THIRTY TWO

Elodie

Azeroth's tongue slides inside me and I have to bite down on my fist to smother cries of pleasure. How does he make it so good?

Just when I think it can't get any better, he uses his free hand to haul me closer and a spark of pleasure starts at the base of my skull and spreads all the way out through my body until it's bigger than I am, wider and full of feelings I can't contain.

All my hurt and anger from the last few days is gone now that I physically feel how much he wants me. How many times did I wonder what was wrong with me when Dustin cheated? All those times I thought it was somehow my fault. That no one wanted me. No one could want me the way I want to be wanted.

Feeling the surge of Azeroth's hunger—hearing it in his voice—chased away the doubt. Chased away every fear I have that maybe I'll never be enough.

The raw need felt every bit as desperate as I get when I think about him.

It feels a lot like I'm in one of the erotic dreams I've had almost every night since I summoned him. Or it would, except the firm cool surface of the conference table under my ass is a solid reminder I'm right here. Otherwise, I might drift away on the feel of his mouth on me as I ride one orgasm into the next.

He grips me tight.

His curses are muffled against my oversensitive pussy.

I push up on my elbows to look down at him. Oh, God, the sight of him there, bright blue eyes staring up at me and his handsome face buried between my legs...

"Do that thing again. The thing you did before with your magic."

His claws tighten on my thigh. When he lifts his mouth, I can't stop looking at the way my wetness coats his lips. "When you felt my need?" His eyes bore into mine.

"Please."

A shudder runs through him. Then I feel it. It starts in my toes and fingertips. Pretty soon, it's spreading through my body, blistering me with raw, aching desire. My head tips back. My breath is burning in my chest. It's like an orgasm in intensity, but without the release. Gripping, thirsty, desperate.

Fuck!

I open my eyes again and my gaze locks with his. He does. He feels it, too.

I want that. I want to bottle that and keep it.

"Make love to me."

He's on his feet in a second, releasing his veiny cock from his trousers without getting undressed. We're too frantic for that, and I love it. His cock is impossibly hard, deep red and already leaking from the tip. Little spiny ridges swell at the head and over the shaft. I take it in my hand.

He watches me with such intensity that my pussy clenches. A little phantom reminder of the orgasms I've just had.

I stroke him gently, careful to avoid the very tip. Azeroth falls forward and braces against the table behind me. As I stroke, his hips flex, thrusting his cock into my palm. Eventually, he curses and breaks away.

Azeroth grips my thighs and pulls me right to the edge of the table, stepping between them. When he lines up his cock at the entrance to my pussy, he hesitates.

What's he waiting for? Does he want me to beg like the time in the shower? This doesn't feel playful, though. The look on his face is serious.

He closes his eyes for a moment, forehead pressed to mine. Then he lets out a shuddering breath. "I'm yours, angel. If you want me. All yours."

I nod. "I want you."

"Heart and soul, for all that's worth." He scoffs and his gaze slips away from mine.

I place both my hands on his cheeks, trying to make him see, trying to imbue my look with everything I'm feeling. "It's worth plenty. It's worth the world to me."

With a shuddering sigh, he thrusts forward, finally filling me.

I gasp as the stretch turns from a moment's discomfort into pain. He's so swollen it feels bigger than normal, and he's always big. As he sinks right to the hilt, the rub of those spines inside me makes me squeeze and and changes the pain into pleasure.

I hook my legs around him, egging him on, reaching for his shoulder, his horns, anything to bring him closer. I want him buried inside me so deep. I never want to let him leave.

Azeroth must feel the same urge because he pushes me back onto the table and fucks me hard. Impales me so deep my head falls back, eyes rolling as my body squeezes around him.

He lets out a ragged moan. Claws screech in the wooden desk and I know without looking he's leaving marks. All of a sudden, my pleasure turns right up to boiling again. That hot, boiling ache that now tells me it's Azeroth's magic scorching through my body, leaving me breathless.

"Me, too. I feel it, too. I need you."

Azeroth lets out a roar. I don't care anymore where we are. I'm in too deep to worry about what other people in the office might overhear. All I know is the need for this connection, the hunger, the power of what's between us.

He drives into me in a flurry of wild passion. He tugs me back to the edge of the table, pounds into my pussy. I clutch him tightly and listen to the slap of our bodies together, never wanting this to end.

We're speechless for a while. Each lost in the enjoyment of the other's body. Eventually, something changes. Maybe the rhythm. The intensity rises when I thought that was impossible.

Azeroth's voice is strained. "Tell me you love me. I don't deserve it, but tell me again."

He must be close. Every muscle in his body looks tight. I'm hovering on the edge of my own next orgasm. "Azeroth, whatever it is, it doesn't matter. I love you."

He shudders. Holding my gaze, he speeds up. Now all I can do is meet every deep thrust of his body into mine. I cling to him, breathing in the same air. He captures my mouth in a messy kiss.

I come apart before I mean to, while I'm only starting to anticipate the climax. Suddenly, it's on me, sweeping me away, flowing over me again and again while he continues to thrust and thrust. A final surge of pleasure and need from him blazes from him right when I think I can't take any more.

I collapse back, but he catches me, lowering me to the table, gently cradling my head and shoulders. "I love you, too. More than I ever thought possible," he whispers.

When the bliss recedes, he's holding me tight, stroking my hair. He grinds out the very last of my pleasure with a small circular motion of his hips.

I blink. He still looks tense. "Did you?"

Azeroth sighs. My legs are locked around him, so I feel him tremble. "I won't. Not until you forgive me. Properly forgive me."

"What do you mean?" My brain still feels a little scrambled from the sex and the orgasms, and the emotional intensity of this moment.

"I owe you a full explanation. But not here. Not now. Let me do this the right way. The way you deserve. Then if you truly forgive me, you can tell me I'm allowed to come. Until then, I'll be good for you."

I smile. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad, right? I think he just doesn't realize how sweet he can be.

He holds me like that for another moment, neither of us speaking, neither moving.

Eventually, he pulls out carefully. He flicks a finger and rights my clothes. Then he tucks my panties back over my pussy carefully, cupping a hand possessively over my mound. "How did I find such an angel, huh?"

I laugh. "I'm not sure an angel would be having all the dirty thoughts I've been having about you."

In the process of zipping up his fly, Azeroth groans. "Oh, I know. Don't remind me. We'll never get out of here. I won't be long. I'm going to have Valorie cancel everything the next few days, and we'll go somewhere nice. Somewhere warm. Somewhere in the Caribbean. Tell me. Anywhere."

"I don't mind. As long as I'm with you."

He gives me a lingering look as he moves toward the door. "I'll come find you in a moment." Then he darts back to kiss me one more time before he finally leaves the room.