27. Eldrion

TWENTY-SEVEN

Ifeel her. But I wait until she is on top of me, and her blade is about to pierce my skin, before I open my eyes.

As I meet her gaze in the darkness, she freezes. Her eyes widen in alarm, but I do not give her the chance to fly away from me.

In one quick movement, my wings are around her, engulfing her, pulling her close to my chest.

She struggles, but I hold her tighter. The icicle falls from her hand and onto my chest. Her arms are pinned between us, her fists bunched. She strains against me, and the feel of her body writhing like that drives me instantly wild.

My cock hardens, and she feels it because her pelvis responds.

“Let me go,” she spits.

“Gladly, but answer me something first, Alana...” I stare into her pale green eyes. She is fire, and beauty, and death. And I welcome every facet of her. “Tell me,” I growl. “Did you come here to kill me or to fuck me?”

Her lips part. She shakes her head, but doesn’t try to get away from me this time.

“I came to kill you,” she says.

“You did not succeed.” I squeeze her tighter. “In fact, I think it is me who could end you if I chose to.”

“You won’t,” she says, her body softening against me, even though there is still hatred in her eyes.

“No,” I growl. “I won’t. Because I’d rather die fucking you than live never having touched you again.”

“You disgust me.”

The words should wound me, but they don’t, because there is no passion behind them. The only passion I feel is the blaze of desire in her eyes.

“Kiss me.” I loosen my grip on her. Just a little.

Her lips are close to mine, now. I feel her breath quickening as she presses down against me, despite the fact she no longer has to.

“Fuck you,” she says. But then her lips collide with mine.

I release my hold and she reaches her arms up so she can pull my face towards hers. She moves her legs, straddling me as her tongue explores my mouth with a fury and passion I have never felt before.

Then she pulls at her buttons, unfastening them and dropping her shirt to the floor.

When we fucked in the tunnels, I did not see her like this.

I saw her in my dreams, but this time she is here and I am transfixed by her. I sit up and kiss her breasts, running my tongue over her nipples as she holds my head and scrapes her fingers through my hair.

She tips back her head and murmurs.

I use my teeth to tease her, and that makes her moan even louder.

Fingers laced in my hair, she jerks my head back, then lifts her arm and slaps me hard. The sting is exquisite. My eyes widen.

“Do that again,” I breathe.

Her eyes flash, and she slaps the other side of my face. The sting sends white-hot arousal to my core. I push my pelvis up into her, to show her what she’s doing to me.

This time, instead of hitting me, she bites my shoulder.

“That’s it,” I growl, wincing as she sinks her teeth into me. “Show me how much you hate that you love fucking me, Alana.”

Her fingers scrape down my back. She reaches up and tugs my wings, jerks them roughly.

Her cheeks are flushed. But as she scratches and bites me, she kisses me.

Panting, she stops. Our eyes meet.

This time, softly, I trace the line of her jaw, then bring her lips back to mine. The kiss is more gentle. She hums into my mouth and wraps her arms around me.

I engulf her in my wings once more. Then she lets me flip her over and lay her down on the bed.

She relaxes. Her fingers find their way to my hair, pulling me closer, as we devour each other with our mouths.

I reach down and pull at her pants, desperate to feel her skin against mine. I want to know every inch of her, every secret she holds. She helps me by lifting her hips as I jerk them down over her feet, then toss them to the floor.

When her underwear is gone, too, she is gloriously naked. Laid out on my bed, her purple wings spread beneath her, auburn hair tousled, green eyes sparkling.

I part her legs and move down her body to settle between them.

I take my tongue to her clit, and slide two fingers inside her.

When I look up, she is watching me. She nods, and hooks her legs over my shoulders, jerking me towards her with a force that says she needs me to continue. Now. Harder.

When I reach the spot inside her that makes her breath catch and my name tumble from her lips, I grin.

She closes her eyes as if she does not want to admit what is happening. But they stay closed for only an instant. Then she is watching me again, nodding and begging and calling my name as I drive her toward exquisite release.

I feel her walls clenching around my fingers. Her body coils. Her back arches up off the bed and she grips the sheets.

Her toes curl.

Her skin glistens with sweat, and the freckles on her cheeks seem even brighter than before.

I lap at her wetness. I drink it down, and sigh as her taste fills my mouth.

When she comes, she cries out as if her body is breaking or exploding. She grabs my head and holds it still as I suck her clit and thrust with my fingers.

Her body convulses around me. Purple lights drift from her body into the room. One lands on my shoulder. Then another.

And then I feel it... a sensation that doesn’t belong to me, but which settles deep in my body. Waves of pleasure wash over me. But it is not my pleasure... it is hers.

As she meets my eyes, nodding because she knows what is happening, I stand and grab her. Tossing her back further onto the bed, I position myself between her legs and enter her slowly. Even though it is taking every ounce of control I possess not to simply devour her.

“Eldrion,” she calls my name again, and it is like molten pleasure on her lips.

I fuck her hard and slow, watching her eyes widen with every deep thrust.

“I want to taste you,” she says. “And feel your metal on my tongue.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and she kneels in front of me. She licks from the base of my cock to the tip, then swirls her tongue around it.

She takes my balls into her mouth and sucks gently, then harder as she runs her hands up and down my thighs. She kisses the backs of my knees, my feet, my hips.

It is as if she wants to learn every inch of me.

I watch her with unbridled admiration.

Her body, and the way it moves, and the way it sounds . . . “Fuck, Alana . . .”

She climbs into my lap and lowers herself onto me. I wrap my wings around her and hold her close. Then our rhythm slows.

Tilting her pelvis, she holds my gaze as she moves up and down. I hold her hips, fingers needling her perfect flesh.

I kiss her neck, and the kiss turns into a bite.

She moans and whispers, “Do it again, harder.”

This time, I bite and suck, and she braces her hands on my broad shoulders as she jerks her hips up and down on top of me.

When I feel my orgasm approaching, I lift her off me and carry her to the armchair by the fireplace. I drop her into it, and make her kneel, ass out.

She parts her legs for me, and I slap her ass the way she slapped my face.

She cries out, whimpers, but leans in for more.

“Wait there.” I leave her and stride to the drawers beside my bed. When I return, I’m holding a small leather flogger. She catches sight of it and sighs with anticipation.

Slowly, I trail it over her back and her wings. I tease her with the promise of pain, make her skin come alive, watch as she shivers with desire for it.

When I bring it down hard on her ass, she grips the back of the chair.

It doesn’t hurt too badly; I have stronger toys I could have used. But the mixture of softness and sharpness is what makes her start to tremble.

As I keep teasing her, she slips her hand between her legs and begins to touch herself.

I let her.

I want to see her like this – giving into every primal urge she has. All the things she has been telling herself she can’t think about or want.

When I give her my cock, she licks and sucks as if she has never wanted anything more in her life.

She stops, panting, and looks up at me. “Please,” she says. “Fuck me again.”

I drop the flogger to the floor and move behind her, slamming her back onto my cock with a force that makes the chair scrape against the flagstones.

The chair topples over, but I grab her, keep her standing, lift her into my arms and take her back to the bed.

This time, I use the tips of my wings to tease her.

“They feel different to the flogger, don’t they?” I whisper as I caress her nipples.

She sighs and her back arches up towards me. “They feel so good,” she moans.

I move to her feet. I kiss them gently, then nibble at her ankles. She laughs. The sound surprises me, but when I look up and see her smiling, it does something else to me.

A feral urge to make her smile again grips my insides.

I kiss from her ankles all the way up to the inside of her thighs.

Then I hold her hands above her head and slide slowly inside her. She meets my eyes. The hatred has gone. There is only want there now.

She keeps staring at me as I move inside her. I watch as her lips part, and her pleasure builds.

As our bodies slap together, entwined, her legs wrapped tight around my waist, my body mirrors hers.

As she starts to come, I feel myself unravel.

She clings on to me as if I am the only solid thing in an ocean of storms.

I hold her, too.

And I keep holding her until we fall asleep.