37. Thirty-Seven

Atreyis ravished my mouth, sucking and licking my lips and tongue. His fingers fisted in my shirt, and he tugged me to the bed. As he landed on top of me, I was unable to keep my hands still. I wanted to feel all of him everywhere.

The control I displayed in the tub at the shifters’ brownstone was gone as his lips pressed against the sensitive spot on my neck. Reveling in his delectable kisses and the feel of his firm cock against my pelvis grew to be too much.

Reaching under his shirt, I pulled it up and over his head.

Sitting up and forcing him to straddle me, I kissed his collarbone and chest and flicked my tongue over his pebbled nipples. He held my head to him and moaned loudly.

“Quiet,” I whispered against his flesh and cupped his rear.

“Why?” He ran his fingers through my hair, lips brushing against my brow.

“I don’t want any interruptions.”

He answered by retaking my mouth, hungrier and wilder than before. His hips ground against me while I swallowed his needy whimpers. I palmed his warm, silky skin and couldn’t decide what part I wanted to taste first. I scratched my nails down his back, feeling how his muscles flexed and gooseflesh pimpled as we tasted every inch our tongues could reach.

He quickly removed my shirt and bit his lip when he took in my form. Flipping him over, I unfastened his pants and yanked them off. He sucked in a breath as his cock was exposed.

Clawing up his thighs, I honed in on that patch of hair that trailed from his navel down to his groin. I kissed and nuzzled the area, thankful I didn’t smell that bloody elf anymore, just him. His hips bucked under me, desperate for any touch. I nibbled his thigh, keeping my gaze fixed on his. A bead of fluid leaked from the tip of his cock, and I lapped it up. The taste of him on my tongue forced a growl from me.

Spreading his legs wider, I lapped at his cockhead, swirling my tongue around it while he mewled and begged in hushed whispers, then I took him deep down my throat. His legs quivered and shook wildly as I bobbed my head and swallowed.

You are mine. This cock is mine.I projected the thoughts, hoping he could hear them.

Atreyis tasted sublime, the perfect blend of skin and salt. A heady flavor that I couldn’t get enough of, especially when those droplets of arousal flooded my mouth. It took everything in me not to bite his cock and drain him of both blood and cum.

“I’m going to come,” he breathed, gripping at the blankets.

I pulled back. “Not yet. I want to be inside you.” Sitting on my knees, I scanned the room.

“Check the washroom. The elves always have some form of oil. That will work.” I eyed him briefly, and he gave an innocent shrug.

Giving his cock one more suck, I peeled myself from him.

In a flash, I crossed the threshold into the washroom and located a small vial. Returning to his side, I grabbed his cock, which hadn’t lost even a fraction of stiffness, and stroked him lazily. Pulling the cork out with my teeth, I let go of him and poured a generous amount over my fingers. How long had it been since I did this?

“I’ll show you how I like it,” he whispered, kissing my lips.

Laying on my side, I let him guide my fingers to his hole. He swirled them around the entrance for a few moments, lubricating the area thoroughly, and bit his lip. I knew the mechanics of this intimately, but only with a single partner. I wanted to bring Atreyis pleasure and bliss, and if that meant swallowing my pride for a few moments to learn his body—I would.

My eyes rounded as I slid a finger inside because he was unbelievably tight. Breathing through his nose at the first jolt of pain, he pulled my face down to his, lapping at my tongue. He removed his hand, and I slowly pushed in deeper. The guttural moan that vibrated into my throat told me I wasn’t hurting him.

In my peripheral, his left hand stroked his cock, keeping time with my strokes. Pulling it out, I added a second and slowly pushed back in. “Just a bit longer, baby. Then I’ll be ready for you,” he said through heavy breaths.

“Let go of your cock.” I demanded, kissing his jaw.

His hand obeyed, but not before he whimpered in protest. I pumped my fingers in and out, gradually gaining speed before entering another. He gasped and shuddered, bearing down on my hand. His scent flooded my nose as my fangs elongated, thirst growing, so I couldn”t ignore it.

”Just a taste,” I whispered before biting him.

”Fuck,” he breathed, rolling his hips, digging his fingers into my side. ”Feels so good.”

His blood always tasted better when he was aroused, and I took a bit more to savor the flavor. Locating the spot inside him that would drive him wild with pleasure, I stroked it with firm pressure.

”There, oh hell, right there.”

”You”re so beautiful like this,” I told him. ”Take all the pleasure you need from me, Atreyis. It makes me so hard.”

He shuddered, eyes rolling. ”Fuck me, Vastian. Please.”

Brushing over the spot once more, he flung his head back, bit his lip, and ground himself hard on my fingers.

I cannot wait anymore.

Removing my fingers, I took my pants off and tossed them across the room. Vial in hand, I poured a generous amount over my aching cock. Hissing at the contact when I stroked the oils up and down my length. He went to roll over, but I grabbed his hips, hoisting them up to me.

“No, I will look at you. I want to see every expression, every movement.”I kissed his lips. ”I want to see my cock spreading you wide.”

He shot me a sly smile. ”You”ve got quite the dirty mouth, cherub.”

I chuckled, jerking his hips closer to me. ”Oh, you have no idea.”

Grabbing my base, I positioned myself and thrust into him. His eyes widened as a guttural moan left him. I located his hand and placed it on his cock, silently demanding he touch himself. Despite not needing to breathe, I found it difficult to suck even the tiniest molecule of air into my lungs as I thrust again. The slickness, the vise-like hold on my cock, and the faces he made when I impaled even further inside him almost made me come right there. My balls tightened, and my stomach burned with need.

With a smirk on his face, he said, “Prude.”

My eyes flickered in surprise, and I pulled out to roughly enter him again. The moan that exploded out of him was the most intoxicating sound I think I’ve ever heard. I fell into a steady but intense rhythm; our sweet music ricocheted off the walls despite my earlier insistence on quietness. I couldn’t silence him. Not when he made those noises or my name fell from his lips.

“You are mine,” I growled and pulled his legs around my waist, fucking him hard. ”You were always meant to take my cock, Atreyis. Can you feel how well you take it? How every thrust hits that sweet spot inside you?”

His response was a moan and fluttering lashes.

His hands clawed at my arms, and his stomach flexed. That beautiful cock of his was on full display for me to watch how it darkened in color as more blood flooded the tip. “How do you feel so good?” he asked breathlessly.

“Tell me, Atreyis. Tell me you are mine,” I demanded, lifting one leg to prop myself up and get a better angle.

“Fuck, fuck!” He cried as my pace quickened and my release was inching closer. “I’m yours, gods, fuck, just like that!”

I pulled out of him before he could come. His lips parted to protest, but no words left them as I dropped to my stomach and sucked his cock. An array of curses and cries left his mouth as he rutted his hips, spearing the back of my throat. I grabbed them roughly, pinning them down as I tormented his cock. He”d never want anyone else after me. I”d suck all others right out, along with his cum.

”Vastian, please.”

Popping him free of my mouth, I met his hooded, lustful stare and said, ”I”m going to bite you here.” I slid the pad of my finger up his length and teased his slit. ”I need to taste everything.”

Nostrils flaring and lips parted, he gulped. ”O-okay.”

”Trust me,” I whispered and kissed the weeping tip.

”F-fuck,” he groaned, finding my head and pushing on it. ”Do it, baby. Bite my cock.”

I growled and sank my fangs into his cockhead. His arms shot out to the side as his body shook violently. I sucked and sucked until a scream exploded from him. Hot cum flooded my mouth, mixed with his blood, and I released his cock. Hurrying to lift his legs, I pressed them into his shoulders, slid back inside him, and rutted like a beast.

”No one else ever again. This is a fucking claiming,” I told him, gripping his thighs so hard my nails bit into the skin, droplets of blood spilling out from under them.

”Shit—I”m going to—”

His hole fluttered and clenched hard around my cock as my orgasm built and toppled over. Euphoria enveloped me as I tossed my head back, moaning his name, hips jerking erratically. It felt like a lifetime since I”d experienced such pleasure. When my cock softened, and his hole was full of my cum, I lowered his legs so I could crush my mouth to his.

Fingers entangled in my hair as we kissed and kissed. I”d never felt such passion, want, need, and fulfillment all wrapped up in a prism of light. In his arms, I couldn”t even recall what the chasm inside me felt like. There was only Atreyis.

After long minutes of dancing lips and tongues, we parted to gaze at one another. His touch was tender and featherlight.

“You called me a prude,” I said, smirking and brushing my lips back to his. I couldn”t get enough of his filthy mouth.

“I needed to bring this out,” he sucked my bottom one in between his lips and bit.

Fisting a wad of his hair, I let my body weight crush him, needing to get even closer still. I couldn’t stop the onslaught of passion that poured from me. I didn’t want to move from this spot ever. My cock buried into him, and his mouth was on mine. The sweat of his chest, mixed with his cum, coated my stomach.

I wanted every single inch of him. Always.

I am falling in love with this man.

We lay there, tangled in each other for a few minutes. Atreyis never stopped caressing me, exploring every curve of every muscle within his reach. He studied my face as if trying to memorize the finest features.

If not for the fact that we were somewhere within Brianne’s domain, I’d have stayed there for much longer. Recalling that shower I briefly saw in my haste to return to him, I led us both to it to wash up.

Atreyis was silent the entire time and continued it even after we’d dried off and redressed. He peeked through the drapes, cautioning not to part them too wide. When he turned to face me, a thoughtful look on his face, I folded my arms and cocked my head.

“It’s bright out there,” he said, thumbing over his shoulder.

“Were you afraid I fucked your observation skills away?”

He snorted, shaking his head slightly, and then eyed the door leading out of the room. “This is the governor”s house. Besides the obvious cons, the only good thing is that Aryn probably won’t try killing us here.”

“Are you suggesting we stay?”

He gawked at me. “Hell no.” Tapping his chin, he continued, “But I’m not sure anywhere else is better.”

I wished I’d been more versed with the world outside my homeland. Studying books with poorly drawn maps didn’t help our situation, and my kind didn’t tend to acknowledge the smaller places that didn’t immediately benefit them.

It would all have been so much simpler had I just given in, fallen in line, and upheld my duty. The Queen would have her heir, her womb restored, and I could be the pariah once more. But then I’d have to face my crimes, face my father, and… Damian.

I’d never be allowed to have Atreyis. I’d be enslaved to the Queen until she was done having children; then, I’d be killed. It was the logical way to deal with an anomaly like myself. I doubted anyone would want a Vampyr lurking around with the powers of a god in them.

And then there was the subject of this demon. He said he wanted to be king.

King of what? The Under Cloud? The world? Hell?

“You’re so cute when you’re thinking,” Atreyis said, pulling me from my thoughts.

“What does Aryn want? You said something… before.”

“The whale.” Atreyis nodded once. ”He wants the magic whale. Not literally, obviously, but he wants that thing no one else has—the epitome of unsurpassed power.”

“He said he wanted to be king.”

“Makes sense. The guy has a serious complex. I mean, his whole existence is based on controlling others.”

“What would he want to be king of, though? I don’t understand.”

Atreyis slumped onto the edge of the bed, tapping his thighs. “When he… cursed me, he was acting on pure rage. He was rambling on and on about his legacy. How his father’s father blah blah.” He waved his hand around, exaggerating the sentence. “But what always stuck out to me, even after all this time, was the mention of his failure. That he’d never fill his role.”

Phillipe had similar feelings, especially after he discovered that I was the Nova Born. It was like the promise of his future slipped through his fingers, and I alone was to blame despite not wanting any of it. That didn’t matter. He saw it as a direct, underhanded attempt to ruin everything he longed for. I somehow must have planned for it all to happen the way it did, and therefore, he betrayed every shred of trust.

“Anyway, I think the guy has daddy issues. Something about being unable to fill the guy”s shoes because of… Lucios,” he croaked out the name.

Suddenly, a realization sparked in my mind. A series of snaps and lights flaring to life all at once. “He wants me to will the King of Hell out of existence.” I staggered, tripping over my own feet, and crumbled against the wall.

It was bad enough when I used that power on that camp of raiders. The consequences that affected not only my home but me as well were unmatched. I lost myself to the beast for weeks. Unable to cease my frenzy or recognize what I’d done until it was too late.

The King of Hellwas a powerful demon—the one who ruled and controlled them all. And there would be no telling what would happen if he did not exist—or worse, if he came back as something else.

Aryn’s attempt to make me will away Chris and Ariel… I thought that was to prove I could. But now it made sense. He wanted to hurt Atreyis further as well.

Maybe I should return home. Could the Queen even protect me from this? Would she?

“You think that is his actual father?” Atreyis asked, crouching in front of me and taking my trembling hands.

“It would make sense, wouldn’t it? He wants to be a king. You said his legacy died. If the terms of gaining that title rested on having a child…”

“And I fucked that all up,” Atreyis ground out, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“We can’t let this happen, ever. I don’t know the inner workings of the demon realm or how it weaves into the cosmic balance of the gods. But I know that a creature of that importance cannot just vanish from existence, regardless of what it would do to me to facilitate that. Hell isn”t just the realm for Evalasia”s damned. It is the realm for all world”s damned.”

“Where is fucking Alora when I need her?” Atreyis dropped my hands.

I frowned, and an unsettling pang of jealousy festered in my chest. “Alora? Why do you need her?”

Sighing, he met my stare. “Because, my sweet cherub, her mother is currently trapped in hell.”

“WHAT!”