Page 99 of The Fire Went Wild
You need an initiation too,the being says, and it feels like something I have to remember.
I slam awake,convulsions wracking through my body. I’m on my side but pinned down; Jaxon spoons around me and holds me in place by the pussy. His fingers stroke lazily inside my cunt as his cock creates pressure deep inside my asshole.
“Jaxon,” I moan, arching my back against him. He nuzzles the back of my neck.
“You just came for me,” he mutters. “That’s the fifth time.”
“What?” I’m disoriented. The only thing grounding me into place is Jaxon’s slow thrusts and his jagged, shuddered breath on my shoulder. The room’s brighter than I expect, too. Has the sun already come up? Is it morning?
“This’ll be the third time for me,” he grunts, and that grunt turns to a deep, throaty growl as liquid heat floods through me. Jaxon’s breaths turn fast and panting. He slumps against my back, damp hair trailing across my shoulders, his fingers still in my pussy as his cock softens in my ass.
We stay like that for a moment, our breaths slowing in tandem. Then I shift against him, rolling onto my back. Every muscle in my body aches, and my pussy and ass feel sore and abused. It’s pleasant though. Satisfying. And slowly, the pieces fall into place.
Jaxon literally fucked me all night.
“Did I really come five times?” I ask, staring up at the ceiling. Fragments of the night come back to me. Strange, horny dreams. Jaxon’s voice in my ear:Go back to sleep. I’m not done with you.
There’s something I wanted to ask him…
Jaxon draws his arm across my belly and kisses the side of my neck. “Yeah,” he sighs. “I can tell whenever you do. Your whole body shakes.”
I keep shifting, moving my aching limbs until I’m on my other side, facing him. He looks exhausted. Drained.
But very, very satisfied.
“Thank you,” he says softly, running his hand over the dip in my waist. Affection surges through my core.
“I take it you enjoyed yourself?” I trail my fingers over his cheeks, feeling the bones in his skull. He grabs my wrist and kisses the palm of my hand.
“You can fucking say that again.” He keeps kissing me down my arm until he’s draped himself on top of me, his damp body pinning me down, his hair falling in a curtain around us. “How much do you remember?”
I settle back on the pillow, enjoying the press of his body weight. “Not much,” I say. “I think I woke up once?—”
“You woke up a couple of times. Not fully though.” His eyes meet mine, so blue they remind me of the Gulf of Mexico waiting outside the window. “I think my gods came to you. While I was—” He winks instead of saying it.
“Maybe. I don’t remember.” I frown, my dreams flickering through my thoughts. They’re nothing but fragments: Strange, tropical flowers. A shadow man. Warm rain, as warm as fresh blood.
“I did dream, though,” I say. “They were so strange. You weren’t really there?—”
“Of course not. I was here.” He wraps his fingers gently around my throat, pinning me down as he kisses me, slow and deep. I can taste myself on him. “The Unnamed said it had a message for you..”
“Did it?” My dreams last night weren’t nightmares, not at all. But right now, fully awake, with Florida’s winter sun spilling through the thin curtains, I feel a quiver of fear.
“Charlotte.” Jaxon’s brow twists with concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say on reflex. But Jaxon tightens his fingers around my throat. A reminder, not a threat.
“You’re scared,” he says roughly. “I can feel it. Smell it.” He kisses me again. “Taste it.”
“It was just my dream,” I say, even though it sounds stupid. “I’m not scared of you.”
“I know you’re not.” He runs his thumb over the hollow in my throat. “It’s the Unnamed, isn’t it? That scares you?”
A dark figure, watching as Jaxon fucks me.
“It scared the shit out of me the first time I saw it, too.” Jaxon smiles and brushes my hair out of my eyes. An image flashes through my thoughts.
Jaxon as a teenager, a second mouth where his throat should be.