Page 28 of Dancing With Demons
He accepts, drawing out his soaked fingers and stroking himself once, twice, before positioning himself over me. My breath hitches when he yanks down my pants, and I feel him press against me. His gaze flits up briefly. “You will tell me if it is too much-”
“You are far too careful,” I hiss, forcing my sopping cunt to meet his cock. The heat of him delves in, making my body yield to his girth. I struggle to take in a breath as he fills me to the brim, forcing his way to my end.
My body arches in kind, accepting him even as every muscle tries to push him out.
Eth’tak’s rumble becomes an animalistic growl, and he pins me to the cold stone, skewering me hard so that we both strain against the weight of him. I let out a cry of delight, which he drinks down on a heated kiss.
This is what I need, I think to myself, my eyes rolling back of their own accord.Exactly this.I loll beneath him, and though I surrender everything to him, I know he’s still being gentle as he rocks us at a steady pace.
His claws bite into my thighs when he drags me flush, and his wings give a mighty sweep. He is a fierce creature, made for slaughter, and yet he’s so very obliging. Every touch is as if he’s handling glass, every stroke is gentle.
I catch his knees and push myself down a little further, forcing his girth to bend hard against my end. It hurts so good, I just can’t get enough. “All the way, Eth’tak, I need you all the way inside of me.”
His pace slows, but each thrust gets deeper, and as he hunkers over me, he drags me to his chest so that I’m only supported by him. The joints of his wings come down to support us on either side, scraping against the unforgiving stone. “Like this?”
I don’t have the words as a batting cry escapes me.
Eth’tak seems to get the hint, stroking deeper, pushing against my organs to make more room for himself. He takes me so completely, that I can’t think to shout my approval. I dig my fingers into his strong back, latching hard onto him. “Don’t you dare- stop now.”
“I didn’t plan on it,” he says on a contented rumble, “not until you’re satisfied.”
Sweat beads on my brow, and he sweeps it off with his long tongue. I can’t afford to be embarrassed, laughing on his next thrust that steals the breath from my lungs. This is so good and right, I can’t imagine leaving this cave ever again.
I want to revel in his warmth forever.
But something about his pace changes. There’s a different sort of heat building under his skin, something I’m already familiar with. He drags my hair back, exposing my neck to him as he mouths it hard, his sharp canines scraping against my throat dangerously.
I croon at his rough touch.
He needn’t be so gentle with me, and he’s finally starting to realize it. When we return to Ti’lith, I want the evidence of his touch all over me. I want him to claim me like Tolmond is afraid to, to brandish his mark across my skin.
The way he grinds against me makes my body stiffen, and the light of ecstasy blinds me. He holds my rigid form as he delves deep, pushing further than he’s ever been, until his hips are flush with mine, and he fills me with his seed.
I shudder against the weight of him, and the fullness of his cum inside of me, choking on my appreciation. His tongue delves deep into my mouth as if to sample my pleasure, and take some for himself as well. I let him, sucking and nibbling at his tongue eagerly as he rocks me to our shared finish.
And when the flickering purple light comes into sight again, he lays me over a wide flat boulder and curls up next to me, inhaling our shared scent. “It could have been dangerous,” he warns, though there is little threat left in his tone.
“But look,” I murmur, nestling against his chest. “I survived.”
He strokes my hair in long, slow sweeps, chuckling to himself. “I suppose you did, but our mutual friend isn’t going to be pleased.”
“Let him,” I say. “I’ll tell him it was my idea.”
“No,” he corrects gently. “He’s not going to like how lost we’ve become.”
“Hm,” I murmur. “I’m sure we’ll find our way back. Once the storm has passed, that is. He can’t blame us for trying to stay warm.”
To that, Eth’tak says nothing, his claws drawing little patterns against the flesh of my back, as if he’s cherishing this fleeting moment. “Rest, Piper.
“We’ll find our way home, tomorrow.”
14
Tolmond
Aknock at the door of my study pulls me out of the text I’m immersed in. While I love having Piper around, I’ve been shirking my duties as a master of my craft, so while she was away on her errand with Eth’tak, I thought I’d get some work done.
As usual, Eth’tak enters without waiting for me to answer, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I smile at him over my desk. “Why knock if you’re just going to come in, anyway?” I ask as I close the tome before me with a heavy thud.