The Sea Witch (Wicked Villains 5)

“Ursa.”

I give myself a little shake. I hadn’t meant to let my thoughts get away from me. “Mmm?”

“Where did you go just now?”

I am so fucking tired. Most days, I wear my armor as a second skin and barely notice its weight. Or at least that’s what I tell myself to get through my days. It’s even the truth, but there are moments like this, moments when I can’t shake the deep desire to lean on another person. To let Alaric in like he seems to want. It’s really a shame I can’t trust him enough to try.

Instead of answering, I crook my finger at him. “Give me a kiss, love.”

Alaric hesitates the barest moment, and I almost imagine I see hurt in those pretty blue eyes. He surges up and catches my mouth before I can be sure. Alaric kisses me like he wants to forget everything that brought him to this place, everything he’ll do to escape it. I love this moment with him. It comes in every scene, when he drops the charming routine and shows his true colors.

In this moment, he’s mine and mine alone.Chapter 4AlaricI pull Ursa’s dress over her head even as I bear us down to the mattress. I learned a long time ago that sex and submission are the only comfort she’ll allow me to offer, and so I push away any dissatisfaction that she’s shutting me out once again. How can I be unhappy when I have this woman naked in my arms?

The rest will come later. Once I’m out of the Underworld, out from under Hades’s thumb. Once I’m Ursa’s in truth, once we’ve enacted our revenge and set the past firmly in the past. Then she’ll let me in. I’m sure of it.

Until that moment, we still have this, and I’ll never pass up an opportunity to provide us with the escape we both need right now.

I move down her body, stroking her curves, spreading her thick thighs. She’s one of the toughest territory leaders in Carver City, but when it’s just us, she gives me glimpses of the woman behind the impressive walls she shows the rest of the world.

It’s a heady thing to kneel between the thighs of the Sea Witch. She’s the Dominant in this scene, in our relationship, but sometimes I wonder if she realizes how much trust she displays in moments like this. When she lets me close, when she allows me to bring her pleasure.

I dip down and drag my tongue over her pussy. I fucking love how she watches me when I go down on her. She doesn’t lose control, not until the very end, and I crave those little slices of vulnerability more than I want to admit.

I let go of my guilt over what comes next. It doesn’t matter. Not here, not now, not with us right on the cusp of a future I’ve barely let myself contemplate. Instead, I give myself over to the taste of Ursa, the feel of her, the sound of her breathing picking up. She indulges me for a few minutes before she digs her fingers into my hair and pulls me up to her clit. “Stop teasing, Alaric.”

I almost test her. Almost disobey and see what she’ll come up with as punishment. In the end, I need this too much to play. I lick Ursa’s clit just like she loves, adjusting a little as her thighs tense against my hands. I know exactly what touch she likes, and as much as I want to drag this out, I’m intensely aware that she could stop me at any moment. I don’t want to stop. Not until I’ve made her come all over my face.

Ursa orgasms with a low moan that’s almost my name. She lets me ease her down, and then her fingers tighten in my hair and tug me upward. I rise eagerly and she takes my mouth. She let me guide the first kiss. This one is a reminder of who truly has control. Ursa. Always Ursa. Just the way we both like it.

She bears me down to the floor and straddles me, all without breaking the kiss. By the time she lifts her head, I’m breathing hard and struggling to stay still. Ursa’s brows pull together. “I owe you a beating.”

“I don’t care. I need you.” I love the pain she gives me, but feeling her wet pussy slide against my cock is enough to shelve the desire for anything but sinking deep inside her. Her little smile tells me she knows it, too. I fight for control. “Please.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” She snakes a hand down my stomach and wraps it around my cock. “I’m inclined to give you what you want this time, love. You deserve it after you’ve pleased me so greatly.” She guides my cock inside her and then takes my wrists and pin them on either side of my head.