Stolen Fate (The Mythean Arcana 4)

nd kissed his thighs.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I should have told you I was close.” Bastard. Of course she didn’t want him coming in her mouth.

She bit his thigh and looked up at him. “I knew you were close. That’s why I stopped. I’m no’ done, though.”

The heat of her mouth enveloped him once again. Hot and hard and fast, she sucked him. The orgasm rose more quickly this time.

“I’m close.” His arms were shaking and his hips moving, helpless.

She drew her mouth away. He reached down to finish the job and she swatted his hand away.

“Mine.”

“What?” he breathed.

“Slow and decadent, remember?”

Then her mouth was on his cock again, and all he could do was feel and moan and grip the headboard.

She stopped again and again, the graceless thrusting of his hips easily alerting her to when he was close. He thought he’d shatter every time she left him dangling on the precipice.

“Please.” He couldn’t help but beg. Every muscle in his body strained with tension from his desperation, his head spun, and his cock ached.

Her mouth returned, hot and wet, along with one hand on his shaft and the other cupping his balls. This time, when his body shook and his heels dug into the bed and his hips arched, she didn’t let go. Her hot mouth licked and sucked and rubbed until he finally felt the orgasm coil within him, hot and harsh and fierce.

“I’m close. Gods, please.” His body and mind strained toward that explosion. When her mouth didn’t leave his cock, he cried out in gratitude. The orgasm roared through him, a force that pounded through his mind and body and cock until he felt it burst from him and into her mouth, jet after jet of the most incredible pleasure.

She stayed with him, taking what he gave and working his cock with hands and mouth until he was sure he’d come so hard he’d never come again.

When it was over, as his breath heaved in and out of his lungs and he stared blindly at the ceiling, he realized that her hands ran gently up his sides, soothing him as he shuddered and gasped. The tenderness made his chest ache. He felt exposed, raw, and part of his mind wanted to curl up and hide.

She kissed him once more, then crawled up his body to rest at his side. He used a trembling arm to drag her to him. The feel of her against him was a miraculous connection, the glory of which he’d forgotten about entirely.

His pride, his gratitude, made him want to turn the tables. Stretch her out and kiss every inch of her, fuck her pussy with his mouth until he turned her into the mess that he was.

But damned if he could even move right now.

“Thank you.” His tone was embarrassingly reverent, but he couldn’t fucking help it.

“I wanted to. I liked it.”

“You’re damned good at it.”

“You were easy to read. All those gasps and moans and curses.”

“Damn.” He laughed, embarrassed.

“Nay, I liked it.” She stroked his cheek.

“So did I. So much so that I canna even move. I’ll need a few minutes, if it’s all right, before I see to you.”

“You doona need to do anything. It’s no’ something you need to pay back.”

“The hell it is no’.” He leaned down to kiss her, the effort sapping him even more. “And I want to. No’ just out of gratitude, but desire. I have no’ touched a woman in a century. Let me touch you. Let me make you feel good.”

Let me be in control. He needed it now. As much as he’d needed the full body and mind fuck she’d given him with her mouth. He hadn’t had a need for control in his first life, but after so long following someone else’s orders in prison, and after losing his mind and body in Fiona, he wanted to be the one with the power.

She nodded.