mythean arcana 06 - master of fate (27 page)

“I’m willing to try if you are.”

“Wait, what? Like, let me touch you?”

“Aye. My mind was trained to associate touch with bad things. I’ll just retrain it. You will.”

“Oh.” Interest lit her eyes.

He pulled off his shirt. It was a shameless ploy, but he was willing to use anything he had. She liked him naked, so he’d use it.

“
Oh
,” she breathed.

“Mouse, you might want to take a hike,” Felix said.

The cat was already on her way to the door.

“Come on,” he said. “Give it a try.”

“Really?” She’d already reached out partway, as if she couldn’t seem to help herself. “Are you sure?”

“It’ll be fine.” Maybe. His demons were in his mind, but she was so real. So very real that his demons should hold no sway here. She was part of him. Not one of his nightmares or even just a normal person. She was
his
.

She nodded, her gaze riveted to his, and reached out to touch his chest. The feel of her cool fingertips on his skin made him stiffen. The burn was slight, but far less than before. He suppressed a shudder that was nerves and pleasure mixed up in one.

“Is that okay?” she asked.

He nodded. It was better that they were sitting upright. He’d always been on his back in the Seer’s dungeon, strapped to a table. As much as he liked the idea of binding Aurora—for pleasure, not just for accommodating his issues—he doubted it’d be a thing he would ever be able to do himself.

She flattened her palm and ran it over his chest. Pleasure streaked through him, followed shortly by a pulse of unease. He sucked in a breath and clenched his fists.

Quickly, she removed her hands and replaced them with her mouth, blowing warm breath over his collarbone.
That
had never happened at the Seer’s hands.

He dropped his head back onto the edge of the couch as she made her way up his neck, pressing soft kisses along the way. Goose bumps prickled on his skin when she nipped at his ear.

“You’re so damned sexy,” she whispered. The feel of her breath made him shiver and want to grab her and roll her under him. 

But he’d promised her, so he held still.

She moved back down to his chest, licking and sucking as she made her way toward his abs. Hot and cold shivered over his skin when her mouth reached the strip of skin just above his waistband.

Gods, yes.
Anticipation drove most of his discomfort away. Dark memories receded into the background as the present became blissfully divine. He glanced down to see the top of her golden head hovering over his lap.

When he felt the pluck of her fingers at the buttons of his jeans, he almost blacked out.

Aurora quivered with anticipation as she dragged her tongue along the rock-hard muscles of Felix’s abs. The skin was so smooth that her tongue glided along. His scent was wonderfully overwhelming, musky and masculine and so glorious that she wanted to breathe him in for the rest of her life.

She traced her fingers along the waistband of his jeans, delighting when he tensed beneath her, his form going rigid and tight. He hadn’t pushed her away yet, nor did he seem as uncomfortable as he’d been a few days ago, so she pulled at his pants, undoing the first button.

“Aye,” he moaned.

She grinned and nipped his abs, then dragged his zipper down. The grating sound it made sent a shiver of anticipation over her skin. She slid to the floor and knelt before him, the wood biting into her knees.

When she glanced up, his hot eyes met hers. 

“May I?” she asked.

He nodded, seeming at a loss for words.

She turned her attention to the hard ridge resting upon his stomach. His shaft strained against the black cotton of his briefs, pressing up through splayed denim. With eager hands, she pulled both down at once, biting her lip when his cock sprang free.

It was long and thick, a dusky rose striped with veins. Far more beautiful than she remembered. Her mouth actually watered. She watched his face as she wrapped her hand around the thick length of his shaft. His eyelids dropped low and his lips parted, his breath coming more harshly. 

The way his abs flexed made her hands itch to stroke them. Now that she finally could, there was so much of him that she wanted to touch.

Starting with his cock. 

She lowered her gaze back to the rigid shaft and licked her lips, then bent her head and enveloped him in her mouth. His taste flooded her senses, rich and delicious. She sucked on him, pumping her fist in tandem.

His groan, low and deep, reverberated through her mind. When his hand came up to rest on her head, she moaned.

“That feels so damned good,” he said. The need in his voice made wetness slick her thighs. It was hot as hell, the way his cock twitched in her hand and his muscles clenched. She loved the control she had over him. The idea that he was putty in her hands made her wild.

Grateful that she was wearing stretchy yoga pants, she slipped a hand down the waistband and delved between her thighs. Slick wetness met her fingers.

“Oh fuck, are you touching yourself?” Felix asked.

She nodded around his shaft, swirling her tongue for emphasis.

“Aye. Play with your clit.”

So he was going to give her directions? She was so down with that. It took some concentration, but she managed to keep up her rhythm on his cock while circling her fingers around the bundle of nerves.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

“Hmmm,” she said, nodding.

“Good. Put two fingers inside of yourself.”

Yes sir.
She traced her fingers down and slowly pushed them inside her sex, moaning at the feel of the intrusion. So good.

But he would be so much better. She imagined that it was his shaft as she slowly thrust her fingers in and out of her tight sheath. After a moment, she realized that she’d completely stopped moving. The head rested in her mouth and her hand lay still. 

She glanced up at him. He gazed at her, his eyes hot and entirely focused on her. She got the feeling that he was so distracted by the idea of her pleasuring herself that he wasn’t too fussed about her stalled blowjob.

“What does it feel like?” he asked.

Slowly, she removed his shaft from her mouth. She started stroking idly as she asked, “Your cock?”

A half grin pulled up the side of his beautiful mouth and her heart tugged. His voice was dark when he spoke. “Nay. Your pussy. I want you to tell me what it feels like.”

At that, her sex clenched around her fingers and her heart thudded so loudly she was surprised he couldn’t hear it.

“Wet,” she said, shivering at the idea of describing something so... dirty. Sexy? She honestly had no idea. But it made her shiver.

“And?”

“Tight. Like, anytime I look at your cock or you moan, it clenches around my fingers and I wish it were you inside me.”

He rolled his head back and said, “Ah, damn.” Then he reached down and hooked her beneath her armpits, pulling her up on top of him.

“You’re so damned hot, you know that?” he said, his voice rough with need. “Strongest woman I know. Smart as hell. And so hot it makes me feel like I’m burning. That I have to clench my fists and hold myself still to keep from grabbing you and throwing you underneath me to fuck the daylights out of you.”

“Uh. I wouldn’t object to that,” she said.

His brows rose and his gaze darted to her lips. “Nay?”

“Really. No.” She rubbed her hands over his shoulders. His words were making her tingle all over. Heat coiled low in her belly and spread outward. Gods, her mind was starting to fog. “But for now, I really like being on top.”

“Good.” He reached down and yanked her shirt over her head. Quickly, he unclipped her bra, then gripped her around the waist and raised her so that he could kiss her breasts.

His mouth was hot and wet on her nipple, making need coil more tightly within her. When he sucked, she gasped and gripped his head. He tensed, but she didn’t move her hands, and soon, he returned to his glorious labor.

“I want to make you do that all day,” she moaned.

“I would,” he said around her flesh. Then he nipped.

She cried out, bucking against him. 

“Like that, do you?” he asked.

“Mmmhh.”

“Then you’ll like this better.” He lifted her off his lap as though she weighed nothing, then laid her over the back of the couch so that her arse pointed outward. 

She gasped, then moaned when strong hands pulled her pants and underwear down her legs. Cool air kissed her sex and she shivered.

“Beautiful,” Felix rasped as he gripped her thighs and separated them.

The blood rushed to Aurora’s head. Here she was, hanging over the back of the sofa with her arse and pussy in the air while Felix looked at her.

It was embarrassing, but hot. Hotter than it was embarrassing, so she was willing to go with it. Especially when she felt the heat of his mouth pressed against her sex.

She moaned.

“Definitely wet,” he said against her. “And so damned delicious.”

His tongue speared her and she shuddered. He flicked and prodded and drove her out of her mind. But it wasn’t until he started licking her clit that she lost control of her strength and teetered on the back of the couch. Felix seemed to sense it and gripped her shoulder to steady her.

When she felt him slowly ease two fingers inside her sex, she bit the back of the couch. She didn’t know why she tried to stifle the moan, just that she was scared that if she let it out, she’d never stop. Felix’s thick fingers moved inside her, a firm in-and-out motion that made pleasure curl low in her belly. 

Aurora couldn’t stop her hips from moving against his hand and mouth. When he sucked on her clit, an explosion of pleasure burst out from her center. She cried out, unable to keep the noise in any longer, and bucked against his hand, her thighs clenching instinctively. It went on and on until she was boneless with pleasure.

Her head hummed as he picked her up off the back of the couch and set her upright. His jaw was tight and his mouth strained. His hard shaft pressed against his stomach. He was wound so tight. It cleared her head and made her sit up straight.

“Take off your trousers and sit on the couch,” she said.

He obeyed immediately. He toed off his boots and her gaze avidly followed his strong hands as he pushed down his trousers. Veins stood out on his forearms, dancing under the tattoos that were so beautiful to her now. He straightened, his hard shaft catching her eye.

“Sit,” she said.

He did and she climbed on top of him. She settled over his cock, moaning at the feel of the thick length pressing against her pussy. He groaned, bucking slightly, as he reached out and gripped her hips. 

Her hands hovered over his chest.

“Go ahead,” he gritted as he moved his shaft between the slick folds of her sex. “You can touch me.”

She laid her palms upon his chest, swearing that they tingled at the feel of his bare skin against hers. She ran them over the swells of hard muscle, following the shape of his tattoos. His skin gleamed in the low light, beautiful and smooth, a perfect cover for the ridged muscles beneath.

He stiffened slightly when her hands ran over his shoulders, but she moved them down to his chest and he relaxed.

A gasp broke from her lips when the head of his cock rubbed against her clit. Pleasure streaked through her.

“Like that, do you?” he asked.

She nodded, near mindless, and said, “I want you inside me.”

He grunted in pleasure and lifted her by the hips, then cursed. “Condom?”

“Damn it.” She flicked her hand and one appeared between her fingers. She handed it to him and shifted while he put it on.

“Finally,” she breathed when he lifted her, guiding her until she felt the hard head of his cock against her entrance. He tried to lower her slowly, but she wiggled out of his grip and took him fast and deep, crying out as he filled her.

Felix threw his head back and groaned. His fingers bit hard into her hips. She hoped she’d have bruises for just a few seconds, at least, before they faded.

She began to ride him, raising and lowering herself in a rhythm that felt divine. While one hand gripped her hip, he used the other to stroke her clitoris with his thumb. Pleasure coiled within her, blinding her. His mouth found the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder and he bit down.

The orgasm tore through her, blissful agony that streaked out from her sex and overwhelmed her entire body. Her thighs shook so much that she lost her rhythm while riding him, but he took up the pace.

He gripped her hips and thrust up into her, hard and fast. It pushed her orgasm into a second round. She clutched at his shoulders, burying her face in his neck as the pleasure made her scream. He tensed, his orgasm overwhelming him, and roared.