Witch Bound (Twilight of the Gods) (22 page)

He pushed his hands into her hair and dragged her mouth to his. His tongue pushed inside her as he flexed his hips, rubbing his cock against her. They were both wearing jeans. Stupid jeans. There was no easy way—

A squeaking noise behind her jolted her back to her senses. The sound of crashing dishes brought Fen’s head up. His hand was under her shirt, his fingertips set to the underside of her bra.

Her mother beamed at them. “Are we having a wedding after all?”

Raquel groaned. Fen...whimpered and withdrew his shaking hand from beneath her shirt. His head dropped to her shoulder, leaving her to deal with her mother and now, Aiden, Christian and Grace, who filed out of the stairwell with concerned, then bemused expressions on their faces.

She cleared her throat and tried to pretend this was nothing out of the ordinary. “Hey, guys. Would you mind maybe giving us a few minutes?”

Fen was barely hanging on by a thread. Ignoring everyone else in the room, he said, “I can change and run. The pull isn’t nearly as bad when I’m running. I can come to you later...I
think
I can change now.”

She clutched at his shoulders. “You’re not going anywhere. I—”

Their audience hadn’t moved. Raquel looked around frantically until her pleading gaze locked on Grace. With a broad smile, Grace linked her arm through her husband’s and gave Aiden a tug to get him moving toward the door. “Why don’t we go back to the house and discuss changing the contract? Christian, you drive with Joanne. Fen and Raquel can follow when they’re ready.”

As Christian led her mother away, Raquel untangled herself from Fen, feeling a blush creep all the way up to her roots. Fen’s gaze fixed on her breasts for a moment before lifting to her face. Raw and intense. The same way he kissed. She wanted to kiss him again, to feel all that passion pounding against her skin. Her mouth went dry. She took a step back to regain her composure and Fen reached out to catch her wrist. The possessiveness in the gesture made her wet, made her knees wobble as he pulled her closer. His nostrils flared, and she knew he’d sensed her reaction.

Her mother paused at the door. “Fen. Would you be a dear and call the caterer? They’ll need the most warning if we want to get everyone back on track for Saturday. I’ll notify the other clans.”

Fen’s gaze never left Raquel’s. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Lindgren. That’s not going to happen.”

Christian swallowed a laugh. “I’ll handle the caterer. Is your coat by the door, Joanne?”

As soon as they were gone, Fen rose stiffly to his feet and hauled her toward the opposite exit. He didn’t speak as he bundled her into his SUV for the two-minute drive to his house. It wasn’t until they were inside that he even looked directly at her again. She knew why. She could feel the tension vibrating off his body, could see it in the way he gripped the wheel.

When he fumbled the keys at the door, she took them from his hand to turn the lock. Taking off her coat, she tossed it on the couch and when she turned, Fen was standing there. His hands came up to cradle her face, his skin hot compared to the icy-cold temperature outside. His gaze was hotter still. A wonder she didn’t combust on the spot.

“Are you on birth control? I meant it when I said I wouldn’t have children.”

She nodded.

“And you’re sure about this?”

Rising onto her toes, she kissed him gently. “Yes. Yes. Ye—”

His tongue got in her way as he kissed her deeply, delving inside and exploring every last inch of her. When she pulled back, gasping for air, he scooped her up and carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom.

She’d never been in his room before and it seemed different from the rest of the house. Intimate. The furniture was new, more modern. Dark wood. The walls a neutral gray with a hint of blue. The sheets soft as he laid her gently down before setting to work stripping off his clothes.

Every movement spare and efficient, he had his boots and shirt off before she could blink. She raised herself onto her elbows and stared. His body was truly a thing of beauty. Not skinny, he was lean. Hard muscle, smooth skin. Just that one tattoo after all. She could see the knobs of bone beneath his skin at his shoulders and hips. The rest was a fascinating study in male musculature.

She intended to devote a great deal of time and effort into that study.
Years
of dedicated exploration.

He unzipped and pushed down his pants nearly in one motion. Her throat went dry. A hard and perfect cock jutted from a bed of dark hair. It tapped the smooth plane of his lower abdomen as he started for her.

“You’re still wearing clothes.”

He grabbed onto the waistband of her jeans as she unbuttoned them. Two hard tugs and they were on the floor. The sound he made... Any insecurity she might have had about this moment fled out the window. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed that aside as Fen knelt between her legs. He placed his hands on her thighs just above the knee and slowly slid his hands upward, avoiding the bandage that covered the runes.

“So soft.” He reached the juncture where thigh met hip and his thumbs settled in the notch there. As soon as she’d unhooked her bra, he jerked her down and she landed on her back. His hungry gaze lifted from her breasts to her face. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

“You’ve waited long enough, I think. You don’t have to—”

He covered her. She felt his erection slide against her thigh but instead of entering her, he lowered his mouth to her breast, his lips closing around her tight nipple. His moan echoed hers. When she arched her back, he slid an arm beneath her to lift her higher before moving to taste her other nipple. With light, teasing strokes and long pulls he tested her response. The scrape of his teeth, the tickle of his hair, the sweep of his tongue sending her into sensory overload. She regarded him through lust-slit eyes when he raised his head. He took one look at her and a smile split his face.

“These are amazing.”

She laughed, but he’d already dipped his head again, kissing a trail lower, down her abdomen. “Fen. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know.” He reared back, kneeling between her spread thighs. “This is what I want. Wider, Rocky. Let me see you.”

When she hesitated, his hands closed around her thighs and he exerted a gentle pressure. He looked up, into her eyes. “As soon as I come inside you, you own me. Give me this.”

She opened her legs wider, letting his hands guide her. He slid forward so his body held her open and her thighs fell across his. She felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that had her trembling—and that was before Fen stroked both thumbs through her folds. They caught moisture and slicked upward in a smooth glide.

A noise came from his throat, deep and primal, as if he’d taken a punch. Then he stroked her again, slowly, eyes on his hands...on her. Face slack with desire. He found her clitoris and she moaned. He smiled and circled that small knot with his fingertips. Barely touching her really. She angled her hips to increase the pressure and he accommodated her, briefly, before withdrawing his hands and then his body.

Her eyes shot open to find him stretching out onto his stomach. And then his hands were on her thighs again, holding her open for his mouth. His pressed a kiss to her clit and then shifted lower. His warm breath fanned across wet skin a moment before his tongue slipped through her folds in a long, slow stroke, toying with her clit when he reached it and then moving away. She fisted her hands in the sheets so she didn’t grab his hair. He’d waited twenty-eight years for a woman, surely she could have a little patience.

He groaned. “You taste exactly like I thought you would.”

“Guh?”

A huff of laughter. “Sunshine and magic. Delicious, every bit of you.”

He slid a finger inside her and curled it ever so slightly, as if testing the feel and shape of her. His tongue returned to her clit. A second finger joined the first and he flattened his tongue in the most delicious way. He was still exploring her, still learning her, but she was shocked at how easy he seemed to read her. His fingers moved and his tongue matched the rhythm. She rocked her hips to meet him, drawing closer and closer to orgasm. She panted.

It seemed wrong. He’d waited so long. The polite thing would be to let him come first. Right? Was there etiquette to this type of thing?

“Fen...”

He nipped at her clit, and she jerked. “Give it up. I’m not stopping. Come for me, Rocky. I want you to come.”

And he knew exactly how close she was. She could tell by the way he worked her—determined and intent, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. When he curled his tongue there at the end and shoved his long fingers inside of her. When he made that noise in his throat.

She let go, gave herself over to him completely. Fen cursed as an orgasm ripped through her body. She clenched around his fingers, and he pressed them deeper. Turned his head to kiss her thigh. She was still floating when he positioned himself over her. She trembled as he slid his cock against her and an aftershock passed through her.

“You’re so wet. Gods, Rocky, that was beautiful. I haven’t told you how beautiful you are.”

She touched his cheek. His hand curved around her hip as he fit himself to her. His mouth opened on a sigh, and she pulled his head down so that she could kiss him as he prodded at her entrance and then slid neatly, perfectly, fully inside of her. He sucked in a breath and his eyes opened wide. Glazed until they focused on her. “I love you, you know that.”

“I know it.” His lips found that sensitive spot on her neck, and she tilted her head to give him better access. “I love you too.”

His arms slid beneath her shoulders as he braced himself on his elbows. A tremor ran the length of his body. Goose bumps rose beneath her fingertips and she stroked his skin, soothing them down. He rested like that for a beat, deep inside her. His chest expanded with a breath and he began to move. The achingly slow withdrawal drew a moan from her lips.

He echoed her with a heavy growl that vibrated through her body. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Worth the wait?”

“Fuck, yes.” He pulled out, gave a shudder and smoothly slid back in. She bent her legs, drawing them up to hook her ankles behind his thighs as he pressed back inside her. Her nipples contracted so hard they ached.

“Rocky—” His voice was hoarse, tinged with an apology she didn’t want.

She tugged at his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Coaxing his tight lips to part for her and then nipping at his tongue when he gasped. Sliding her hands down his flanks, she gripped his hips, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath her palms. Hers. Her Fen. Gods, she wanted all of him.

He plunged into her, ferociously deep. His arm slid beneath her hips, changing the angle so that he could fill her again. One stutter. Another hard thrust and he was gone, pouring himself into her. She could feel the wash of magic, tethering him, wrapping around both of them, and she twisted it just so, binding herself to him. Her wedding gift to him. She’d tell him later when she had breath to speak. His one insecurity. He wouldn’t have to worry about her changing her mind either.

As soon as he caught his breath, he lifted his face. Was he blushing? He was, a faint wash of color high on his sharp cheekbones. She pulled him in for a kiss. A slow, tender kiss that she hoped expressed exactly how she felt in this moment because she hadn’t the words. He rolled onto his side and curled his long body next to hers, resting one hand possessively on her abdomen. She smiled at the ceiling. “The sheet is tangled around my ankle. I think I’ve lost circulation in my foot.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Can’t have that. I like your feet.”

“You’ve never even seen my feet.”

His sat abruptly and she lifted herself onto her elbows while he untangled her foot.

“No, but I plan to worship them later.” He kissed her arch, and she jerked her foot out of his grasp.

He climbed back onto the bed, lying on his side and pulling her to his chest.

She burrowed beneath his arm. “Do you like feet like you like ketchup?”

“I haven’t thought much about feet...ever, but I’m not ruling out any possibilities at this point.”

Idly, she walked her fingers across his chest. It was funny, considering his furry self, how little body hair he had in this form. The silky black hair on his head, wavy and slightly overgrown. There was no hair on his chest and his leg hair was fine and soft. She slid her foot down his leg until he moved his thigh to trap hers.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” His smile was warm, immensely pleased. “That tickles.”

“I want to learn every part of you too.”

He brushed the hair from her face. He had an artist’s hands, strong but deft. Always aware of exactly how much pressure he applied to canvas or skin. “There’s time. I don’t want you to tire of me too quickly.”

He said it like a joke, but there was a flicker of vulnerability in the tension around his eyes. She touched his jaw and drew him down for another kiss. “I won’t tire of you. I might rush into things sometimes, but I don’t give up on people. And I’m not letting you go.
You’re
not having second thoughts are you?”

“No.” He gave a short laugh. “The minute you said yes, I was gone and this...nothing has ever felt more right to me.”

“I tweaked the spell.”

His hand cupping her shoulder, stilled. “What did you do, Rocky?”

“The bond. I tweaked it so it works both ways. I’m bound to you too.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment and when he spoke, his voice was oddly gruff. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

She raised her head to look at him and the depth of emotion in his bright eyes made her own tear up.

“It was easy enough.”

“Raquel...” He pulled her down and gave her a sweet kiss before tucking her head against his shoulder again. She let her hand wander across his chest, down over his tightly muscled abdomen. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. With anyone else, that might have made her self-conscious, but the way Fen looked at her left no doubt about how he felt about her body. Already, he was hard. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and he groaned.