“And I’m still wondering what that kraken does to Viktoria when they get naked…” I circled her nipple, where her breast squashed onto the bed. “Filthy things, I’m betting.”
“Mmmm.” Breath hitching, she laid her hand over my wrist, not stopping me, just holding, with her eyes half-closed.
“I wish I could fuck you,” I said quietly, and I brought her to me with my hand behind her head, tangled in her mussed-up hair. I kissed her, thoroughly but gently, taking my time, feeling the air she breathed against my mouth. “Nothing is happening below though. Might be a side effect of…everything.”
“That is understandable.” She smiled, stroking my chest. “I’ll forgive you. We can fuck like crazy another time. Hey, let me find my phone and google this monster name you said.”
“Sure.”
She scrambled off the bed and went looking for her phone in a heap of other clothes—picking up a short blue beach dress she’d not been wearing earlier, when we faced off at the beach.
I swallowed as that flashback hit me again. “Let’s go sit on the balcony? I want to dangle my legs over the edge and talk about all the shit we went through. I won’t sleep anyway.”
Which was how we ended up outside again, still naked. The neighbors would be unlikely to see us. There were no houses visible ahead. We were out on the edge of whatever place this was—city or town, but likely a small town or tourist spot. Lights marked a highway, half a mile away, as well as a few streets to our left and right.
The timber decking was cool under my butt, as was the railing I slid my legs beneath. Moths fluttered past, and road noise was minimal, except for the sounds from another bedroom. It made me smile. Harrow had a mischievous kraken in him. “I bet she has a tentacle and a dick or two inside her right now.”
“Stop giving me dirty ideas.” Zara poked my side.
“You vant mine tentacle, fraulein?” At her groan, I caught her hand and gnawed the edge then pulled her close and bit the side of her neck, savoring her taste, lingering, and placing more bites.
Her sigh was shaky. “Fuck, Val. You’re making me wet, and it seems wrong. Yes, I want you and it’s almost…I don’t know…sacrilegious?”
“It’s not. Orgasm denial is now my goal for the night.” I waggled my eyebrows at her. “So, Jörmungandr? It has one of those umlauts over the O, but it should be googleable.”
When she’d raised her phone and begun to tap, I slipped my hand between her thighs and began to play with her. Her thighs parted and she leaned into me, rested her head on my shoulder as I delved deeper and found her entrance, slipping along her there until I could ease a finger inside.
“Mmmm. Keep…doing…that. Please.”
Her pussy clamped onto my finger as I shunted slowly in and out with my thumb pressing on and exploring her clit. Already that sensitive bump was swelling.
She cleared her throat, shifting on her ass before continuing, “That J thing is the Midgard serpent, supposed to circle the world and hold its tail in its mouth.” She plonked her phone down on the other side of her, making a loud clatter. “If it ever lets go, the world will end.”
Fuck. That almost made me stop finger-fucking her, but the teasing was too attractive. The feel of her hot and wet inside, smothering my finger, and those little quivers as I shoved up high.
My cock might be relearning things because I felt it stir. I’d meant to talk through the past few weeks with her, but maybe this was what she needed, maybe it was better therapy than words and more words, than rehashing that horrific shit we had gone through. This would connect us again, make her see me as not Him.
“Come up here.” I encouraged her to pull her legs up and lie on her back on the deck. I knelt between her legs and spread her thighs more, then thumbed apart her cunt lips. The lights behind us had been left turned on and her pussy glistened.
Ready. She’s ready for me to slide inside her and fuck her brains out.
With one hand planted beside her hip, I leaned over her and slowly drew my tongue up and over her clit, swirled it around and around, feeling the nub stiffen, hearing her breathing go ragged and needy. I sucked on her as I inserted two fingers. Thrusting them fully in was done in an instant and her hips lifted off the floor. She groaned.
The taste of her reminded me of sex at the abandoned hospital, with her wrapped in the strait jacket and bent over the table…with the blood angel sprawled on the ceiling above me, orgasming. A memory the Nightmare King had dredged up to taunt me with.
I paused, with my fingers stuck in her, knuckles deep, with her pussy squeezing in. “Need a towel under you? To catch all your juices?”
“Juices? Ewww. I’m fine.” She gasped, reacting to my sucking mouth and tongue. “Do not fucking stop.”
I laughed. “You’re sure? Don’t stop?”
Her growl was adorable.
I stopped anyway. I crawled up her and kissed her again, my mouth still tasting of her, my tongue thrusting in while I wedged my hand under her jaw and kept her still. Her huffing moans lent a little fury to my kissing, and I really wanted to be inside her with my cock. I slipped back down her and started to tongue-tease her clit again, sucking and licking, nipping her inner thighs when she was close to coming, then starting the cycle and that mounting rise to climax.
With her ass propped up high, I tongued her pussy then her clit again, making the suction harder, and managed to shove three fingers inside just…as…she started to shake, and clamp her thighs onto my head. My last few rhythmic sucks made her grip my hair in a vice of fingers that treadled and wrenched at the roots.
Her body twisted, and she fell silent and bowed higher, straining, shoving her pussy onto my mouth, and grinding on me as she came, shuddering, with her stomach muscles taut.
More cute moans and noises came strained through her teeth, until she reached the end of her O and collapsed, still making plaintive moans. Then she curled around me as she turned onto her side.
While she was recovering, I studied her. There was no way I was going to look away.
“I’d forgotten how gorgeous you look when you come.” I touched two fingers to her lips, drawing gently along the seam of them until she opened and licked me. “Suck yourself off my fingers while I lie here and watch that mouth of yours tongue me, and watch your eyes. Just so you know, I’m fucking you hard, tomorrow.”
Then a headache screamed in and blew up in my head. It took all my concentration not to react and show her what I was experiencing, and I thought I’d succeeded.
She pulled my fingers from her mouth. “You just went kind of flashy blue, and your eyes were odd too, and… Are you okay?”
“I am. Let’s go shower.”
“No normal man goes blue.” Her lips pursed. “And now you look super pale.”
“After what happened we are suddenly normal? I’m as normal as Spider-Man after that spider bit his ass.”
Her mouth opened and from her smile, I could tell a smart comment would be coming next.
I reached around her and smacked her butt, first. “Don’t make me bite yours.”
“Threatening me with a good time, Val?”
I shook my head and sighed. The things I wanted to do to her but couldn’t yet…without throwing up.