His wife.
I stopped between his spread legs, touching a hand to each of his thighs as I stared at him. “Given that I nearly died, I should think you’d be showing me how grateful you are to see me alive. Not making demands.” I watched as he chuckled with amusement.
“You sound as if you’re convinced I don’t have plans for your pussy after,” he said, his chuckle trailing off as he reached out to touch my cheek. He stroked a thumb over my lower lip, sinking the tip into my mouth. “The woman I saw was not victimized by what was done to her. She was an angry, vengeful goddess, hell-bent on the destruction of those who’d wronged her. She bit back, and now I want to feel those vicious little lips wrapped around my fucking cock.”
His thumb left my mouth, sliding around to the back of my head and guiding me forward. I bent slightly, rubbing my mouth against his shaft as he groaned. “How do you know I won’t bite again?” I asked, cocking my head to the side as I wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and guided him to the angle I needed.
My lips pressed a single kiss against his head, smiling when he twitched in my grip.
“You like my cock far too much for that, Little One,” he said with a chuckle. “The faster you suck it, the faster I can get my tongue between your legs.”
I grinned at his impatience, shaking my head once before I spread my lips around the head of his cock and took him into my mouth. I was far too aware of our audience of one, the Huntsman, watching with his heavy stare on the side of my face.
I opened wider, keeping my eyes on Caelum’s as he wrapped a hand into the back of my wet hair, gathering it into his fist as he pushed me further down on his cock. I took a deep breath in, swallowing around him and allowing him to thrust deep. He groaned, tossing his head back as he used the hand at the back of my head to guide me onto him at the exact pace he wanted.
He moved quickly, driving himself closer to the edge of an orgasm within the confines of my mouth. He released me suddenly, allowing me to pull free and breathe as air returned to my lungs. It was almost too much, too close to the reality of drowning in the water below the surface.
But whereas that moment had been marked by fear, and fear alone, this was fear mingled with desire, dancing in an eternal waltz that felt rooted in time itself. As if the combination of fear and desire were always created to intertwine, coming together to create a symphony inside of me.
Caldris watched as I leaned forward, licking him from root to tip and then taking him into my mouth again. I worked him with slower, teasing swallows, flattening my tongue over his skin as I pulled back each time. “Good girl,” he murmured, petting my hair sweetly. “Remind Holt that there is only one male you will ever worship with that pretty mouth.”
I resisted the urge to glare at Caldris, knowing damn well he fully intended on worshiping me in the same way. I could live with that label being assigned to what I did to him, so long as it went both ways.
So long as he treated me like the Goddess I would never be.
He guided me away from his cock with a ragged groan, finally sliding down into the water between me and the ledge as he captured my face in his hands and crashed his mouth down onto mine. He devoured me, letting his tongue tangle with mine and seeming not to care about where my mouth had been.
Spinning me so my back was to the wall of the pool, he guided my elbows onto the stone face and lifted my waist up. Stepping back to allow me to float, my breasts and stomach emerging from the surface, he curled my knees high and rested my legs on his shoulders.
Staring into the apex of my thighs, he used his hands at my hips and beneath my ass to lift me and guide my pussy to his mouth. I gasped the moment he touched me, his mouth hot even compared to the water of the hot spring. The cold air that kissed my breasts and pebbled my nipples was a stark contrast to the heat he built in me quickly, leaving me squirming as he buried his face between my thighs and ate, like a man starved.
I slipped, my elbow coming out from under me and almost plunging my upper body back into the water. Catching myself at the last minute, I propped myself back up with a ragged breath. “Better hold on tight, Beasty. It looks like you’re about to go for a ride,” Holt drawled, drawing my eyes over to where he watched. He held my gaze, the shocking white of his stare pinning me in place as Caldris slid his tongue inside of me and curled one of his hands around the top of my thigh. Touching a probing finger to my clit, he circled it firmly enough that my legs trembled on his shoulders.
My attention shifted back to him, and to the way he raised his eyebrows. Even with half his face hidden from view and consumed with licking my pussy, I felt his irritation.
I was not to acknowledge the Hunstman. Even if it did turn me on to imagine him enjoying the sight, enjoying watching his friend devour me. “Caelum,” I murmured, watching as something snapped in the dark gaze of my mate.
He spun me carefully so my breasts were pinned between my body and the stone ledge, the roughness scraping gently against my skin. He kept me lifted up, raising my body out of the water with his arms wrapped around the thighs that he pinned together.
His mouth came back to my pussy, licking through me even though he had me ass-up. The change in angle made me see stars, his tongue stroking my clit in a different way that sent me tumbling into the edge of an orgasm.
I screamed out my release, dropping my cheek to the stone as I came on Caelum’s face. He rewarded me by licking me through it, only pulling back when my breathing calmed and then lowering my ass into the water. His cock pressed against my entrance, thrusting inside as he wrapped a hand around the front of my throat and pulled my back into his chest. He held me tight, suspended in the water as he moved his hips, driving inside of me and retreating in a punishing, brutal rhythm that I shouldn’t have enjoyed but somehow thrived on.
“Do you want to fuck him?” Caelum asked harshly, using his grip to maneuver me so that I stared at Holt.
“No,” I answered, shaking my head. There wasn’t a part of me that was at all attracted to Holt; I only desired the mate who moved inside of me.
“But you like knowing he’s watching. Your pussy is so fucking wet wrapped around me,” Caelum said, thrusting deep to prove his point. “Though it will be even wetter when I fill it with cum.”
“Yes, I like knowing he’s watching,” I said, hating that the admission felt like a weakness. It felt like I was doing something wrong because of the way I’d been raised, and maybe that contributed to my desire to do it more.
Or maybe it was the nature of whatever existed inside of me. Fae or something else, craving the animalistic need to claim my mate. That was my mate’s cock pushing through my pussy and battering into me as if it was his pussy to use.
And it was.
“That’s my star,” Caldris said with a chuckle. “Never pretend to be something you’re not. Never dull how bright you burn so that others may feel comfortable in your presence.”
He dropped a hand to my breast, squeezing the flesh as he pinned me by the throat. A woman gasped back at the entry to the path that led below, and I turned to find Imelda’s mismatched eyes wide with shock.
She wasn’t horrified, and I was certain she’d probably seen similar acts with the Resistance if not engaged in them herself. But her lips pursed, her cheeks hollowing as her mouth dropped open. “I wanted to be sure you were alright,” she said awkwardly. She didn’t move to leave, even though she clearly had the answer she’d come for.