“You aren’t human, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t still you,” I said, leaning forward to touch my mouth to hers. It started as a gentle caress, the light press of my lips meant to comfort her. She took it, deepening it and leaning into my body until she pressed a hand to each of my shoulders, guiding me to my back upon the blanket.
“My star,” I murmured as she took her lips from mine. She swung a leg over my hips, straddling me as she laid her weight down upon my torso and brought her lips to the side of my neck. She caressed the Viniculum with her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste my skin and drawing a ragged groan from my throat. Her hips ground against mine, seeking the friction of my cock against the heat of her pussy, which seared through both our trousers like a brand.
“Make me forget,” she whispered when I settled a hand on each of her hips. I stilled her motions, trying to use the self-control I suspected she would appreciate come morning. The Wild Hunt had been willing to give her space because of their fear of her, but even they would not be able to resist the lure of our sex beside the fire.
They’d engage with one another, pairing off amongst themselves where they could, but all eyes would be on Estrella and I. On the novelty of bodies they hadn’t yet seen in the throes of ecstasy.
An eternity was a long time to be confined to certain bed partners, with only the other members of the Wild Hunt to keep them company.
“Stop being so noble,” Estrella pushed, grasping my hands and pinning them to the ground beside my head. “For a single night, I want to forget that I am anything but your mate. I want to quiet the raging questions in my head,” she said.
“We should move to the tent if you’d like to avoid an audience,” I said, pointedly nodding toward where riders of the Wild Hunt had already begun to trickle toward the fire. They could sense Estrella’s need, scent it in the air as well as I could. I rolled her beneath me, feeling protective and sheltering her from their view. With her will lost to her grief and the sadness that had consumed her, I didn’t want her to be caught unaware.
She surprised me, reaching up to catch me around the back of my head and dragging my lips toward hers as she cocked a leg out to the side. She spread for me, wrapping it around my back and hooking it over my ass as she lifted herself to rub against me. “Then I suppose you had better get inside me. We both know you don’t want them to see me unless I am filled with your cock.” She dropped her hands to her tunic laces, untying them quickly as I watched the line of cleavage she revealed.
“Estrella,” I warned, rising onto my knees between her legs. She pushed up onto her elbows, grasping the hem of her shirt and then maneuvering her body so that she could tug it over her head. She kept herself suspended for a moment with the muscles of her stomach, lowering back down to lie on her back once more. Her breasts were free from their confines, her nipples pebbled in the cold winter air. “You’re playing a dangerous game.” I felt the eyes of the Riders of the Wild Hunt on her breasts, felt the way they admired her form.
Because of my friendship with Holt, I knew that they could feel. I knew they could touch one another and bring pleasure, but was it ever the same as a real, solid figure in your arms? Estrella had flesh and bone; she had skin that was the color of liquid bronze. She had dusky pink nipples that begged for attention until she lifted a hand to pinch one of them after she’d felt my gaze shift lower. She slid her other hand into the waistband of her leggings, reaching into the heat between her thighs to stroke her fingers over her clit. She worked them in small circles, playing with herself more than pleasuring.
The show was for me alone, meant to drive me to the ledge of a possessive claiming. I wouldn’t be gentle when I finally touched her, not after daring to reveal herself without my permission.
I bent forward suddenly, wrapping my lips around the breast she didn’t already torment and using my hands to lift her ass into the air. I tore her leggings down her thighs and over her knees before I finally had to release her breast to pull off her boots and finish taking her pants off the rest of the way.
She spread for me when I lowered her back to the blanket, showing me the pretty pink color of her pussy as she lifted her legs high and bent her knees. She had to be aware of the eyes on her body, of the members around the fire as they moved and watched the show she put on for them. Her hand went back to the spot between her legs, careful not to block her slit from my view as she toyed with her clit.
“I want your mouth, God,” she said, her lips twisting with mischief. She was playful as she waited for me to obey her demand, and I knew her words hadn’t been an accident. That part inside of her that craved dominance over others, that craved revenge and the power that came with it, wanted to see a God kneeling between her legs. She wanted to be serviced, driven to pleasure, and then fucked by a God for all to see.
She wanted the female members of the Wild Hunt to see me pleasure my mate, and to show them that I was hers and hers alone. None would dare to go against a mate bond, but that didn’t change the possessiveness radiating off her naked body as I shifted lower to lie on my stomach and pushed her hand away. I wrapped my arms around behind her thighs, kissing her belly button before lowering my face. “Is this what you wanted, my mate?” I asked, touching my lips to her clit in a slow, teasing kiss.
“More,” she whispered.
“Tell me exactly what you want, Estrella, or I will not give it to you,” I said, licking her clit lightly as she stared down at me.
“I want you to show them you’re mine,” she growled, that jealousy pulsing down the bond between us. “I want them to see how you worship me, and not just the other way around.”
I pressed my mouth more tightly into her flesh, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking as I slid a finger through her slit and worked it inside. She groaned as I finally gave her what she wanted, savoring the taste of her with long, frenzied thrusts of my tongue against her flesh. Her hand came down to grasp my hair at the back of my head, tugging me where she wanted as I drove her higher.
She resisted the urge to come, trying to prolong the time I spent with my mouth between her legs. I didn’t know if it was her need to possess me that drove her to see me devour her pussy for longer or something else entirely, but I watched her possessiveness war with the desire for an orgasm.
“Do you intend to come for me, my star? Or is it that you wish to see my mouth between your legs for the rest of the night?” I asked, staring up at her as I drew my mouth away from her sensitive flesh.
She whimpered in response to the loss of contact, reaching down between her legs to guide my hand. She encouraged me to add a second finger, holding my wrist as she pumped my fingers in and out of her swollen, greedy little pussy.
“I want to come on your cock,” she said finally, her lips tipping up into a smile. I shook my head as I rose between her legs, thrusting my fingers deep and drawing them back slowly as she reached for the laces on my trousers. She unknotted them quickly, shoving them down over my ass until cool air touched my bare skin. She drew her pussy away from my fingers suddenly, leaning forward to wrap her lips around the head of my cock and suck.
The stars above us filled my vision as I dropped my head back, staring at the sky as she slowly worked my shaft into her throat. “Fuck,” I grunted, burying my hand in the hair at her nape as she took me as deep as she could. I held her close, stealing the breath from her lungs as I filled her throat.