Hels's Gauntlet [Forbidden Legacy 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

As he’d felt against his spine, her dusky pink nipples were thick and engorged. Her chest rose and fell in rapid cadence. She was out of breath. Without the shower and facing her, he just caught the hint of her musk.

He pointed at the bed. He didn’t care that they were both wet. “Hands and knees, facing the headboard.” They were orders, and he didn’t care. Cassandra seemed to understand, and she turned, giving him a view of the full, exquisite curve of her ass. Pregnancy had filled her breasts, rounded her hips, and emphasized her sweet ass.

His cock jerked. He wanted to bend her over and tunnel inside her, slaking his needs against the too tight confines. But he still didn’t quite trust his control despite the orgasm in the shower.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy her. She needed to be reminded that they didn’t withhold things because they were denying her and that her life and her safety were far more valuable than base desire.

She climbed onto the bed slowly, as though deliberately trying to provoke him. A smile inched the corner of his mouth upward, but he didn’t move from the shower stall. He feasted on the sight of her bending down, taking up her position on the bed. Her heavy breasts stretched toward the coverlet.

Droplets of water glided over her ass, dripping down. Her thighs parted enough that he could see the wink of her pussy.

It glistened.

Fingers curling into his palms, he counted to ten and stepped out of the shower. He walked toward the bed slowly and focused his attention on the door long enough to secure it. With exquisite ease, he ran a palm over the curve of her ass. Her body quivered. He smiled to himself, just that one simple, unrestrained gesture fused together the frayed ends of his control.

“You should have stayed downstairs until I was done,” he murmured.

“I was worried about you.” The affection in the words twisted around his heart. But she still shouldn’t have risked herself. He lifted his hand and brought it down in a gentle smack, pinking the flesh but lacking any real heat. She jumped and made a low sound.

“Not an excuse to endanger yourself.”

“From throwing up?” She glanced back at him now, challenge sparking in her eyes.

He slapped her ass again, leaving redness to pinken the other cheek. “Yes.”

She rocked forward and back against his hand. Neither blow hurt, but her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips. “I wanted to be here.”

Still so intent on challenging him.
He smiled. “So much you’re willing to do whatever I want you to?”

Need clawed through him. Need to mark her. Need to establish once and for all that while he shared her with Jacob, she belonged to him. Heart. Body. Soul.

Her chin came up. A smile hovered over her lips. “Yes.”

He smoothed his hand over the warmed ass cheek and gave it another smack. She clamped down on a gasp, and he added a fourth swat. “Let me hear you. Every sound. Don’t hold back.”

His palm heated against her rosy cheek, and he added another five swats, until both cheeks gleamed rosily at him and dampness slicked her thighs. She obeyed, letting out a little cry with each slap of his hand.

Breath coming in hard, little pants, Cassandra didn’t pull away or try to turn to face him. She looked back, meeting his gaze proudly. Tears glimmered in her eyes, but refused to fall.

“Are you all right?” He cursed the need to paddle her for endangering herself. This was why he’d wanted her to stay downstairs. He wasn’t fit to be in her bed. He wanted to test the limits of her restraint, to control her completely, and that wasn’t a side of himself he’d shown her.

“I trust you.”

His heart constricted around the three soft, little words shattering the shackles of disappointment and grief at Kyrian’s betrayal. The dark haze across his vision washed away, leaving only the gentle, golden glow of the woman gazing up at him. Adoration and something more softened her face.

Acceptance.

He’d scowled at her. Thrust his raw need into her hand. Then paddled her for the brief release she’d given him. But her eyes held no reproach or recrimination.

Drawing a finger down the line separating her cheeks, he caressed her anus. It quivered beneath the pressure of his finger, but he didn’t press in. He’d stretched her with his fingers and only once with his cock. The flesh remained sensitive, but he was ever careful to not actually hurt her.

“It’s okay.” She gave him permission on a shivery exhale. Her cheeks clenched as he ran his thumb up to stroke the rim of flesh.

“I know it’s okay.” His voice betrayed a calm control he wasn’t feeling quite yet. But it grew with every moment he lingered touching her. The pink bottom, the heavy weight of her curves, and even the gentle swell of her distended bell all reassured him. Deep inside, the waves of affection rolling along the bond tying them together enforced it.

Decided, he ran a finger down to her damp pussy and stroked a finger over her pulsing clit. She shuddered, and he smiled. “Stay there.”

They were in his rooms. He’d tied her to the headboard. He’d bound her with silken ropes while he teased her unmercifully until she’d finally unleashed her magic, stripping his clothes from him. He’d enjoyed that lesson immensely. They repeated it occasionally, forcing her to learn the control she needed. But new lessons were his favorite.

This lesson wasn’t about her magic. It was about her sense of self-preservation and his need for her to control those urges that put her in danger. The day’s events reminded him that above all else, his immortality could be ended. He could die. He could leave her and Jacob alone to face the wrath of the Danae…of the Fae…of all the darkness and danger their world encompassed.

His gut tightened, and he ignored the prod of his cock against his belly. His body didn’t care about the danger. It just wanted to ease inside the slick dampness of the woman kneeling beautifully on the bed.

He wanted that, too. But first, he wanted to control every reaction, every nuance of her experience. He wanted to fill her body at his pleasure. He opened the chest of his gear and reached down to the bottom, to the small leather satchel he’d buried when he moved in. He opened the bag and smiled at the cherrywood knob, smoothed by hand and sealed by magic. It warmed to his touch. The gift of making such toys was a small thing. He sorted through the plugs, finding the right size. She’d taken his cock, but only after working her with his fingers and with the careful application of pressure and magic.

He wanted her to be able to take him whenever the urge to mount her sweet ass took him. He glanced over his shoulder at her. She watched him, curiosity sweetening her expression. Her parted lips revealed a flash of white teeth. He loved the feeling of her mouth on his cock. He loved the way her hands cupped his balls and the sweet, sucking noises she made as she took him deep against her throat.

He found the plug he wanted to use. Formed of cedar, it was smoother than the cherry. It would ease into that tight passage and warm her from within. He activated the magic inside it, blessed warmth tingling his fingers. Inside the tight channel, it would pulse gently.

Stowing away the bag, he closed the chest and carried the plug back to her. Her eyes widened as she studied it. He ran it up and down the seam of her ass, letting the heat tingle against her anus.

“You liked being with Jacob and me both, yes?” The hoarseness in his words surprised him. His cock trembled with need. He was so hard, one touch of his tip touching his stomach as he crouched close to her ass sent an ache through him. He was too sensitive.

“Yes.”

“You want to do it again.” It wasn’t a question. She’d hinted, nudged, and cajoled more than once. But neither man wanted to endanger the baby. They wanted to keep the sex as safe as possible for her.

After the shower, however, he wanted to give her that. He wanted to fill her anus while his cock slid into her pussy. He wanted to feed her need to have both of them. The plug tingled in his hand as he moistened it and pressed it against the hard rim of flesh. A soft gasp floated up to his ears. So low, he thought he might have imagined it, and he stilled, waiting to see if she would object, but she pushed back against the plug, easing against the tip of the plug.

“No.” He pulled the plug away and slapped her ass. She twitched and gasped. “You only move when I tell you to. I want to fuck your ass with this. I want to fill it and to stretch it. But you will hurt yourself if you push too quickly.”

Fear beat a rapid tattoo against his pulse. He left the bed and went into the bathroom. The rosewood oil she’d slicked her hands with before sliding into the shower sat open on the counter. He lubed the tip of the plug, making it slippery.

Carrying it back, he massaged her rosy cheek. His handprint stood out a deeper red against the pink. “When I tell you, you ease back against the plug.”

“Okay.”

He smiled at the tremulous word and pressed it to her backside. “Now, roll your hips slowly, sit back against it.” He pushed forward, watching the tight rim as it clenched. The natural reaction to keep him out, but a low groan stole through her before he could correct her, and the plug slipped past the tight ring of muscles.

His dick pulsed as he pressed the plug in and out, stretching her. Cassandra’s hands tightened against the coverlet, fisting the fabric into her seductive palms. “That’s it, my sweet lady. Easy and gentle.”

The puckered ring of muscle tightened around the plug as he slid it deep, and she let out a little cry of surprise. The magic inside it released, sending a wave of tingles through her system. He seated the plug until it would hold against her, the lip fitting over the rim of her anus.

“Good?” he asked, massaging her cheeks, hands skimming down her thighs. Her head bobbed, another sound startling from her. The magic keyed to her body, and soon the pulses would become rhythmic. He pressed a kiss to her thigh, nudging them apart. Her wet pussy winked at him, the muscles squeezing in time to the plug’s pulses.

Helcyon let out a long sigh, blowing the teasing breath against her quivering skin. “I will give you one choice…”

“Yes?” she asked breathlessly.

“Cock or tongue?” He wouldn’t last much longer, his cock threatened to explode, but she’d been so damn obedient. So giving and sweet. He could give this to her.

“Cock.” She didn’t even hesitate on the word.

“Spread your legs.” He lined up his cock against her slit, shifting her back toward the edge of the bed. He could see the plug filling her ass, and it looked good.

She moaned and pressed back, her pussy clenching around him as he sank inside. She was so damn tight, tighter than he remembered. The pressure of the plug seemed to shrink her pussy walls around him. A groan ripped from his throat at the incredible feel of it sucking his cock in. He held her hips, desperately fighting the desire to just slam into her, and guided her back and forth along his cock.

The day’s hell washed away, leaving only her hot pussy walls gripping him as she thrust back against him, uncaring of his attempts to control it. He should spank her. Teach her that her obedience was far from over. But the sound of her flesh slapping against his drove him onward. He moved his hands, catching her sensitive breasts and pinching her nipples.

Sound exploded from her body, and she bucked under him, fighting the rhythm she lost as he took control of it. Her first scream was a small one, but he twisted and caressed her nipples, groaned at the tingles spreading from the plug in her ass to vibrate against his cock on every stroke that took him to the hilt and the hot pressure of her pussy walls clamping down on him.

She demanded her pleasure from him, and he gave it. He gave it with every hard shove. His hands left her breasts to cup her belly, the warm swell, the proof of her fertility, and his brain shut off completely.

He needed her passion and her strength. He needed the life she brought into his world and the pleasure. He needed the family they’d formed, and he pounded those demands into her pussy, pulling and pushing her as he toppled them both over the edge and his balls dragged up tight against his body and he came.

She shuddered beneath him, coming even before his hands reached her clit to assure himself of her orgasm. She spasmed around him, milking his cock for every drop of cum, and he just barely managed to turn sideways before collapsing on the bed, buried inside of her and cuddling her to his front.

He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how exquisite, and to lay his heart out at her feet. She was his.

But he was hers, utterly and completely.

His heart thundered in his ears, his lungs burned with every breath, and he inhaled her scent. He didn’t have the words for every delicious quiver roping around him and shaking with need. Nothing could happen to her.

Ever.

He’d kill anyone who threatened her.

Even his Queen.

And I’ll help…
The distinctly masculine thought, not his own, drifted across his mind, and he sensed Jacob through the walls of the house. He’d fallen on his own bed and come stickily against the sheets, a victim of the overwhelming passion riding between Helcyon and Cassandra. For the quietest of moments, his thoughts and the Wizard’s were one.

Together then?
he asked.