Almost.
Humming his pleasure, Seth sucks my clit between his lips, and I buck into his mouth. I’m so close, and he knows just how to make me shatter.
Instead of letting me come, he pulls back, seemingly reluctant to leave. He meets my eyes, raising his hand to his mouth and neatly nipping off two of his claws. That done, he slides them across his chest and grunts when they are still sharp enough to scratch. Refusing to look away from me, he reaches his long arm to the forest floor, rummaging around until he comes up with a rock. I watch as he runs those too-sharp claws over the rock, grinding them blunt.
Though he’s watching his hand, his tongue slips back to me. It’s almost as if it has a mind of its own… and it wants me.
Once he’s satisfied and I’m whimpering from the sustained attention of his tongue, he nods, wipes his hand on his pants, and brings hisfingers to his mouth. He sucks on them, coating them in saliva and cleaning them before bringing them back to my core.
It seems Seth isn’t in the mood to fuck around, because he doesn’t bother with one finger, instead pressing both thick fingers inside.
They are sobig, he has to use some pressure to get them in. Every inch I swallow feels like a victory, and I’m rewarded with heightening pleasure.
“Look at you, taking my fingers so sweetly.”
Both of us are locked in, watching his thick fingers pump in and out of me. Creamy liquid coats his fingers, and every time he pulls them out there’s an obscene sucking sound. My body wants him and will do anything to keep him there.
Breaking his stare, he sucks my clit once more, snapping any tether I had to reality.
My mouth drops open in a silent scream as he draws pleasure from me in clenching, needy surges. I squeeze my eyes shut, limiting my sensations so I can focus all of my attention on where he’s undoing me. I shake and shudder, releasing high-pitched whimpers that I’ve never heard before, helpless against the onslaught of feeling.
As I come back to myself, Seth pulls away, slipping his fingers out of me to slide them over his thick cock. The sheen of my wetness coats him, and I’m twisting to ensure I have the best view.
I don’t have long to gape. Seth removes my legs from his shoulders so that I slide down the front of his body until his massive cock nudges my entrance. It’s going to be a tight fit, I can already tell.
But I need it inside me like I need air, so I press down, begging to be filled.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Fuck, how is this real?
I’ve spent countless nights with Ada, drawn to her dreams and nightmares, but nothing I experienced in them, or in the dream realm, could’ve prepared me for this. The delicious heat of her body, and the impossibly delicate skin of her lush form that molds to my touch. The tang of her essence coating my tongue, the copper of her blood, and the salt of her skin. Every expression, every breath and sigh, every single fucking thing about Ada in my arms is beyond comprehension.
My breath punches out of my lungs as the tip of my cock drags through her wetness, and we both stare down between our bodies, hovering on the edge of something dangerous. At least for me. Because once I’ve been inside Ada, once I’ve claimed her, I won’t survive it when she comes to her senses and turns me away. When she realizes that fucking a monster might be fun in dreams, but isn’t something you welcome in real life.
When she says my name in a low, shuddering moan, I’m lost. Too weak to resist the need surging through me. I notch my cock against her entrance, and Ada gasps, her eyes flashing up to meet mine.
“You sure you want this, Princess? It’s not going to be easy getting me inside you. It’s not like your fantasies. This is real, and it will hurt.”
There’s something horribly wrong with me that I like the thought of her struggling to take me. Fighting for her pleasure, scraping and clawing for it through the pain. No,savoringthe pain, because it means she finally has her nightmare exactly how she’s wanted me. Knowing that my monstrousness is her doing, formed from her dreams and desires.
“Please,” she whispers, tilting her hips as best she can pinned between the tree and my body.
It’s not good enough. My hand cages her throat, and the pounding of her pulse reminds me of howaliveshe is. Ada may be shrouded in her anxieties, but underneath is a woman who burns bright with a yearning for passion and life. I’m the one caging her in, but she’s the one who captured me first.
“Tell me,” I rasp. She’s so soft and slick and hot against my tip I have to fight not to move.
“I want it,” she gasps, her back arching to press closer. “Let me feel it. Let me feel you.”
A sound rumbles in my throat, half-groan, half-growl. I let my hand fall from her throat down to grab her ass, using my grip on her to keep her in place as I press my hips forward. My cock pulses as the tip of my cock pushes inside her warm, slippery cunt, meeting resistance before it’s even fully sheathed in her.
“F-fuck,” Ada gasps, staring down at where we’re joined.
“Still want my monster cock, Princess?” I pull back a touch, and she whines, her heels digging into my ass. A deep chuckle falls from my lips. “Mmm, you do? You want me to make you take it like the dirty slut you are for me?”
She nods, her body trembling in my arms as I push inside an inch more.
