“Your elahi. You’re taking power from me.”
I tighten my hold around him and go completely still.
Ozias’s hands move to replace his mouth on my nipples, rolling and pinching them between his thumb and forefinger as he tips his head up to look at me. “Don’t stop. Take from me, Kaisa. Whatever you need, take it.”
I need him too much right now to deny him, and so I do. I arch up and let his mouth trail down my belly towards the band of my pants. His mouth and movements become languid, almost as if he were intoxicated. He pulls my pants down over my hips, my thighs, all the way until he tosses them aside.
Now that he’s mentioned it, I notice it; his energy is a waterfall, sliding off his shoulders and into me. I feel heavy and on edge with his power. I recognize this now. I’ve done this before. From the very air around me, from the dragons of Dyeus when Ozias and I were dragged over the border, tonight from the rogues, and anytime I’ve maintained a shift during the daylight.
This is what I can do.
I can take.
Ozias’s hand trails down from my breast all the way to the top of my mound, his thumb slipping between my legs to brush along the seam of my sex.
“Gods,” he curses. “You’re already so wet.” He slips his thumb inside of me and I arch, my inner walls pulsing with need around the single digit.
I wiggle my hips from side to side, seeking more friction, just,more.
“Ozias,” I whine. Annoyed at the sound of my voice, I groan.
He pumps his thumb in and out of me once, then twice, before placing his thumb into his mouth, tasting me, and he rumbles with approval.
“Stop teasing,” I order. “You’ve done enough of that.”
Ozias’s chuckle is low as he slides up my body. Somewhere in the time he’d been down there, he’d taken off his own pants, and now nothing separates us. “Why don’t youmake me?”
I rise to his challenge, drawing so much of his power into me, he visibly loses his breath. I take the opportunity to flip him onto his back so that now I’m astride him. He runs his hands up my thighs, my hips, to the curve of my waist, all the way to my ribcage. I reach down between us and take him in my hands, heavy and hot.
Ozias is breathing hard again, so I loosen up my hold on his power.
“Don’t,” he says. “Keep it.”
I pause to make sure he means it, then slowly bring it back, as slowly as I stroke the length of him. He hisses, watching my hand glide over him. Watching as I poise him at my center. Watching as I sink down onto him, taking him into me little by little, rising and lowering until I’m fully seated on him.
I want to hold here. To make him wait. To feel the delicious lick of desire pulse within me. But I can’t. I rock my hips and the relief is immediate. I move again, seeking my pleasure. Ozias moves with me, almost like he’s a vessel for my release.
“Take, Kaisa.”
I don’t stop moving, I don’t stop chasing that twisting sensation pulling taut, low in my core. I stay with it, driving that sensation higher. Last time Ozias stopped me before I could tumble. This time, I won’t let him. My body bows over as my release grips me tight, coiling hard around Ozias before fluttering into bliss.
My undoing loosens my hold on Ozias’s power and he grunts as he thrusts into me. He lifts me off of him, rotating us so that I’m lying flat on my stomach on the mattress. I move to raise my hips as I’ve done before with farmhands once I’m done with them and need them to release their spend, but he pushes me back down, his chest on my back, his hard length lined up to enter me again while I’m flat on the bed.
“You made a mistake letting go of my power,” he says into my ear, taking my dominant hand and guiding it down between my body and the mattress, ensuring my fingersare pressed exactly on the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. “I’m going to have you come for me again and again. I won’t hold back.”
All I can do is whimper and press myself back against him.
Then he thrusts into me fast and deep, only to pull out slowly and slide into me again. His movements, the feel of him filling me up combined with my fingers pressing on myself, bring me swiftly back to the edge. And Ozias makes true on his promise. He makes me come undone again and again.
When I don’t think I can handle a single orgasm more, he moves fast and wild and I crest with another wave of pleasure, taking Ozias with me. He growls and huffs as he pumps into me, eking out his own pleasure as I lay sated with mine.
Ozias kisses the side of my face, tender and sweet, nuzzling into me for a long moment before he rolls off to lie by my side.
We stare at one another for a long time. He looks beautiful. He also looks like a stranger. I shore myself up with a deep breath and turn my head towards the ceiling. My mind already spinning, already on the thousands of thoughts constantly vying for my attention in my head. I hold onto the one that brings me most relief. The one that’s mine and mine alone.
“So I have an elahi,” I say.
Ozias grumbles, though the words are good natured. “No ‘That was amazing, Ozias.’ Or ‘Thank you for your time.’”
