When I look back over at him in awe, I don’t miss the cocky glint in his eye. “How’s that for tattoos that move?” he asks me, a challengin’ glint in his eye about the comment I made earlier in regards to Echo’s ability.
I chuckle and lie back on the bed, indulgin’ in the feel of the soft petals touchin’ my skin and wings. When I look back up at him, his eyes are hooded, grazin’ over me from bottom to top.
“Let’s see what else you can do,” I demand with a smile, and he gives me a predatory grin before he pounces.
One second, he’s standin’ over me, and the next, his body is on top of mine, trappin’ me against his flower-soft knoll he created. He’s so fast that the breath stutters in my chest as my eyes lock on his.
Slowly, one hand grips my thigh, tuggin’ it over his hip. His face presses against the curve of my shoulder, and a rugged inhale sounds in my ears. “You smell so fucking good.”
“It’s your flowers,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“No. It’syou. You’re the best smelling petal I’ve ever breathed,” he says, skatin’ his mouth down my chest. I’m silent as the grave as he continues on.
“You smell better.” He drags his nose over the curve of my breast, in the barest of touches that sends chills down my body.
“You taste sweeter.” His tongue darts out to lick at my pebbled peak. A long suck on my nipple makes me whimper, my hands diggin’ into his bright yellow hair.
“You feel softer.” His hand kneads at the flesh of my thigh as he drags his dick over my clit and moves his fingers to dig into the skin of my ass cheek. “Skin so fucking silky,” he murmurs, his scratchy jaw scrapin’ over my breasts before comin’ up to nudge against my cheek.
“Look at me.”
I hadn’t even realized my eyes had fluttered closed, but at Alder’s insistent voice, they drag open.
“We’ve been waiting our whole lives for you.”
A lump forms in my throat, emotion draggin’ into me with every ragged pull of breath as he looks straight through my eyes and into my soul, speakin’ the words that I’ve been so desperate to hear.
“You’re here now, and whatever else we figure out or face, that’s all secondary,” he tells me. “You’re first. Always. And what we’re doing? There’s no going back. You understand?” he asks, his candied eyes flickin’ back and forth between mine.
I nod slowly, because I do. With vivid clarity, I realize that I was always gonna end up right here, with them. It was just a matter of time and circumstances. Call it fate, or plannin’, or divine intervention, but this was inevitable, and I feel that truth settle in my stomach until I know it as surely as I know my name is Medley Bell.
“I do.”
He hums in satisfaction at my decisive answer and then reaches down to fist his cock. I sit up on my elbows to watch, notin’ each bloom on his gorgeous body as he strokes himself, his muscles constrictin’ with every movement.
“I wanna feel you.”
I sit up, not even waitin’ for him to answer as my fingers close around his dick. He’s so thick that my fingers don’t touch as I circle around him. Instead of lettin’ go, he moves his own hand on top of mine, forcin’ my grip to tighten. “Squeeze my cock harder.” He sucks in a breath. “Just like that.”
With his fingers curled over mine, I squeeze his length. I watch in rapt attention as the head of his cock leaks, and I bring my fist up over it, letting his juices coat my palm. He hisses between his teeth when I drag the wetness over him, my fist comin’ up again and again to coat my palm with more of his precum until both of our fingers are sticky and slick with his seed.
“Your touch...you have no idea how hard it is not to lose myself right now,” he says, his tone so gruff that it nearly sounds pained. I chew on my lip, my whole body feelin’ both loose and satisfied, eager and ready.
I’m so turned on that I’m surprised at myself. I just got wrung out by Flint with the best orgasms I’ve ever had, but my body and mind are needy to connect with Alder in the same way.
“Lie back.”
At Alder’s order, he lifts my hand away from him, and I lie back on my elbows. His cock is shiny and rigid, the head a darker purple than the rest of him. He’s girthy and straight, and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together at the sight of him.
“I want you to keep lookin’ at my cock just like that,” he rumbles.
Knees on the inside of my thighs, he moves my legs further apart as he drags his dick over my slit, purposely runnin’ his wet head over my throbbin’ clit.
“It’s probably a good thing that Flint took you first,” he says, his eyes hooked on my pussy. “Because I’m not going to be able to go slow with you this time. I need you too badly.”
God, I don’t know why that admission makes a thrill shoot down my thighs, but it does.
“I don’t want slow,” I tell him, and his eyes flick up to mine with a satisfied, ravenous glint.
