I nearly came outside of my skin, pleasure racing through my veins, tightening in my core.
Alaryk laughed. He had the audacity tofuckinglaugh, like it amused him how much control he had over me. When I looked into his eyes, I was assuaged when I saw his own burning need.
“If I pushed you away right now, what would you do?” I couldn’t help but ask, narrowing my eyes on his even as I took his hands in my mine, bringing them to my breasts.
He cracked his neck as he tugged and teased my nipples, rolling them between those calloused, rough fingertips, as hecontinued to give short little thrusts of his hips, making me see stars.
Then, all at once, he pulled away. His hands left me, his cock too, and I felt the flood of my desperate magic swarm. “No!” I cried out in protest.
“You are spoiled,” he declared with a maddening smirk. “Maybe I should leave you like this. To teach you?—”
I reared up and grabbed his cock, making a harsh groan release from his throat.
“Like you could,” I hissed. Loudly, he groaned as I ran my hand down his shaft. It felt so foreign, so strange with the metal, but I was emboldened when I heard his ragged inhale and saw a fresh flood of pre-come at his tip. The piercings pulled when I ran my fingers over them. I pinched one of the metal balls, tugging, and he growled low.
I pulled him closer by his cock and used the tip of his slick head to tease against my clit. He let out a rough exhale when he looked between us, at his pre-come dripping against my sex.
“You’re so fucking needy,” he rasped.
“And you want me so much, you can’t help yourself,” I shot back. “Look at how much you’re dripping.”
I heard his hard swallow, unable to deny the words. He kissed me again, the kiss rough, meant as a punishment for my mouth.
“I thought about how much I don’t like you all day,” I found myself whispering against him, even as I gripped his vest with my free hand.
“No one said you had to like me to want this,” he growled, pushing me away. He pressed me back onto the table. “Enough. I need to be inside you. I feel how much you need it, but what you don’t feel is how muchIneed it too.”
Was his magic his own curse? I wondered.
His hand joined mine on his cock, and he circled the head at the entrance of my pussy.
“Sink down onto it,” he ordered, his hands coming to myhips, gripping them tight, positioning me so my ass was nearly off the table, my legs splayed wide. “Let me feel how greedy this little pussy is for me.”
The naughty words made heat spread, low in my belly. I hated howhungryI was for him. I hated that he knew that.
“Fuck,” he hissed when I wiggled down onto the tip of his cock. “You’re tight,mariss. And sofuckinghot.”
With that, he thrust into me slowly, making my teeth clatter together, a pleasured groan reverberating around the room. My own? I couldn’t be certain.
“Look at me,” came his order. My eyes had fallen closed, but at his command, I obeyed. The bloom of our shared magic felt like a second touch against me, though I was certain he felt it too. There was an expression of disbelief on his face, as if he’d never felt it before. Had his lovers never shared in his magic before? Was it only me?
My gaze dropped between my legs. My lips parted, feeling as each piercing disappeared inside me. Four, five, six, seven…eight.
I registered the heat and firmness of hisdakke, nudging perfectly against my clit, when he had nowhere else to go. He groaned and I felt it vibrate with the sound, making me gasp. The sensation of fullness—too much fullness—came, even though I could feel the maddening glide of cool, hard metal against my sensitive walls.
I felt too much with him. It was alwaystoomuch, like he was deconstructing me, to build me anew. In Ny’am, that was exactly what it’d felt like. Only, what he uncovered surprised even him.
Thinking about that, as he began to fuck—really fuck, with teeth-rattling thrusts and a controlled, pounding rhythm—between my thighs, I envisioned crossing over the threshold of my magic, as I did whenever I used it, only I pulled him through with me. His body was bathed in blue light. Were my eyes glowing again?
His body jerked, as though he could physically feel the sensation.
“Gods, Amaia,” he breathed in disbelief.
I cried out, feeling his pleasure connect with my own. I could feel the heady, sizzling sensation of need, the throb of his heart joining my own, the slide of me around him, while also feeling the overwhelming thickness stretching inside me.
“No,” he bit out, a flash of what I thought might be panic stretching across his expression before he pulled out of me.
Frustration ate at me, a growl of my own on my lips. Alaryk flipped me, quicker than I could blink, until I was pressed face down into the wooden table. He kicked my legs open.
