He brushed his lips against her ear. “That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.”
Calya’s arms twitched, her pelvis stuttering against him as the climax rolled over her. Soft moans punctuated every grip and release of his fingers, every deliberate stroke he made. She shivered when his palm caressed her clit, and the possessive beast in his chest clamored for more. Wanted to feel her perfectly wrecked beneath him. She who laughed in the face of anything gentle or tender. That suited him just fine. Ideal, really. There was no Scarlett Kiss fueling her blood tonight, no liquid magic to soften her up. She’d take his cock all on her own, like the good girl he knew was in her. If he had to work for it, well, he’d make it worth both their time.
Nocren released her, and Calya slithered forward until she lay on her side, her body still shivering at odd moments as she came down from her present high. He made a show of examining his fingers and the way her desire clung to his skin. Made sure she watched as he sucked each digit clean.
She propped her chin on her hands. “What do I taste like, ranger?”
“Heartbreak.”
Her nose scrunched up as she laughed. “Maybe don’t give up forestry to become a poet.”
Reaching past her, Nocren opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out the bottle of lubricant he’d procured earlier, just in case. Next to it, he placed a sheath.
“More?” he asked.
Calya flicked the sheath onto the floor. “You’ve only managed one orgasm, Lowe. If you’re going to supplant the boys of my past, you’ll need to do better than that.”
He glanced at the rejected sheath. “There something I should know?”
She pointed at the small bag he’d retrieved from her room. When he tossed it onto the bed, she pulled out a thin bottle. It bore the same elegant label of House Oleander as the Scarlett Kiss but was otherwise drab in comparison. Clear glass, gently molded into the shape of a rose stem, with the opening carved to resemble the bloom.
Pulling the cork out with her teeth and spitting it onto the ground, Calya swallowed the tiny bottle’s contents. She set the glass aside with more care than the cork, pointing her chin at the sheath. “We won’t be needing any of those.”
Not a philter, then, but a regular contraceptive potion.
“Want to feel me that badly, eh?”
A hint of color appeared in her cheeks. “Last time was… With the Kiss, it—it tinted everything. Nicely, of course, but”—she waved a hand to dismiss any concerns before he could give voice to them—“I’d rather nothing in the way. I want you as you are.”
Nocren stared at her, unable to form words. His cock had no such compunction, bobbing in agreement with her.
Calya smirked. “At least this once. Who knows, maybe I’ll prefer a barrier?—”
“Not fucking likely.”
Nocren gripped her by the waist, pulling her back until she was bent over the bed, her belly pressed against the mattress. He ignored her squawked protest, grabbing a pillow and tucking it under her with a short, “For your precious ribs.”
A benefit of the cushion was in how it lifted her pert ass up off the bed. Presented her for him. A slice of moonlight came in through the window, so bright after the dark of the storm, slanting perfectly across her backside.
Nocren’s cock throbbed as he palmed her ass. He resisted—barely—the urge to give her soft, fair skin a slap. To see it turn rosy from his hand.
His gaze drifted lower, homed in on the dollop of creamy whiteness gathered at her entrance. He breathed in hard through his nose, jaw clenching. It was a struggle to think over the roar of blood pounding in his ears, and what little thinking his brain was doing revolved around making Calya leak with his seed next.
She was being mouthy again, riling him up with sly comments about his manhandling of her, how controlling he was, all while wiggling her gorgeous ass in his face.
Nocren ran a fingertip up her spine as he let his cock nudge against her entrance. Calya shivered with anticipation. But he only teased her, the head of his cock nosing in before he pulled it out again. He drizzled lubricant onto his fingers, slathering it over his cock and taking the time to make sure her pussy was coated.
His cock slid through her wet folds, the length of him impressed upon her. But not in.
Calya ground against him, her impatience plain. “Get on with it. Or do you enjoy being cruel?”
“Why, do you suddenly want a nice man?”
“Do you know any?” she shot back. “I might be interested if they’d rather fuck than play games.”
Nocren wrapped her hair around his fingers, pulling her head back. “Let’s see how sweet and fuckable you can be.”
He swallowed down her indignant growl, reveling in how it transitioned to a moan as he thrust into her, burying his cock in one swift, unyielding motion.
