“I want to see this though.” I hold my hand up, all the tears in my eyes still making it impossible.
“It’s not going anywhere.” He smiles before he pushes one hand over my eyes, turns to me with the other. “I got you, now get your fanny inside.”
I slap his hand away from my face, but he doesn’t let up until we’re in the secret room and the door is shut behind us. His hands fall away and when I see what he has done I stagger back against his chest completely overwhelmed. The room is thick with his scent, and his influence is evident on everything I can see but at the same time what he’s done is all about me. He built me a nest.
The floor is covered in a monochromatic wonderland of texture and layers perfectly reminiscent of clashing storm clouds. Deep black, muted charcoal, gentle dove grey roil together, framed by the smallest hint of deep olive green and a flash of richness.
“What did you do?” I squawk without turning away from the sumptuous haven. “King! YOU BUILT ME A NEST!”
“Some days it’s felt like the world was against us but no matter what you’ve always been there for me.” He holds my body flush with his, wrapping his arms around me. “Killer, you need to calm down, you’re going to have a fucking heart attack before I can even knot you.”
He’s probably not wrong. My chest feels like a heavy weight is pushing down on it, and I can’t get enough air in my lungs. I’m so thrown that he would consider building me a nest because I never thought he would. From out of nowhere I get smashed by a sense of doubt because if I didn’t see he was capable of being that fucking amazing, what else have I missed.
I squeeze my eyes shutting away my beautiful nest, trying to breathe through overflow.
“Tell me, killer,” he whispers in my ear, sensing my struggle.
It literally makes no difference if my eyes are open or closed, my head so full of everything I saw. “Black satin sheets, coal coloured comforter, a pillow that looked like it was dipped in liquid metal.”
King wraps his hand in my hair and tugs my hair back. Making my eyes burst open and I come face to face with him. He is as real as they come. “Everything is real, trust yourself, killer. What else?”
“I hear you. I feel you. I scent you.”
He lunges, his teeth closing against the column of my neck hard enough to hurt. The sharp pain helps more than he knows.
“You never have to doubt what I feel for you, Tris. Get in your nest, spread those legs wide fucking open so I can prove it,” he demands on a whisper, and the calamity inside my racing thoughts settles. It was always going to, King just stepped in to remind me my future has nothing to do with my past.
He doesn’t let me go that quickly. He pulls off the hoodie I was hiding in, the loss of his scent is replaced by the warmth of his body. Circling an arm around my waist he scoops me upbefore squatting down and placing me right in the middle of the nest which is as fluffy as clouds.
The cooling fabric under me feels like liquid softness and I roll around on it, reaching to the outer edges on all sides as I watch him with a growing impatience and desperate need.
“I’m scarring your neck, like you’re marking mine.”
He’s taking too long to undress and my hands trail over my body briefly until they settle between my thighs. Using both hands I rub my fingers through the slick coating the tops of my legs before I open my pussy to show King how ready I am.
“All that for me?”
I nod unable to talk, because my jaw aches as I watch him squeezing his hard cock before I start fingering myself trying to alleviate the need, clenching and clawing my insides.
King slaps my fingers from my pussy before ripping my panties clean off, in the next heart beat his lips cup my clit, and he sucks hard, sending a twist of pain and a flock of stars over my eyes. Pleasure hums through my blood, and the noise he makes as he devours my pussy has me leaking more of my desire. King’s tongue spears my pussy before he swipes it through my folds, and then his teeth clamp around my aching clit and he tortures me with his mouth until I come on a gasping orgasm that rolls on and on.
I’m boneless, and floaty and desperate for more. Rising up, his eyes are shot with desire, his breathing choppy as he continues to swallow my release. Using my fingers I scoop my own slick, painting a trail for him to follow.
He follows, but he also scoops a leg in each arm, lifting the bottom half of me up until his thighs are under them, his knot brushing against my pussy. Letting my legs rest over his, he kneels up, swipes a thumb across his cock, wet with precome, before he swipes it over my mouth. Leaving me to lick his taste off my lips, King leans down and closes his lips around mynipple, his tongue twisting over the hard bud until I’m panting in pleasure again.
“Please…” I beg.
“Please, what?” He growls, not stopping his sensual assault on my breast. His marks leave a splattering of colour like a ring of hickeys over the flesh.
“King, if you don’t shove your knot inside my cunt right this second, I will call you Daddy for eternity,” I growl.
He fucking purrs without changing the pace at which he tries to destroying my nipple with his tongue. His eyes are dancing and full of challenge, passion, and chaos – all him. With a final tug of his teeth he sits up, only to fall over the top of me, the head of his cock sitting at the entrance of my pussy. He keeps his eyes on my face as he rolls his hips, teasing me with only the tip. While the stretch is divine, I want it to burn as he powers in.
I stop his slow teasing by locking my legs around his waist and twisting our bodies until we roll. But King being King rolls us again and pins me down using one of my thighs as a handhold before he sits up and rubs his cock over my pussy, taunting me with a mad, triumphant gleam in his eyes.
“You don’t get to hurry me. I’ve waited for so fucking long for this, Tristan.” Sucking his fingers in his mouth, I feel them trail through my slick before he plays with my ass at the same time as he teases my pussy.
It becomes a game he plays, an inch of his cock, the first knuckle of his finger and I wiggle desperate for more, he slaps my ass with his other hand and my body undulates in pleasure, and a tear rolls out of my eye.
