As he traces a circle around my left nipple, I squirm, both at the discomfort and pleasure it brings. Removing the ice cube, he replaces it with his hot mouth, a groan of pleasure slipping from my lips.
He continues to work my nipple with his mouth as he begins tracing the other one with the ice cube. My hips buck up in response, but he forces them back down. Alternating between the two, I think I'm going to lose my mind if he doesn't stop soon. The ice cube has shrunk to almost nothing as he pulls his mouth away from my body. I moan at the lost sensation and he chuckles.
"Patience, Sugar." He reaches down and rips my pants open.
I lift my butt to help remove the offensive material, wanting it gone as much as he does. He rocks back and devours with his eyes. I growl in frustration.
“Cerek. Either do something or untie me so I can.” I narrow my eyes, squirming to try and loosen my bonds.
This lack of control, this sense of vulnerability... it's both maddening and exhilarating.
"You're too impatient. The longer the wait, the greater the reward." Cerek tsks as he grabs the long, white tapered candle and the box of matches.
A faint sulfur aroma fills the air as he strikes the match, and for a brief moment, I'm back home.
I lift my head and watch as he rolls the candle around, allowing the flame to melt the wax. He holds his wrist under the drop and a satisfied smile creeps across his face as it lands.
Crawling forward, careful to keep the candle in the air, he hovers it over my arms.
"Be honest, it won't hurt my feelings if you don't enjoy this." His gravelly voice sends chills down my spine.
He lifts the candle higher and I hold my breath as a drip of wax falls, landing on the inside of my forearm. The wax lands with a sharp sting, immediately followed by the coolness of Cerek's breath as he blows on it.
His face hovers over mine, searching my eyes, and I nod my consent, too wrapped up in the sensation to answer. He returns to my arm, kissing next to the hardening wax, his tongue gently licking the tender skin as I feel a sharp sting on my stomach. I let out a hiss as he repeats the same procedure.
He dots around my body, careful to avoid my nipples, then connects the dots together, stroking and kissing each newly tender spot. One more sting of pain, then I gasp as he brings a piece of ice to my nipple. My mound throbs, a dull ache demanding to be sated.
"Cerek." I moan, wishing I could grab him and make him comply.
He dunks the candle in the melted ice, smoke stinging my nose. Crawling to the foot to the bed, he forces my legs apart before nestling his face next to the sensitive flesh.
"What do you want, Sugar?" he growls, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through my clit.
"You inside me now." I moan, wishing I could shove his face closer.
The pure torture of him being so close, but refusing to touch me is driving me crazy.
"Maybe next time." He lifts himself off of the bed as a mischievous smirk grows across his lips. With a wink over his shoulder, he leaves the bedroom, shutting the door with a resounding thud behind him.
I let out a shriek. He is kidding, right? To do all of that and get me hot and bothered, then walk out the door like it was nothing? Damn demon dog. The least he could have done is go down on me. Two can play at this game. I build an image in my head and focus it at Cerek.
I'm laying on the bed my hands freed from his bonds. Slowly I reach down and begin playing with my swollen clit, rubbing and flicking it with my fingertips. I moan as I reach further, teasing my entrance.
"That's not fair." Cerek growls as the door swings open.
“You’re not the only man in my life.” My mental voice sing songs.
“Don’t you dare,” he warns.
"Help me." I pout.
"What's wrong?" Donavan's mental voice is thick with worry.
"Cerek teased me and left me tied up." I groan. "I'm all undressed and nowhere to go."
"Thanks for gift wrapping my present, mate." Donavan chuckles. "I'll be right there."
“Not if I get there first.” Cerek snarls at the gargoyle.
My mind goes quiet as I wait impatiently for one of them to reach me. Are they racing up the stairs? Did Donavan take the advantage of flight? They had better hurry before I burn these ropes away and finish myself.
“Cora, I’m here.” Donavan grins as he enters the room, Cerek hot on his heels.
“You snooze, you lose.” I smile up at the crimson faced hellhound.
The burning desire in Cerek's eyes as Donavan shuts the door in his face fills my cold, dead, demon heart with joy. He stalks towards the bed, a predatory gleam in his eyes. My core clenches as his desire washes over me, heightening my own.
"Cora, I want your hands free. Do you mind?" He leans down and whispers in my ear.
"Thank fuck." I let out a sigh of relief.
It was thrilling to give up control, but I'm beyond having the patience for Donavan to tease me. I picture the ropes disintegrating and moan as the tension is released. I bring my arms down and rub my wrists, trying to work out the kinks.
Donavan quickly disrobes, discarding his forgotten clothes on the floor. He climbs on the bed, positioning his face between my legs, then licks the sensitive flesh around my clit. I buck my hips, encouraging him to continue. Sliding first one, then two fingers into my entrance, he licks and sucks on my swollen clit. The flutter in my stomach builds into a warm pressure. It keeps building and building until I explode into a release of sensation.
"Take me." I moan as the orgasm washes over me.
"Gladly, Cora." His voice is thick with lust as he raises up and positions himself on top of me. "Show me what you want."
He crashes his lips into mine as he tweaks my pert nipple. I moan into his mouth as I mentally send the image of him sliding his hard cock between my wet lips, teasing its way into my entrance.
"As you wish." He breaks the kiss and whispers into my ear, sending a new thrill of excitement through me.
He slides his cock excruciatingly slowly into my dripping folds as I wrap my legs around him, pushing him with my feet to go faster. He takes the cue and thrusts in, sending a new wave of pleasure through me. He works his hips faster, swirling them as he thrusts harder.
"Like that." I cry out as he rubs all the right places.
I buck up to meet him, losing myself to the primal lust that is riding us.
"Ride me." Donavan flips us over without missing a beat.
I rock my hips back and forth, relishing the building pressure as he thrusts up from below me. The dam bursts and I lean back as he grabs my hips and pumps faster and faster.
"I'm going to come." Donavan moans.
He thrusts hard, his cock spasming as it releases his seed. I fall forward and he wraps his arms around me as we lay there joined together, not willing to break the connection.
"I love you, Cora." Donavan's voice floats through my mind.
27
Ash
My eyes flutter open to find a pitch black room. Donavan's arms are wrapped around me as he breathes heavily at my back. After his admission of love last night, I didn't know what to say. It's such a foreign concept. Is it the warm feeling that radiates through my chest when I think about them? Or the ache that follows when I think about them leaving?
I slide carefully out of Donavan's embrace so not to wake him, then pad to the kitchen for a glass of water. Glowing eyes peer from the couch and I draw a fireball in my hand, ready to defend myself.
The light of my fire casts an eerie shadow over the stranger's face.
"Who are you and why are you in my apartment?" I growl as my body tenses, ready to fight.
"I had to see for myself if it was true." He snaps his fingers and the lights flicker on.
I study the man. His lilac hair falls in waves past his shoulders, and his eyes are such a light blue, they are nearly white. His face is soft, as if the ravages of age don't affect him, but his square jaw and muscular build are masculine.
Wearing nothing but baggy green pants, he seems otherworldly. It’s not something I can put my finger on.
"You didn't answer my question." My eyes narrow, but he doesn't seem threatening.
"Open your mind and look." He cocks his head to the side. "I can't figure you out. You look so much like Danya, but you're nothing alike."
He rises to his feet and his nearly white eyes bore into mine. Images of my mother flow through my mind, as if he's searching my memories. His eyes fall and the moving picture show stops.
"She never told you." He whispers as he blinks out of sight.
"What the fuck was that? Are you still here?" I shout as I spin around, trying to find a sign of this stranger.
Could he have been my father? I don't understand why else he would know my mother. But what is he? He looks so different to the angel I met, and he's definitely not a human, demon, or witch.
"Cora? Who are you talking to?" Donavan appears in the bedroom doorway, his eyes heavy with sleep. He sniffs the air and a puzzled look crosses his face.
"I'm not sure." I frown. "We should wake the others."
"Put on some clothes first." Donavan chuckles.
I look down and realize I held the conversation with that stranger entirely in the nude. Well, shit. I close my eyes and conjure a black nightgown for myself, and a pair of baggy black pajama pants for Donavan. Hopefully, our matching outfits will get under Cerek's skin.
We head downstairs, tiptoeing over the creaky boards of the old apartment building. The sun peaks over the horizon as we hit the bottom floor, casting a muted light through the front doors. As Donavan opens his apartment door, voices float into the hallway.
"We can't wake them up yet, we didn't learn anything that's too pressing," Berwyn says.
"I disagree. If something were to happen before she learned this new information, it might make things worse." Josiah argues.
"Learn what?" I ask as I step into the living room.
Five sets of eyes whip up to my face. Cerek scowls and Usiah's eyes darken with lust.
"We worked all night while you had your fun," Cerek growls.
"Could have been you, but you decided to be an ass." I shrug. "What did you learn?"
"The angels are waiting for the second seal to break. Apparently war will break out all over the world when that happens. It's not much different than they already do." Gideon rubs his chin. "We did learn what the second seal is though."
"What is it?" I glance between their faces. “And how did you find out?”
“We called in a few favors while you were sleeping. A gargoyle from the next district had some vague writings and we pieced it together.” He holds up a book full of yellowed pages.
"Finding your origins." Josiah whispers.
Two hands grab the sides of my face and I flail at the invisible intrusion. Images flow into my mind of the purple-haired man and my mother.
“What’s happening?” Usiah jumps to his feet as my vision fades.
Meeting behind the church, running through the woods. Lying on a sandy beach entwined together.
“Ash!” I faintly hear Donavan’s voice behind me.
“I’m okay.” I whisper as I take in the world around me, my eyes widening.
Something in my brain snaps like a rubber band and the world explodes in colors like I've never imagined. The purple-haired stranger comes into view and a smile spreads across his face.
“Who the fuck is that?” Cerek lunges forward, but bounces off of an invisible wall.
"I don't know. It's what we came to talk to you about." I meet the eyes of the stranger in front of me. "Who are you? What's happening?"
The rainbow kaleidoscopic happening around me is dizzying. It's as if my brain can't process what's truly happening and is only allowing half the visual to come through.
"I'm Stone, your father." He lets go of my head and grabs my hands.
My scalp tingles as the swirling colors settle over the world like a holographic layer.
“Your hair.” Donavan’s mouth drops open.
“What?” I drop Stone's hands and grab a fist full of my long hair.
When my eyes focus, I gasp. Intermingled with my normal locks, are streaks of lavender.
“That’s just your fae side awakening. Come, we have much to discuss.” Stone gestures for me to take his hand.
“Guys, you know what this means.” Josiah glances around the room.
“The second seal has been broken.” Berwyn’s grim voice fills the room.
Continue Ash’s story in Brimstone and Iron
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