My eyes watched him, noting the way his heated gaze slid over my naked flesh. Like a beast preparing to feast on it, those sinful glowing orbs perused every inch of me, leaving nothing unscorched by the heat of it. Mason’s fingers slowly brushed over my middle, pulling a hiss from my lips as the sensation sent butterflies pulsing through me. I followed him with my eyes while he slowly moved between my legs, his knuckles skimming the vulnerable flesh there.
I moaned when he pushed two fingers into my pussy, curling them at the knuckle before he withdrew them, licking them clean as I was forced to stare at him. His sinful lips kissed the inside of my thighs, working his way to my ankle before he moved to the other one, kissing everything as he pushed his mouth against the back of my knee.
“Such a messy cunt, does it need to be fucked, Erie?” he purred huskily as he once again settled between my legs. His tongue slipped through my folds, lapping at my pussy until I was crying out as his heated gaze locked with mine. The moment I would have come undone, he pulled away and slapped my flesh, pulling a yelp from me. “Dirty girl, I didn’t say that sweet pussy could come for me, yet. You don’t come unless I say you can, are we clear?”
“I really don’t like you right now.” I glared at him as a sinful smile spread over his lips. He shook his head slowly and reached down, lifting his shirt to expose the rippling muscles and tattoos that I longed to taste.
Those Nordic blue eyes glowed as he let his hand slowly trail over the path I wished to taste. He sensed it, noting the hunger of my gaze while he slowly undid the jeans he wore, freeing his heavy cock as that knowing grin turned dark.
“I don’t care if you like me; you were bad. You let another male taste what belongs to me. You can come when I fucking decide you’ve earned it. This mess? It craves me,” he laughed huskily as his hand wrapped around his massive cock, stroking it while I licked my lips.
Remaining silent, I ignored his taunt. I watched his body, and his tattoos seemed to pulse to life, glowing brighter as he moved closer to where I was bound to the swing. I wanted him to just fuck me, to ease the ache between my legs that pulsed for him. I wiggled my hips, inviting him to play as his magic wafted over my flesh.
“How full do you want to be, my sweet nymph?” he purred, and then moved to my mouth, staring at it as his thumb traced my lips.
“I need you to fuck me.”
“I’m aware of what you need, but I want to know what you crave from me.”
“All of you, Mason. I want all of you,” I uttered hoarsely as his thick cock neared my face. I allowed him control as he pulled my body to the edge of the swing. My mouth opened as he pushed the thick tip of his throbbing cock against my lips.
His magic pushed into my pussy, and I screamed around his cock as he hit against the back of my throat. He filled me until every entrance was burning from being filled. Those glowing eyes watched me, noting everything with carnal knowledge as he let his magic start to withdraw, only to move deeper with every thrust. I moaned around him as he reached for the swing, using it to control my body, and he hissed as I relaxed, taking him deeper into my greedy throat.
“That’s it,” he crooned as he held the chains, using them to increase the speed while I trembled from the sensation his magic created, using it to fuck me as if he’d cloned himself into three men. My body shivered as the orgasm started to build, but he withdrew and smiled down at the anger that shone from deep in my gaze. “Oh, you thought you could come? How cute, Erie.”
He moved to the other side of the swing, pushing into my body without warning as my pussy clamped down against his intrusion. His hands once again grabbed the swing’s heavy chains, using it to control my body and the pace at which he fucked me. I needed him to go faster, but instead, it was slow torture as he leaned over, nipping at one nipple before his teeth grazed over my collarbone.
One minute his cock was the only thing buried inside of me, and the next, his magic filled my ass, and I screamed at the foreign fullness as my spine arched. He chuckled darkly against my neck as he slowly kissed it, sucking at the thundering pulse that beat for him alone.
“Too much,” I whimpered as he added more, taking every inch of my body until it burned from being filled. “Mason,” I hissed as it turned from pain to pleasure, his penetrating stare noting every emotion that played over my face.
“You aren’t human, woman. You can take me in beast form, all of me. You have plenty of times before, and you will again,” he murmured against my ear before he withdrew, once again preventing the orgasm from reaching fulfillment. “Such a greedy girl,” he laughed as he knelt between my thighs, kissing the insides of both before he pushed his tongue into my center.
It knew right where to go, where to reach my core that made my eyes close as a scream ripped from my throat while he fucked me with his mouth. I felt him growing, and yet his mouth pulled away, but his thick magic continued to fuck me until sweat trickled from my brow.
I stared at him, watching as he smirked and stepped back, stroking his heavy cock in his hand, staring into my soul as if he could see through the darkness into the last part of me that wasn’t broken. When he got closer, I licked my lips, staring at the magnificent cock that he stroked.
“I need you; I need you to fuck me right now.”
“Oh, I know you want it, sweet girl. That cunt is dripping for me. It’s too bad; I can’t make it come yet. I crave it. I want to feel it tighten around my cock as it milks every drop from my aching balls. But you were a bad girl, and I’m not a fucking bitch who just caves because you get my dick hard. You won’t come until I allow it,” he laughed as he brushed the thick head of his pulsing cock over my opening.
“Maybe you can have someone else come in and fuck me if you’re not going to do it,” I growled and then screamed as he entered me without warning. He expanded, filling me until my eyes grew wide, and rounded as I wiggled against the fullness of him as he stared into my eyes, watching me as the orgasm threatened to explode.
He withdrew before it could, and I whimpered as I stared down at my flesh that dripped with the need to be fucked. I wasn’t above begging him, not when I wanted him to throw me down and fuck me until my mind went silent and the only thing I wanted was to feel him from the inside, feel him as he dominated me and sent me spiraling into oblivion with the pleasure he gave me.
“Mason, please,” I whispered as he lowered his mouth, licking through the slick wetness of my arousal as I watched his golden head. His beast stared at me from within as those intense blue eyes lifted to mine, while he fucked me with his tongue. My head dropped back as his hands wrapped around my thighs. That tongue slipped through the wetness, driving into my core like a madness he couldn’t contain. I screamed as the orgasm peaked, pulsing through me until he pulled away, stopping it from reaching anything more than a painful need that ached to be filled.
“I think you need some time to think about what you did, don’t you?” he asked as he pulled up a chair and sat in front of me.
“I think you need to fuck me,” I growled as I felt his magic pushing against my flesh, pinching my nipples as he watched me moaning against the sudden onslaught of magic. It pushed into my wetness and then poked against my ass as I shivered at the foreignness of it. I opened my eyes, staring down at him, and then whimpered as pain rushed through me while the magic filled my body. He groaned as he watched me, his eyes hooded with lust while my body trembled with the fullness of him fucking me in both places without so much as touching me.
The magic against my nipples tightened until it felt as if magical clamps had been placed there. I rocked my hips, knowing that no matter what I did, I wouldn’t come or find release until he wanted me to.
“That’s a tight ass, Erie. Do you like me fucking it?” he asked.
“Mason,” I hissed as the orgasm started to build. “I want you in me, I want you fucking me until you write your name on my soul,” I pleaded.
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nbsp; “I asked if you liked me fucking that ass,” he growled as the magic decreased until the orgasm receded, unable to reach more than a state of unfulfilled aching that created sweat against my neck.
“Yes!” I cried as I trembled for more.
“You are naughty, aren’t you?” he asked, his hand stroking his cock as my gaze dropped to the pearl of cum that slowly trailed down it.
“For you? Yes!” I agreed, my eyes continuing to watch that pearl as he smirked, knowing what I needed and craved. “Every piece of me aches for you, Mason,” I admitted and watched as he rose to his feet, lowering his mouth to claim mine, his tongue pushing against mine, fighting me until all I could do was take what he gave me. His tongue captured mine, stroking it as he dueled against it and pushed into my body. That thick cock mirrored his tongue, wrecking me until I was moaning with the impending orgasm, but the moment it started to bloom, he withdrew, chuckling at the frustration that came out as a scream from the denial that slithered through me.
“So close, Erie. That sweet pussy is so close to coming, isn’t it? It aches to be fucked.” His eyes watched every emotion that played over my face as my frustration turned into anger while he smirked, lowering his mouth to my thighs where he kissed the inside of them, licking through the dripping arousal of my cunt until he slowly brushed the heat of his mouth over my thighs again, kissing his way to the back of my knees as he worked the chain. My legs lifted until I was poised on my ass, hanging in the air as he pushed the swing away from me. Suspended, exposed, and vulnerable to him as he slowly stepped back, staring at my flesh that wept to be filled, clenching with need.
“This is torture,” I snapped as I struggled in the chains, noting that no matter how awkward it felt, it didn’t hurt. I was literally suspended in the air with my legs in front of me, next to my wrists.
“It’s the best kind of torture, my beautiful queen,” he laughed and lowered himself to his knees and started to ravish my flesh as if he was starving.
I screamed, and everything inside of me tightened as he pushed that devilish tongue into my pussy, using it to drive me to the edge, only to withdraw the moment the orgasm threatened to release. Once it had passed, he did it again and again, until tears streamed from my eyes as the ache turned painful. When I thought maybe he would allow it, he lifted and leaned his head against my breasts, sucking one between his lips, letting his teeth drag over the sensitive tip.
“You’re so fucking wet, Erie. So fucking hot with the need to come,” he uttered as he rubbed his cock against my opening, his hand sliding through my hair and yanking it back as he stared into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not going to come yet. Do you hear me, woman? I’m going to stretch that cunt out, and you’re going to stop the orgasm from reaching climax. If you come, I’m going to move to that ass, and when I finish with it, you’ll know what real torture is.”
He pushed into my body, and I groaned as he filled it, pushing against the one spot that would guarantee I exploded the moment he started moving. The noises he made alone sent me teetering on the verge of no return, and as he slowly began rocking his hips using the chain to control my body, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“So fucking good,” I uttered as he moved painfully slow, filling me until it ached. “I need to come for you,” I whimpered as my body clenched down on his massive cock. His mouth crushed against mine as he slowly continued to move in my core, and the moment I started to fall over the edge, I shook my head as I fought against it.
“That’s it, my sweet girl,” he encouraged as he rested his forehead against mine, staring down at where he filled me completely. “Such a good girl,” he whispered as he pulled out, letting me see what he’d forced me to take into my body.
I wasn’t even sure how he’d managed it, but he seemed to enjoy me knowing that he’d fucked me with his wrecking ball cock that seemed to have endless possibilities. The moment he’d withdrawn, I closed my eyes and hissed from the loss of his heat.
He did it for hours, fucking me, forcing me to fight the one thing I wanted most until he released my legs, and then my arms, holding me up merely by balancing me on his thick cock. My legs burned as I wrapped them around his waist, my arms draped over his shoulders as he moved us to the bed, and then lifted me from his throbbing cock. He slowly pulled my body off of his and pushed me down onto the bed before he spread my legs, sucking against the swollen flesh that ached from orgasm denial.
“Look at how swollen you are,” he muttered as he kissed my flesh, uncaring that I lay there, silent as he stroked the needy flesh with his tongue, tongue-fucking it until I was whimpering again, writhing on the bed to be given the one thing I needed most.
“You’re going to kill me,” I warned as he continued to lick my cunt to a burning need that trembled violently through me. He chuckled against my flesh as I lay there, boneless as tremor after tremor of need circulated through me. My hands fisted his hair, holding him to me, and his eyes watched me, noting every minuscule reaction that I had to his mouth and the pleasure he was delivering.
When he detached my hands and pulled me up without warning until my lips were against his, I moaned as he smiled against them. “Are you ready to come?” he whispered huskily as the candles around us leapt to life. The lights in the room dimmed as his blue ink glowed against my flesh.
“Yes, please,” I murmured as I claimed his mouth hungrily. “Please fuck me,” I begged as he pushed my body down on his swelling cock. He’d come so many times that I’d lost count, and yet he never tired. He held me on the brink of orgasm several times, stopping everything the moment I’d gotten close. He’d done it until my body turned against me, following the rules he’d placed as it betrayed me. He growled and pushed me to the base of his thickness and then slowly, so fucking slowly lifted me before he kissed my neck. “Faster,” I urged.
“No, woman,” he laughed darkly. “You will take what I give you. This flesh is mine, just as you are. I want you to know what it feels like to be cherished, to come so fucking hard that everything inside of you screams in pain and pleasure. I want you to feel me,” he hissed as he pushed me back, rocking his hips as his magic washed over me, filling the room until I was whimpering while he consumed me from within.
“Mason,” I whispered huskily as he sucked against my nipple, lifting those eyes to mine.
“Erie,” he uttered as he lifted above me, staring down at me.
He gripped my hips, and he leaned his head against mine, fucking me slowly until the orgasm started, only to stop as my body refused to let it come. I cried out as he started moving faster, fully aware that my body worked against him as he fucked me until I screamed as blinding pleasure consumed me. My body bucked and took his deeper, spine arching from the bed as I wrapped my legs around him, screaming his name. Everything trembled, aching pain ripped from me with white-hot pleasure that made everything else fade away as he slammed into my body over and over again until he rolled us, grabbing my tits as he lifted his hips.
“Ride me, fuck me, Erie. Come for me,” he demanded, and I did, riding him as magic pulsed from both of us and the candles extinguished from the storm of our magic combined. He grew, filling every inch of my body until I lifted my eyes to the ceiling and howled while the orgasm ripped me apart as he watched me. “You’re the most beautiful thing this world has ever created,” he growled thickly as he rolled us again. “This pussy is a fucking mess, wife. I think when I’ve finished fucking you, I’ll lick you clean,” he chuckled as he pushed my legs to my chest, staring at where we were connected before glowing blue eyes held mine. “The next time you flirt with someone else, I will keep you in a state of need for weeks, fucking this messy cunt until once again, it fights you to get what it needs from me. You may not remember me, but your body does. It knows what and who it belongs to. Test us again, and you will know what real orgasm denial is, and how much it can hurt.”
“Fuck me,�
�� I begged as I shivered and trembled around his massive cock.
“Who do you belong to, Erie Callaghan?”
“I belong to no man,” I uttered as I pushed against him.
“No, no other man could handle what you are.”
“I am yours, Mason. I’m yours.”
“You’re damn fucking right you are, Erie,” he uttered as he fucked me until neither of us could move. When he finished, and my eyes could barely remain open, his lips pressed against my belly, drawing my hand to it as he kissed it. “You carry our son, wife. You carry our future in this body. To me, you’re my world, woman. Remember that, because I’ve hidden you from the Gods, even from the seer who could only foretell what you would endure being reborn. Your sisters thought you were a mere child of the cauldron, but I knew, I knew it was her outside that church on the day you were reborn. I hid you so fucking deep inside your new soul that not even they felt you until I was ready. Now the entire world is ours,” he uttered as he rose to stare down at me, pulling me into his arms and kissing my shoulder.
Chapter 38
Callaghan
For days she’s been subdued, willing to go to war with me in bed and to meet me head-on with her ever-growing need to be with me. It was pure bliss, as we’d been before everything had happened. I was content to stay as we were, with her beneath me, writhing for more, and yet I knew it wouldn’t last. It never did with her, not because she didn’t want it, but because she was restless, and didn’t understand why.
“What news is there?” I asked Lance, who was pacing in the oversized sunroom I’d built for my bride when I’d had this place built with her in mind.
“There are markings all around Spokane. Seven new markings today alone, with the trifecta or pentagrams at points of power, strategic locations made to connect. My guess is, the witches are done waiting for us to fuck up. They’re calling her out, and sooner or later, those markings will ignite, and when they do, Erie will be unable to ignore them. It’s only a matter of time before they connect, and it sends out a pulse to bring her out of hiding.”
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