by A. S. Oren
The fabric falls off my breasts, exposing them to the cool air of the cave. His hot fingers travel over my collarbones on both sides and down to the hard peaks my nipples have made. With ghost touches, his fingers hover over them. A shiver runs down my spine.
The vines creak as I pull at them, arching my back to make contact with the pads of his fingers. He lifts them out of reach. "No cheating, Pet." His breath runs over my ear as his whispers into it.
I groan and lick at my lips. "I'm sorry, Master. Please touch me more."
His fingers return to their ghost touch teasing. With every second my anticipation grows. Sun god, he knows how to make me want it more than anything else.
I gulp.
The tips of his fingers touch my nipples, pinching them between the rough pads. Yes, some friction, wonderful friction! I arch my back into his touch, using the vines as leverage. His warm lips meet the nape of my neck before his teeth scrape against the sensitive flesh. He continues to roll the peaks of my nipples in his grasp. I moan.
The edge of his tongue swipes to my earlobe, and he pulls it between his lips. Pleasure radiates throughout my body, all the way down to my toes. His breath inches across the wet skin. “You will not come until I say you can, is that clear?”
Another shiver hits my shoulders. I nod and bite my lip. He pulls back from my body; it aches for his touch again.
He walks back around to the front and sits on the chair. “Tell me you understand, or this will go no further.”
I pull at my leg restraints; my clit couldn’t throb any more than it does now. “I won’t come until you tell me, Master.” My eyes focus on him, and he nods.
He opens up the container and pulls out two small, white feathers. My heart rate picks up with excitement. I love when he uses those.
Maverick’s blue eyes turn on me as he reaches forward to stroke down along my outer folds and push two fingers inside me. “My Sun god, Pet. You’re already fucking dripping. Do you think you’ll be able to hold out and come when I say so?” He withdraws, and in the torchlight, my juices glisten on his fingers. He puts both into his mouth and licks them clean.
“Yes, Master. For you, I can.”
He smiles as he lifts one of the feathers to run along my inner left thigh. “We’ll see if you actually learned control over the past year and half.”
A laugh escapes me as he tickles my skin. Somehow, at the same time it makes me laugh, it also turns me on more. Who knew tickling could make me wet or horny?
He takes the second feather and runs it along my other thigh at the same time. This one is stiffer than the other.
The vines stretch and moan as I tug on them. A part of me wants to be free of them, so I can trap his hand between my thighs. Another side of me wants them to always hold on tight so all the control is his, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it.
The feather with the stiffer end runs along the edge of my pussy. A tingle follows the trail it leaves. It’s not going to be easy waiting for him to allow me to come.
The feather travels along from my entrance to my clit. He doesn’t touch it though. The softer feather twirls over the hood. I lick at my lips as the stiff feather criss-crosses over my folds.
“Your pussy is so swollen and juicy.” Maverick leans forward and runs his tongue along my entrance. My hips buck as he pulls away. “Mmm…you always taste so good.”
I groan as the feathers return to tease my clit. It’s just barely enough to create pleasure and the need for more.
With the stiff feather in his right hand, his left pinches the area above my clit and pulls up, whilst still holding the soft one so that the tip of the feather runs over it, pressing more into the nub than he’s allowed it to before.
I rest my head against the table and roll it from side to side. “Fuck.”
Like a snail, the pressure builds, the orgasm just out of reach, but I know I can’t come until he says. I must hold the pressure in.
He moves it faster over my clit, all but grinding into it.
His left hand lets go and takes the soft feather to brush it over my nipples. I arch my back into it all. Moans echo across the cave.
I tighten my muscles, holding off the orgasm that wants to explode. A light sheen of sweat coats my skin as I pant.
“Do you want to come, Pet?”
I open my eyes to stare at him. “Yes, please.”
“Then I give you permission to come.” He replaces the feather with his tongue. The orgasm bursts with such power that it leaves starbursts dancing inside my vision.
The vines release their bind on me, and my arms fall like limp noodles at my side as I try to regain myself.
Something cool presses against my lips as Maverick holds my head up. “Drink, you need to rehydrate.”
I take a long pull from the water bottle. I never notice how thirsty I get until he has us take a break.
He rests my head on the rock again and finishes off the bottle of water. His hand pushes the sweat soaked hair out of my face. “I love you.”
I turn onto my side. His hard cock still fights his underwear.
Two wet dots of pre-cum show through the dark material. Sun god, he has so much restraint. I don't know where he gets it. In our day to day lives, he's never so in control of his actions. The special rooms we have together change him whilst we're in them.
Reaching out, I run my hand over his erection through the boxer-briefs. "It's time to take care of you now, Master." I pull on them, sliding them off his body so he can step out of them.
He grabs his phone to check the time. "There's no time for me to get a lot of attention. Ed will be calling dinner soon, and you know he’ll want you there. Quickie for us both now, and you can take care of me later?"
I sigh. I know he's right. I'll have to face the music that is Edgar before I shift for the night. At least the days are still long right now. "Okay, as long as you let me pay you back for the amazing orgasm you just gave me."
He moves so that he hovers above me on the rock table. "Pet, getting to be inside you is payment enough." He takes my legs and moves them up and back so they can rest on his shoulders. With ease, he places his cock at my entrance and sinks down into me. His eyes close. "Payment received. So hot and tight. Fucking hell."
I close my eyes as well. It feels good to have him so deep inside me. I grasp the sides of the table so we won't go sliding off it as he picks up the pace.
He braces himself with his hands on either side of my head. "I won't let you fall off, you can let go. Rub your clit and look into my eyes. I want to feel you come around my cock."
I open my eyes and use my hand to stroke my clit. I moan. He pounds into me harder, the slapping of our skin filling the cave. It's hard not to close my eyes to the sensations. It's making the pleasure build faster. "Oh Sun god!"
He grunts. "That's it, Pet. Come for me. Let those juices flood over my cock."
I move my fingers faster. "So good!" The heat of my orgasm travels up to my breasts as I climax, squeezing my inner walls around him. He groans, filling me with cum.
Leaning down, he kisses me on the forehead, nose, and lips. "I love you more than anything else in this world. Everything will be okay with Mirren. Just make an effort, and it will all turn out fine. Paden and I will be around to kick his ass if we need to, but you have to be a good girl, too. No instigating it like you did this afternoon with calling him a waste of space."
I stare off to the toy shelf. That wasn't my finest moment, I'll admit. "He lit his hands up with fire first."
"After you stomped on the ground and made it crack with earth magic. You've attacked him before using the other elements, of course he was wary of what you would do next." Maverick pulls out of me and moves to sit on the edge of the table.
I sit up as well. "Stop making sense. You're making me feel bad."
Pulling at my straps, I tie them back together. I keep forgetting to bring a spare set of clothes here. Oh well, it looks good enough. "At least you did a
clean cut. Just looks like a fashion statement now."
He leans over and kisses my shoulder. "Okay. So will you try to be civil with Mirren?"
I sigh. "I will if he does." I slide off the table and make sure my dress hangs down in the back, which has a longer cut than the front.
Maverick nods. "Thank you, that's all I'm asking for."
Maverick takes my hand as we step up to the house. Boys of all ages sit on the porch, on the grass, or in the trees eating their food whilst others come and go out the door. We wait in line to enter the house. Edgar's got this thing running like a well-oiled machine during camp season.
He leans into my ear. "You can do this, I believe in you. Just keep your temper in check. Like you did when we were little."
I huff. "That's before my father's genetics decided to take over. It's hard for me to keep my temper in check, you know that." I haven't even spoken to my parents in over a year. Amr talks to them more than I do. The connection just isn't there for us. For some reason, I still have anger towards them for sending me away. I know I made the decision then to go, but I don't think I fully thought about how it would make me feel later on. I was a child. Rosemen wasn't as big of a threat as they thought. They could've fought, but they didn't.
Maverick’s thumb rubs circles into my skin. "You can rein in your temper with Den, D, and me. You can do it with him, too."
We step into the house. "I think you have more confidence in my ability to control myself than I do."
Zaria mans the silverware station. She blows her hair out of her face as two twelve-year-olds push each other around in front of her. "Stop that! Save the ruckus for outside and not in my house!" They stop, and she turns her brown eyes on Maverick and I. "Edgar and the others are in the basement, waiting for you to return. Please don't put any holes in the walls or singe anything with fire. I'll kick your asses myself if you do."
A flush covers my cheeks. "Yes, ma'am."
Maverick leads the way to the basement. I'm glad he's going first. I’d rather not get the full brunt of Edgar's disapproving glare.
We enter the basement. I don't think it's seen so many people in it at once. Edgar, Paden, Amr, and Horace have taken the couch against the far wall. Jakki leans on the arm next to Horace. Mirren, Bullock, and Rian have taken up the other chairs and beanbags. I wish Dante was here for moral support as well.
Two wooden chairs sit facing everyone else. Those must be for us. I didn't expect Maverick to have to be a part of their judgement, too.
We take our seats as Edgar stares at us. His eyes focus in on how my dress' straps now tie together. "So good of you two to join us. Have you calmed down, Avalon?" His light blue eyes glare into mine now. He's not happy I was off having mind blowing, kinky sex. He didn't have to wait for me to return.
I shrug. "I agree to be civil if he will."
Maverick clears his throat.
I roll my eyes and glance in Mirren's direction. "I'm sorry I called you a waste of space. Since you didn't start the fight first...this time." Ew, I don't like having to apologise to the prick.
Mirren rubs at his eyebrow. "I don't accept your apology. You don't mean it. I will be civil as long as you are."
I move to stand. Fuck this. Maverick grips my hand tighter, keeping me in place. I look at Edgar. "Why are you forcing me to do this?"
He taps a finger on his knee. "You know why, and it will better your magic skills."
So he’s doing this because he knows Lusk is part of my Fold. I don't even know how he found out, probably through Paden. Years ago, he thought I was part of a prophecy that stated I would only have one mate or something. But now that he's given up on that, he wants me to have my entire Fold together. But, he also doesn't want me having sex with them. I don't know what he wants from me or them. They won't be full members of my Fold until we consummate the bond.
"I agree to work with him and be a civil adult about it. I have no issue with the others. Can I go now?" I lean forward in my chair, Maverick's hand still in mine.
Edgar shakes his head, and his turkey neck skin jiggles. He's starting to actually look like an old man. Aren't we dragon shifters supposed to live into our hundreds? Is he sick? He clears his throat. "No. We need to discuss where you'll train for the next month and six days."
I focus on my angel side, forcing my eyes to see his aura. His heart has a black shadow over it. I frown. "Wouldn't we train here at the camp?"
"I've actually had a house built on the extended land I bought two years ago. It will be for you and your family, and if you so choose, you can take the camp over one day and use this house to keep campers in."
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. "Why didn’t you tell us you're sick? Does Zaria know? Why haven't you come to me to heal you?"
His eyes narrow. "You weren't supposed to know about that. Stop invading my aura."
I stand. "Look at you, you've aged twenty years at least over the summer. Even when you were in your forties, you looked younger. Dragon shifters are supposed to live hundreds of years before they have to transform to their dragon forms to be immortal."
He places his hand over his heart. "Zaria knows what's going on with me. That's all you need to know."
"Cut the shit, Ed. Let her heal you." Maverick stands now too. "You're like a father to us, we are a family. Don't keep things like this from us."
Edgar sighs. "I didn't want you guys to know. Agnita, the Sea Witch, assured me no angel could see through the veil potion she gave me. I'll need to get my money back."
Paden grabs Edgar's arm in a gentle manner. "What's wrong with you?"
Edgar sighs. "It happened a long time ago. When you were all little. You don't remember the day because I took the memories from you. The day Jericho came to live with us."
Paden gasps. "You told me to never speak of that, or it could hurt them."
The day Jericho came to live with us? That was on my seventh birthday, but I don't remember how he got here, he was just all of a sudden there, in my memories. Flashes of green sprint across my mind’s eye. Maverick and I grab at our heads and fall into the chairs. I groan. "Fucking hell, it feels like my skull’s going to split in two!"
Edgar comes to stand in front of us. He takes hold my chin and forces me to stare into his eyes. They shift to their dragon form, and I can feel mine do the same. "Jinthil dout vakilral birthday." His voice echoes in my mind.
My world falls to the darkness reaching in at me from the edges of my vision.
CHAPTER THREE
Edgar clears his throat. "Hand her the trashcan, she's wakin' up!"
The urge to spill my guts pulls me through the darkness. I sit up. A metal can presses into my arms, and I release the bile burning my throat. My head swarms with images of my seventh birthday, ones I don't remember happening until now.
Jericho showing up on our lawn, naked and covered in green goo.
How he hid under the porch swing and would only come out with me talking to him.
How he was terrified of Edgar and the boys.
How, when I touched him for the first time, it sent a jolt through my body...just like it had with Paden and Maverick. My eyes snap open at this, and I stand even though my legs don't want to hold me.
Paden takes the trashcan from me and places a hand on my shoulder. "I think you need to sit down. Why don’t you join Mav on the couch? You're in shock right now."
My heart races. Jericho's a member of my Fold. Why didn't I know this? Why couldn't I feel the bond after that day? It was no accident he came into my life. Sweat rolls down the side of my face. I lick at my lips, but they dry out in seconds.
Maverick heaves into his own trashcan next to me on the couch.
I stand as soon as Paden tries to make me sit again. "How could I not have known? How was I so stupid? I saw the signs, but why wasn't the bond there before?" I run a hand through my sweat damp hair. My fingers shake.
Edgar comes to study my face; he presses a hand down on my shoulder forcing
me down. "Avalon, I just returned a day's worth of memories to you. You need to sit down while your mind sorts through it all."
I fight his hand and stand, again. "You don't understand." Hot tears stream down my cheeks. "Everything that has happened could've been prevented. He would've never left to help Rosemen."
Paden frowns. "What are you talking about, Lon? Nothing about that day could've stopped him from joining Rosemen."
I shake my head and pace the floor. "You're wrong. I had a jolt with him. I felt the bond, but I didn't know what it meant then. Somehow it stopped after that day." I frown. "No, he always talked about feeling jolts with me. He felt the bond. It reversed somehow. I felt what you guys feel when I touch you, and he felt what I normally feel. It was there all the time."