by Lucian Bane
“Why there?” she whimpered, even though the fire he spoke of seemed to be most hot there.
He drew lines along her hands, toying with the edge of the panties. Then his beautiful eyes rolled up to look at her. “I have to know you. Every beautiful part of you.”
She shook her head, not understanding, not wanting to go through that again. She wished she could have sealed the panties back on, just like her stupid womanhood, never to be taken off again. She wasn’t beautiful there, she knew that, and now he knew it, what more was there to see and know?
“You feel pleasure here,” he whispered, his finger stroking that spot.
She couldn’t stifle the moan it caused while discerning a question in the statement. She nodded.
He stared at her in that knowing way that she couldn’t hide from. “I need to understand what was done here.” He was right on it now with his fingers, stroking very softly back and forth against it. “So I know what I need to do to bring that pleasure.”
She strained and grabbed a handful of the covers at how perfectly on that spot he was.
“This feels very good?”
The soft question held a hunger that said he would give her much more of the same.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Right here,” he double checked, rubbing circles with his thumb on the spot.
More moans flew out of her mouth and she nodded, her hips moving by themselves as they had before, wanting, needing that very touch on it.
“That’s it, Beautiful,” he said, the circles slowing and becoming a little firmer. “Help me bring that fire.”
He kept using that term and for the first time she worried it might be literal. It felt literal. “Fire?”
“It’s hot, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she barely croaked, rolling her hips faster for it.
“That’s the fire I mean, it’s coming right now. I want you to keep reaching for it just like you are. And when it gets so that you can’t think, I want you to let go, let it have you. Can you do that for me?”
“Solomon,” she whispered as the need to pee seemed to grow. Would it make her body malfunction?
“Keep looking at me,” he said. “I want to see it in your eyes, I want you to see me here, with you. I’m here, never leaving.”
He could see it? Oh God, it was so good, so good. She wanted it more than anything. But what if she peed accidentally?
He suddenly removed his touch, making her gasp and shudder.
“I’m going to use my cock to do this,” he whispered. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
She didn’t let go of the covers or argue as he worked the panties down her thighs and took them off. Getting back between her legs, he took hold of her upper thighs and pulled her so that her butt was on his legs and his beautiful erection lay on that aching spot.
She got up on her elbows, needing to see what he was doing, hungry to see his manhood again. He squeezed her waist with his strong fingers, his eyes piercing into hers. “I’m going to touch you here until you have an orgasm.”
She sucked in a breath at that term. She knew it, it meant what the men did in her mouth. Why would he think she could have something like that? Her body wasn’t even designed the same. But something said this was one of those things where his gifts surpassed her understanding. She watched as he began stroking himself along that exact spot from before. He moved his hips, causing the entire delicious length of his manhood to slide firmly along her. The fire he talked about returned, licking and hotter than ever. Still on her elbows, she clutched the covers, her gaze riveted to his beautiful member moving along her. It was such a strangely electrifying sight. Nothing this perfect could possibly be forbidden.
“Chaos,” he gasped, his fingers digging into her waist and upper butt, adding to the perfection. The way he watched himself moving along her, those full lips parted with the sounds of his own pleasure made the fire hotter, closer.
“Give yourself to it, Beautiful,” he whispered, the blue in his eyes promising a storm unlike any she’d ever experienced. “Let it have you, you’re so very safe with me.”
Safe. She didn’t understand the word in connection to the sex stuff but she understood giving herself to the fire, with him. “It’s so hot,” she whispered, her mouth remaining open to allow for more air. Much more. Her gasps were constant now and she was making the same sounds as he was.
Again he stopped and placed his hand on her stomach and used his other hand to move just the thick tip of his erection on that spot. “Hold yourself up for me, Beautiful,” he said, his words harsh and strained. He bit hard on his lower lip, his thick brows pulling together as he turned the most lethal gaze on her. Oh God, he was pressing harder on that spot, moving himself faster.
“Solomon!” she whispered, holding tight to his desperate gaze.
His nails scraped along her stomach and Chaos cried out. “It’s coming,” she gasped. “Solomon!”
“Let it come,” he half growled.
She couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to. It gripped her like it would shake the life out of her but instead it shook it into her. Warm, soft, electrifying life. Every part of her was locked tight in its perfect power. She couldn’t stop the cries and in the back of her mind, hoped they weren’t wrong. He’d said let go, don’t fight it and she did. Oh God, she’d never felt anything so… terrifyingly amazing. She wanted to think terrifyingly good but she wasn’t sure yet. She wanted it to be good. More than anything she wanted this thing they shared to be so very good. And right.
He was on her then, his body pressing, his mouth a storm over hers. She understood his hunger because she shared it in that second. “Oh God you were fucking beautiful in pleasure.”
Her body suddenly craved to thank him and express how happy she was. She held his face so tight as she kissed him, sucked and licked even, just like he did. She had to show she felt the exact same way. Maybe more even.
He suddenly laughed in her mouth, a short one as he lay along the side of her, his head on her shoulder. He made those moaning sounds that tickled in her stomach as he pulled her against him like he couldn’t get her close enough.
****
Solomon was still winded when she rolled him onto his back and began kissing on his chest, quickly going lower. He groaned, getting up on his elbows, his body heaving for what she was about to do, what she seemed to crave to do in that second. She knelt between his legs, staring down at his erection.
He opened slowly until the truth was very clear to her. All yours. All of me, every bit, and especially this. His cock stood in eager anticipation for her to take and do whatever pleased her.
She flashed a heated look at him, seeming a little shy. Her tongue swept her lower lip and his dick jerked in response at seeing it, knowing it was about to be all over it.
She finally lowered, kissing along his inner thighs, her fingers creeping ahead of her lips. The tips of her nails dug just enough to make him hold on to the covers at what was coming.
“This is my first time,” he gushed, feeling like it was something he needed to reiterate to her. That she was his first.
She paused and looked at him, her brows drawn.
He realized he’d opened a can of worms he didn’t want to think about in that second but it was too late. “She died before we married. I’m still a virgin. I just wanted you to know that you’re my first.” He licked his lower lip. “My only.”
She slowly straightened until she knelt before him, the look on her face making him smile. She was dumbfounded.
“How does that make you feel?” he had to know.
Her eyes blinked rapidly several times as she opened her mouth in attempt to speak. “I… so you’re… just for me?”
His smile broadened that she interpreted it the exact way he’d hoped. “Entirely and completely.”
She gasped and a small smile of wonder tugged at the corner of her pretty mouth. He suddenly remembered what she was about to do
with it and got hard again.
“Be gentle,” he whispered, unable to deny his grin.
She answered with lowered lashes and biting her lip. “I’m going to go very slowly.” She eyed him and the shy look on her face stole his breath. “Do you mind if I suck it very deep and hard while I use my nails to scrape your…”
Oh dear fuck. His breath rushed out and he shook his head while rolling his hips. “I don’t mind.”
His entire body trembled lightly in anticipation as she lowered back between his legs. When she began kissing along his inner thighs again, he opened them wider, trying to help her reach the bottom quicker. She smiled a little and took hold of the base. She blew softly over the tip then licked with the broad side of her tongue from the bottom to the very top.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, the firm heat of her tongue forcing his head back. Gripping the covers tight, he gave a long groan and brought his head forward when the tip of her tongue brought fire to the head of his cock. He bared his teeth, unable to stop his lusty hiss and thrust of his cock.
“You like it?” she asked sincerely.
Like it… He felt drunk with it, insane with it. “Suck it very deep now.”
She obeyed immediately and his mouth fell open as she took every bit of him. He wanted to flick his hips but didn’t want to hurt her. She slid both her hands under his ass and dug her nails hard enough that he jerked and hit the back of her throat with his cock. She dug her nails again, forcing the same reflex.
“Chaos,” he gasped, seeing she was making him, wanting him to buck his hips just like that. Still worried, he resisted, but the bite of her nails insisted. The pain coupled with her tight mouth and throat made him delirious.
****
Chaos’s heart wanted to explode with joy. She watched Solomon from between his strong legs, watched the heave of muscles in his stomach, the pleasure in his tortured face. He was more beautiful than she’d imagined he’d be when doing this. And his smell and taste affected her like those drugs she sometimes took at Desecrations. Only with him, it made her more aware of him, not less. She was more aware of his perfect musk, more aware of his salty taste. He was the most delicious man she’d ever had in her whole life. And he’d given himself to her. All to her. It made her want to do everything so perfectly, the way he did everything so perfect for her.
And forcing him to drive his manhood deep into her mouth was one thing she was good at. Oh God, he was amazing. The ripple of muscle in his shoulders as he held on so tight, the bulge of his thick neck when his head fell back. The hard line of his jaw and those deep sounds that sometimes sounded like growls—so very perfect.
She forced him to make love to her mouth, forced him to do it faster when she saw how pleasurable it was for him. His mouth remained open as he watched her while on his elbows, baring his teeth and hissing between groans. She’d make him release this way, she realized. Her plan to go slow was gone, she couldn’t deny him this ecstasy he begged for. And he did beg. “Don’t stop,” he’d gasped, “Fuck,” he whispered too. She’d heard that word before but never liked it in connection to this. Until he uttered it. Now, she wanted to hear him say it more. Louder. Harder. With that fierce look on his face, that look when you were on the brink of violence. For him it was pleasure. A violent pleasure from her.
Chaos added a light raking of her nails along the sensitive skin beneath his manhood.
He shot out a gasp and a louder, “Fuck, yes.” She moaned on him, something she never did, and barely pressed her thumb at that spot some men liked. His hands shot down and latched onto either side of her head, and he bucked his hips faster. “Chaos… Beautiful,” he choked.
She pressed her thumb a little harder and his seed shot hot into her mouth, into her throat. Chaos couldn’t close her eyes, she had to see him have his first orgasm with her. Oh God she’d not seen anything so glorious and beautiful. The veins in his neck stood out as he roared from the pleasure, his fingers gripping the sides of her head tight, his body shuddering with it.
When he lay gasping for air on his back, Chaos quickly hurried up his body, lying on him. She placed her ear on his chest, listening with a smile to the vicious hammering there. She’d done that. He pulled her higher and took her face in his hands and kissed her. She was shocked. Men never wanted anything to do with her after that. But he kissed her with a hunger, licked her lips, sucked at them the way she’d just done to him.
“Did I do good?” The question came right in his hungry mouth.
He rolled her onto her back, not breaking his amazing kiss. “You blew my mind,” he whispered back before pulling away and stroking her mouth with his fingers. “These lips,” he said. “Are all mine.” The winded words came with a shake of his head. “I will not share them or any other part of you. Ever. I am so very possessive.” He licked and sucked at her lips making her dizzy. “Do you know what that means, do you understand?”
She wasn’t really sure what he meant and didn’t know how to answer.
He suddenly pulled up, staring down at her for several moments, his eyes fierce and serious. “It means you belong to me. No other. Not your brother your father your mother your uncle. Not even Master. Me. Only me. Always and forever.”
She swallowed, unsure if she was allowed to agree to that but she did with a breathless nod, her chest hot with the feelings his passionate words invoked. His mouth covered hers again, with a hunger that flooded through her own body.
All his… no other.
How would that work during preparation of the final desecration? Master would require her to do what she just did, and more, with all the males in the Order. Young and old.
Chapter Twenty One
With the bonding out of the way, Solomon was ready to tend to the dreadful business. Especially with the sudden fears pushing in all around him again. The wolf whined and Solomon jolted up in bed, grabbing his underwear and putting them on as he did. “What’s up boy, you hearing something? Get dressed Beautiful,” he said quietly, hurrying to his duffle bag for jeans.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“What’s wrong?” he repeated, hurrying to the window. The storm had passed and sunlight lit the ground through the canopy of trees.
“I think he needs the bathroom,” she said. “Why are your clothes in bags?”
Solomon unlocked the door and opened it, letting the wolf out. “Stay close, boy.” He shut and locked it back then turned to Chaos. Her gaze scanned his naked torso and desire turned her cheeks pink. But Solomon needed to get information before anything else.
He sat on the bed and sighed, putting his elbows on his knees and head between his hands.
Her nails glided softly over his back, drawing goosebumps. “What’s wrong?”
God, she knew. He could hear it in her voice and how she hoped he wouldn’t bring it up. “My uncle is missing,” he whispered.
“What?”
He turned to her. “Do you remember what happened to you?”
She pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them with a lowered gaze. “When?”
“Do you remember how you got here?”
She didn’t look at him when she shook her head.
“You were dumped here by somebody, do you remember who?”
She shook her head, rocking a little, still not looking at him.
He touched her temple softly and she flinched. “Remember who did that?”
She hugged herself tighter, rocking more.
“Chaos,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “You’re my wife now. I’m your husband. I need to protect you and keep you safe. But if I don’t know who to protect you from… I can’t do that.”
“There is nothing to be protected from,” she whispered.
“Nobody,” he said with a quiet rage, “is allowed to hurt you. Do you understand?”
She looked at him now then gave him a small smile. “Nobody can hurt me,” she said.
But he could tell she meant that in the strangest way poss
ible. “Why did they shock you? Master did it?”
“To cleanse.”
Rage shot through him. “What was he cleansing you of?” He barely managed to keep his tone soft and civil.
“I… I thought I had failed.”
He waited in the silence, wishing she’d just tell him everything. But she wasn’t, she was going to make him drag every dirty particle of detail out. “What did you fail in?”
She looked right now, picking at the hairs on her arm. “You were different. I told him so. You didn’t just have sex with women you had to love them and…”
His stomach churned until he couldn’t breathe. And he didn’t love her. That’s what she was punished for. She’d failed to get him to love her, but why!
“But you do love me, I know that now,” she said happily.
He faced forward, holding his head in his hands. He needed to run with her but he had no vehicle. “My uncle was on his way over here and got two flats. He called me and said he was headed to a rental place. An hour later, I called him and he never answered his phone. That was hours ago.”
A few seconds later, she said, “Maybe he… lost his phone.”
“He didn’t lose his phone, Chaos. He didn’t run out of battery. He didn’t get lost. Somebody knew he was coming and they have him,” he guessed, turning to face her now. “Do you know why he was coming, Beautiful? Because I called him and told him that I was in trouble. I told him all about you, I told him that I was trying to leave with you, which is why my bags are packed, but when I got in the truck, I discovered somebody had cut the gas lines and put holes in the gas tank, Chaos. And that same somebody dropped you off, naked on my porch after shocking the mother-fucking life right from you!” he yelled, standing now to pace.
She’d put her hands on her ears then took them down, rocking more.
“Why, Chaos,” he whispered, coming to kneel before the bed. “I just need to know what’s going on. Do you know the black man Jimmy Ray? I went see him when you left from here and I looked everywhere for you.”
She looked at him then.
“Yes, I went looking for you, of course I did,” he gasped at seeing her surprise. “I was a fucking wreck when you left and he told me that this town has a story to tell that it’s been telling it for years and that the answers are with the asylum and the grave yard and some other crazy shit I didn’t get.” He grabbed her hands and held them, leaning in to kiss her softly. “Beautiful, look at me.”