Page 39 of A Heist for Filthy Rivals (Mythic Holidays #3)

Devilry kisses me like we’re both about to die.

Maybe we are. Maybe I can resign myself to dying, as long as I get to do it with her.

She encountered something or someone after I left her—that much is clear.

There’s magic restraining her tongue, or she’d tell me what happened.

Of course I’m maddened by the not knowing, but it can’t be helped.

All I can do is go along with her plan, trust her heart, and rely on her cunning mind to get us out of whatever shit we’ve stepped into.

Though it seems Devilry has other plans for me, before we proceed to blowing up the fortress. She tears her mouth away from mine, drops to her knees, and starts frantically unbuttoning my pants.

“Sweetheart, wait, wait. Stop.” I cover her fingers with mine.

She looks up at me and fuck I do not want to be thoughtful and careful in this moment. All I want is that plump red mouth gloving my cock, sliding along it. I want her tongue twisting around the entire length of me.

But her eyes… my god, her eyes. Huge and gray and tragic, like mirrored clouds and shimmering rain, like a whispering storm.

She asked me not to question the destruction of the fortress, or why we won’t be taking anything from it.

I need to question this act of hers, though.

She might not be able to tell me the true motivation behind it, but I need to be sure she’s doing something she truly wants, something she won’t regret once her emotions settle.

She’s turning away from me again, so I cup her chin and gently guide her face up. “Why do you want my cock in your mouth right now, Devilry?”

The flush on her cheeks deepens to a rich rose. She’s struggling to express herself again, fumbling for words. “Because,” she whispers.

“Are you going to regret this later?”

Something hardens in her eyes—a boldness, a steel blade.

“No. I will not regret anything that I do to you right now.” Her fingers begin moving beneath mine, easing buttons out of their holes.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here in this god-awful fortress, in this wrecked kitchen, with you. ”

She folds back both sides of my pants and strokes down my abdomen with her fingertips before dipping into the opening and delicately grasping the base of my cock.

The touch is bliss. I shudder and brace both my palms against the wall behind me.

Devilry takes my length out and licks up the underside. A flare of thrilling pleasure rushes along my cock, and my stomach tenses. My chest surges higher, swelling with breaths I can’t control.

She lays the tip of her tongue beneath the slit at the head of my cock, then swirls it lightly over me. I groan at the torturous teasing.

“Take off your shirt,” she orders. “What’s left of it.”

Clumsily I rip it off and throw the remnants aside.

“That’s right.” With her mouth still a breath from my cock, she surveys my body, pleasure lighting her eyes. “Gods, you’re fucking beautiful.” My cock jerks upward in her hand, and she laughs softly. “You like compliments, do you, Ravager?”

“Who doesn’t?” I reply, and then I cry out, helplessly, because she’s mouthing the head of my cock, suckling on the tip like it’s her favorite sweet.

I’m going to die from this. She’s killing me right here. My heart is pounding harder than it ever does when I’m scared.

Devilry lets my cock head slip wetly from between her lips. Hooking her thumbs into the waist of my pants, she works them down my legs. I step out of them and stand there, utterly naked, while she’s still fully dressed.

“Face the wall,” she says.

I’m not about to deny her anything, so I turn my back to her.

“Bend over.”

“Shit, Devil,” I say tightly, but I do as she asks. Palms to the wall, I lower my upper body, pushing my ass out, toward her.

Her hands slide over both curves of my ass, squeezing lightly to feel the muscle there. She strokes my thighs, too, then slips her slender fingers between the cheeks of my ass. Her thumb teases my puckered hole.

I’ve never been touched there, but to my surprise, it feels good.

The tip of her thumb wiggles against the entrance, but she doesn’t venture deeper.

Instead, she starts playing with the tender skin between my hole and my ballsack.

She explores the sensitive area for a moment, while I struggle to remain still.

Then both of her hands curve around my balls, compressing gently.

The sensation is comforting and maddening at the same time.

I set my forehead against the wall and groan heavily. “Gods, sweetheart, just kill me now.”

She reaches farther between my legs and gives my cock a quick stroke with her fingers.

“Shit!” I sob out. “Please, Devil…”

“What’s that?” she asks innocently.

“Please.”

“Please what, Ravager?”

“I want your mouth on me. Please.”

“Good boy. You can turn back around.”

I revolve to face her, and she touches the tip of my length with her index finger, coaxing out more of my arousal until her fingers are glossy with it. Then she gets to her feet, looking me in the eyes, and says, “Open your mouth.”

I curl my fists at my sides and do as she says.

When Devilry paints my tongue with my own pre-cum, I crash harder into love with her. It’s the unexpectedness of it, the surprise of her debauchery, her perfect wickedness. I fucking worship her for opening new doors in my mind, for giving me something I didn’t know I wanted.

“Suck, Ravager,” she whispers.

I take her thin wrist in my hand and close my lips around her fingers, sucking on them, bathing them with my tongue.

Her other hand pushes my cock up against my belly, rubbing firmly. After a moment, she extracts her fingers from my mouth and sinks down to her knees again, guiding my length between her lips.

This time she takes me deep, her throat wide open. I curse reverently, and she pulls her mouth off me to say, “I love your cock. You’re just the right length.”

“You didn’t think so when I pissed in front of you outside the wall.” I grin.

“Well, I was wrong. You’re perfect.” She kisses the side of my cock.

No one has ever done that to me, either. There’s a tenderness in the act that shatters me completely.

“Devilry.” Her name carries all the ache of longing in my heart.

She slides me into her throat again, raising her eyes to mine as she does it.

“Fuck—can you stop? Just give me a minute,” I choke out.

Releasing me, she sits back on her heels.

“I don’t want to be in your mouth when I say this.” I clear my throat. “Because it’s not about how fucking good you are at giving head. It’s about everything. All of you.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “Are you going to make sense at some point?”

“Probably not.”

“Then don’t.” Her tone is compulsive, passionate, almost desperate. “Don’t say anything else. Not yet. Just be still, and let me tell you things… like this.”

She lifts my cock and kisses it again, on the underside, before dipping me back into her mouth.

Gliding through the hot, wet sheath of her lips and throat, with her tongue writhing along my shaft, I moan, over and over, more wildly aroused than I’ve ever been, so far out of my mind that I think I could go permanently mad for her.

The orgasm starts as a blinding thrill in my cock.

Goosebumps rise all over my skin in a violent rush, and I gasp, sinking my fingers into Devilry’s hair, urging myself deeper.

She reaches up and takes one of my hands, but she lets me control the final rhythm, the finishing strokes that I need.

My cock pulses thickly against her tongue, spilling cum into the heat of her throat.

Blurred and blissful, dizzied from the power of the climax, I draw my cock out from between those lush lips and watch her throat flex as she swallows my cum. She wipes her mouth and chin with part of my discarded shirt, then gets to her feet.

“If you think we’re done, you’re fucking insane,” I tell her raggedly. “You’re next.”

“But we should—”

“You’re next.” My tone leaves no room for debate. “Into the pantry, now. Take everything off and lie down on those linens.”

A glint of rebellion sparks in her eyes. “So bossy,” she says, but she heads for the pantry.

I take a moment to check the drawers and look for an item that suits my plan. Luckily I find a silver spoon with a thick, rounded handle that’s perfectly smooth and well-polished. I wipe it off with soap and water, then stride into the pantry.

Devilry is reclining on the linens. Her expression is half dark defiance, half sweet anticipation. It hurts to see the bruises, bandages, and cuts on her body, and to know that she gave that healing candy to me, when she could have used it herself.

Her expression darkens more the longer I stand in the doorway. “I don’t want your pity, Ravager,” she says sharply. “Stop thinking and come do bad things to me.”

I can’t help a wry laugh. It’s so like her to resist sympathy and crave ferocity.

And it’s unlike me to feel sympathy for anyone at all.

I’m generally a callous person. I feel mild compassion for the young and the helpless, for children or animals, but beyond that, I generally assume that people either deserve their misery or that it’s not my problem.

Maybe it’s because I see so much misery in my line of work, and if I allowed it to be my problem, I would lose my mind over all the pain in the world.

Devilry sighs and shifts her body like she’s impatient, like we simply don’t have the time for this, but I plan to make the fucking time.

“Do you want me to violate you, Devilry?” I ask.

Her eyes light up with profane delight, and she nods.

“Then open your fucking legs for me, sweetheart. You know what I want to see. How slick did you get while you were sucking me off? Use your hands to show me.”