Page 19 of Blood and Magic (RBMC: Helena, MT #2)

I nodded quickly. “Yes, I promise. I’ll be your good girl. I swear.”

He narrowed his increasingly obsidian eyes, and some small part of me screamed that I should be afraid. I should run for my life, but I didn’t. I pressed closer to him, yanked his massive dick out of his boxers, and ran the tip over my vulva, sliding it through the wetness he’d been so proud of.

He inhaled, tension coiling in every part of his muscles, tightening his fist around my neck.

He pulled his pelvis out of my grip and wrapped his palms around the back of my thighs, carrying me over to the shoreline, where he lay me down on the ground.

I didn’t care about the cool mud underneath me.

Compared to the heat radiating off him, nothing else mattered.

I trembled when he kissed me again, working his way down my body to my breasts, yanking my wet bra cups down. When he sucked one nipple, I arched into the contact, bursts of pleasure-laced euphoria ricocheting through my nerves.

“Yes, more,” I murmured, clamping my fingers in his hair, yanking and scratching to get him where I wanted him. He massaged my other nipple while he yanked my panties clean off my body with one powerful jerk.

I gasped, the sting of fabric slicing through my pelvis, but when he returned his fingers to my cunt, I quickly forgot all about that. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, lavishing that with the same affection as the first before sinking lower, kissing and licking his way down my midsection.

Staring up at me from between my legs, I almost had to pinch myself to make sure this was real, that this wasn’t just another disappointing dream where I’d eventually wake up alone and cold in my bed.

“Tell me to stop,” he said. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“I want this,” I said. “Please, Mill.”

He sighed and hung his head, as if he was trying to think of a reason for him to end it on his own. He must have come to some resolution because he hissed a quiet, “Fuck it,” and shifted his shoulders under my thighs so he could align his mouth with the part of me screaming for him.

When he speared his tongue through my sensitive skin, I bucked off the earth, surging upward with the jolt of ecstasy rolling through me. He moaned… literally moaned, and little vibrations rattled through me from the sound.

“Fuck, you taste delicious, better than I ever imagined.” He latched on, sucking and flicking his talented tongue across my skin. Somewhere in my brain, I noticed he said he had imagined this, but that was quickly forgotten as he worked me like he owned me.

After teasing my entrance, he finally stuck one finger…

two fingers…inside, and I almost came apart.

The scruff of his five-o’clock shadow rubbed against the insides of my thighs, marking a rough contrast to the delicate way he cared for my pussy.

He devoured me like a man starved, like he’d been waiting for this for eons, and I’d finally given him sustenance.

He took his time at first, licking and sucking in slow, agonizing pulls, curling his fingers to hit that decadent spot inside.

I moaned louder, faster, fisting his hair, voracious to get as much of him as he would give.

At my cues, he picked up speed, fucking me with his face and his fingers like this might be our first and only chance at such a connection.

I didn’t last long, and my climax broke me in an embarrassingly short amount of time. He fucked me harder, greedy for everything I had, and when I came back down to earth, he didn’t stop. He slowed down and stared up at me with eyes gone to lust.

“Come here,” I whispered, clawing at his hair, his shoulders, anything I could get.

“No,” he said, kissing along one thigh before going to the other. “No, I plan to take my time, sweetheart. You lay back and let me enjoy this, huh?”

Let him enjoy this?

What had I ever done to deserve that?

I didn’t know, but I thanked my past self for whatever it was.

If I had to die and come back to life again just to know I’d have this, I’d do it over and over.

He increased his pace, licking me and sucking me, and soon, I was cresting again.

My muscles tightened, and I screamed out my pleasure, apathetic to anyone else that might be in the vicinity.

If the Scorpions were nearby, let them come.

I didn’t care. I only needed him. I only needed this.

After that, I was too sensitive for him to continue, and I pushed his face away, my muscles loose, my body riding waves of endorphins.

“No, no more,” I said. “Please. Either fuck me or let me suck you off. I need a break.”

He sat back on his haunches, his mouth and chin glistening with evidence of my orgasm, and he smiled that gorgeous grin he so rarely let anyone see.

“You wanna suck me off?”

I bit my bottom lip and pushed up on my elbows. “Would you let me? Please?”

He waved two fingers, gesturing for me to come closer. I scrambled up on my knees while he stood, and from this perspective, he was so tall and beautifully built—all tightly coiled muscles and chiseled features. His days riding a bike and working the ranch had certainly been good to him.

“Open your mouth,” he said, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.

I nearly tripped over myself to comply, sticking out my tongue in eager acquiescence. I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to do whatever he wanted. If I could make him feel a fraction of what he did to me, I’d consider myself privileged.

The space between my legs throbbed when he finally lowered his underwear and let his massive dick bounce free. I scooted closer, trying to latch onto it, but he was in a playful mood. He held the base and slapped it over my tongue a few times, delight in his eyes and mischief in his smile.

“You’re an eager little thing,” he teased.

I nodded. “I’ve wanted this a long time.”

“Oh, yeah?” He seemed to like that. “Go on and show me how much.”

I pulled him between my lips and sucked the tip, gently at first, working him up to it. I didn’t want to go too fast, too soon, and show all my cards. No, I wanted to savor this, to take it slow and make him shake by the time it was over.

Gripping his boxers with one hand and the base of his dick with the other, I ran my tongue along the underside of him, swallowing down the salty taste of his precum.

He leaned his head back on his shoulders, showcasing his broad chest and sculpted abs, and I thanked the heavens I got to see him like this.

The sun was nearly under the horizon now, and up against the fading light, he looked like a God or maybe a fallen angel, something ethereal and eternal, come from heaven to save me from damnation.

“Fuck, your mouth is killing me, baby,” he said, running a hand through my hair. He gripped it behind my head and used it to guide me how he wanted, sinking his cock deep into the back of my throat.

I relaxed my muscles and stuck out my tongue, rubbing it against his balls while I gagged around his thick length. He hissed and moaned in response, and that urged me on.

Nothing made me feel more powerful than turning a strong man weak. Was there any better way to do that than with his cock in my mouth and my teeth so close to his tender bits? Oh, how I loved it when he shivered and gave me praise.

“Fuck, just like that. Such a good girl. You take me so fucking well.” He spewed countless other dirty thoughts, complimenting me on such a lecherous act. “You wanna drain my balls, baby? You want everything I have to give you?”

Not in a hundred years would I ever have thought Vermillion Alexander would talk like this to me, but I’d never been one to snub a gift, so I kept going. I gripped him tighter, worked him faster, took him deeper, even when my eyes watered and I started to drool.

My cunt aching with a fury, I pulled away and stroked him, staring up his body while he brushed hair out of my face.

“Don’t you want to fuck me, Mill?” I asked, licking the taste of him from my lips.

“Oh, darlin’, the first time I fuck you will be in a bed after I’ve feasted on you for as long as I want,” he said, fisting a handful of hair on the back of my head so he could control me again. “Now get back to work. We’re running out of daylight.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. I didn’t need to be told twice.

I went back to sucking him, worshipping his cock like I might die without it.

I inhaled him deep, relishing his clean musky pinewood scent…

and something more, something richer and darker, something distinctly him.

But hell, I loved that too. I’d bathe in it if I could.

I’d wear it around all day like perfume.

When he got close to his orgasm, he held my head in place and fucked the back of my throat, hard and deep. I breathed through my nose to keep my gag reflex at bay, holding myself open for him, and when he came, he pulled out to stroke himself, spraying hot come across my lips and tongue.

I reveled in his salty-sweet depravity, swallowing down whatever landed in my mouth.

I’d hardly been able to lick my lips before he grabbed my chin, held me in place, and leaned down to swipe his tongue across my mouth, kissing me to shove it inside.

It was disgusting and obscene and absolutely one of the hottest things anyone had ever done to me.

“You’re a good little cocksucker,” he said.

“Thank you,” I replied with a grin. “No one’s ever made me come like that.”

“No one? What an honor.” He hummed his approval before giving me another kiss and pulling me to my feet. My knees ached, and my toes were numb, but I still managed to wrap my arms around his neck for a full-body hug.

“C’mon,” he said, nodding toward the hill. “The sun’s going down, and I wanna get you home before the Scorpions figure out where we are.”

He grabbed my hand and led me up the side of the cliff, but as we got closer to the top, the harsh smack of reality descended upon us. One where he used to fuck my sister. One was where I was a Vanderbilt heir, and he was a Royal Bastard who worked for my family.

We weren’t supposed to blur the lines between us.

Sol and Orion aside, things were already complicated.

How much more complicated had we just made them?

That had been fun, but I feared that’s all it would ever be.

Fun. A quick break from the real world, one born out of adrenaline and the heat of an overwhelming moment.

He said nothing while we dressed, and neither did I. Maybe he also knew what had to happen next. Maybe he had also realized we shouldn’t have done what we did. After I slipped on my shorts and pulled my shirt over my head, I stuffed my feet back into my shoes and started the trek into the woods.

“Maeve,” he said, his tone soft and wary.

“It’s okay, Mill,” I said. “It was just a little fun, a way to blow off steam. It doesn’t mean anything.” Steeling myself against the dozens of other times this had happened to me, I smiled and nodded toward the trees. “No pressure, okay? No strings. No repercussions.”

He nodded but furrowed his eyebrows, suggesting he didn’t like that arrangement, even if he hesitantly agreed with it.