Page 35 of Call of the Fathoms (Deep Waters #4)

Thirty-Five

Alexia

S he wasn’t sure what was even happening to her body. Everything was on fire and somehow ice cold at the same time. She couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of him between her thighs. His ridged tongue, with all those bumps, was doing things to her sanity. She was breathing so hard it was like she had gone on a run.

Then his hands came up along her sides, and those claws scraped her skin. She saw stars as he suddenly sank his tongue inside of her. She could feel every single one of those ridges as he pulled his tongue back out and then sank back in again.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. There were no other words. Just the incandescent feeling of her body tightening, coiling, just as he had taught her it could do before. It spun tighter, even more impossibly needy, no matter what he did. His tongue rolled, his fingers pressed that button at the top of her slit, which had been so pleasurable when she’d touched it herself.

Then one of those clawed hands reached up and grasped her breast, his thumb toying with her nipple while all the other sensations made it hard to even breathe.

And then it all turned white hot, just as it had before. She knew, without a doubt, that he was going to make her come. She’d done it before, and now it was happening again. But somehow, it was so much more when another person made her feel this way. The out-of-control sensation just kept going, building more and more until she thought she might break from it.

She came with a harsh curse and a gasp that made her chest ache. Every muscle in her body tensed as she rode the wave of pleasure and ground down on his face. He groaned into her and she knew it was because he was enjoying her pleasure just as much as she was. And that made it last even longer. She couldn’t breathe. She could barely exist. This was all because of his doing, the first and the second time, and she was just...

Incapable of speech, Alexia realized as she spiraled down from that high.

This time, though, she hadn’t felt the splatter of his release as well. And when she opened her eyes, she could see that he hadn’t come as she had expected him to. Instead, all she could see were the twin cocks that were harder than she remembered them being the last time. They looked painful, pale in coloring, but still so solid they must hurt.

“I want to touch you,” she rasped. “It hasn’t been fair that you’ve only touched me so far.”

She could see the argument in his head. He didn’t want her to touch him, because he was clearly enjoying himself. But desire won over. He slid his hands underneath her arms and lifted her as he rolled onto his back. So easily. All it took was movement, and suddenly she was on her hands and knees over him. He was still between her legs, but now she was at eye level with his cocks and the flexing muscles of his abs.

Now that was a sight. Alexia hadn’t ever thought she would be attracted to cocks. She’d seen human cocks plenty of times in her life, and they were always rather disappointing, flaccid things. The way they hung between a man’s legs or their size when they were hard had not intrigued her.

But these? These were impressively large, with a tapered end that made her certain she could make them fit, even if it was her first time. All she would need to do was take it slow.

Licking her lips, she tried something she had seen Harlow do many times. Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, she took just the tip into her mouth. In truth, that was all she could do. Swirling her tongue, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked as hard as she could.

His hips bucked, and he grabbed the back of her head, fingers lacing in her hair as he tugged her back. “Easy, virago, or this will be over far too soon.”

She liked the sound of that, though. She wanted him to be incapable of thought, just like he had made her. She wanted him to be incomprehensible because of the things she did to him with her hands and tongue.

Wrapping both her hands around the base of him, she moved them up and down his impressive length. “Is this better?”

Their eyes locked, and she could see how close he was to losing control. “Careful,” he murmured. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose control.”

“Hopefully something incredible,” she murmured, before sucking him back into her mouth.

Fuck being careful. Fuck his feelings of taking this slow and savoring the moment. Alexia didn’t want to do either of those. She wanted him to pound into her. She wanted those claws digging into her skin and drawing blood while he sank between her thighs with these cocks. He’d already made her come. Surely he knew that she wanted more than just that.

So as she teased him, tormented him, licked and sucked until she had already gotten herself even more soaking wet than before, she tried hard not to think about what he was doing.

Because he’d sank his tongue back inside her. He swirled it, stretching her muscles as though he were trying to prepare her for what would come. His fingers weren’t quite enough, she knew that. The webs that were between them would make it hard for him to insert anything more than a claw and the first joint. Not enough to prepare her for these cocks.

Which she wanted him to use. Now. Sooner. Why were they still waiting?

Moaning around the thickness of him in her mouth, she finally pulled back. A string of drool connected her lips to the tip, and she realized she had never seen anything so viscerally sexy.

He drew back to stare at her, and she was certain he felt the same way. His abs flexed even more, his lips parting as he fought with himself to gain any semblance of control. But she didn’t want him to have control.

So she darted out her tongue and licked away the string, leaning down to press her tongue against the small hole at the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and suddenly she was moving. She had no idea how he made her feel so small, but he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Fortis spun her, so she was seated astride his tail with his cocks between her legs and her hands braced against his powerful stomach. Looking at him, she tried her best to keep her wits about her.

But she couldn’t stop herself from leaning down and licking the groove between his abs, just like she’d been wanting to do for such a long time.

He groaned, and those abs flexed against her tongue as he shifted forward to grab onto her hips. “Please don’t make me wait any longer, virago.”

Oh, she loved the sound of his begging. It was music to her ears, and she wanted to hear more of that.

Hissing out a breath, she flexed her thighs and lifted herself all the way above his cocks. This was daunting. She’d done a lot of scary things in her life, but never something like this. She’d even put her body at risk countless times, but this was different. This had a meaning and a purpose. It wasn’t pain she sought. That was easy to find. Pleasure was much harder.

She notched the head of him between her folds, feeling the strange slickness of him. She hadn’t really thought about the smooth texture of his skin when she’d had him in her mouth, but he was so smooth. So warm.

Rubbing him back and forth past her entrance, she coated him in all of her own wetness, hoping it would make all of this a little easier. And then, with a deep breath, she sank down on the tip of him. The strange sensation of fullness immediately hit her. It was like something had speared her, but she didn’t mind that it had. She held her breath, sinking down a little further, feeling the strange burn as he pressed against muscles that had been tight her entire life.

But then his clawed hands grabbed onto her hips, stilling her motions. “Easy, virago. You don’t have to take it all in one go.”

She inhaled sharply, looking up to see his expression had gone from creased pain to a softness that she rarely saw from him. He didn’t want this to hurt her, she realized. Somehow, that made all of this even easier.

Nodding, she let his hands guide her. Sitting up slowly, she let him pull back before gliding in again. Inch by ever so tantalizing inch, he stretched out her body. Not in one long go like she had intended, but in many glides that opened up her body to him until he was able to thrust inside of her without any resistance.

It took time.

Patience.

Aching need as they both struggled to remember to breathe while they sought out a pleasure that felt like it might be earth shattering.

“Good,” he praised throughout all of it. “You’re doing well, virago. Just a bit more. Look at you, you’re doing amazing. Just a bit more. You can take a bit more.”

As her eyes rolled back in her head, he lifted her sharply off that cock and then... Where was the ease? Where was the glide? Suddenly she was pressed back down on a cock that wasn’t coated in all her slickness. Eyes bulging open, she looked down to see that he had moved her to the second cock. The first now pressed against her clit as he started the process all over again.

Her muscles clenched, her stomach seizing at the tiny movements that somehow weren’t enough to bring her to the edge but also felt so impossibly good. She just wanted to know what it was like to explode around his cock, and he was withholding that from her. With every movement, every shift, every inch that he stuffed inside of her, she wanted more.

More movement. More friction, more than what he was giving her right now.

“Fortis,” she moaned. “Please.”

“You’re not ready yet, virago.”

She slapped her hands down on his chest and glared. “If you don’t fuck me like you mean it, then I will get off of you and finish what you started.”

He glared at her, both of them suddenly realizing that this was a battle and neither of them wanted to lose. She saw his jaw grinding, the muscles in it working as he gave her a sharp nod and thrust up into her with one sharp movement.

She saw stars.

The thickness of him pressed against every inch of her body. Her inner walls fluttered around him, the beginning of an orgasm that she knew would bring about her end. Could she die from this? It felt like she might. Then he pulled out, so fast she almost gasped, only to shove back in and thrust all the air from her lungs with the movement.

His hands gripped her hips a little tighter, lifting her off his bottom cock and impaling her on the top. Though there was more friction with this one, it was still easy to take. She could feel the texture of him, the size, the shape of the tip that suddenly bottomed out inside of her as he reared up and cupped the back of her head.

Fortis devoured her lips, hungrily licking and biting while he shifted her up and down with his free hand. He controlled every moment. His powerful biceps flexed with each movement, drawing her up and down his cocks until he would suddenly shift her to the other. Over and over again, she was moved along each individual cock as she chased that high.

“Yes,” she hissed, reaching between them to press her fingers firmly against her clit. “Yes, please.”

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his mouth moving down to the junction where her shoulder and neck met. He bit down there, hard, and it somehow made her even more tense.

“Fuck,” she ground out as her muscles tensed.

And then she felt him come. She felt his cock twitch hard inside of her and then a burst of heat that filled her near to bursting. She’d never thought it would feel like that even as her muscles tensed and she came with him.

Throwing her head back, she hissed out a long breath as she rode the waves of her orgasm. And as she slowly wound down, she realized he was still playing with her clit. Toying with her with the edge of one of those impossibly sharp claws.

He stared at her, those dark eyes seeing too much. “Again,” he growled.

“I can’t.”

“You can. Give me three, virago. At least three.”

She stared at him, feeling the empty ache as he withdrew his cock from her channel, only to plunge back in with the other one. It was still hard. His second cock was still so hard.

As she bounced, completely at his mercy, she realized she could come again. If he kept doing this, if he kept up this pressure and the mesmerizing touch of his fingers, she wouldn’t have a choice.

And she did. Embarrassingly fast. She clenched around him and he threw his head back in a groan she felt all the way to her core. Together, they disappeared in this secret place, surrounded by the ocean as their voices echoed through the empty chamber.

She’d never felt more loved or more connected to another person in her life. And yet...

As she panted and laid her head down on his chest, she couldn’t help but feel empty. Even with his cock still twitching inside her, she feared the future that was coming. He was so certain she would kill him.

Alexia feared he was right.