Page 18 of Cruel As A Tree (Chaos God Sugar and Spice Companion Shorts #4)

"I know you will," I said. His gaze was too intense, so I looked at my hands, where I gripped onto his shirt. I relaxed them, smoothing the shirt against his chest. "I know because you are willing to change for me."

I took a deep breath and he waited in the silence, giving me the space to bring my thoughts into the light of spoken word.

"I've always heard you can't expect other people to change for you," I said.

"But I've never understood that. You don't have to change yourself, cutting off pieces of you to make yourself smaller so others will like you.

But when you love someone, you want to change.

Love brings change. It brings the desire to become someone more than you were before so that you are worthy of that feeling inside your heart.

That is how I know you love me, because you have shown in every moment that you are willing to change for me. "

"That is growth," he said. "Growth is change."

He lifted one of his hands from my back and put it on top of my hands on his chest. I looked up at him and there was a softness to the intensity in his eyes, a kindness that could be found in the face of a person who was fully engaged in the moment.

His next words were layered with meaning, with an ask for something I had been ready to give for some time now but didn't know how to offer after I had pushed him away. "Lillian, will you help me grow?"

"Yes," I said.

I lifted up on my toes, tilting my head to try to bring my lips to his.

He leaned down and met me there, in that moment as the sunlight streamed down through the trees around us like a gossamer gold veil.

The birds went silent around us, and I felt his shirt melt away under my hands, my palms pressing into his bare chest. The scent of flowers surrounded me, jasmine and sweet peas, roses and scents I didn't know the names for, but I had found when exploring the rich colors of this place.

He slid his hands to my hips as he kissed me, deeply, madly, devouring me with a kiss that was no longer soft and gentle, but demanding and promising all in the same.

His hands moved back, sliding over the denim of my jeans as he reached down to cup my ass in both hands, squeezing gently as he pulled me against him, pressing my body against his as his teeth grazed my lips.

He kissed my jawline as he slid his fingers down in between the cleft of my legs, stroking against the fabric, rubbing against the heat that coiled there, my lower muscles clenching and lifting as my need for him shifted from a smoulder to an urgent burn.

I let out a gasp as his lips found my neck and I tilted my head to the side as he followed the sensitive line of my skin, his kisses interspersed with the soft nibble of his teeth and the exploration of his fingers between my legs.

"I need you," I whispered.

He let out a growl in response, and I felt the smooth sensation of talons sliding in between my skin and my jeans.

I heard the ripping sound of fabric as he shredded them, the sharp blades of his new claws making tatters of my pants without touching my skin.

I let out a laugh as the shredded top of my pants flopped down, caught on the intact parts that still adorned my lower calves.

I tried to step back and kick them off, but Lorthion lifted me up into the air by my hips.

Branches wrapped around me, smooth wood hooking under my armpits as he let go of me with his hands, leaving me suspended there, caught in branches that hadn't been there moments before.

I looked down at him, to see his horns covered in a crown of flowers as he reached down to carefully slice my jeans off of the rest of my legs.

He pulled off my socks and shoes as well, and in moments I was naked from the waist down, feeling the soft breeze of the forest on my skin.

Lorthion had reverted to his satyr form, with fur on his lower legs and a wild look in his eyes.

He slid his hands up my bare legs, his claws melting back into fingers as his touch sent electricity racing through my skin, igniting my nerve endings so that all I could focus on was the feeling of his hands on me and the anticipation of what was yet to come.

I could feel wetness from between my legs, and his nostrils flared as his eyes focused on the thick patch of hair between my legs.

I bit my lower lip as I held onto the branches that supported me.

In a moment of my own wildness, I reached out with my legs, slinging them over his shoulders.

I used my heels on his back to drag him forward, planting his face against my mound.

He didn't need another invitation.

He pressed his face into me, his nose nuzzling through my hair as he found the slickness contained beneath.

His moan sent his hot breath against my sensitive parts, and then he tasted me.

He licked me, slow and exploratory, finding the different ways that I twitched and moved under his caress.

He chased my moans, following the waves of my pleasure as he coaxed me higher and higher.

Then one of his fingers found my opening.

I let out another gasp, my entire body tightening as he traced the scar tissue around the edge, finding the rough spot that was so sensitive.

He moved his mouth lower and tongued it, massaging the scar tissue with the flat of his tongue, rubbing against it until the stress left my body and I relaxed into his touch.

He moved back up to my pleasure center, circling it and sliding his finger inside of me, one, and then two, slowly working in and out of my wetness, finding the spongy spot inside of me that was connected to the nub between my legs.

Then I lost it, losing my sense of reality as the world exploded into pleasure and I found myself crying out his name as he brought me to my ecstasy.

The branches lowered me into his arms, and I let him take me, carry me over to a bed of soft moss.

He laid me down and then knelt there between my legs as I lay there like a limp noodle, my entire body infused with pleasure and delight.

My eyes raked down the hard lines of his abs, down to where his thick log lay now exposed on full display.

It was different than before, both in size and shape.

It was long, but not frighteningly so, and thick, but to the perfect amount, almost like he had taken my measurements and crafted a dick that would perfectly fit me and fill me up without any risk of discomfort.

There was a fleshy sheath that covered the length of him, coming to a tapered tip.

I pushed up on one elbow as I reached out, taking him in my hand.

He let out a low rumble, and if the heat of his eyes could light fires, the forest would burn down around us.

I slid my hand down his length, feeling how the loose skin around it let me rub him without dragging dry skin against skin.

I began to slide up and down with my hand, using his skin sheath to give him pleasure.

He stared down at me with hooded eyes, watching me touch him.

I found soft balls hanging down behind the shaft, and I gently caressed them.

The intensity of my own desire hit me like a lightning strike, and I said the first thing that came to my mind. "I want another baby," I told him.

He smiled at me, full of fire and love entwined.

"Become mine," he said. "Become my lady, be with me forever, so our children can grow in the safe haven of our protection and we can plant the seeds of as many young as you desire."

"All or nothing?" I asked him, my hand stilling.

"I will not seed a mortal," he said. "I will give you all the pleasure you desire, but I will not give you young unless you agree to be mine and take me to be yours."

I didn't know my heart could hold more, but in that moment it expanded to encompass the trust of the idea of us.

What he had told me when we first met wasn't just flippant words designed to get me to open up to him so he could use me and throw me away.

He wanted me then, and he wanted me now.

He knew from the moment we met that I was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his long life with, and he didn't take my hesitation as a rejection.

He took it as a challenge to show he was the man I needed him to be.

I was his love at first sight.

He was my love who took the time to prove himself.

"All it is," I told him. "Give me everything."

Then I leaned forward, tucking my knees under me as I put my mouth on him.

I slid my lips down his shaft, wetting him with my tongue up and down before I slid his skin back and found the tip of him.

He was salty and savory, like thyme slow-cooked in a rich broth, utterly delicious.

I ran my tongue around his tip, exploring him as he explored me.

I wrapped my lips fully around him and brought him into my mouth as I slid his skin along his shaft, gripping him tightly.

Then his hands were on my shoulders, pulling me away, lifting me up to kneeling.

"I will have you now," he growled.

"Then take me," I told him. "I've waited long enough."

With a growl, he flipped me over to my hands and knees, moving me around as if I weighed nothing.

I arched my back, thrusting my ass up at him as I looked back at him over my shoulder.

He was utterly fixated on me, his length in his hand as he rubbed the tip against my opening, mixing his lubricant with mine as he massaged his way through my opening, easing past the small bit of scar tissue at my opening.