Page 28 of Heir of Broken Souls (HOBF #3)

Chapter 28

Knox

A s Naia unceremoniously dumps Delilah onto the ship, along with a bucket of water, Delilah springs up onto her feet, seething. “Ugh! I can’t do this! It’s too frustrating!”

At the snorts at our backs, Delilah’s blue eyes flare with golden fire, and the chuckles fall to silence.

With just a wave of my hand I evaporate the water from her clothes, but instead of a thank you like I’d thought I’d get, she scoffs and yells, “What’s the point of that? I’m just going to fall to the water again.”

An idea comes to mind, one that has me grinning. Before she can utter a word, I wrap my hand around hers and lead her to the other end of the top deck, toward the stairs.

“Come with me,” I declare, leaving no room for argument.

I can feel her hesitancy along the bond, along with her curiosity.

Once we’re striding down the hall and she sees exactly where I’m leading her, her curiosity turns outright to confusion. I fling open our bedroom door and slam it shut a moment later.

“Are we done for the day?” she asks hesitantly, looking around the room for her answers.

“Not exactly.” I move her to face the king-size bed and stand behind her. Goosebumps trail down her arms as I brush a tantalizing kiss at the nape of her neck. “You need to start trusting yourself.”

“I do trust myself.”

“Not enough to fly,” I murmur against her ear, a wicked grin spreading across my face when she shivers. I lower my voice to a dark rumble and drink in her small gasp. “You need to start listening to your body .”

Trailing a lone finger from the tips of her fingers all the way up to her shoulder, I ask, “How does this make you feel?”

Her swallow is audible. “You know how it makes me feel.”

“Wrong.” I repeat the movement on her left arm, noting the way her body coils tightly. “How does it make you feel?”

“Alive.”

My brow quirks at that. “Good.”

Gently placing my hands on her hips, I move my body flush with hers, watching as her chest rises and falls rapidly. I place my right hand on her stomach, and then ever so slowly trail it up her body, until her head is tilted back, resting on my chest. “And how does this make you feel?”

“Warm,” she breathes.

I gently take her hands in mine, lifting her arms above her head. “And this?”

Her eyes fall closed and she arches backward, bucking her ass into my groin.

It takes everything in me not to groan.

“It makes me want more.”

I commit her resounding whimper to memory . Her eyes fly wide open as I take a step back and sit on the bed, leaning back on my elbows. “Then step into your power. Trust yourself, listen to your body, and take what you need.”

She seems to understand now. “Are you trying to teach me how to fly with sex?”

“Absolutely.” I wink at her. “I figured it could also relieve some of your pent-up tension.”

“H-how is this meant to help me?”

“You’re not listening to what your body is telling you. You’re letting everything around you control the outcome.” As her mouth pops open, I quirk a brow. “What better way to take control?”

She eyes me skeptically and yet I can see the heat in her gaze, the flush in her cheeks, the rise and fall of her chest.

She wants this.

Desperately.

She just needs a little push.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I lift it over my head, not hiding my smile at her sharp intake of breath. I lean back once more and grin wickedly. “Do your worst, Angel.”

My shadows rub up against her golden tendrils along the bridge, purring like a cat. But her power dances back, snaking around mine. The fusion of it makes the bond between us pull taut, singeing as it burns with such passion I have to clench my fists to stop myself from reaching out to her.

This is all about Delilah.

Her breath hitches, and the flush along her cheeks spreads down her neck.

I don’t say anything, and I don’t move.

Delilah has spent all her life out of control, her fate thrust in the hands of everyone but herself. It’s no wonder she doesn’t trust herself to fly. Hopefully, I’m incentive enough for her to take what she wants.

She steps forward hesitantly before steely determination fills her eyes. I bite the inside of my cheek.

And then she goes and does the unexpected.

She kneels before me.

Not moving an inch, as if she was a wild horse and I was terrified of spooking her, my lids droop as Delilah leans forward, lowers my trousers, and grips the length of me in her hand.

Just the touch of her warmth has my head tipping back with a groan. She must like the reaction she elicited because excitement buzzes down our bond, along with something that has my head snapping up.

Delilah lowers her face, a cheeky grin spreading wide as her tongue darts out and licks the length of me. Fisting the bed sheets, I can’t help the moan that tumbles from my lips, or the precum that drips.

When she takes me in her mouth, it feels like I’ve died and joined the archangels.

Seeing Delilah on her knees before me, finding pleasure as she services me, is the epitome of peace and tranquility. And it takes all my willpower to withhold myself from thrusting in that perfect mouth of hers.

Delilah’s eyes lift, staring into my soul as she licks and sucks the length of me. My chest heaves, my fingers shake, and I gently cup her head, feeling the strands of her long hair flutter through my fingers.

Delilah moves then, squirming and rubbing her legs together, and that’s when I smell it. She’s aroused. My beautiful mate is on her knees before me and she is aroused.

The groan that leaves my lips is so loud and visceral I snap a silencing shield around the room. I can’t hold myself back anymore. I thrust, gently and slowly, but when Delilah hums around my length, nothing can stop me from taking her mouth.

“Look at you,” I groan. “So fucking beautiful.”

Delilah’s eyes close as her hand pulls away from my shaft and snakes between her thighs. She plunges her fingers inside, and her moan fills the room, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. I have to fist her hair to stop myself from taking control.

Her movements grow frenzied, wild, until she finally snaps open her eyes, pulls back until my tip pops out of her mouth, and shoves my chest with such force I’m suddenly sprawled on my back on the bed.

Before I can orientate myself, Delilah’s clothes are gone, leaving her in all her beautiful, naked glory as she hops on to straddle me. She gives me no warning before plunging herself down on my length.

The grunt that escapes me is more a cry of pleasure as Delilah throws her head back and rides me, grinding her beautiful pussy against me.

I can’t not touch her.

Not when she’s like this.

Not as the ecstasy of her pleasure overrides everything, as she finally takes control of what she feels within herself.

“Fuck, Angel. That’s it, baby, take what you need.”

My hands grip her hips punishingly but I can’t stop. Can’t stop watching her. Can’t stop touching her.

Sliding my hands up her body, I tweak her nipples, biting my tongue as a new wave of wetness pools between her thighs. Her hands fall over mine, urging me to continue my touch on her breasts.

“I’ve never seen you more beautiful,” I whisper gutturally.

She keeps up the relentless rocking pace of her hips as she claims my lips, our moans dancing together, drinking each other’s fill. I wrap my hand around her head and hold her to me, the other free hand sliding down her back, leaving goosebumps in the trail until I spank her ass and a gasp tumbles from her lips.

“So perfect,” I say between kisses.

“I need more,” she pleads.

“Take it. Take it all, Angel,” I groan. “I’ll give you everything, I’ll give you the world, you just have to take it.”

Ripping herself away, Delilah climbs off me, a pained whimper leaving my lips at the loss of her but in the next breath she spins, sitting down on top of me once more but facing away. She leans back, now flushed with my front as I moan into her ear at being inside her again.

Leaning around me, she grabs my hands, placing one on her neck and the other on her pussy.

“Touch me,” she begs.

She doesn’t have to ask twice.

Her hips rock again, moving back and forth at such a hard pace I know I’m not going to last long. Catering to her wishes, my fingers strum over her swollen clit, while the hand she placed on her neck squeezes gently. The moan that leaves her steals my breath away.

Delilah’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her hot heavy pants coming in fast as the rhythm of her hips increases.

“Are you going to come for me, Angel?” I whisper low in her ear.

Her eyes are closed in pure ecstasy but she nods furiously. “Yes! Yes!”

“Are you going to come around my cock?”

“Yes, please, please,” she whimpers. “I want it all. Make me come, Knox, please make me come.”

Turning her chin to the side, I capture her lips in a tantalizing kiss, pouring my everything into it. It’s brutal, filled with such passion that the heat pooling in my body coils tightly. Moving my hand from her neck to her breast, I tweak her nipple relentlessly as the pace of my fingers on her clit picks up, and when her body tenses atop mine, I rip my lips away and sink my canines into her neck, claiming her.

Delilah’s scream is music to my ears. Her body convulses, and she comes around my cock so furiously the feel of it, and the taste of her blood in my mouth, tips me over the edge. My hips slam upwards with a feral growl one last time before I freeze, jerking slightly as I come.

It takes a moment for the high to settle, for our heaving chests to slow, and once they do, Delilah falls limp in my arms. “I like listening to my body,” she breathes.

A burst of laughter leaves me. “So do I, Angel. So do I.”