Page 36 of Night’s Fall (The Four Realms #1)

“Aleksei,” I moaned, plunging my hands into his hair.

He sucked, licked, scraped his teeth on one and squeezed, twisted and pulled with the other.

So good.

So, so good.

And then he switched.

Gods.

Beautiful torture.

I was mindless, squirming, my fingers fisted in his thick, soft hair, my other hand seeking, demanding, tugging at clothing.

Begging.

He pulled away and I gasped audaciously at his loss.

Then I watched as he stood at the side of the bed, yanked off his shirt, pulled down his jeans, exposing the total fullness of his beauty, leaving me quivering. He reached in and dragged my pants down my legs, taking my panties with them.

He tossed them aside, dipped low while his big hands ran up the backs of my thighs, lifting them, spreading them.

And then his mouth was on me.

Oh yes.

So good.

So, so good .

I arched fully, driving myself into Aleksei’s lapping, gorging mouth.

“Yes, by the gods, yes ,” I breathed, coming up to my elbows and nearly climaxing at seeing his dark head working between my thighs, his big tan hands curled around the pale skin at the juncture of my hips, pulsing me into his hunger.

I reached out and clutched his hair to claim him, hold him to me, and he kept working me even as he tipped back and the deep-violet topaz that had taken over his eyes fired through me.

Our gazes locked as I gripped his hair, he gripped my hips and fed from me, brazenly, downright pornographically, like we were daring the other to look away.

And then with all he was doing, giving, demanding, I couldn’t. The climax was speeding toward me.

My eyes drifted half-mast, my head was about to fall back.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grunted into my flesh. “ Look at me.”

With effort, I focused on him.

“Honey,” I begged.

He lapped agonizingly, gloriously, back to front while I watched.

Oh my gods .

“Watch me eat you,” he ordered.

My entire body trembled.

He kept at me. “ You don’t come until my cock is driving inside you.”

His hands seized my hips like a marauder seizing his loot, pulsing me into his mouth.

“Watch me,” he growled into my wet.

I watched.

His eyes locked to mine, he ate.

I watched.

He tongue fucked me.

I watched, whimpering, and quivering.

He scraped my clit with his teeth.

I gasped and shuddered.

He surged up, clamping his hands behind my knees, rolling them back, positioning, and with our eyes still secured, I felt the head of his cock search, stretch, probe.

I caught my lip between my teeth.

A predatory sound rumbled out of his chest and settled over me like chains.

I was his.

He was mine.

But right now, I was his .

He thrust, filling me.

Oh yes.

I was his .

I cried out, my eyes fluttering closed, my entire body arching, my pussy accommodating, taking all of him.

“Laura,” he clipped, my name harsh, guttural.

Magic .

I righted my head, opened my eyes and saw the most cruelly beautiful sight I had ever seen.

And then it got better as I watched Aleksei fuck me.

I panted, clutched the sheets, rocked with his thrusts.

He hiked my knees higher, spread them wider.

“Feel us,” he grunted.

Oh, I felt us.

Even so, I reached out, scraping my nails along his ridged abs, watching him grit his teeth, the muscle jump in his jaw, feeling the power I had over him, clutching his cock with my pussy as it drove into me.

I sifted through the curls at its base and felt the wet, hot, silken steel shaft brand me inside.

And it was…

It was…

Why I’d been born.

“Yes, bissi tressa ,” he encouraged gently.

Given permission (thankfully), I finally let go, cried out, drove down onto his cock and exploded.

Reaching the stars.

And they were all mine.

Aleksei gave me the stars.

“ Fuck yes ,” he groaned, dropping his weight to mine, clasping a hand at the back of my neck and one at my hip to hold me steady as he rode me, drilled me, and then he planted himself deep, and for the second time in my life, I heard a dragon roar.

His big body shuddered powerfully and then collapsed on mine.

His weight was great, but I could do nothing but accept it gladly.

I wound my limbs around him.

Coming back to myself, I felt how big he was, how much I had to stretch to accommodate his size. I throbbed between my legs, feeling used, even abused.

And I fucking treasured it.

“Um, thanks for the flowers and candlelight,” I mumbled.

Aleksei huffed a laugh against my neck, then nuzzled there and shifted some of his weight to a forearm.

I stroked his hair.

Because I could.

I played with a curl at the end.

Also because I could.

With my other hand, I traced the tips of my fingers down the hollow of his spine.

Ditto on the because I could.

His lips came to my ear.

“I fuck hard, darling,” he whispered.

“I didn’t miss that, drahko ,” I replied.

He lifted his head and looked down at me.

Lilith, he was beautiful.

And mine, mine, mine .

I moved my hand to his jaw, ran a thumb through the hollow below his cheekbone, across his luscious lower lip.

Yes, because I could.

“ Bissi .”

I gazed into his eyes.

The violet was gone.

I missed it.

“But I’ve never fucked that hard. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Dandy.”

“Certain?”

“What about me in the melted pile of female you’ve made of me indicates I’m not one hundred percent preening that I landed a mate who fucks like a rocket.”

Aleksei started chuckling.

Way, way, way the best way to hear and feel him do that .

“You’re remaining hard,” I whispered with no small amount of surprise.

“That’s new too,” he whispered back. “ I could fuck you again right now.”

Oh my .

“Seems this mate thing might ultimately have some bonuses,” I noted.

“Seems like,” he teased.

“Are we going to do that?”

“Are you going to be honest with me and tell me the actual state I’ve left of your pretty pink cunt?”

I darted my eyes side to side.

His hand still curled around my neck squeezed. “ Laura .”

I looked at him. “ Okay , she might need a wee break.”

Instantly, but gently, slowly, and mind-bogglingly sweetly, he slid out.

He then fell to his back, but he pulled me around and tucked me to his side.

This very much worked.

New terrain.

I trailed my fingertips over the swells, peaks and valleys of his chest.

“You’re very easily seduced,” he told the ceiling.

I tipped my head back to look at him.

He dipped his jaw down to catch my eyes.

He looked satisfied, even arrogant.

It was hot.

“Don’t annoy me,” I warned. “ It might mess with my enjoyment of the pot roast you made me.”

He immediately assumed an offended expression that wasn’t entirely playful.

“Prime rib roast, darling,” he corrected.

I smiled at him. “ But of course.”

He drifted his hand to the cheek of my bottom, but he simply cupped it before he said with a warning tone, “ We have plans tonight, Laura .”

Of course, he’d steer us back to that.

I sighed. “ We do.”

He narrowed his eyes. “ You didn’t throw yourself at me to avoid them, did you?”

I made a mental note to load that in my arsenal for the future.

He squeezed my behind. “ I saw that.”

I focused on him. “ Saw what?”

“You filing that away for future use.”

“I would never play those kind of games,” I sniffed (and lied).

He pulled me fully onto his chest and then tucked my hair behind my ears.

A lot of it still fell to curtain our faces anyway, but it was sweet how he did that.

“One thing that’s good to know. My creature and I are both a lot less tense, not only now that you’re home, but now that I’ve had you.”

Not seemingly able to get enough of him, my fingertips trailed his jaw, then his neck, the column of his throat, his collarbone.

They did that as I said, “ That’s good.”

He wrapped his arms around me, gave me a squeeze, and said, “ All right, darling. Let’s go eat.”

And part two of me wishing we could stay in bed.

But this was us.

Now and forever.

I needed to know his.

He needed to know mine.

Once it was done, it could be done.

And we could get on with it.

So might as well get it done.

Even if it was going to suck.

Though, luckily, once it was done, we could go back to bed.