Page 51 of Of Sockets Of Stitches (Unworldly City #4)

I unbuttoned the tailored vest, exposing my breasts, which were no longer stitched on, though I would always be made of the skins of fifty mothers. “You will take me, for I have said that I will take you however you are.”

I leaned forward and pressed a line of kisses against the chalky skin of his neck. I arched to rub my breasts against his chest.

“Be careful what you ask for,” he growled, then he shoved my head into a savage arch to scrape his teeth over my pulse. If I had still possessed stitches, there was no doubt that they might have been torn away.

He left my vest on, but flipped me face down on the stone. My pants were ripped free and my undergarments, too, and then his knee was in the dip of my back as he parted my cheeks and worked a finger in my ass.

I gasped at the sudden entry, then hissed encouragement too. So long. So long since he had been in me. Not his fingers and his tongue. I wanted the whole of him. Since he had last filled me, desperation to repeat the act had fevered my slumber.

I wiggled my hips, and See drew out his finger only to plunge a second finger in. He delivered a stinging slap to my ass, and I cried out. His two fingers slid past the second knuckle, and this was apparently the sign that he should add more.

I moaned as he added a third finger and rocked them in and out in a bid to get them inside me and past the second knuckle too. When that failed to happen, See pulled his hand free.

I groaned, trying to arch in invitation for more, but his knee in the dip of my back was unyielding.

“You like me robbed of reason,” he snarled, and the air crackled in answer. “You like me touching you when I can barely stand it.”

I do.

After a last few savage plunges of his fingers, See stood and a claw of power yanked me upward until my ass was to his face.

I dangled upside down, and words left me as his tongue replaced his fingers. Growls ripped from him as he devoured me. See fell to his knees soon enough, his power still holding me upside down—like a discarded toy. That was what he wanted me to believe. But I had meant what I said.

I would take whatever he would give me in our last moments because I knew what was really there.

He turned until my head was pressed against the olden rock, and as See feasted, he fucked the back of my head, shoving my cheek into the rock until I could feel its pattern etched in my skin.

He pulled his hips back, only to spin me in the air, and then a begging scream was drawn from me as his lips and tongue sieged my entrance. He worried his teeth on my clit.

“ More! ”

I needed more.

With frantic hands, I ripped at his trousers to free his cock. I groaned at the warmth and smoothness, then wrapped my lips around the tip.

See drew back and shoved his cock into my throat.

Slammed against the olden rock once more, I choked around his length, gripping at the fronts of his pants. But if he expected me to push him away, I would leave him sorely disappointed.

See slammed forward again, and I relaxed my throat and tongue to admit him, though I could not stop the choking sounds that filled the air. He liked them. Loved them. The sounds of me struggling.

He moaned, then slapped my clit out of anger. At himself and me. For he was chasing pleasure with the person who had killed his brother mere hours ago .

I bit back a moan, then cried out when he returned his mouth to cover the sting. “See!”

He fucked my throat, clearly trying to quieten me and forget.

See bellowed his rage, shoving his cock in my mouth and keeping it there. I gagged and coughed, but I would not push him away. My jaw ached and saliva dripped over my eyes and through my hair.

See roared at the grayscale sky, and with a last brutal shove into my mouth, he pulled free. I slid into a heap by the olden rock, panting.

My prince looked out over the haze, standing on the edge.

I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his torso, as much as possible. I trailed kisses over his back as he shook.

Lust rumbled like an earthquake in me, but I held it in check to hold See close.

“I will miss you, brother,” See whispered to the haze.

And then he turned to grip my jaw and tilt my face to his. His lips set against mine, and though a firmness remained in the press of them, I felt more urgency and despair than fury now.

I held his shoulders, then jumped slightly to wrap my legs around his waist.

He did not release my mouth as he entered me. I sank down his length, pulling up again to sink down in a rhythm that was slower and not designed to hurt, but to heal.

“Why do you plague me?” He moaned into my neck.

I answered by wiggling further down the length of his cock. See spun us to press me against a pillar around the edge of the tower.

I whispered, “You are mine for eternity.”

His eye was filled with sadness that I knew would not remain for long. Whether a month or a year or ten, See would forgive me because he must. Because our destiny and hearts were shared.

See withdrew, and then pressed into me. Further than I had sunk down onto him. He scooped hands under my thighs to pull them wider, and I panted as See entered me completely.

We both moaned and shook in each other’s arms. This moment of him filling me had been hard won. Now here we were, the last two monsters.

And there was only us. For the first and last time in our romance. There was only us.

See pressed his forehead against mine, and I gripped the back of his neck. He withdrew and slid forward. He set the rhythm that we needed but could maintain.

I gripped the hair at the base of his neck, and he nipped along my neck—signs of agitation, for what we were doing no longer satiated all that it had.

“More, my prince,” I whispered.

He straightened my legs to bring them over one of his shoulders, then angled deeper. My eyes rolled to stare at the grayscale sky as my body tightened.

He ordered, “Let go, my darkness.”

I did.

On a sigh, I did, and my body trembled for an age while See held me aloft. He held me there when all energy drained from me. He slid from me and drew us to the ground.

See sat on the edge. If he had dropped me, I would have tumbled in a happy heap to crash upon the pawns and mothers below.

I looked into his milky eye as he set the tip of his cock at my ass. A low groan tugged from me as I lowered, and a satisfied hum tugged from him.

He circled my still throbbing entrance, and then hooked two fingers inside.

My eyes widened as he plunged forward with his fingers, and then retreated, only to press forward with his cock in my ass.

I clutched his arms. “My prince!”

He smirked. “My queen. ”

His fingers and cock took turns to enter me. So full. Just at the very edge of what I could tolerate—just as we sat on the very edge of my tower.

See removed his fingers, then paused me at the tip of his erection. “You do it.”

“Do what?” I slurred, still trapped in the languidness of recent climax.

He waited in silence, until my thoughts cleared.

We both wanted the same thing.

I shoved aside my instincts and slammed down his length, right to the base. His yell intertwined with my gasp, and then we were undone. I took from him, and he took from me.

Heat filled my body. He was swelling within me, just like I recalled.

In one smooth movement, See pulled from my ass to shove into my entrance, and I was undone.

His roar filled my ears. His cock filled me. Wrapped around each other, united in this way again at last.

Tears pressed from my eyes, and I tipped my head forward to press my face against his chest. His arms came around me, and he rested his cheek against the top of my head.

We were together.

He would forgive me.

And no matter what came after, whether ruin claimed our immortality forevermore, we had chosen our own end.