Page 61 of Queen Crow

I’d wiped down, obviously, because I’m not a heathen, but all of the movement definitely means I need a shower, pronto.

Atticus is waiting in my room.

I smile at him but don’t say a word as I walk straight into the bathroom and climb into the shower. I get through my first scrubbing down before he appears in the doorway, that same scowl still on his face. I try not to preen under it though because there’s something deeply satisfying about his glowering when it’s about Aodhan fucking me.

He notices because he notices every little thing about me, always. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this, Avery, because I’m not going to back down.”

My toes curl at the dark depths of his tone. “I’m fully prepared for the two of you to wage war across my body.”

His eyes narrow and he snaps the shower door open. “Out. Get on the bed, Avery.”

Goosebumps explode across my skin at the demand in his voice because there is no compromise there, no chance for me to say no to him. There’s only submitting to every last one of his desires and trusting that he’s going to make me enjoy every second of the ride.

I move to grab a towel and he stops me, his button-up shirt half unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The stark difference between the two of us, him well-dressed and me naked and wet, is perfect, and it doesn’t matter that I’ve already come three times—I need more.

I need more from him.

I also need to convince them to fuck me together, but that’s a battle to be waged later.

I wait for him to take me into his arms or maybe to wrap a towel around me and dry me off himself, but that’s not the man with me tonight. That’s not who he is after watching me come apart on another man’s cock.

His hand comes up to brush my hair away from my face, drifting down my neck until it comes to wrap around my throat.

My pussy throbs between my legs, my mouth dropping open as his fingers tighten and then he’s backing me out of the room and up to the bed as his fingers flex around my throat in little pulses. I would’ve never really considered breath play on a list of things I wanted to try, but there’s something addictive about the way that my brain just… stops.

There’s nothing but the fire in his eyes for me to focus on when he’s controlling the very air in my lungs like he is. The ultimate control, something I would never hand over willingly, to have him take it like this has my body just melting for him.

I want everything from him, every controlling inch of him on me and in me and destroying me. I want him with a desperation that rocks me to my core.

He takes me down to the bed, his hand finally dropping away from my throat as I gasp for air, stars bursting across my vision already. If this is the intensity I’m going to have from him tonight, I might die a very happy death.

“Close your eyes, Avery.”

I whimper, mostly because I desperately want to watch him this time, and the molten look from the bathtub flashes into my mind. I want that. I want the controlling but the tenderness this time too.

“You’ll come when I tell you to, and if you’re good, I’ll let you watch me come. Now shut your eyes.”

I squeeze them shut, ready for him to tie me down or fuck my face, ready for whatever rough claiming he has for me, but I’m not at all ready for him to chase the water drops on my body with his tongue.

I’m not prepared for him to taste every inch of my skin, lapping over my nipples and the valley between my breasts, then working his way down my body until he’s biting at my thighs, his tongue dipping into my pussy.

He’s making me his all over again and the moment I feel his tongue on my clit I want to come, the words falling out from between my lips, “Please, please, I need to come.”

He doesn’t answer me, doesn’t say yes to my begging, instead he slips his fingers inside my pussy as he eats me out, getting them wet before he slips them out and back into my ass like he’s writhing with jealously that it was another first Aodhan got to have with me.

Still he doesn’t give me permission to come and my legs are practically vibrating as I clench my teeth in desperation, every inch of my body tense as I hold it back.

He pushes and pushes, driving me higher and higher, and when he finally murmurs against my skin, “Come now, Floss,” I shatter, my vision whiting out as I come so hard that I lose feeling in my toes.

Before I have a chance to recover, he climbs back up my body, one hand tweaking my nipple in a harsh pinch. “Open your eyes, Avery.”

Tears I didn’t realize were falling stream down my face and he watches them with that same dark pleasure he had when he watched Aodhan fuck me into the floor, a finger buried in my ass and his cock in my pussy as he stroked my orgasm out of me.

I gasp when his hand comes around my throat again and tightens. The deprivation heightens everything, his touch burning into my skin like he’s branding me, his fingerprints covering me until there’s no question of his claim to me.

It’s as though he’s trying to prove that to us both.

Then I watch as he wraps his other hand around his cock, stroking himself as his eyes roam over my body. I whimper, desperate to touch him and make him feel every bit of pleasure he has given me, but he shakes his head at me the minute my hands reach for him.