Page 51 of The Redd Key (Bone Coven #1)
S earing me with a fiery stare, Cole grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I vaguely heard Ferran hiss in surprise before he hid deeper in the shadows underneath us.
“A little intense, huh?” I tried to tease, but my voice failed me and quivered. Cole stepped forward, using his leg to widen my thighs to stand between them. With a single finger, he tilted my chin upward at him. Shuddering, I was grateful because, if I stared directly ahead of me, I would have faced the already tight fabric of his pants, just an inch away.
Brushing a loosened strand of hair away from my cheek, he leaned in close. “Are you frightened?” His words made my skin sing, and I slowly glided my hands up his thighs, maintaining eye contact. His chest rose and fell as the grey irises of his eyes swirled like hurricanes. I felt my cheeks flush beneath his gaze as his hand on my chin dropped lower to my throat.
Thoughts escaped me as I bit my lip, stifling a moan that his touch elicited. “You don’t frighten me,” I murmured and leaned forward, pushing my throat into his palm with my nose lightly brushing against the roughness of his pants. I shifted even closer to the edge of the mattress. “No more than I frighten myself.” Intrusive thoughts of what the locket had made me do crept into my mind. Something flashed in his eyes, too quick for me to place.
Before I could figure out how easily Cole was able to cast such a spell over me, he knelt between my thighs, though I still had to look up to meet his gaze. “What did I tell you?” he spoke softly, as if responding to my thoughts. Instead of waiting for me to reply, he tightened his grip on my throat, tilting my head to the side. Cole’s breath was against my ear, sending a shiver through me. “You did nothing. That was not you, Raina.” And the way my name poured from his lips and his whispered words tickled my skin, an ache coiled inside my chest. He kissed the space beneath my ear, and while tilting my chin up further, he continued down my exposed neck and to my collarbone. My breath caught as he gently dragged the knuckles of his free hand over my hip and thigh.
Flames from his touch ignited my most intimate parts once again. I let my head roll in response to the feather-light kisses he trailed along my jawline. Shutting my eyes, images of my crimes flashed in my head. Too many days were lost while I wore the locket, but very clearly did I see the vision of Lydia’s mangled body in my mind. Her unnaturally bent limbs and curled fingers. All except the one pointing in the direction of her cold, widened eyes.
Pointing…
The realization escaped me the moment Cole’s knuckles skimmed the fabric of my leggings.
“Wet for me again?” Cole’s voice was hoarse, and he pressed in with both of his thumbs, one on my throat and the other on the peak of my sex, where he traced small circles. My mind was swirling. There was so much of this passion—what was happening between Cole and me. How we got to this point did not make any sense to me. But there was a part of me, deep inside, that knew exactly why, even if I wasn’t ready to face the truth. And from the look on his face, as if I was the first breath of air he had tasted after actually drowning, I lost myself completely.
Bringing myself back to the moment, I dragged my leggings down my thighs as Cole tugged me from my reverie—I was completely exposed to him. I gasped from the mixture of sensations as he gently squeezed and released my neck, teased the sensitive flesh of my thigh with kisses, and trailed his hand up my stomach. He released my throat only long enough for me to pull my sweater over my head as I suddenly became flushed with desire.
Naked, wet, and waiting, my fiery gaze followed his head dip as he nipped and licked everywhere but there . Then, with a final kiss, his mouth landed on my clit, and he absolutely worshiped me. He held me in place with his hand on my neck as my legs began to violently shake in response to the expert use of his tongue. Cole made a sound that rumbled from his chest and through his mouth onto me. The vibrations made me cry out.
“Fuck. Oh, Cole.” I involuntarily tried to lay back on the bed, but his grip firmed, and another wave of desire rolled through me, pooling between my thighs. With a single broad lick, Cole brought me to the edge of release. Continuing with little licks and sucking on my clit, he edged my entrance with one finger and then two, teasing the dripping wetness before plunging into me. His chokehold mangled the moan that escaped me, and I gave into all of it. My legs shook over and over with each of his precise movements, and release tore through me, causing my hips to rock against his mouth.
With my head spinning, it took me more than a few moments to realize Cole had flipped me over. Now, on my knees on the bed, I faced away from him. He slid a hand up my back before gliding his fingers down my spine. Unable to stop myself, my hips bucked in response as my ass dropped back toward where he still knelt. He planted both palms on my ass and gripped me hard. I took a deep breath now that my throat was free from his grasp, and a new wave of pleasure rolled through me with the increased oxygen intake.
“There is not a single thing I will not do to you, my perfect fucking Storm.” His voice was rough, raw with need . All at once, his fingers and mouth were in my slit, devouring and stroking every single part of me. “Fuck, Raina, I will never get enough of how sweet you taste,” and I moaned in response, gasping for air as the tension built in my core. It was becoming so tightly wound once more that I felt another orgasm quickly build.
Stretching a hand up my back, he held my shoulder, pulling at me in a way that made my back arch. I was fully exposed to him. I felt his head pull away and with a deep rumbling that came from his chest, his fingers pumped in and out of my wetness.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled, fucking me with his fingers, punctuating each syllable. Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder and through my loose strands of hair to watch him as he took me. My muscles tightened around his fingers as he stood. I swallowed hard, completely forgetting how to speak. His other hand shot out and gripped my hair, pulling my head up and back while his fingers kept a steady rhythm, causing me to rock against him. “I have waited lifetimes for you. Now,” he paused, slipping his fingers out to swirl around my clit, spreading my wetness. I trembled, moaning deeply at the surprise touch. “Who do you belong to?”
“Y—you,” I could barely speak as my eyes fluttered close, drowning in sensation.
“Good girl,” Cole purred. He slid his fingers back inside of me and released my hair. “That’s right.” His hand stayed in place, but I ached for the pace he maintained and rocked my hips so that I was fucking his fingers. “ Fuck ,” he hissed, and with that, the touching ceased. I almost collapsed on the bed from his sudden absence.
Blinking, I sat back on my heels, my wetness dripping from me and onto my feet and comforter. Without having to turn too far, I saw why Cole stopped. He took his shirt off and was unbuckling his pants. I throbbed at the sight of him, and fire replaced the blood in my veins. This man, weathered and fierce, beheld me as if I were the only thing that truly mattered in existence. Seeing how intensely he looked at me as he fisted his now freed cock took me right to the edge, and I was crazed with lust. I turned, crawling up the bed as he moved to lay back against the pillows.
“Come to me, and let me drown in all of your chaos, My. Fucking. Storm.” Cole grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up his body. I slid up his shaft and continued farther up, not stopping until I was seated and hovering over his face. I pressed my palms and forehead against the wall above the headboard as Cole ravished me, licking and sucking, and fucking me with his mouth.
Screams escaped me as I rolled my hips against his face. How he could breathe, I didn't have a fucking clue. All I knew was that this man beneath me so full of pain, anguish, and something worse—was completely consuming me and consumed by me. Pleasurable sounds echoed within him, resonating into me, and an unfamiliar noise escaped me.
“Oh god, Cole, you’re going to make me—” I couldn’t finish the thought. Cole’s mouth moved to the inside of my thigh where he bit down.
“Mmm, not yet, my pretty Storm.” His voice bit as hard as his teeth did. In a single motion, he slid further down the bed, licking my full length of wetness, and appeared behind me. Dragging his shaft through my slit, he leaned over me, flattening one palm against the wall and snaking his other arm around me to hold and tease one of my breasts. “Hold on to the fucking headboard.” And for the first time, I was frightened. Without any warning, Cole drove his thick hardness into me, and I immediately did what he said and dug my fingers into the bedframe. “That’s my good fucking girl. Mine.” Cole thrust into me, fully sheathing himself inside of me as I pushed out my ass to meet his movements. We kept a fast, primal pace, and the coil inside of me was wound up so tightly, I thought I was going to actually yelp from how badly I ached. The hand teasing my nipple slid up to my throat, and his rough skin made goosebumps erupt all over me.
Pushing off the wall, Cole then flattened his hand against my lower stomach, guiding me exactly where he wanted me to be as he thrust harder and deeper.
“I’m yours,” I screamed—tossing my head back while teetering on the edge of insurmountable release. “I am fucking yours.” Something happened after that declaration, and I felt Cole everywhere. Every stroke of his length inside of me, the searing pleasure of my warmth covering him…I felt what he felt. Just like we had in the cove.
“Yes, fuck, Raina.” Cole completely lost himself in me. The sounds Cole unleashed in response to how tightly I squeezed him as my pleasure peaked were my undoing. I screamed Cole’s name as release tore wildly through me, while Cole lost control. He came as orgasmic waves pulsed through me, pulling him under with me. I felt the heat of our release spill from me, making me shudder against him as the fire in me refused to die.
Reluctantly, he moved away from me, pulling me down onto the bed with him. He never released me, snaking his arms around my center and pulling my back against him. For a long while, we just laid there completely still, other than our chests heaving as our hearts stopped their chaotic waltzing. The sun had completely risen, and the crimson rays broke through the curtains, catching in Cole’s deep grey eyes. His eyes searched mine, and I felt something swell in my chest.
“Where did you come from?” He purred the question I once asked him. His voice was soft, and his mouth tightened as if something pained him. His fingers brushed tiny hairs away from my face, and he held me. A thumb caressed my bottom lip, and my eyes lowered to his. I wanted to kiss him, devour him, and even though he just tore me apart and left me in a happy puddle, I craved more. I moved to do as much, but a smirk slid across his lips, and he tsked. “Maybe I have underestimated you.” His voice was languid, and his hand slid down my cheek, lower to cup my breast. He nuzzled his nose against my throat and said, “Maybe I should be frightened of you ,” as his other hand slid against the slick space between my thighs, and I shuddered. I lost track of all time.