Page 84 of Ulune's Daughter

“No.”

“Does your mouth need something to keep it busy?”

She shivers harder, her fingers digging in to keep from slipping, blood beading around the tips of her long fingernails.

“Please,” she whispers.

I press myself against her back, rubbing my cock along her wet slit, while I cup her face with my other hand and press my sticky thumb between her mouth.

She sucks me into both orifices. She’s so soft, her flesh so plush around mine. I groan and sink deep, pushing in until I feel resistance, pressing down her tongue until she whimpers. She grinds her cheek against the bedcovers. I press her against the edge of the bed with my weight and growl in her ear, “Fuck me.”

She swallows around my thumb, lifts her ass to me, and pushes back. I make her impale herself on me, not thrusting until I’m so close my vision’s full of spots. When I can’t hold back any longer, I slide my thumb out of her mouth, give her upraised cheek a small smack, and grab her hips. Then I hammer my way home, pounding into her while she squirms and keens. I’m shaking as hard as she is by the time my balls draw up and I explode in a dozen hot bursts. Panting, I collapse over her back, wrapping my arms around her so she’s not bearing my full weight. She moans softly with every exhale.

“Kellan, beautiful, are you okay?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She pats blindly backward until she can curl her hands around my hips and hold me to her. “I’m going to call you Jekyll.”

I chuckle. “Because I’m Hyde when I fuck?”

“You got it.”

“You took it like a champion.”

She lets out a long, low sigh, sounding very happy. “It was perfect.”

I kiss her cheek and lay mine against hers.

* * *

I wakefrom a strange dream about lying on the deck of a motorboat, crashing through rough water. When I have Water dreams, I’m usuallyinthe water.

I open my eyes and blink up at the shadowy ceiling. The light through Kellan’s curtains is just pearling toward dawn.

I reach for the warm body that was curled against mine all night. My hand slides across cool sheets.

I roll and meet pale green eyes.

I bolt upright, clutching the sheets to my chest like a Victorian maiden even though Law’s seen me naked plenty of times. Then I sneeze explosively as my motion stirs the lingering hex. That fucker.

He hisses at me lazily and runs a soothing hand down Kellan’s back. She’s sprawled across him, one arm looped around his shoulder, her face buried in his neck. Her back’s bare, her pale skin marbled gray in the morning light. The sheets and blankets loop like a sculpture’s drapery over her bottom half. The bedding rises and falls rhythmically.

It’s my turn to hiss, even as the bedding over my own lap tents. “I’m right fucking here!”

Law lifts an eyebrow. “So?”

“You’re fucking my girlfriend when I’m in the fucking bed!”

Law chuffs. “Mymateis fuckingme. You were in the bed when she rolled over, seeking my arms. You were in the bed when she climbed on top of me and demanded her due. And you were in the bed when I gave her the first of what will be several orgasms. You slept through it all. You’re useless to her.”

The urge to grab her away from him is so strong, my arms shake with it. But remembering how sore she was when we started, I control myself. I don’t want to tear her on his spines.Again.

“You are a fucking asshole.”

He stretches and slides an arm behind his head, keeping the other wrapped around Kellan. She’s panting, shuddering. Fuck, is she coming?

“Yes,” he says, in answer to my unasked question, his word tapering into a long moan. “And it’s magnificent.”

“If I woke her up right now, she’d try to kill you for raping her.”

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