Page 52 of Starve
A soft whine leaves me when I feel his tip against the back of my throat, and I shiver, even as Cairo’s hand moves back to my hair where he scrapes affectionately at my scalp. “That’s my good little bird,” he purrs, voice rumbling in his throat. “You look so good on your knees. I’ve wanted you there for so long. Come on, pretty girl.” Leaning against the wall, he arches his hips until he can sink further into my mouth, making me thankful I don’t have much of a gag reflex considering how big he is.
His hand tightens as he pulls back, holding me in place. Holding meexactlywhere he wants me. There’s something hot about that. At being his toy here in the shower, where he’s being oh-so-careful not to hurt me when we both know he could rip me apart without any effort at all.
Never in my life could I have imagined being a monster’s toy like this.
Now I don’t think I could find anything more satisfying.
I can feel the strength and control in his grip as he languidly rolls his hips forward to fuck my mouth. Cairo is so measured, even as his breath hisses through his teeth, and my thighs tense under me, heat pooling between my thighs at the weight of him on my tongue and the sheer control he has over everything.
“You like being down there.” It isn’t a question, and his words are slurred a little as they pass his fangs. “Fuck, youlovebeing down there for me, little bird. You can’t deny it when I can smell it. Come on,” he goads. “Touch yourself for me. Do something useful with your hands.” His eye contact is almost overwhelming, but I can’t stop myself from doing as he says. Even though I’d rather have his hands, his mouth, or his cock, I slide my finger along my slit, releasing a soft whimper at the smooth glide from the shower and my arousal.
I’ve never been one to find this hot. But then again…no one can ever compare to Cairo. A soft sigh leaves me as I relax a little, teasing my clit with my fingers as he continues to thrust down my throat. Another sound leaves me when he thrusts harder, though he murmurs comfort and filthy praise with his eyes shining, glittering in the dark. There’s nothing human about his face from this angle, with the glitter of his teeth and the shine of his inhuman eyes.
But that’s absolutely part of the appeal. His claws continue to scrape against my scalp, not hurting me, but I still know it’s a possibility. I can’t do anything but behiswith him looming over me like this, though he’s so relaxed and languid against the wall. When he pulls out of my mouth with an appreciative sigh, I immediately shift on my knees, licking a trail of water up his inner thigh until I can nuzzle and lick at his cock playfully, teasingly.
“You’re begging to get hurt, little bird,” Cairo sighs softly, brushing his hands against the sides of my face, his thumbs trailing over my cheekbones. “You’re going to make me lose control.”
“Then lose control,” I breathe, kissing the tip of his cock. “You think I mind?”
His grin turns a little less friendly, and he tilts his head to the side. “I think you’re arrogant. You’d regret me taking you like the monster I am.” That does nothing to cool down my body. If anything, it makes me arch my hips into my hand, causing my breath to hitch when I continue to tease my clit while he watches.
“Such a pretty, gorgeous thing,” Cairo purrs. “Get your mouth back on my cock, Fern. I want to come in your mouth and watch you swallow all of it.” It’s not a request, and he doesn’t give me a chance to consider it. With one hand at the base of his length and the other back in my hair, he slips his cock backinto my willing, open mouth while I remember how to breathe through my nose.
Fuck,it’s so much hotter than it has any right to be. He never slams down my throat, or speeds up his rhythm. He just fucks my face with the same controlled dominance and restrained power as he whispers and hisses half-slurred praises under the spray of the shower.
Cairo lasts until I’m arching my hips consistently against my fingers and making sounds of pleasure against him. Then, without warning, his fingers tighten against my scalp and he drags my face closer, until my nose is pressed to his skin and his cock is buried down my throat so far I feel tears in my eyes. I whimper, barely able to breathe, but he holds me there while growling and giving soft, snarled noises while he rocks his hips against my face.
I feel his cock swell and pulse, and though I can’t taste it, I feel his release in my throat, prompting me to swallow around him. He shudders at that, head thrown back, and holds me there while he rides out his release. I want to tease him, to lick at his skin, but all I can do is hollow my cheeks and swallow around him again until he’s snarling and suddenly yanking me to my feet, instead of keeping me on my knees.
“Such a fucking brat when you want to be,” he chuffs, spinning me and dragging me against him so my back presses to his chest. I gasp at the quick motion, worried about his wounds as the water starts going cold. But he doesn’t let me voice my concerns, just grabs my face in one hand, turning my head and forcing my face to his. He kisses me long and deep while two fingers plunge into my pussy so quickly my knees nearly buckle with pleasure. He’s so good at knowing how to get me off. Just like the other night, within minutes I’m sagging against Cairo, and his arm is the only thing holding me up while he fingers me.
“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs in my ear, spreading my pussy with two fingers and using the other to run his fingers along my slit. “Will you come for me, little bird? On my fingers like you did on my cock?” His middle finger finds my clit unerringly, teasing and stroking, until I’m a mess in his arms. He kisses me again before I can say anything, and this time I can feel his tongue tasting and teeth nipping my mouth.
He’s way too good at this.
I sob and thrash against him, wordless, and only manage a keen against his mouth as his fingers play with my nipples and I come without much more effort.
There’s definitely something supernatural aboutthisaspect of Cairo as well. That’s the only thing I can think of as he rubs my slit and I pant my way back from oblivion. “You’ll…stay…” I pant, leaning back against him and trying to stay away from the worst of his wounds, even if he doesn’t seem to care about them. “You’ll stay tonight, right?”
Before he can reply, I turn to meet his gaze, and something softens on his face as it becomes more human. He sighs and leans down to lick my cheek, one hand splayed across my stomach as he reaches out to turn off the water before it’s completely cold instead of just tepid.
“Yeah, little bird,” he huffs out. “I’ll stay. For now.”
Chapter 21
I don’t wantto leave him.
Though I feel like such a creep right now.
Sitting on the bed with my legs crossed under me, I rest my weight on my elbows even while I roll Moro’s ears between my fingers, thumbs stroking at the soft fur. She’s still half asleep, breathing deeply while surreptitiously worming her way closer and closer to my warm spot that I’ll be leaving behind when I commit to getting up.
But I can’t stop staring at Cairo, who’s well and truly sleeping for the first time that I’ve seen. Even when he stayed over before, I wasn’t convinced he slept. But with his lips parted softly and his eyelashes fluttering with dreams, or maybe nightmares, he looks sohumanin my bed. His sharp teeth are barely visible, and his inhumanly dark, reflective eyes are hidden from me under the sweep of his long lashes.
I can’t help watching him. While I don’t consider myself some kind of creepy stalker who watches the guy I fucked while he sleeps the next morning, I still can’t tear my eyes away. At least until he sighs, and his mouth quirks up into a soft, rueful grin.
“You’re being weird, little bird,” Cairo murmurs sleepily, reaching one arm out toward me across the bed until he can brush my thigh. “Don’t you think it’s a little obsessive of you to watch me while I sleep?” The white of the bandages I applied to the worst of his wounds is, at least, still pretty clean.
“I’ve only been doing it for like a minute,” I lie, not wanting to admit it’s been longer than that. His claws skim against my skin, and his smile widens.
