Page 65 of Hearts of Stone

Chapter 38

Seneca

The goddess had indeed been kind to me in her choice of fated mate. Jade was… everything I’d been waiting for and more. I loved the way her body gave under mine, making me feel bigger, harder by contrast. Then there were those breasts. As she straddled my lap, they hung in my face, tempting me to bury my face in all of that plushness, never to come out. But I needed to hear it from her lips that this is what she wanted, not because she was my mistress, owed my loyalty due to the spell tying me to this house, but because of this.

She was mine, all mine and I needed to know if I was truly hers for this night.

“Yes.” She panted that out. “Yes, Seneca. Yes.”

I let out a pained groan, launching myself forward to take one nipple in my mouth, to feel that hard point pull tighter as I sucked. I flicked my tongue along the underside with each suck and felt her squirm in response. Her scent sweetened, becoming thicker, sharper as her arousal spiked.

And I was the one that caused it.

I needed more of it, that validation, so my free hand covered her other breast, plucking at that aching tip to get it ready for my ministrations when my mouth popped free.

And that’s when I felt the beginning of the aching coldness in my bones.

The sun was rising.

We had time, I bargained with myself furiously, some time, but not a lot and that had my hands, my tongue moving faster. It was as if I wanted to squeeze every drop of pleasure I could from her as fast as I could, but that’s not how it worked. She had her own pace, just like the sun did. And I had to try and work with both. I moved from one breast to the other, pulling back to blow over the sensitive flesh, to watch the way her areola crinkled in response, until Jade pushed backwards.

“Seneca…”

Her hands slid down my chest and, I admit, I might’ve popped the muscles there a little, to try and impress her with my strength. But whatever abilities I thought I might have, I lost track of all of them the minute her hand circled my shaft.

Dear gods…

My head was thrown back as I was lost in the sensation of it: her small fingers, unable to wrap entirely around my shaft, trailing up and down my hardened length. The pearls ached furiously, not easing as she worked them back and forth, and they wouldn’t, not unless I was buried within her. But I felt my seed rise, the pleasure spiking way too sharply, so that I was forced to grab her hand and stop her caress.

“Jade, I can’t… I’m too close.”

“So come,” she said, imperious as any master and that had me looking up at her with eyes that burned in my skull. “Don’t you want that? Seems like you’ve been waiting for it for so long.”

She was right of course, but the beastly side of my nature roared to the forefront, laying her on her back, my hands going straight to her pants.

“What I want is far more than spilling in your hand like a fledgling.” I flicked open the button and peeled the fabric down, but of course, once I had her jeans and shoes off, there was yet more clothing. “I need more than that.” I traced the line of her sweet underwear with my claw, unable to appreciate the confection of lace and satin, not when my goal was what lay beneath. “What I need…”

Words failed me as she shoved her thumbs into the waistband and then shimmied the scrap of fabric down and then all I could do was sit back on my heels, devouring her with my eyes.

Move, you idiot, I shouted at myself. I could feel the chill of stone rising, knew I didn’t have that long, but as Jade lay back on the bed, all I could do was watch her thighs part. Pink, sweet, glistening with a dew I knew I needed to lick away, she was so perfect.

“Um… everything OK there?” she asked, in a thin voice.

“A man might stand for some time before an artwork of some brilliance, yes?” I asked, but she just giggled in response.

My hands snapped out, holding her open when she went to close her legs. My thumbs pressed into the softness of her inner thighs and pushed them wider. I wanted, needed, to see everything. But as soon as I looked, I needed to touch, one claw grazing the little bundle of nerves the goddess had gifted to her purely for pleasure. Jade’s brows knitted, first with a touch of fear, if the slight souring of her scent was to be believed, then in pleasure, and her head fell back.

“Seneca…”

I wanted to slow this down, treasure each moment, but I couldn’t. The sun was rising, and my limbs were moving moreslowly, my joints were stiffer. I bit off the claws on two of my fingers and one thumb, then slid them through the slick mess between her legs. She was wet for me. Something inside me wanted to crow that to the steadily lightening sky, but for once I had a task to perform for a master that I was dying to complete. I felt her soft entrance, my fingers sinking into her opening as though sucked deeper, and then pushed in.

I knew what I was looking for, but not exactly where it was. It took some effort not to lose myself in the velvety suck of her cunt, but as I angled my blunt fingers up, I felt it. A swollen, rougher patch of skin, I raked my fingers across it and heard her moan in response. From Carrick’s smug expression throughout the night, I was willing to bet his pearls had pressed hard against it the previous night, rubbing and rubbing until Jade fell apart, which made her all the more receptive now. Her thighs widened, and her hips moved in time with my strokes, which had me moving down, keeping up the pace as I settled between her legs, my tongue snaking out and flicking across her clit the moment I got close.

Heaven, that’s what this was. A sweet, soft, slick warmth that I felt a need to bury myself in so deep, it almost drove out the growing cold of stone. I didn’t have much time so I pushed her, rather than be led by her reactions, testing her depths before pushing in a third finger.

“Ohh…!”

I felt her hips jump off the bed, heard her raspy breaths, but when she settled back down again, I knew I hadn’t given her too much; that it was just enough. “Seneca…” Her hands in my hair, I’d feel that long after the sun had risen. “Seneca…” Her moans would fill my ears as I drowsed. “Seneca!” My tongue moved of its own volition, flicking across her clit, faster and faster. Because each time I did, her body tightened, like a clock beingrewound. Her thighs quivered, shook with each flick, right up until she shoved me away.

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