Chapter 190
I find an angry-looking scrape across his abdomen and lean forward, giving it a long, slow lick. His muscles tremble beneath my touch, and the air fills with the scent of petrichor and brine. It’s as good as permission, so I do it again. And again.
It tastes like metal and dirt, the perfect complement to the taste of him beneath the superficial damage. I can feel the power rising inside him, the change in his posture and breathing as he chooses to hold still for me.
I move to his thigh, to a long scrape that runs down to his knee. I start at the top and lick my way to the bottom, careful to use the flat of my tongue instead of the sharpness of my teeth.
The skin beneath my tongue knits together slowly, the flesh smoothing out until the only trace of it is a faint shadow where the injury used to be.
My gaze flickers to the rest of him. He has far more injuries than just those two, but he doesn’t look impatient, or even particularly interested in the healing. I shift so I can look up at him. "Do you like this?"
"Yes." It's a soft rumble of sound. "I want your mouth on me."
"You're hurt," I point out. "We should take care of that first."
"This is taking care of it." His eyes glitter with what I've come to recognize as lust. He's usually so in control, but this is the one time where he allows himself to go with the flow, to give into the primal urges that drive him.
It's intoxicating.
I lean forward and kiss the corner of his jaw. "I'll take care of it." I want to do this for him. I want to prove that I can take care of him in return. That it's not always going to be him taking care of me.
"I know you will." The words are a rumble that I feel all the way down to my toes.
I recognize this moment for its significance. It's a turning point for us. Wake wants to let me in. To allow me to care for him. So I don't hesitate as I move down his body, kissing each injury I find. I push him further into the alcove until he's sitting on the stone bench inside.
I press him back against the wall. I'm not as strong as he is—even with the magic flowing through me, it takes all my weight and some wiggling to get him where I want him—but Wake doesn't help, and I wouldn't accept it if he tried.
I finally have him where I want him, reclining against the wall with his long, sinuous tail stretched out before him. "What now?"
"Now, I take care of you."
"Phoebe." My name is a growl of sound.
I press a hand against his chest, letting the tips of my almond claws scratch lightly against his skin. "Be patient."
Wake opens his mouth, probably to tell me that's the one thing he can't be, but I press my lips to his before he can get the words out.
He groans and pulls me closer, sinking his tongue into my mouth in a parody of what I plan to do with him later. For now, I content myself with kissing him, sliding my tongue along his in a slow glide that makes my blood heat.
He leans back against the wall and gives me the space to slide down his body, trailing languid licks over every single mark I find. His skin is almost completely smooth by the time I make it to his cock. He's hard as a rock, so large and imposing that for a moment, I'm not sure I can take him in my mouth again.
The red, sigil-like veins that glow beneath his skin pulse invitingly. My mouth begins to water.
Then I remember how good he tasted, and the last of my hesitation flees.
I take him as deep as I can, flattening my tongue to take him as far as I can.
"Fuck, Phoebe." He growls low in his throat as I lick up the underside of his cock. "You're going to be the death of me."
"As is my right, Mate," I grin, pleased when he buries a clawed hand in my hair, tugging my head back in retaliation. I open for him and let my mouth hang slack so that he can guide me up and down his cock.
It's a heady feeling to have a male this powerful at my mercy. To have him groaning and cursing and shuddering beneath my hands.
I suck on him hard, hollowing my cheeks and taking him deeper into my mouth. I don't know if I'll ever get used to the taste of him. I pray I don't as it's like nothing else I've ever tasted and so uniquely Wake. Bitter saltiness with the faintest hint of sweet.
I wrap one hand around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with my mouth. I can tell he's getting close by the way his hand tightens in my hair and the way his tail wraps around my hips. I suck harder, bobbing faster.
His voice is rough. "I'm going to come down your throat. Swallow every drop, Mate. Don't let anything go to waste."
I moan around his shaft in agreement.
He makes a rough sound as he comes, spilling down the back of my throat. I swallow and swallow and swallow, desperate to keep up. My heart pounds in my chest. My pussy clenches around nothing, eager for my turn.
When he's finally finished, I pull off him, my lips feeling swollen and achy.
He leans forward and kisses me again, his tongue sliding along mine.
"I want you inside me." I can't help the whine in my voice, but I'm beyond caring.
His hands grab me around my waist and drag me onto his lap. I drag my dress around my waist as my thighs straddle his broad lap.
I shudder at the scrape of his scales against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. His mouth is on mine, his tongue thrusting past my lips at the same time as his hands slide into my panties and yank them aside.
His claws are sharp enough that I can feel them pressing against the skin of my ass. He has them curled away from my skin, but the threat is there, a reminder of what he is beneath the man.
His fingers dig into the fleshy globes, and he uses his grip to rock me against his length. The motion puts pressure on my clit, and I gasp.
"Don't play with me." My voice trembles at the thought of him pushing me away again.
He looks up at me, his eyes glazed and hungry. "Do you know me to be a playful man?"
"No." The word comes out breathless.
"Good." He drags me against him, grinding against me. "Because this is no game."
I cry out when he thrusts into me in a single hard stroke. He's huge and even after this much time together, still so much bigger than I'm used to. Every time is like the first when he stretches me to my limits. "Fuck."
"Yes," he agrees, and then he's fucking me in earnest.
The alcove echoes with the wet sounds of our flesh coming together, and the sounds I can't stop myself from making. I can't breathe for how good it is. It's better than the last time, which was better than the time before that.
I'll never get enough of this. Of him.
I hold onto his shoulders as best I can, digging my nails in for something to anchor me, but it's useless. He's the only thing keeping me upright. I can't do anything but take it as he fucks up into me with brutal strokes that are too deep and too hard and so fucking perfect.
Wake buries his face against my neck, and his fangs brush my skin. They're sharp and dangerous—more so now than they've ever been—and I whimper, not from fear but anticipation.
"Phoebe." He growls my name like a curse. He does everything like that, as if he's fighting something inside himself every moment of every day.
His claws dig into my hips, the tips breaking skin, and it only makes each sensation more intense.
"I love you," I whisper.
Wake's mouth finds mine in a kiss that's as much teeth as tongue. He drags me closer, shifting his hips so that the next time he thrusts, the movement puts pressure on my clit. I sob with pleasure. It's so good. I never want it to end.
I lean back just enough to look into his eyes. "I love you."
His eyes flash silver-green, and he moves faster, harder. It's almost too much. He's too much. He's everything. I need him with an intensity that takes my breath away. My body trembles around him as I crest the peak.
"Say it again." His voice is a snarl, and he slows his thrusts to make sure I feel every inch of his cock.
I cry out. "I love you!"
He growls and comes in a hot rush that brings me right over the edge with him. I clench down, keeping him inside me as we collapse back against the seat.
He holds me against his chest hard enough that my back aches, but I only snuggle closer. "I'm going to get out of here," he vows. "I will come for you, and we'll leave this city behind. In ashes, if I have to."
I let the tears fall as they come. I let myself feel the ache in my heart. But through it all, there isn't a shred of uncertainty.
"I know."
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