Page 86 of Remnants
My body clenches at his words, aching at the emptiness that’s desperate to be filled and knowing how close the cure is. I moan loudly, unable to stop myself when it feels so fucking good. His dick glides more easily now down my center, making me wetter for him. Blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy and almost ready to give in.
He spreads my cheeks, his cock sliding back and notching against my entrance. “One of these days, I’ll remember to put goddamn lubein my pocket so I can start training your sexy ass.”
I squirm in his grip, but it’s hard to say if I’m trying to get away or sink onto him. The rush is getting stronger now, filling my head and making it harder to think about anything other than the feel of him right where I want him. How close I am to the ecstasy I want. One tiny nudge to breach my core, and yet he holds there, letting the need grow and expand until I’m quivering with it.
“Tell me you’re mine. Say it,” he commands roughly. I almost do it. Almost give in to his demands because I’m on the verge of passing out and losing my mind from the tease, when he prods my core with the head of his cock, and I remember that he wants this as desperately as I do.
I still have some fight left in me.
“Bite me,” I growl, reaching for anything on this side of the counter. I grip the handle of a blender and throw it back. I don’t have time to see if I got him or what effect it had on him other than his hands releasing me. I fall to the floor, catching myself with my hands before I faceplant, and take a few gasping, blinking breaths while my blood begins to drain.
Kellan chuckles. “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”
Forcing my feet under me, I shakily rise and stumble through the mini kitchen for the snack and shake bar. I cast a quick glance back, where Kellan places a hand on the counter and clears it in a single jump.
Shit.
The small area ends with another counter and row of refrigerators along the back wall. I turn, my hands finding the edge of the narrowcounter on instinct and then dropping when that collapses beneath my gift, the contents spilling to the floor.
Aiden’s going to be pissed.
It’s something I’ll have to worry about later, though, because in a few short strides, Kellan is already closing in. I run around the other side of the center prep table, hoping to make it back to the front counter and bar, but he pivots and slides over it, blocking my exit.
His large frame towers over mine, gold scales catching and glinting in the overhead lights. Kellan’s eyes are dark and wild, the flash of his teeth against his beard sharp. “Going somewhere?” he drawls.
Fisting my hands, I go for it. I swing at his jaw, hitting him with the strength of my gift and catching him off guard. His neck snaps to the side, but his body doesn’t budge. I keep the punches flying, striking his torso, his head, a kick to his knee. Anything to bring him down long enough that I can slip past him.
None of it makes a difference.
Kellan bends and lifts me by my thighs, then plops me on the prep table. I focus on not destroying this one because the fall from it would hurt like a bitch. While I’m preoccupied, he flips my legs up, and I fall on my back with a hard thud. His teeth sink into my thigh, and I gasp.
I kick my legs and fight to pull away from him, but he laughs and drags me back to his mouth, his arms locked around my thighs where they’re slung over his shoulders. He starts on one side, teasing the length of my inner thigh with kisses and love bites, branding the path to my cunt with marks that’ll last for days.
I’m still wrestling for control, bucking and clawing at him afterpushing myself upright as he suckles and claims my other thigh, biting me hard if I get too riled. I grab his hair, fighting to move his head and merely pulling out the tie that holds half his hair up.
He snatches one wrist and then the other, grinning wickedly at me from between my legs. “Remember, you asked for this, beautiful. If you’re good, I may even let you come.”
Kellan slips his tongue between my folds, finding my clit in a single slow stroke and then flicking it. My body convulses, pleasure wracking my limbs like an electric shock. The prickle of our gifts adds a whole new experience to his mouth on me there, and I’m fucking here for it. His lips suction around it, sucking and licking and eating me alive so thoroughly, so overwhelmingly, that I collapse like a rag doll on the table as I lose all control of my body. I’m nothing but need. A molten, desperate thing that aches.Achesfor release.
Pleasure coils and tightens within me, building to an almost unbearable level. I tremble in his grip, straining to pull free from his hands while he only holds me closer. Harder. Forcing the pleasure that zings through me and threatens to detonate with only a little bit more. I grind my hips, seeking out that extra friction that will be my undoing as I push against him as hard as I can.
I’m right there, about to crest the hill, when his mouth shifts.
Heleaves that spot, and I come tumbling down that hill instead of over it, my climax slipping from my grip.
No, no, no!
“Kell! Wait!”
He chuckles, adding another bite to my inner thigh, which makes my over-sensitized body jump. “Did you think it would be thateasy?” He plants a kiss on my pelvis, his beard tickling and scratching my shaved skin. “Did you think I’d let you get away with that?” Kellan gives me a feral grin as he stands, pulling me upright and releasing my hands. He pumps his cock, then swipes the bead of pre-cum with his thumb and holds it out to me.
I open my mouth, leaning forward to wrap my lips around his thumb and suck it clean. I add circling tongue, trying to sweeten him to reconsidering.
His eyes shutter, and he groans. Kellan hooks his thumb down, grabbing my teeth and chin. “I think I know how you’re going to make it up to me.” His grip directs my face and eyes downward, where his other hand strokes his hard length. “What do you say, beautiful?”
I nod, his hold allowing me that much movement. He releases me, and I slide from the table and sink to my knees. He grabs the edge of the table with his hands like he needs something to hold on to.
I don’t bother with light or slow teasing. I’m horny as fuck, and the sight of his dick has me salivating. I wrap my lips around his crown, tasting him with a swirl of my tongue and moaning at the salty taste. There’s a crunch of metal and a curse, and I realize then he’s using the table to keep himself from overdoing it if he were to touch me.
