Page 92 of Inked in Bloom
I can’t look away from him and I’m tired of running. Hiding. I stare at the blooms inked on his chest. Now that I get to finally drink it in, I study the lines and shading. It’s not just any peony, it’s an Ever Briar wrapped up with my foxgloves.
I’ve never seen something more beautiful in my entire life.
He’s spent months keeping his distance, yet despite every action I took to bury the truth, he still protected me. Cared for me. When I ran away, he came for me, putting himself at risk, refusing to leave me behind.
I don’t know what I have left in me to give him, but he’s also not asked anything of me.
“Did you make this?” I summon the white toy in front of me with a flick of my wrist.
“I did.” He swallows thickly. “Why do you ask?”
My eyes drop to his lap. I drag my finger along the veins, tracing the vines mapping the toy’s thick shaft. Briar may have his hands clasped in front of himself, but I don’t miss the flicker of movement. “It looks exactly like you.”
“Didn’t realize you were paying such close attention,” he huffs. And despite his cocky demeanor, his tone is a bit breathless. “It is meant to be as close to the real deal as possible to satisfy your lock.” He shifts a bit, and I sense apprehension through the bond, like he’s choosing every word carefully—not wanting me to run again.
I sit there, silent, but my confusion must be loud because his tone takes on that professor persona, as if we aren’t naked and dealing with a bond making us supremely horny for one another.
“It is something only Blooms can enjoy with their mate. Once their cum makes contact with your lock, it activates, keeping your mate held in place.”
“Lock-activating serum,” I mutter under my breath, glancing at the tube to my left and following its path up to the ceiling, over the wall, and down to where bulbs line a shelf along Briar’s wall.
“The lock pulses and draws out pleasure until it can’t any longer… Until your magic is fully replenished. In our case, it will continue to do so until I’ve fully emptied myself inside you.”
I think my entire body just went up in flames.
Meanwhile, he’s keeping himself distanced in how he explains it…professional. But the truth is, it’s not his fault there’s a wall between us. I blamed him. Denied our connection. Kept secrets and ran away. But now, I stare at Briar across the pane of glass, and all I can think is…
Mine.
“So if I do this?” I sit back and spread my legs, keeping my eyes on him.
“What are you—” Briar’s Adam’s apple bobs, his tone aching, drawn from within his ink-covered throat. Hypnotized, his hands fall to his sides in fists.
“I’m implementing your instructions, Professor Briar.” Tightening my grip around the shaft, I drag the tip of Briar 2.0 up and down between my soaked lips. “The real question is, what are you going to do about it?”
Holding out his hand, he reaches into thin air. A moment later, something white flies across the room. It’s a large cylinder with a bulb like I have beside me connected to its base. His emotions pull taut through my chest, hopping between reckless desire and careful restraint. “The toys are linked. If your lock activates, it will mimic the movement.”
He turns it around to show me where the faux lock is. I let my instincts take over, unwilling to deny them, and feed the coated tip inside myself.
“Good,” I rasp and work the toy in and out a few times.
Briar groans. His knuckles turn white, jaw tight, but he doesn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he’s up on his knees, one hand splayed on the glass, supporting himself. The other holds the translucent cylinder in place as he curls his pelvis into it. He moves in time with my strokes, his cock slipping in and out of the toy.
Pressure coils below my belly, and I thumb over my nipple with my free hand. He grunts in approval,and when his attention drifts between my breasts to the mate mark, his hips hasten their pace.
I memorize every flex of muscle, every thrust.
Is this how he’d fuck me?
I’m desperate to know. It’s everything I could want, the pressure building until it’s almost unbearable.
“Fuck.Wait,” he demands, and I have half a mind to chuck the dildo at the glass, but I halt in place, awaiting further instruction. He twitches his nose, and a moment later, my flower vibrator flies into the glass, dropping in front of me. “That too.”
I use my free hand and turn on the vibrator, holding it against my clit while I pump the dildo in and out. Briar’s desire sweeps through me, primal and proud. Frankly, I’m rather impressed with my multi-tasking.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me, fucking the toy in silent answer to my earlier question as if to say,yes, I’d fuck you like this and then some.
Hips curl. Nails scrape glass. I’m a whimpering, soaking mess. The toy slips in and out of me and my hips punch up from the ground to meet it, deepening the strokes. But I needmore.
