by Ivy Asher
“I’ll be giving you a bath, after which you’ll be tended to by a healer, and then you’ll be resting for the remainder of the day until the party.”
My bottom lip sticks out as he yanks open the car door and places me gently on the seat before shutting me in. “But somewhere between all of that, I’m getting orgasms, right?” I holler as he walks around the hood to get in on the other side. He still hasn’t answered by the time he starts up the car and begins to drive away. “Right?” I demand.
He puts a hand on my thigh and squeezes. “You’re injured,” he points out.
“You’re naked,” I fire back. “Also, your cockatrice? Fucking epic. My cockatrice wants to tail flick all over him.”
His hair glows to epic levels of glowiness, making me trill in excitement. “I love your colors,” I sigh dreamily.
“You’re looking at my cock,” he says drily.
My eyes lift from his lap. “Yeah, so? It has nice lighting on it right now from your hair glow.”
He chuckles as his hands shift over the steering wheel. “How’d I end up with such a perfect mate?”
I smile, because I was thinking the exact same thing. “Prison. Apparently, all the awesome people are in prison,” I say with a playful shrug. “I met this hot prison guard in there, and it worked out for me.”
He snorts. “How convenient for you.”
“Yep. Now let’s go play convicts and captors. Naked,” I say, wagging my brows.
“You need a bath and a healer,” he counters.
“Ugh, Rook, don’t get stingy on me now,” I whine.
He gives me the alpha eyes that radiate what I say goes.
“Fine,” I relent. “I’ll take a bath...but you have to take it with me.”
“Done,” he agrees. So easy.
“Ooh, we can totally play hide the submarine,” I announce with a clap. When he doesn’t reply, I spell it out for him, thinking maybe he doesn’t know this game. “You know, hide the submarine? The submarine would be your dick. And it would be hiding in my pus—”
“I got it,” he drawls with a smirk before reaching over to lace his fingers with mine. In a tender move, he brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “I love you, Sunrise.”
“Love you, Glow Worm,” I chirp back, a smile overtaking my face.
Who knew prison would be the best thing to ever happen to me? Me, actually. I totally called it.
Best idea ever.
Epilogue
Three months later
I’m dead asleep, drooling into a silk pillow and living my best life when a rooster crows loudly enough to make me jolt awake. I sit up so fast my head spins. Disheveled and out of it, I swipe my hair away from my face just as another cock-a-doodle-fuckin-doo sounds out.
With a squeal, I slam my hands over my ears and glare over at the wide-open doors. The whole damn wall is made up of accordion-style sliding doors that lead to a massive balcony. A balcony where my mate and fearless lounge leader is currently perched, making that god-awful sound in all his cockatrice glory.
I glare at him. I’m not even distracted by his super pretty green and blue comb on the top of his head or the matching feathers at the end of his long tail right now. It’s too early for this shit.
“You asshole, the sun isn’t even up yet!” I tell him crankily.
In response, his head wobbles at me. I scoff. “Don’t try to be cute. You woke me up.”
He lengthens his neck and lets out another ear-splitting crowing noise. I lift a pillow and chuck it at him, proud when it smacks him right in his face. He looks down at the silk fluff and then steps right over it, heading inside.
Eyes wide, I scramble off the bed and try to rush toward him, shaking my head with my hands out. “Oh no you don’t. We’ve talked about this. No coming into the bedroom in your cockatrice form!” I tell him.
He stops in front of me, but he’s already crossed the barrier. He has to duck down so he doesn’t hit the ceiling and tuck his wings in since his beast is so massive. The once giant room now seems way too small with him in it.
“Out,” I say sternly, pointing toward the door. His cockatrice gives a sad little trill, but I hold firm. “Your claws are wrecking the hardwood, and your feathers are—wait,” I stop, my eyes narrowing. “Do you have something in your mouth?”
His head bobs excitedly, and then he leans over, tipping his beak open. Huge rocks come spilling from his mouth and slam onto the floor with loud cracks, as pieces of sand fall down with them in a dusty rainfall. I have to jump back before any of the big rocks land on me and crush my toes.
Now the hardwood is definitely wrecked by the damn boulders that he just dropped at my feet like an offering. But honestly, these rocks are dope.
I gasp when I spot one in particular. “Oh my God, is that a basanite?” I ask, leaning down to snatch it up.
I try to snatch it up. It’s really fucking heavy and big, so I have to settle for wrapping my adoring arms around it and giving it an appreciative hug. “Pretty,” I purr as I stroke the rock. My cockatrice is so flattered right now.
I stare at the boulders dreamily for another second and then look back up at Rook. “That’s super sweet, but seriously, no cockatrices in the house. You know the rules. Either shift or get out,” I remind him, my arm extended and my finger pointed out toward the balcony. “And take your rocks—”
Rook shifts before I can finish my sentence, and despite his glorious nakedness, I glare at him. “Oh sure, just leave the boulders in the middle of the room,” I snark.
He rubs at his chest and looks over at today’s haul proudly. “Got you some basanite,” he tells me with a self-satisfied smile and an eyebrow wag.
I roll my eyes at the cocky cockatrice. “I see that. Couldn’t have found a smaller sample to impress me with?” I ask, pointing to the massive rock that will now be a permanent fixture in our room until his cockatrice gets over himself and hefts it out.
“This one was so pretty, though,” he defends, and I shake my head at him, trying not to smile.
“It’s super pretty,” I reassure him. “But you have to be logical about it. What the hell am I supposed to do with these massive things? I can’t exactly put them on a shelf like a knickknack. Not to mention, this will be the third time we’ll have to refinish the floors in the last two months! Why can’t your cockatrice just put them in the rock garden and take me down to see them there?” I offer. “Remember all the things we did on the obsidian boulder when you put it in the garden instead of fucking up the house with it?”
His eyes gleam, and I know he remembers really well.
“So only let your beast bring me nice, hand-sized rocks indoors, okay?”
“I like the big ones,” he argues. “They call to me.”
“Well, then answer the fucking call in the rock garden!” I snap suddenly. I pause and give myself the side-eye for that one. I take a deep breath and release it slowly. “Sorry. I’m cranky. I really do love the basanite.”
His smug smile returns. “I know. It’s awesome. But I have a few more rocks to give you.”
I give him a look. “Rook, I know I’m your amazing mate and everything, but you’ve gotta slow down on the rock-giving. You’re going to make my cockatrice spoiled rotten.”
“I like spoiling my mate,” he says as he walks over to his bedside table. He opens a drawer and digs around before grabbing something and heading back over to me with his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes.”
I humor him, closing my eyes as he walks up to me. He grabs my hands, making me hold them palm-up in front of me, and then places something on them. It’s definitely not a rock, though. I open my eyes and find a box filled with a variety pack of Pop Rocks. A happy gasp spills from my lips. “OhmygawdIloveyousomuch,” I half babble on a girl-squeal as I tear into it.
“I haven’t had Pop Rocks for months. Not since the prison!” I say as I rip open the first packet and dump the entire contents in my mouth.
“I kn
ow,” Rook tells me, still wearing his self-satisfied smile. But he earned that look this time. “You’ve even been talking about them in your sleep.”
“Can you blame me? They’re awesome,” I say, mouth full as the candy goes off like mini-explosions so loud it almost drowns out my voice. So. Good.
I moan a little from the watermelon flavor and notice Rook’s dick jump between his legs. An idea sparks in my mind, and I lift my eyes back up to his.
Whatever expression is on my face makes him instantly wary. “What?”
I shrug, trying to be all nonchalant, but he just looks more suspicious. “Sunrise, I know that look. What are you thinking?”
I crunch the last of the candies and swallow them down. “I’m thinking...that I want to reward you. For being such a nice mate and bringing me so many rocks—the candy kind and the boulder kind,” I say suggestively.
Heat immediately banks in his eyes. “Hmm. Reward me? How will you do that?”
I trace my finger down his sexy, chiseled chest. “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
“Good.”
I lean forward and kiss him, tilting my head and plunging my tongue deep into his mouth, just the way he likes. My tail curls around his leg, my feathers stroking up his skin with soft, teasing movements.
“Mmm, you taste good,” he says huskily as he pulls away and starts grazing his mouth along my neck.
“You’re about to taste real good too,” I tell him. And then I drop to my knees.
His cock jerks upright like a student who just got caught slouching in class after the teacher called on him. I wrap my hand around it in a friendly greeting. “Mmm, I just love your cock...atrice,” I smirk before leaning forward and licking over the head.
Rook jolts where he stands. “Every time I see you on your knees for me, it blows my fucking mind,” he says, his hand brushing away some of my hair.
“I’m about to blow your mind even more,” I reply before reaching forward and snagging another packet.
“What?” he asks.
“You said you trusted me. I’ve been wanting to do this since the prison,” I admit, and then I rip open the packet and dump some candy in. As soon as it hits my slick tongue and starts popping, I open wide and sink my mouth over Rook.
Holding my wet tongue against his length, I lick and slurp and bob over him, letting him feel the rock candy popping all over his thick dick.
“Holy fuck rocks,” he says with a strangled grunt. “Shit. That’s weird.”
I start to pull off, thinking maybe he doesn’t like it, but he shoves my head back on him so fast I gag. “No. Don’t stop,” he pants. “Don’t fucking stop.”
Smiling around his dick, I suck him with enthusiasm, and when the popping fades, I pull off and put more candy onto my tongue and then do it again and again and again.
I suck and swirl and go as deep as I can, driving him totally out of his mind until he can’t take it anymore and starts fucking in and out of my throat. I love it. I love that I make him so out of his mind with need and lust that he loses control. He makes noises that I’ve never heard him make before, and those growls make me wet as fuck.
I get through green apple, a blue raspberry, and a cotton candy packet before he finally tenses.
“I’m going to come,” he says, and I hum my acknowledgement around him.
A few pumps later, he’s spilling into my mouth, his molten cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow it down with the remnants of the candy, everything tasting sugary sweet.
I lick him up, cleaning him off, and then let him slip from my mouth. I look up at him with a sly smile. “Good?”
“Fucking incredible,” he says, pulling me to my feet and crushing me against him. “Your turn.”
He hauls me over his shoulder and snatches up the box of candy before striding into the bathroom.
“Wait—” I start to say, but he’s already turned the shower on and dropped me onto the bench. I squeal at the icy cold water. “Fuck! That’s freezing, Rook!” I snap as goosebumps prickle all up and down my body.
“Sorry, Sunrise,” he says, though he doesn’t look sorry at all.
I glare and cross my arms in front of my chest as he steps into the shower, stuffing a few packets of Pop Rocks onto the elevated stone shelf. “I’ll warm you up.”
He kneels down in front of me and takes my sopping wet shirt, pulling it over my head. He eyes my rock hard nipples. “Mmm. Cold looks good on you,” he says, plucking the distended peaks between his fingers. I hiss at the sensitivity that borders on pain.
“Up. I need these pants off,” he tells me.
My teeth are nearly chattering, but luckily, the water is slowly heating up. I stand, my hands going to my leggings, but he pushes them down before I can and tosses them in the corner of the shower where my shirt is already waiting.
His eyes roam over my chilled body. “You’re goddamn beautiful, do you know that?”
“I’m goddamn cold, actually,” I grumble, making him laugh.
“Ah, Sunrise. You need my mouth to warm you up?”
“Yes,” I gripe.
He grabs one of the packets, pouring the candy into his mouth, his eyes widening when he feels the popping start to blast against his tongue. He leans down, gathering my breasts into his hands like he’s offering them up to himself to feast on, and he closes his mouth over a cold, firm nipple, sucking lightly.
The heat of his mouth, the swirl of his tongue, and pops of the candy make a gasp slip out between my lips. “Oh.”
Rook feasts on my nipples, back and forth and back again, until my breasts are heavy under his attention, aching and needy. The popping adds a whole other element to the sensation, making me writhe beneath him. I need him. I need him so badly.
“Rook.”
“What do you need, Sunrise?” he asks, kissing a trail up between my breasts.
“You,” I say. “I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.”
“Rook…” I whine, and he bites me lightly on the collarbone.
“Be patient. You’ll get my cock when I’m ready. But I’m not done playing with you.”
He goes right back to his teasing ministrations, his scorching mouth mixing with the now-hot water that cascades over our bodies. Everywhere he licks and nibbles and kisses is like flint, casting off sparks along my nerves.
Slowly, he makes his way down.
So. Damn. Slowly.
When he’s made it to my belly button, I finally snap, growling at him as my tail wraps around his arm and tries to yank him all the way down to his knees. He chuckles, his own tail coming out to pull mine away. “Such a naughty mate, trying to rush me.”
“Stop teasing me!” I grouse, my tone needy and flustered.
Placing one last kiss on my navel, he finally drops down to his knees. “You need me, Sunrise?”
“Yes,” I groan. “Please.”
“Hand me that packet.”
I shake my head. I can’t handle that now. “It’ll be too much,” I tell him.
He cocks a brow and waits. Fucking stubborn cockatrice.
“Fine,” I say, snatching the packet and handing it to him.
“Good girl.” He rips the top off with his teeth and dumps the contents in. Lifting my right thigh to balance over his shoulder, he attacks. He goes straight for my clit, licking and sucking with the explosions going on in his mouth, and I explode right along with them.
So fast.
Like, embarrassingly fast.
My eyes grow as wide as saucers as the orgasm detonates through me. It’s as fast and intense as a firework, arcing up with a flare and then fizzling out. “Holy fuck. Oh shit. Goddamn,” I pant, rambling as my head drops back against the wall. “I totally get the Pop Rocks panties trend now. I could’ve made a fortune.”
I think Rook will stand up and get to business now that I’ve come, but I’m mistaken. A strangled choke of a breath whooshes out of me as Rook’s mouth closes over my cl
it again.
“No, no. It’s too sensitive, I can’t,” I tell him, my nerves still throbbing from that spectacular orgasm.
“You can,” he says. “You’re gonna come again on my mouth, and then I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you against the wall.”
Warmth floods me at his demanding, dirty words. “Oh God…”
Closing his mouth over me, he licks and laps and holds his popping tongue against my clit until I come apart all over again, hard enough that I see little Pop Rocks stars bursting behind my eyes.
Only then does he toss the packet away, flip me around, and sink his dick into me from behind with one hard thrust. We both let out obscenely loud groans.
“Fuck, Sunrise. Your pussy gripping my cock is one of the best feelings in the world,” he growls sensually.
I moan, and he grinds against my ass. His tail slicks up my leg, the feathers tickling my sensitive clit. I feel him everywhere, and it’s too much and not enough all at the same time.
“I can feel you so wet and ready to cum all over me again.”
He’s right. It’s like he jump started my pleasure, and now I’m just in an endless wave of need as his dick saws in and out of me, drawing everything out into blissful ripples.
He fists his hand in my hair and tugs up, arching my back as I brace my hands flat against the wall.
“This is gonna be rough,” he tells me against my ear, the steamy water pouring over us. “I need to fuck you hard and fast, and I’m not gonna stop until you’re screaming my fucking name. You got it?”
“Yes, yes!” I say, nearly incapable of speech.
“Good.”
He’s a male of his word.
He starts powering into me, and all I can do is hold on and take it. I feel every inch of his dick as it buries into me balls-deep before whipping out and thrusting right back in again. Over and over, he propels his hips forward until smacking skin and my own garbled moans and incoherent words are all that I can hear. His hold on my hair keeps me in place as he gives me everything I can take.
I’m so wet that I’m squelching around every drag and push of his cock. He moves so fast that I can feel his sack slapping up against me every time he moves. He fucks me hard. Savagely. Without holding back. He’s fucking me like an alpha. Like a dominating, possessive, lust-crazed mate, and I love it.
