Cast Into Shadow

by Angela Colsin

  As those impulses warred within him, Kivsey lifted her head to sweetly flick the cap of his cock, causing his hips to jerk as she swirled it in a circle. But just when he thought she was finally going to sink him into the sultry heat of her mouth, she turned her head and dragged her tongue up the side of his shaft before giving the tip a solid, teasing suck.

  Immediately, his head fell back with a loud, “Fuck!”

  As her tongue laved it wickedly, his chest heaved, the pleasure rising to an unbearable degree until she finally sucked him deeper into her mouth.

  Mikail stared down in disbelief, watching inch by inch sink between her plump lips. Is this really happening? A part of him wished it wasn't, and that this was actually a dream. Then, he'd finally have an answer over his mate's identity, not to mention the confidence to promise Kivsey that this would never be just a meaningless fling.

  It sure as hell didn't feel like one anyway. Time seemed to stand still in the face of her agonizingly sweet attention, as if they were on the verge of something much more significant than either of them realized. It was a sensation that redoubled when she bobbed her head over his aching cock, drawing back so slowly the friction was nearly torturous.

  Again and again, she licked and sucked each hard inch, bringing him more pleasure than he could stand without lifting his hips to meet her sweet mouth. His groans turned into growls, control slipping with each passing moment—and damn, she was greedy, her fingers digging into his hips as she groaned over him as if nothing would've pleased her more than to continue on just this way for the rest of the night.

  Seed rose up his shaft so quickly in response to the thought he nearly stopped her if only to warn her. No other woman had ever given him such ravenous attention, and just when he thought it couldn't get any better, she sat back and opened her caftan.

  Mikail's mind was foggy with pleasure, but he latched onto the sight with full clarity as she tugged her arms from the sleeves, then unsnapped her lace bra to pull away, revealing her plump breasts. The swells were generous, tan nipples distended and tight with lust, and jealousy flared unexpectedly as her fingers caressed one straining peak.

  He nearly reached for her, wanting to lavish them with more attention than she could stand. But she lowered herself over him again before he had the chance, trapping his cock between those soft mounds to shift back and forth against it.

  She had no compunctions lashing her tongue over the cap either, offering teasing sucks that drove him absolutely insane.

  And he couldn't take it any longer.

  Reaching forward, Mikail tore himself from her grasp and clutched his cock with a loud groan, stroking it until his release shot forth to lash his torso. He could feel Kivsey stroking his legs and cupping his testicles at the same time, her touch intensifying his orgasm, driving every thought from his mind until only one remained—and it was a simple promise.

  No matter where she goes from here, she'll always long for what I'm about to give her.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

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  Watching a man come had never been so damned arousing.

  With old boyfriends, bringing them to climax offered a feminine sense of satisfaction and confidence, and sure, it piqued Kivsey's interest in sex. But that interest was nothing compared to what she experienced witnessing Mikail's orgasm.

  Every movement he made fed her libido, from the hard muscles in his abdomen tensing as his seed erupted, to the way his big fist pumped it free of his shaft. She was enthralled, her name moaned on his deep, gravelly voice rousing her desire for much more than just a hint.

  Still, this already felt like more, and she couldn't explain why. The urges driving her closer to Mikail seemed more profound than mere curious interest—as if she knew she'd have nothing to regret no matter how far they went.

  But the chance of being Mikail's mate meant a chance for an unplanned pregnancy to occur, leaving sex out of the question without contraceptives, which was for the best anyway. Not only was she content with the current agenda, if this was meant to grow into something greater than a fling, she had no intentions of making a mistake by rushing in needlessly.

  No, caution was needed no matter how confident she was that they'd have no regrets.

  So, as Mikail grunted with the last of his orgasm spilling forth, she pushed more serious thoughts aside in favor of playfully mentioning, “Guess I should've told you before we started that you could come in my mouth. But I like watching you get off, too.”

  The Warlord let a ragged groan, as if too busy recovering from his climax to respond, which offered a moment to admire his body. The hard plains of his torso rolled fluidly in time with his breaths, and despite his recent orgasm, she quickly realized his cock was just as hard now as when they'd started.

  His stamina must've been through the roof. She simply couldn't decide if the fact was promising or daunting before he moved without warning.

  Sitting up, the Warlord dragged her body to his until they were both on their knees, her breasts flattening against his hard chest as he wrapped her hair around one fist and used it to tug her head back.

  The gasp she let in response was quickly muffled by his mouth descending upon hers in an aggressive kiss, his tongue thrusting with a possessive growl. She could barely keep up, purposefully shifting her body against his as their hands greedily explored one another, groping in a bid to learn how the other liked to be touched—and damned if Mikail wasn't hitting all the right spots.

  He started at her side, pushing his palm around to the curve of her back, and then down until his big fingers were clenching her ass.

  Perhaps it was his size, or the way he tore his lips from hers to press hungry kisses from one side of her throat to the other, but she was completely overwhelmed, and couldn't get close enough, digging her nails into his own ass in a bid to do just that.

  In response, Mikail released her hair and leaned back to reach for both of her breasts, cupping them a tight squeeze while seizing one nipple between in lips.

  Sparks of pleasure shot across her skin as he sucked with a ragged groan, his tongue rolling over the hard peak. With a moan, she snaked an arm around his neck, her fingers tangling in his snowy hair while watching him tug one nipple with his teeth before giving the other similar attention.

  The erotic sight alone had her trembling, to say nothing for how good it felt. But she didn't truly start to quake with lust until Mikail untied the sash of her caftan and pulled the garment away, followed by hooking his thumbs into her panties to jerk them down around her thighs.

  Completely naked before him now, she nearly moaned aloud over the way he admired her body. His expression was ravenous, the masculine groan he let in response to the sight feeding her excitement, an insistent throb of anticipation pulsing between her legs that strengthened when he pressed a warm palm against her inner thigh to slide upward.

  In the process, he asked on a velvety tone, “Should I keep sucking those pretty nipples for you, or would you rather hear all the things I'm going to do to you in detail?”

  She groaned, unable to answer his questions any other way than by kissing him just as he cupped her pussy with a groan into her mouth. But the kiss didn't last long, their contact breaking when she gasped as Mikail pushed one thick finger against the seam of her sex to find her slick entrance.

  “Mmm, so hot,” he groaned low.

  Panting, she wanted to nod, fully expecting him to sink his finger inside and find out how hot. But instead, his index drew back, causing her to jerk when the pad brushed over her clit.

  “Ah!” she gasped, pleasantly surprised by the movement. With previous lovers, manual stimulation always meant penetration. But Mikail obviously had other plans in mind, her heart pounding as he circled the sensitive button to coax it from the hood.

  “Like this?” he asked, applying more pressure.

  This time, she managed a quick nod, groaning wantonly as pleasure radiated from that spot between her legs to the rest of her body, w
hich she pressed closer to his in an erotic display of need.

  His subsequent moan of enjoyment filled her ears, his deep voice making her tremble in mentioning, “Can't decide if I want to tease you, or have my first taste instead.”

  The mere thought set her aflame—though, in her experience, oral sex usually sounded like more fun than it ended up being. Former lovers seemed to harbor under the notion that tonguing her down south for two seconds was supposed to send her through the roof with an orgasm, or just make her beg to be fucked.

  So she always ended up dropping truth bombs in the middle of the act, and one of her partners had taken offense, claiming that was how it was done in porn. Yeah, because you'll really learn how to pleasure a woman from content created expressly for men's enjoyment.

  But it seemed Mikail wasn't clueless over the matter, leaning in to suck her bottom lip as if to offer an idea of what she'd be getting momentarily.

  And damn, she wanted it.

  Yet, as their lips broke contact, he seemed dissatisfied for some reason, looking down at the junction of her legs before remarking, “No, this won't do.”

  “What won't—oh!” she gasped as he clasped her right wrist and quickly spun it around her back, then took the nape of her neck and pushed her over so her cheek was against the soft furs covering the bed.

  Now pinned down with her hips in the air, the movement left her fully exposed, her heart fluttering as he gathered her opposing arm to clasp her wrists together in a single hand behind her back. Anticipation built to a painful degree in wondering what he might be planning to do next, and the excited groan he let over the sight of her in such a position didn't quell her desire to find out.

  “Gods, you're beautiful,” he murmured, using his free hand to trace the curves of her backside, then between her thighs, making her ache so badly it literally hurt.

  Mindlessly, she parted her legs wider to give him all the access he needed, and he took full advantage. In an instant, his fingers pushed against the slick entrance of her pussy, and she didn't bother muffling a lusty moan as a thick digit sank inside.

  Her muscles clenched around it, causing him to groan, almost sounding surprised in adding, “So tight.”

  When that digit penetrated to the knuckle, she sucked in a breath and forgot to exhale. But instead of thrusting between her legs as expected, he seemed to be searching, curling his finger against her inner walls until she let a sharp gasp when he hit a sensitive spot.

  The Warlord stilled in response, then pressed against it harder, massaging in a way she'd never experienced.

  And it felt so good.

  “Oh my god!” she whimpered in astonishment, a new gush of wetness making it easier for him to exploit that spot.

  “There it is,” he returned, sounding almost as breathless as she was. “You seem surprised. Has no one touched you this way before?”

  “No!” she rasped, her hips squirming as pleasure bloomed.

  But despite the daze clouding her senses, she was still aware when he shifted behind her. Had he just moved to the floor? It was hard to tell, though her legs were at the edge of the mattress, making it plausible, and the answer came when he pressed his hot mouth against her inner thigh.

  With her wrists still caught in one of his hands, she clenched her fists, the throbbing between her legs growing more intense as his lips trailed kisses up to her mound. Her heart hammered frantically, desire building until he treated her clitoris to a light flick of his tongue.

  By then, she was so sensitive her hips jerked in response, emitting a low moan when he teased her with more of the same. All the while, he massaged her inner walls, driving her insane with lust until he finally latched onto her clit with a covetous suck, mercilessly circling with his tongue.

  Staying still was impossible, her writhing growing more violent with each passing moment. The pleasure radiating throughout her body was simply exquisite, building at a staggering rate—she'd never arrived a point where orgasm seemed to be within reach so quickly.

  Yet she must've bucked too hard for Mikail to continue because he suddenly released her wrists and pulled away, breaking all contact. She would've protested, but the Warlord gave her no time, grasping her hips to flip her over onto her back.

  Landing with a bounce, her mind was so foggy it took several moments just to look down. But the moment she did, she saw him locking her legs apart with his big hands, leaving her exposed as his mouth latched between them to resume his previous activities.

  A cry filled the room as he trapped her clit with a greedy suck and lashed it so furiously she grasped fistfuls of his hair, bliss filling her like never before—and not simply due to the pleasure. A sense of connection to Mikail was growing just as rampantly, nearly convincing her beyond a doubt that nothing they did could ever be considered meaningless.

  His arms locked around her torso, hands cupping her breasts to hold her in place as his head slanted between her parted thighs, preventing her from focusing on that sensation instead of simply experiencing it in addition to hot, wet pleasure. It was too much, or not enough, she couldn't tell, too busy thrashing against the furs from his wicked attention to figure it out.

  His hungry growl filled her ears as her sensitive bud consistently bobbed beneath his tongue, licking and sucking until she simply couldn't take anymore.

  Body going tense, she cried his name, writhing in a wild display that was only impeded by his arms holding her so tightly in place. The torrent of her orgasm lasted for what seemed like eternity as she clutched whatever part of Mikail was within reach—and in turn, that sense of connection grew tenfold, as if tethered to him completely no matter what heights of pleasure she reached.

  She'd never experienced anything like it, completely overwhelmed by the time her body went limp against the furs covering his bed. Yet, even though her orgasm was over, that sense of connection to Mikail remained, lingering as if she'd just taken a step toward something from which she could never return.

  It was almost like entering that portal in The Nexus and finding herself stranded in unknown territory all over again. But where she'd accessed that portal by choice, this felt more like being caught up in the rapids of a river with no control over where it led.

  The sensation was curious, and altogether daunting, though she currently lacked the presence of mind to consider it in depth. Instead, her full focus was on embracing Mikail when he joined her in bed, kissing him senseless with only a single thought in mind she could actually identify as truth.

  Deep down, she wanted to stay in Satorala, and leaving was going to be much harder than she'd let on.

  Mikail was more convinced than ever that the woman he'd just pleasured was his by fate.

  The sight of her naked body sprawled over his furs, breasts heaving and hair fanned around her crown, was too good not to take in with a single, instinctive thought emerging.

  This is how it should be.

  What they'd shared that night hadn't been some fling, and what he felt wasn't a fluke. No, he knew in his bones that he was tethered to Jennifer Kivsey, and wanted nothing more than to have her in his bed night after night, satisfied and panting just the way she was now.

  Shirking his pants off, he quickly joined her, stretching his body out beside hers before pressing several kisses against her cheeks and neck.

  Groaning, she turned her head to seek his mouth, and Mikail didn't deny her a passionate kiss, his tongue swirling around hers with a deep groan of appreciation rumbling from his chest.

  As soon as their lips broke contact, he found her nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck while affectionately drawing her knuckles across his cheek.

  Capturing her wrist, he turned to press a kiss into her palm as she whispered on a sleepy tone, “Mission accomplished.”

  He arched a brow questioningly. “What do you mean?”

  “You promised I'd enjoy every moment, and you certainly delivered.”

  Finally, he grinned, pressing another kiss to
her lips before she added, “And it's probably the orgasmic euphoria talking, but for what it's worth, I do think I'd be lucky to have you, Mikail.”

  Chuckling, he dragged one of the furs up over their bodies and murmured, “Euphoria or not, it's worth more than words can say.”

  A languid smile graced her lips, but only for a moment before she asked, “You're not upset I can't make promises, are you?”

  He nearly groaned, the mere thought of their situation weighing heavily now that his mind wasn't clouded with pleasure. But instead of discussing it in depth, he replied, “I won't lie, I'm more convinced now than ever that you're mine. But I'd rather enjoy this moment than worry about what might come tomorrow.”

  “Me too,” she agreed, the words coming out as a yawn. “I haven't had an evening like this in … well, never, honestly.”

  It was impossible to suppress a sense of pride in asking, “Was it that good?”

  “Good? Try mind blowing.”

  Grinning arrogantly, he kissed her forehead and directed, “Then rest, love. Everything else can wait until morning.”

  Kivsey didn't respond with words, and only placed a kiss against his neck before snuggling against him beneath the furs—and he cherished every second. No matter what came tomorrow, having the heat of her body settled so comfortably against his now was the best feeling in the world, causing him to drift off in record time.

  The last thought that entered his mind before doing so was to wonder what Terra was like, and how she'd react to learning of his intentions to accompany her there.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

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  It was close to morning when Mikail's fidgeting drew Kivsey from sleep.

  After their activities the previous night, she'd rested soundly, cuddled into his side and too relaxed to give anything a second thought—except their intimacies of course.

  She wasn't certain it would be easy to admit aloud, but the hint of what they'd have together had ruined her. Whether Mikail was gifted, or simply lucky, his erotic attention made her body sing as if he'd practiced pleasuring her for years. She doubted anyone else would ever stir her blood to boiling so quickly—and it made her wonder.