by Sara Page
“Ameia,” Warrick exclaims, his voice harsh in warning. Behind him Vis growls louder, in fact since I flung away my shirt I don’t think he’s stopped growling.
I’ve come so far now I can’t stop, I have to keep going.
“Warrick,” I smile, holding my hands out to him. “I’m yours, take me.”
Like a bat out of hell, Warrick swoops down on me. Grabbing me up in his incredibly large hands, his thick fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he hauls me up against his rock hard body.
It’s almost like slamming into a wall.
My lips fall open in surprise and all the breath flies right out of me. It feels like he’s furious, desperate, and hungry all at once. His hands knead and squeeze my cheeks while his mouth finds and claims my mouth.
Tongue thrusting hard and deep, I moan, clutching at his shirt as a sharp stake of desire slams into my core. Suddenly, I wish he was thrusting something else inside me.
Head tilting to the side, his mouth slants over mine, again and again. Kissing me like he’s trying to eat me. Legs wrapping around his waist, I rock my hips, rubbing the bare, sensitive folds of my sex against the growing bulge in his pants.
Already, I can feel tension and pressure building inside me. I could probably find my release like this but there’s been no hint of a light like before.
Moaning into the sweet depths of his mouth, I arch up, wrapping my arms around his neck while I rub my breasts against his firm chest. My moan fades into a growl as my nipples slide against coarse fabric. He’s still wearing a shirt.
I need to feel skin. I’m chasing that elusive electric connection between us.
Where is it? Dammit.
Unwrapping one arm from around his neck, I reach between us and grab the bottom of his shirt.
The tips of my fingers drag across the ridges of his stomach as I pull it up and I feel the first faint sparks. Spurned on and needing more, I shove my hand under his shirt, rubbing it all over him. His muscles clench, tightening beneath my greedy fingers.
There’s energy sparking between us now but it’s not enough. I rub my hand slowly across the smooth, hard surface of his pectoral and his nipple tightens beneath my palm. How did I get so much energy going between us before, when we were down by the pit?
Oh, yes, now I remember.
Warrick rumbles deep in his throat as he continues to kiss me. I can tell by the way his mouth sucks on my mouth, and how deep his tongue is spearing towards my throat that he’s really enjoying me touching him.
But I need more friction. I don’t want sparks; I want fireworks.
Sucking in a breath in preparation, Warrick’s tongue pauses in my mouth as if he suspects something is about to happen. Before he can stop me, I quickly drag my hand from his pectoral all the way down to his waist.
My hand lights up, sizzling and popping. Warrick’s rumble transforms into an agonized, needy groan.
My own body responds as if I was just electrocuted. My muscles seize up, and all my little nerves fire off in unison. It feels so good, but it feels bad too. It’s pleasure and pain, but the pain comes first. The sparks go off and there’s this sharp bite that melts away into liquid warmth.
Before either of us has time to recover I push my hand roughly upwards. Warrick shudders and twitches against me and I groan, my hand crackling and popping.
Fingers digging into the meaty flesh of my ass, Warrick begins to move forward. I cling to him with my one arm wrapped around his neck.
I’d shove my hand back down to his waist, into his pants, but I’m afraid he’d drop me to the floor.
All it takes is two big steps before I’m falling, my back hitting the bed. My thighs flex as I go down, locking tight around his waist but he’s so big, I can’t keep him against me. Pulling away, Warrick props himself up on his elbows to stare down at me.
“Ameia,” he sighs and his hand strokes against my cheek.
I shiver and arch my back up, my breasts feeling cold and lonely without him pressed against me.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers stroking down, tickling against the line of my jaw.
“Warrick,” I gasp and rock my hips up. “You can speak?”
“Yes,” he grunts, his jaw tightening as my sex grinds against the bulge of his trapped cock. Then his voice softens, sounding so sweet as he tells me, “I’ve waited for you for an eternity.”
His head falls forward and he begins to nibble at my throat. Groaning, I tip my head to the side to give him better access and catch a glimpse of Vis watching us from across the room, his eyes back to red and blazing with fury.
Each scrape of Warrick’s teeth, each hot little lap of his tongue sends sharp little stabs of pleasure straight to my core. Already I feel so wet, so swollen and we haven’t done much but grope and kiss each other. I should probably stop this, I should probably point out that Vis is watching us, but I’m afraid if I do we’ll lose what we’ve already built up. I just need to see this through. Reaching Beast is more important than worrying about Vis. I tune him out of my thoughts and focus all of my attention on Warrick.
“Please,” I implore Warrick, my arm unwinding from around his neck so my hand can push at his shoulder. “Don’t stop. I need more.”
I need more sensation, more friction. I want a blazing fire, not this slow burn.
Warrick’s hot breath huffs against my neck, then his teeth are slicing across my shoulder. I hold my breath, causing my breasts to rise up. My peaks feeling so heavy, my nipples tight and achy.
I throw back my head and nearly scream as his hot mouth latches onto my right nipple.
“Fucking hell,” Vis curses, sounding closer.
Warrick stiffens, his teeth clamping down on my poor little nipple. I let out a little yelp at the pain and Vis appears over Warrick’s shoulder. Pulling back, Warrick sucks hard before allowing my nipple to pop out of his mouth. He turns his head, looking at Vis.
There are no words but I know they’re communicating silently. I don’t know what’s being passed between them and frankly I don’t care, all that matters to me is that Warrick has stopped touching me. We can’t stop, we can’t. I have to keep this going.
Reaching up, I grab Warrick’s head and turn his face back to me, forcing him to look at me. “You hurt me,” I pout. “You need to make it better.”
Warrick’s eyes flare and his head dips back down. His wet, glistening mouth opens above my sore nipple and the tip of his tongue flicks against it.
I moan, it’s just enough sensation to get me squirming.
“More,” I plead, my fingers gripping Warrick’s head and trying to guide him. “Please. I need more, Warrick.”
He flattens his tongue and laps at the hardened little tip.
I open my mouth, just about to tell him it’s still not enough when Vis speaks up for me. “She wants you to suck on her.”
Warrick pauses, his eyes rolling up to me, uncertain and inquiring.
I feel the same uncertainty. Is this how it’s going to be? Should I nip what Vis just did in the bud or stick with the plan and keep going?
Swallowing back the panic, I take a deep breath and try to relax as I tell Warrick, “Yes, I want you to suck on me.”
Vis groans as if he’s in pain just as Warrick’s sucks my nipple into his mouth, suckling hungrily.
There it is again, that warmth, that buzz I’ve been chasing. Warrick’s mouth is so hot, so wet as he sucks on me I feel like my very insides are melting. Needy little sounds keep escaping my throat and I just can’t stay still. My thighs tense around his waist, and between them I’m beginning to throb.
He’s so massive, I wonder if he’ll even fit inside me.
“Don’t neglect the other breast,” Vis chastises, and I glance over to see that he’s now sitting on the bed beside us.
I groan as Warrick gives my left breast one last long lick then moves on to the right, sucking the neglected nipple into his mouth.
Writhing, my fingers tug at Warrick
’s hair. I love what he’s doing to me, really. I can’t stop panting and I’m grinding shamelessly, but it’s still not enough.
“I want you inside me,” I groan and feel Warrick groan against my breast in return. “I need you inside me, Warrick. Please.” I tug on his hair harder. “I’m so empty, fill me up.”
Pushing up, Warrick kisses me hard on the mouth. Untangling my fingers from his hair, I reach between us and immediately grab at his pants. Pulling at his waistband, I begin to shove my hand down them when he suddenly jerks back, out of my reach.
“Why?” I gasp and his face pulls into a frown. He looks down at my body, and he’s breathing heavy. I know he wants me. Reaching down, he spans his massive black hand across my ribs.
“You’re so small.”
I groan as he scoots back, remaining out of my reach. Head dropping forward, he begins to kiss his way down from my ribs, over the swell of my stomach.
“This is torture,” I grit from between my teeth and now that I can’t reach his pants, I decide to go for his horns. I yank and Warrick’s gaze flicks up.
“Don’t you want me?” I ask softly, knowing damn well that he does.
Warrick doesn’t answer me at first, he stares up at me as if I’m an opponent he’s sizing up. Then his hand drops to my sex and without warning his thick fingers slide through my folds.
I cry out, my entire body locking up as if I was just shocked.
Warrick lifts his hand to his mouth and licks me off of his fingers before telling me, “You’re not wet enough.”
Oh gods.
Who is this guy? First he was just a roaring monster, grabbing me out of the dark. Then he was my strong but mute protector, my only chance at escaping this hell. Now he’s… gods… playing my body like he knows what he’s doing.
Is he experienced? Has he done these things before? I was planning on getting him so worked up he couldn’t stop himself from attacking me but that’s clearly not going to happen now.
Fighting off my yanks, Warrick continues to kiss his way down, lips traveling over the bump of my mons. He stops, staring so hard at my sex I can’t help but die a little inside. It’s so mortifying and so sexy at the same time. I don’t know if I’m burning up from the embarrassment or from his rapt attention. I try to close my legs but he grabs me by the thighs and spreads me open wide for him.
Leaning forward, he breathes out hotly against my wet sex as he admits, “I’ve been fantasizing about doing this for so long…”
“I wouldn’t call two days very long,” I try to say playfully to ease some of my own embarrassment but it comes out more like a nervous sigh.
“Not two days,” he shakes his head and then his lips touch me.
I freeze as a tidal wave of sensation crashes over me, rolling over my thoughts. His tongue swipes at me, the tip dragging through my folds from bottom to top.
Once he’s done, all the air I was holding inside of me comes out of me in a gush.
“I’ve fantasized about touching you, about licking you for eternities,” he continues.
I suck in a shrill breath as his tongue touches me again, this time dragging slowly along my folds as if he’s savoring the taste. Once his tongue reaches my clit, he gives it a little flick. I can’t stop myself from squeaking as my hips jerk in response.
“The fantasy of you…”
His grip tightens on my thighs to hold me still as his tongue drags against me.
“Of your body…”
His tongue slides back down, poking into my entrance.
“Of your taste…”
Gripping his horns, I feel my walls clenching and a jolt of white hot pleasure shooting up my spine as the slick length of his tongue teases me by thrusting in and out.
“Of all the things I wanted to do to you…”
In one swift movement his tongue laps up and then presses against my clit, awakening a maddening throb. I cry out and my grip on his horns tightens as I try to hold him right there.
His mouth leaves me and I cry out in dismay, hating that he stopped. But then he rises up, his face in my face, the tips of our noses almost touching. His eyes are no longer smoldering, they’re blazing infernos, but it’s not just lust in his eyes there’s also a danger in there. Because where there’s fire, there’s smoke. And the smoke is forming into thick, black clouds.
“You are what kept me going in that dark hole. For endless eternities I was left, lost and abandoned in a world of nothing. Existing in total blackness. No sight, no sound. There was only you.”
“Me?” I ask in disbelief. That’s impossible. Just what exactly is he saying?
His voice is so rough as he speaks it sounds like he has gravel in his throat. “Yes, you Ameia. You were my light in the dark. My beacon. My salvation. If it weren’t for you, I would have never found my way back to this world.”
“I didn’t do anything… I can’t take credit for th—” He shuts me up by pressing his mouth against mine, swallowing the rest of my words. He kisses me long and deep, until I’m squirming and throbbing and more worried about getting enough air than trying to argue with him. I taste myself upon his lips, and I love the taste of the two of us blended together.
His lips leave mine and he kisses his way back down my body. In a way I almost feel like I’m directing him as I keep my fingers wrapped firmly around his horns. I’d never dream of grabbing Beast or Striker by their horns, the ones on their helmets are deadly and tipped with barbs. But Warrick’s horns are a grainy, smooth texture, making the perfect handles.
His teeth stop to scrape against my hip bones and I’m so focused on what his mouth is doing I about fly off of the bed as one finger slides into me.
“Not wet enough,” he growls in displeasure and I almost feel like I should be apologizing for it.
I lock my teeth together and throw back my head as another finger slides in, pushing against my walls.
“And you’re so damn tight, Ameia. I’ll split you in two if I try to enter you now.”
“Do it,” I hiss in a challenge and rock my hips up, taking his fingers deeper. “I can take it.”
After all, I had no trouble taking Beast or Striker, and they aren’t small by any means.
Warrick nips at the peak of my mons and growls. “No, not yet. I’ll only hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I insist but my words end on a cry as he begins to pump his fingers in and out. The friction is amazing, all those sizzling electric juices are flowing though me again. I’m so close to that light, that place where I heard Beast, I can practically taste it.
Gaze slipping between our bodies, I watch his rough fingers disappear inside me and it pushes me closer to the edge. His fingers are so dark compared to my paleness, and they’re glistening, almost dripping with my wetness.
“Do you want me to beg?” I gasp and bite my lip to keep from crying out as his fingers curl inside me.
The light flashes in front of my eyes but it’s gone just as quick as it came. Even as his fingers work, stroking against my most sensitive spot, it’s just fleeting flashes, not nearly long enough to find Beast, but it’s so damn distracting I can’t concentrate or form any more words.
Warrick doesn’t answer me with words. His head moves lower and before I can prepare myself he’s covering my clit with his mouth while his fingers continue to pump in and out of me. But now his mouth is sucking hard on my clit and his fingers are pumping so much faster. I can hear how wet I am, I can hear the slick wet sounds of his fingers as they thrust in and out.
He growls and shakes his head back and forth, attacking my clit furiously, showing no mercy. And it’s mere seconds before I feel like I have too much pressure built up in my core.
I explode. My fingers lock around his horns, I throw my head back, my entire body shuddering against the bed. Inside, my walls convulse and contract around his fingers. They feel so big, surely there’s more than two of them buried in there.
He groans encouragement, his mouth vibrating around my
clit and then he traps it between his teeth. I feel a little pinch. The world in front of my eyes goes white.
It’s exactly what I wanted, exactly what I was ready to beg for but it’s so intense, such a rush, I feel myself reach that place I know where Beast is waiting for me, that highest point, but immediately I start falling back down. It’s like I’m a rocket that burst into the air but instead of pushing through the atmosphere I tip to the side and tumble back to the ground.
I was so close, so freakin’ close, I could cry from the loss. Instead of feeling relief after that intense orgasm, mentally I’m still trying to fight my way back up as my body settles down. I don’t know how long I struggle before I finally peel my eyes open.
Warrick’s eyes are blazing back at me from between my thighs. His mouth opens, and he gives my clit one last slow lap of his tongue. I shiver and moan, overly sensitive as he rises above me. My hands fall away from his horns and drop to my sides. I’m too weak to keep him down with me. He’s kneeling above me, between my thighs but his hand is still pressed against me.
Fingers still buried deep, I realize I’m squeezing him tight as if I’m trying to keep him there. He grins, pleased with himself, his lips wet and shiny from my release. Slowly, torturously he slides his fingers out, and they drip all over my thighs.
I want to be mortified, I do, but I’m too damn excited. The disappointment I felt vanishes instantly, replaced by a new hope. “Am I wet enough now?”
“Let’s find out,” he grunts and shoves his pants down.
The cock he takes in his hand is so enormous, so freakishly huge, my jaw drops. I thought, perhaps, he was stroking his own ego with the whole splitting me into two thing, but his cock really is twice the size of a normal Ravagers. It’s perfectly proportionate with his massive body, thick and veiny, thrusting hard and proud away from his body. In fact, if it was smaller it would probably look weird.
I stare at his cock in shock and my mouth goes dry. There’s no way that monster will fit in my pussy. He was right. If he tries to put that enormous thing inside me he is going to split me in two and break me.
His fingers squeeze as he pumps his hand up and down his shaft. A pearly bead of precum forms on the tip, and I scoot my butt back a little.
