Shadow and Bones (Dullahan Book 1)

by Ryvr Jones

  Rhys caught her legs in his arms and closed his eyes for a moment. This feels right. Like home.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as he started to walk, carrying her.

  “Up,” he growled.

  “Oh,” Caeron piped up, “Rhys is so fun when he gets all caveman like that. So hot.” He winked when they passed in front of him. “You lucky demon.”

  Once they were out of the library, Tarani bit Rhys’s neck. “How does Caeron knows that?”

  “We were lovers for a time,” Rhys answered without hesitation. He wasn’t ashamed of it, and as annoying as Caeron was, Rhys would never deny their relationship or what Caeron had been to him. They had been good together, taking care of each other. Keeping loneliness at bay.

  For a time.

  Tarani giggled. “Oh, that explains a lot.”

  “Like what?”

  “Why you care so much about each other. Why you two fight so much, but it’s never really serious. And how you know each other so well.”

  “I guess,” he said, entering his room and closing the door behind them. He threw her on the bed, where she bounced and laughed, delight shinning on her face. She put her elbows under her, lifting her head to look at him. “Caeron is absolutely right. Caveman Rhys is so much fun.”

  Rhys stared at her, taking her in. Her slightly spread legs gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her upper thighs, pale and smooth. He wanted to lick and bite them, mark her as his.

  “Why aren’t you lovers anymore?” she asked, no jealousy or whatsoever in her voice. “I mean, I’m glad, since if you were with him I imagine you wouldn’t be interested in me. But why?”

  “It wasn’t love. It was about physical attraction, companionship. So I cut him loose.” Rhys knelt on the bed, opening his shirt. “I didn’t want him to get entangled with the darkness.” He shrugged the shirt off and went for his pants. “It was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and I still care about him, but I’d have been interested in you, no matter what.” Completely naked, he crawled over her, her eyes keeping him captive.

  “You think Caeron is hot?” She grinned widely. Wickedly.

  “Yes.” He gave her a lopsided smile. “But you’re hotter.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  “I do.” Tarani was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and having her sprawled on his bed, flushed with desire, willing to take him into her body, cranked his lust into high gear.

  “He is pretty hot.” She blushed. “I bet you two together were hot, too. I’d have liked to see it, your sweaty bodies entangled, hard lips kissing, strong hands caressing lean muscles…” She got breathless and her blush deepened.

  Rhys’s cock hardened painfully, and he was a little breathless himself. “Shut up.” Tarani had a nicely dirty mind, and listening to her talk about how hot she thought Caeron and him were together, was almost more than he could take. “You’re going to make me blow. Besides, you’re the only person I’m interested in being entangled with.”

  “Fuck me, caveman.” She gripped his hair and tugged his head down for a voracious kiss. “Fuck me hard.”

  Lust shot through his body, making his blood pump faster and roar in his ears. He narrowed his eyes. “Do you want me to go caveman on you, Tarani?”

  “Yes.” She bit his lower lip, hard, drawing a drop of blood. “I want you to fuck me as you’d fuck him. No holds barred. No restraints on yourself.” Her eyes smoldered.

  Not holding anything back.

  His stomach tightened in a sharp coil of arousal. The first time they’d been together, he had, indeed, restrained himself. It had been her first time, and he hadn’t wanted to scare her. The possibility of letting go, of giving in to his deepest, darkest desires was tantalizing. And dangerous.

  “What if it’s too much?” Shut up, his dick protested. But Rhys wouldn’t risk it. “You don’t know—”

  She shut him up with a kiss. “I’m not the same Tarani you fucked last time. I’ve remembered a lot about myself. I’m stronger. I know what I want.” Her nails raked his back, making him shudder. “I want the real you, all of you. I can take it.”

  Take what she’s offering. Take her, make her yours.

  “Will you tell me if you want me to stop?” he croaked.

  There was no fear on her face, only open desire. For him. “Yes.”

  The small word unleashed the beast inside him. Rhys grabbed her neck with one hand, squeezing the slightest bit, only enough to show her he was in charge. Looking into her eyes, he said, “Until you tell me to stop, you’re going to do as I say. No questions. No hesitation.” He put his lips against her ear. “I’m going to use you for my own pleasure. I’m going to fuck you long and hard.” Her breath hitched, her blood pumping wildly in her throat. “And you’re going to like it.”

  “Yes,” she panted.

  Her surrender, her trust, went straight to his head, lighting a fire in his belly. He put a pillow under her head, angling it up, and knelt above her, his hard cock in his hand.

  “Open up.” She obeyed, and he shoved his length between her pretty lips. Grabbing her hair, he fucked her mouth, careful to avoid going too deep.

  “Suck me,” he ordered and she complied, her tongue caressing him as he glided in and out. She ran her teeth lightly over his sensitive skin. “Fuck! Yes, do it again.” She did, the light bite of pain mixing with the pleasure provided by her soft lips. “Like that, suck me, suck my dick.”

  Her hands went to his ass, pressing him tighter against her, and she swallowed more of him. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to enjoy sucking him off. She scratched his butt cheeks, then soothed the punished skin with light caresses.

  When she looked up at him, her eyes were bright with mischief. She let his dick go. “Do you have some lube?”

  Speechless, Rhys nodded and grabbed the lube he kept in his nightstand. She opened the small bottle and dripped the clear liquid over her fingers.

  Jesus Christ. He stood still, waiting, waiting.

  She went back to his dick, sucking and licking. Her hand crept to his ass, Oh Gods, yes, and she probed his asshole with her slick fingertips. The touch sent a jolt of lightening up his spine.

  “Yes,” he growled, and he didn’t need to say anything else. She invaded him with one finger, slowly, experimenting.

  “More,” he rasped, and she withdrew her slim finger, coming back with two. She started to finger fuck him, gradually increasing the pace. So good. He’d missed having his ass played with, making the nerve endings come alive. To feel the devastating intimacy of being penetrated.

  Rhys stood still, at the mercy of her wicked ministrations. He closed his eyes, focusing on the wet warmth wrapped around his dick, the delicate fingers moving in and out of him, owning him better than any cock because they were hers. Tarani was fucking his ass and sucking his cock and he was dying of pleasure.

  Then she found his sweet spot.

  “Fuck, yes! There, right there, do it again.”

  She fumbled a little, searching for the precise spot. His rear channel was on fire, her inexpert touch causing pleasant ripples through his muscles. When she found what she was looking for, she stilled her in-and-out motion, caressing his prostate with unerring precision, softly at first, then increasing the pressure, always rubbing.

  “Oh, oh, yes, more, just like that, harder, yes!” Rhys’s brain exploded, all coherent tough flying from him. He grabbed her hair again and tugged, knowing it would sting. “Don’t stop.” He fucked her mouth, blind with pleasure. “I’m going to come in your pretty mouth and you—” he shoved his cock forcefully in her, feeling the back of her throat contract, hugging his tip, “—you’re going to swallow every drop.” Faster, faster he fucked her. “You’re going to sallow my pleasure. So close.”

  He kept fucking her mouth and fucking himself on her fingers. She gagged, her eyes teared up, but she spurred him on with a hand raking his butt cheek, pressing him closer.

  “Yes, take it, suck
me.” She managed to relax her throat, and his cock slid deeper inside. Rhys felt drunk with power, holding on to her hair and fucking her mouth, until he came with a vicious roar.

  When he took his dick out of her luscious mouth after she sucked him dry, she smiled.

  “That was…” she licked her lips, “…insanely hot.” A soft pink hue stained her skin from her cheeks to her collarbone, and the perverted satisfaction shining on her eyes was like a drug to his senses.

  Still grabbing her hair, he bent over her and tugged her head back, ravaging her lips with a ferocious kiss. He lay over her, settling himself between her legs. He took her wrists prisoner with one hand, pining them to the bed over her head and her breasts speared upward, presented to him like a feast. He bit one nipple lightly, and she moaned softly. He bit a little harder.

  “Rhys,” she gurgled.

  “Do you like a little pain, Tarani?” He bit again, harder.

  “Yes!” she screamed and came, spasms overtaking her body. She gripped him with her thighs, moaning and panting, her lips parted, her muscles locked in pleasure.

  He stroked her clit with his free hand, extending her orgasm until she cried out.

  “Please. It’s too much.”

  “No,” he said, relentless in his caresses. “Unless you tell me to stop, you’re going to accept everything I give you.” Her entire body shook, and he plunged a finger inside her, keeping pressure on her clit with his thumb.

  “Please, oh please,” she cried out.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head. He added another finger and she screamed again, calling his name as he fucked her with his fingers, watching her face for signals of distress. All he saw was pleasure, her struggle to accept the ecstasy he inflicted on her body. Good. He wanted her as mindless with lust as he was.

  “My dick is already getting hard again, ready to fuck you raw.” He licked her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, make you beg for mercy. Then I’ll keep fucking you, ravaging your little pussy until you tell me to stop.”

  “Yes, please.” She whimpered, thrusting her hips into his fingers.

  Fucking hell. The way she asked for more, the unbidden responses from her body, had him ready to blow again. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down.

  “First, I’m going to taste you.” Ravenous to savor her, he let go of her hands. “Keep them still.”

  “Okay.” She grabbed fistfuls of sheet and bit her lip, her eyes glazed with arousal.

  Climbing down her body, he squeezed her breasts and bit her nipples, breathing her rainy scent, licking and nipping every inch of her pale skin. Seeing his marks on her, the imprint of his teeth on her neck, his scratches on her ribs, made him happy.

  Mine. Forever.

  He kept going down, until he was faced with her core. Her pussy was swollen, drenched with her lust. He licked the engorged lips from top to bottom and up again, then sucked the soft and pliant flesh into his mouth, delighted with her tangy flavor.

  While he fucked her with two fingers, he started to suck on her clit, softly at first, then harder, alternating sucking with quick licks, and she grew louder, asking him to never stop. He added a third finger and curled them, finding the spot that made her scream.

  Then he bit her clit, just hard enough to cause a sting of pain.

  “Rhys!” she screamed and came again, her pussy contracting around him as her legs clasped his shoulders, and he rode her orgasm, never relenting, but pressing, licking, ramming his fingers in and out her.

  Another wave of lust shot through his body when he saw her hands were where he’d ordered, grasping the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. And she was still taking everything he gave, enduring it without pleading for him to relent. He shivered, watching her face contorted with pleasure and the fight to accept too much of it.

  “Yes, that’s it. Take it.” Mine. Body and soul.

  Once her orgasm subsided, he climbed up her body and kissed her, giving her a taste of herself. She growled and bit him, licking his teeth, shoving her tongue inside his mouth, clawing his back.

  “Get on all fours,” he barked and sat back on his haunches, unable to wait another second to get inside her. His blood had turned into liquid fire, melting his limbs and burning his skin.

  She complied without hesitation, her head down on her hands, presenting her pale, rounded ass to him.

  Changing his mind, he knelt behind her, caressing her silky skin.

  “Beautiful,” he crooned. And slapped her ass. Hard. Tarani cried out, but didn’t protest. He stroked the print left by his hand. Another slap, to the other cheek. “Does it hurt?” he asked, running his hands over the armed skin.

  “Yes,” she panted.

  He bent over her and whispered in her ear, “Ask for more.”

  Tarani shuddered. “More.”

  Arousal cut through his belly, tightening his muscles. He straightened and spanked her, no mercy. No restraints. Slap, slap, slap, his hand went down. Her skin got warmer, redder, while she cried and asked for more with each one and her pussy dripped with moisture.

  “Do you like it, Tarani?”

  Apparently unable to from coherent responses, she nodded. Her responsiveness, the way she complied to his every desire, was too much. He needed to get inside her or he was going to die.

  Covering her again, he bit her ear. “Now, I’m going to fuck you raw, and you’re going to take it. To give me pleasure and let me do whatever I want with you.”

  “Please,” she panted. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  And there went flying what little sanity he had left. He plunged inside her and pumped his hips, hammering her channel with his cock. “You’re so wet, so hot. You like it hard, don’t you?”

  She nodded.

  He gripped her hair and forced her head back. Licked her ear, her jaw, gave her a savage kiss. “Tell me you want me to fuck you harder.”

  “Harder, fuck me harder.” The dirty words fell from her swollen and bitten lips in a litany. “Fuck me, fuck me.”

  He moved his hips faster, grabbing her waist for leverage as he watched his cock slide in and out of her and felt his balls slapping her sex. Her tight heat was pure heaven. She met him thrust for thrust, gripping the sheets to stay in place while he fucked her like a beast, letting go, no restraints.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he rasped, ravaging her pussy, tightening his grip on her. “To be fucked by an animal?”

  “Yes,” she panted. “Yes, Rhys, fuck me like that. I’m yours, to do with me whatever you want, to give you pleasure.”

  Rhys almost lost it right then. He was too close, but he wasn’t going alone. “Play with yourself.”

  After brushing his cock with her fingertips, she obeyed.

  “Harder.” His eyes rolled back in his head. “Rub your clit harder. Faster.”

  Mine. Mine. Mine. The word was a chant in his head, echoing with each thrust.

  “Pinch your clit. Hard. Like when I bit you there,” he ordered, and she did, coming apart around him, calling his name, her entire body shaking.

  Her pussy milked his cock and he was done. His orgasm exploded from him in a roar, seizing his entire body. He went taut as a bow and spurted inside her tight, hot cunt, coming so hard his vision went black for a second.

  His legs shook with the effort of remaining upright. He threw himself to his side, taking her with him. When she was half splayed over him, he relaxed his muscles and sighed, a final shudder wracking his body.

  Rhys was spent and satisfied as he hadn’t been in a long, long time.

  He was also terrified.

  He closed his eyes. He’d let his beast free, as Tarani had asked. He’d showed her the ugliness, the savagery that was all him, that had nothing to do with the darkness. It was too much. I finally managed to screw up bad enough, and she’ll be horrified when she realizes what she allowed me to do to her.

  “Stop it,” Tarani growled, her words slightly slurred.

  �
�What?”

  “Worrying,” she grumbled. “I can feel it in my chest. Your fear is ruining this nice afterglow thing I have going here.”

  Kissing the top of her head, Rhys hugged her tighter. “Are you okay?”

  “I was just fucked hard and long as promised.” A lazy smile curled her lips. “I’m better than okay. Stop worrying.” She caressed his chest with her fingertips.

  “Are you sure? It wasn’t too much? I didn’t—”

  Tarani plastered a hand over his mouth. “Shut up. I’m pleased and satisfied with what we did. I’m not going anywhere. Can we please just enjoy being together?”

  Flustered, he nodded, and she let her hand fall to his waist, encircling him. Her body was warm and sweet against his, her breath blowing softly over his chest, her tangled hair shining around her face. He ran his fingers over her arm, her shoulder, her collarbone.

  “I’m happy,” she whispered, entwining a leg with his, rubbing her foot on his calf. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips.

  Maybe I didn’t screw up, after all.

  Maybe, just maybe, he could be with her. Live in her light.

  Maybe he really wouldn’t be alone anymore.

  He just needed to figure out how to keep his soul alive.

  A pang of nostalgia squeezed Caeron’s chest as he watched Rhys carry Tamerah away. Caeron couldn’t deny he missed the feeling of strong arms wrapped around him. It had been too fucking long.

  “Oooh,” Nell said, bumping his shoulder, “you and Rhys were together, weren’t you?” She wiggled her brows.

  Caeron laughed. He really liked the human. “Yep. It was good while it lasted.” He leaned back on the couch, his shoulders slumping. “Until he decided it was too dangerous for me to be around him. You know, stoical-martyr bullshit.”

  Nell pursed her lips in sympathy, nodding. “Were you in love with him?”

  “No, and thank the Gods for small mercies. Rhys is too…intense. Under all that quiet broodiness there’s an amazing man, a man capable of turning you inside out and bringing you to your knees. Hell,” Caeron chuckled, “he brought me to my knees, and I wasn’t even in love with him.”