Moon-Kissed

by Amelia Hutchins

  “What is that supposed to mean?” I demanded, and a woman cried out before I’d even finished speaking. My head spun, watching as three men pleasured a woman at once. “Wow, I didn’t see that coming,” I admitted.

  All around us, couples were shedding their clothes. I turned toward Torrin, who smirked, watching the heat painting my cheeks. He slid his hand around the back of my neck, yanking me close against him before his mouth crushed mine, causing tension to build in my abdomen.

  “I need to get out of here,” I whispered, unable to get Torrin close enough to my skin.

  “Do you now? I think you should watch them play and take notes.”

  “Torrin, please,” I pleaded. “My response to the moon isn’t like the others. It’s magnified and violent when ignored. I can’t be around them because I lose all self-control. Get me out of here, now.”

  Torrin searched my face, finding the panic in my glowing green eyes. He grabbed my hand, nodding to the guards, who moved toward the other girls in my team, stopping in front of them while creating a barrier between the frolicking crowd of nightwalkers. My eyes held Amo’s, nodding subtly to tell her I was okay and to go on with the plan we’d started.

  Torrin moved us through the dark hallway, heading up a spiraling staircase. When we reached the top, he nodded at the guards, who stood in front of an extensive set of doors. They moved forward and opened them so we could enter the bedroom.

  I barely made it inside before I groaned, leaning over to rest my hands on my knees to ignore the pain echoing through me. Torrin silently watched me, moving toward the large desk that I’d seen in his dreamscape. Shoving past the unease, I watched him filling two glasses of amber-colored whiskey into the goblets. Exhaling, I started toward him until he turned and smirked at me.

  “Strip, slowly,” he commanded.

  “You intend to start before the king arrives?” I asked, watching his eyes dance with mischief.

  He abandoned the whiskey and table, stalking toward me to cup my cheeks between his hands. He smiled, staring into my eyes while I studied his.

  “You’re mine tonight, Alexandria,” he whispered, watching the worry fill my eyes. “I need to taste you and feel you clenching down around me. I crave to taste your pussy and to hear your screams as you succumb to the pleasure that I give you.”

  “What about King Aragon?” I asked, barely able to contain the moan that built in my chest.

  “Aragon only claimed you because he knew I wanted you. You’re in my bedroom, Little One. Not his. You were never meant for him. You’re mine, all mine,” he stated firmly.

  “Torrin.” I inhaled, fortifying my resolve. His lips pressed against mine, and I kissed him like there was no tomorrow because, for us, there wouldn’t be. “I’m yours for tonight.”

  Chapter Twenty

  I had expected Torrin to move quickly once given my permission, but he wasn’t fast enough at giving me what I needed or craved from him. Instead, he was slow and meticulous. He didn’t pick me up and devour me; he simply moved back to the large table and nodded toward the goblet.

  “Drink. You’re going to need it tonight.”

  “You planning to make it hurt?” I asked through trembling lips, and the look in his eyes made my breath hitch in my lungs and come out as a breathy moan.

  “Among other things I plan to do to you,” he laughed soundlessly. “Strip, I need to see you.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order, his voice commanding and hoarse.

  My hands trembled as I reached up, grasping for the clasp at the back of my neck, but they shook too much to accomplish the task. Torrin smirked lazily, with liquid ice pooling in his stare. He didn’t offer help. He just watched me nervously fight with the delicate clasp at the back of my neck that wouldn’t come undone.

  “Do you need help?” he finally asked, and I nodded. “Use your words, Little Bird.”

  Blushing, I worried my lip while contemplating admitting defeat. I let my lip pop free, casually moving toward him as I swayed my hips, and he dipped his icy stare down my body. Torrin’s scent was an aphrodisiac to my senses. It encouraged me to act brazenly.

  “Will you undress me, Torrin?” I asked huskily. My voice escaped from my throat like a seductress tempting her prey into a snare.

  He turned my body around, slowly moving my hair from my back before unclasping the dress, which pooled at my feet. I didn’t move as his lips brushed against the back of my neck while his hand snaked up to apply just enough pressure against the front of it to hold me in place. A shudder of need rushed through me as he trailed his lips to my ear, fanning my hypersensitive flesh with his heated breath.

  The back of his other hand slid down my spine, his knuckles brushing against it until he cupped my ass cheek and growled hungrily. Torrin turned both our bodies, forcing me to lean against the table. I tried to reach for him, but he captured my hands and placed them against the table.

  “Do not move them,” he ordered through a voice filled with gravel.

  Torrin’s lips brushed against my spine, carefully working his way down the hip that he bit into softly, stealing a moan from my lips. He chuckled, grabbing my panties to pull them down, forcing the air to still in my lungs. Torrin nipped my butt, laughing as I yelped. He stood abruptly, pushing my knees apart as I stepped out of the panties.

  “Are you wet?” he asked, and when I didn’t answer, he shoved my head down against the table and slapped his open palm against my ass. “Are you wet?”

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly, lifting for more.

  “Is your body in pain?” he queried, and I shook my head. “If you’re not going to use your words, I will not fuck you. I’ll tie your sexy ass up and watch you writhe in pain and need all night long. Now, are you in pain? Do you need me to fuck you right now, or do we have time for a drink?”

  “I need a drink,” I said while fighting past the need tightening in my throat. “The pain doesn’t come until the moon reaches its zenith in the sky. At that time, my body will turn against me, and I’ll be mindless with need.”

  “Then I suggest you drink before it reaches its highest peak.”

  I nodded, not moving as he hovered behind me. I would give him full dominance in this room for one night because I didn’t want to regret not trying it before running from him. Torrin stepped away, and I held myself in place, feeling his eyes taking in my body while I waited for his permission to move.

  “Drink,” he stated, and I turned, giving him a saucy smile as I sat on the table in front of the chalice.

  His eyes dipped to where my legs parted, allowing him to see that the Sun Clan’s markings painted my abdomen. He chuckled audibly, lifting his eyes until they met mine. He downed his drink, moving closer to settle between my thighs.

  “You’re tempting me on purpose, Little Bird,” he noted, lifting his hands to squeeze the weight of my small breasts, testing them in his palms. His thumbs trailed over the hardened peaks, and he smiled, holding my stare. “I want to give you pleasure through pain and listen to you sing for me. More than that, though, I want to pour the whiskey over your pussy and drink it from you.”

  I trembled, leaning closer to kiss him, but he didn’t allow it. His eyes heated, and he nodded at the cup, reaching for the bottle to refill his and top mine off. I smiled, downing the whiskey, setting aside the cup while he watched. Torrin refilled it, and I frowned, wondering if he was trying to get me intoxicated.

  “The last lover you took, was he gentle with you?”

  “Incredibly so,” I admitted.

  “Did you enjoy it?” He watched my face, smirking as the answer lit in my eyes.

  “I don’t think we need to talk about him.” I let out a breathy moan as Torrin pinched my thigh, creating pain while he studied me. When I still didn’t answer, he pushed me down and slapped my pussy, causing me to moan while my legs parted for him.

  “Did you enjoy it, or was it boring?”

  “Boring,” I admit
ted, knowing I probably should have lied.

  His fingers slid through the arousal coating my sex, and he moved closer. His fingers danced over my thighs before he leisurely pushed my legs further apart. Torrin eyed the chalice, watching me with heated eyes as he glided his hands around my waist, jerking me closer to his body. I could feel his erection pulsing against my sex.

  I lifted my hands to remove his shirt, but he grabbed it, jerking it over his head, revealing rippling muscles and tattoos that filled with glowing light from within him. My hands grazed over them, watching as he tensed, capturing my hands to place them on the table beside my legs.

  “Hold still,” he ordered, lifting the bottle to my lips.

  I opened my mouth to drink, but he pulled the bottle away, exhaling as his eyes filled with warning. He tilted the bottle and poured the whiskey down my body, starting at my lips before moving to my breasts to let the cold liquid flow down their peaks. I moaned at the sensation of cool whiskey poured over my heated flesh. Torrin pushed me back, dripping the amber liquid over my pussy, then lifted his eyes, studying me. He rubbed the rim of the bottle against my clit until I was crying out at the slow torture.

  I whimpered, dropping my legs apart while Torrin set the bottle down. His hand moved around my neck, pulling my head against his to claim my lips in an earth-shattering kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. His tongue danced against mine as a growl escaped his chest, pushing into my airway as he pulled away. His tongue snaked out as he kissed his way down my throat, trailing over my nipple before he bit it playfully, causing a cry of need and surprise to slip free. He moved to the other, seductively flicking his tongue over my nipple, and then started down my belly.

  Lying back, I lifted my feet to place them onto the table, offering him access to my core. It flexed hungrily, demanding he devour it. He held my stare, running his tongue down my abdomen, and then he was there, flicking my clit with his tongue. His fiery breath fanned my clenching need, and he growled, sending the vibrations rushing over my pussy that was drenched with anticipation and whiskey.

  “Place your hands above your head, flat on the table, and don’t move,” he ordered, hovering, yet not doing or giving me what I needed.

  I didn’t question the order, placing them flat against the table as he’d commanded. He moved his arms around my thighs, encircling and capturing my legs while he lowered his mouth. His tongue slid out, lapping from one length of my slit to the other. I cried out, knowing that I wouldn’t last long. I’d neglected my sex, and he was very aware of the short fuse I held over my need. His mouth seared me with heat while his tongue pushed into my core.

  My entire body clenched around it, holding it there as my hips moved. Torrin didn’t care that I was riding his face, pressing against him with the need to reach for the orgasm pulsing through me. I was almost suffocating him with the need to get him deeper into my body as his hand moved over my apex, pinching my clit hard.

  I exploded, screaming, and then everything in me tightened before releasing at once. Pain mixed with pleasure while my thighs clenched his head, holding him there as I broke apart, shattering into a million pieces. Light exploded behind my eyelids, and my body arched, using his mouth to stay within the orgasm that tumbled through me violently.

  When it abated, he chuckled, lifting his body to undo the buttons of his pants. His cock jutted free, and my eyes widened, taking in the sheer size and girth of the monstrous thing. He suddenly seemed much bigger than when I’d taken him into my mouth. He noticed the look of panic, causing his lips to twitch.

  Torrin naked was a work of art. His tattoos were exquisitely placed and linked with power that pulsed deeply from within him. The glowing ink changed sometime between being bathed in whiskey and now. There was a violet hue to it, and I needed to taste it. I craved to see what his darkness tasted like and learn it carnally.

  I didn’t move from where he’d placed me. My hands were still flat above my head as my breathing grew labored. I didn’t need to see that the moon was about to crest the sky. I felt it to my soul. The moment Torrin was in front of me again, panic flared to life. My chest rose and fell with it while he watched. His fingers pushed into my body, lazily scissoring while he witnessed desire bathing my face. Rocking against them, I took them deeper into my body as my cries of pleasure filled the room.

  “You’re tight and tiny. It’s going to be a violent entrance, no matter how much I prepare your body. There are things I can use to make it easier, but I don’t think we have that long before the moon hits its zenith, and I can’t wait that long to be in you, Moonflower.”

  “I can handle you.” I swallowed, uncertain that I spoke the truth.

  “You sure about that?” he asked, pushing three fingers into my body.

  I cried out, arching my back while continuing to hold my hands against the table, but it was getting harder to keep them there. Torrin slid his hand beneath my back, lifting me without warning. My arms moved around his neck, and he smiled, withdrawing his fingers before he pushed them into his mouth, holding my stare while he made the sound of a starved beast. He took us to the bed, placing me onto the mattress while he sat back, stroking his cock, staring down at me through hooded eyes.

  “Turn onto your stomach and lift your legs,” he murmured.

  I turned, presenting him with my backside, spreading my legs apart. I arched my spine, waiting for him to push against my entrance. His hand came down hard on my ass cheek, and I moaned loudly. Rocking my hips, I silently pleaded for more. He didn’t give it to me, choosing to rub the offended skin. The other cheek scalded as he slapped against it, chuckling, and a needy sound escaped my lungs, and I parted my thighs further, showing him my approval.

  “You’re drenched to be fucked, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I admitted huskily. “I need you.”

  Both hands landed against my ass, and I yelped as pain and pleasure fought for supremacy over my body. Torrin’s hands didn’t offer relief, choosing to grip my hips while he placed me where he wanted me. I felt him against my opening, rubbing his shaft against the sleek wetness of the arousal he’d created. He silently lined up with my entrance, and I felt his cock pushing into me.

  I trembled around him. My sex muscles clenched down around him while the narrow walls burned from how large he was. He stretched me, and my body rebelled against it, burning with fire while he rumbled huskily, watching me slowly rock against him.

  He was torturing me, giving me a single inch to allow me to grow accustomed to his size. I pushed back all at once, gasping in pain and pleasure while I took him to his balls. My body clenched and protested as my muscles complained at being stretched so full. He took up every single ounce of space in my body. My face slammed into the bed, the cries escaping without stopping.

  “Fucking hell, Little Bird. Stop clamping down on me,” he uttered hoarsely.

  “Move, please,” I whimpered, rocking against him while the friction built.

  Torrin wasn’t just large; he was extremely blessed. My body greedily clamped down around his, demanding he gives me what I wanted.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight and needy. Your pretty ass looks perfect painted red for me,” Torrin growled, slowly withdrawing to the tip, only to slam into my core harder.

  His hands caged my body in, and his stomach slid over my back while he let loose of his control. There were too many sensations, too soon, from having nothing over the past four years to this. He learned the rhythm fast, forcing the orgasm to grow until it threatened to release, but he didn’t allow it.

  One of his hands slid around my throat, anchoring to it. Torrin pulled me back and then pushed apart my legs with his other hand. My pussy clenched around him, sucking him off while he chuckled at the feel of me milking him. I was stretched painfully around his cock while his hand tightened on my throat, and it turned me on.

  There was pain, but it was pleasurable.

  There was pleasure, but also pain.


  It was a thin line he’d perfected because he had me dancing on edge.

  One hand snaked through my hair, yanking it back as my scalp screamed in pain. His cock pulsed as it thrust in and out of my body. I had no control, and I didn’t care. He was inside of me, outside of me, and all I cared about was the orgasm growing within me.

  “Don’t you fucking come,” he hissed, but it was inevitable.

  “Torrin,” I whimpered, feeling every thrust of his body into the very marrow of my bones.

  “Fuck, you feel so fucking so good, woman,” he snapped, never releasing the hold he held on my hair and throat, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to.

  It was a dominant position, stealing all of my control that silenced the worry in my mind. In his hold, I wasn’t the leader of the assassins. Lives didn’t depend on me. In this position, I felt free to let go and just feel what he offered me. I was just a woman with a man, finding the release my body craved.

  I shattered without warning. My entire body tensed, and I screamed from the turbulence that rocketed through me as his thrusts turned primal. Torrin shoved me down onto the bed, gripping my hips painfully as he let loose of his control.

  I didn’t care. I was in the throes of endless orgasms that tumbled from one to the other. Torrin fucked me throughout them all, growling and hissing while my body greedily clenched onto his. He slammed into me over and over, grinding against my backside with every single one. My hips faltered, and his fingers trailed through my hair, wrenching it back as he pulled me up against him. I dropped my head onto his chest while his hands slipped to my hips and lifted, seating him deeper into my body. He fucked me hard and without mercy, and I loved it. I didn’t fucking want vanilla. I wanted this.