Oak, Sophie - Beast [A Faery Story 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (20 page)

She liked to play.

“Fuck, you’re so creamy and ready.” Dante groaned as he slid a finger inside her.
Fucking.
He’d called it fucking. He was doing it with his finger, but she could feel the hard line of his cock poking at her belly. It throbbed beneath her, yet still he played. “Tell me you want this, Kaj.”

She liked when he called her Kaj. It seemed so sweet and familiar. It was something no one else had ever called her. No one had ever said her name, much less given her a sweet, secret name. “I want this.”

She wasn’t sure she wanted to want it, though. It would only make things harder, but she couldn’t deny herself this pleasure. Her heart, it seemed, was as foolish as the pack had said she herself was. Her heart simply wanted. Her mind could see the ache coming, but her heart demanded what would surely hurt her in the end.

But at least, just once, she would pretend to be loved.

Dante spread his knees apart and moved her between his legs. She found herself on the sand beneath him, looking up into his eyes. She held on to his knees to find her balance.

“Kaja, you know how I put my mouth on your pussy?” Dante’s hands were restlessly stirring up her hair.

She glanced down. His cock was thick and almost purple in the dim light. She stared at it, struck by its odd beauty. She had seen male parts before, but Dante’s seemed lovely and graceful, where the others had been blunt and ugly to her. She tentatively brought her hand up to touch it.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Dante murmured. “Touch me.”

Kaja let her fingers trace the line of his cock. It was soft. She’d expected roughness, but the skin was silky and smooth. Her hand played around the stalk. She could get her hand to close around it, but just barely. She could put both hands around it, but the head still rose well above her fists. The smooth stalk bulged into a thick bulbous head. She watched, utterly fascinated, as a drop of white, thick fluid seeped from the head.

He wanted her to taste him. He had tasted her over and over the night before. Now he wanted to share that piece of himself with her. Emotion threatened to choke Kaja. No wolf would ever allow her to do this. They would never offer. They would know she would bite them, but Dante asked her to take his essence deep inside her—into her pussy and her mouth.

She leaned forward and breathed in his scent. He smelled clean, but there was a divine musky scent that made her want to huddle close to him. She allowed her tongue to come out, and she gently licked the drop seeping from his cock.

He tasted salty. It coated her tongue, and the minute she’d lapped the first drop up, another had taken its place.

“What is this called?” Kaja asked. The word did not slip into her mind the way some did.

Dante stared down at her, his face tight. “Cum, love. It’s called cum, though technically this is pre-cum. Now stop playing with me. I want your mouth on my cock. I want you to take it in your mouth.”

It did not look like it would fit into her mouth.

“Kaja,” Dante said, impatience dripping. “It would please me if you would try to take me into your mouth.”

And she could not refuse that. She wanted to please him so badly.

She put her lips on that big cock and opened her mouth. Dante’s fingers wound into her hair, and he pulled her forward.

“Follow my lead, Kaja. I’ll teach you how to suck my cock.” His words had lost their smoothness. He seemed to be grinding them out of his mouth now. “Let your tongue lick me all over.”

That wasn’t easy. He filled Kaja’s mouth. He kept pressing in. Kaja had to fight to breathe for a minute, but then calmed and let herself relax. She breathed in through her nose and let Dante sink into her open mouth. She rubbed her tongue along the underside of his cock. He felt silky, and she could taste his salty pre-cum dripping into her mouth.

“That’s right. That’s what I want.”

Guided by instinct, Kaja pulled back a bit and whirled her tongue around the head. She loved the feel of the skin and the small indentation on the backside of his cockhead. Kaja felt the muscles of Dante’s thighs tighten and become hard as rocks. Everything about the man seemed hard.

She was in control, she realized suddenly. She had this man in the palm of her hand, and he trusted her. The hand in her hair wasn’t there to pull her back. It was there to keep her in place and encourage her.

“Take more, Kaja,” Dante said. It wasn’t a request. It was a harsh demand.

There was a piece of Kaja that deeply responded to his dominance. He’d earned it. He’d saved her. He’d proven stronger than she was. In her world, it gave him the right to dominate her. He was the alpha, the First. And she was his mate.

There it was again—that howl that meant she claimed him. She forced it back. It would do nothing but prove she was a barbarian. The more she spoke to Meg and watched Dante, the more she realized she would not fit into his world. The buildings were made of materials she couldn’t conceive of, and they rose into the sky like mountains. She didn’t belong there.

But she was going to try. She’d never given up, even when she’d had absolutely nothing to gain. She wasn’t about to stop trying now that Valhalla was close. Perhaps she could become what Dante needed. But her mating howl would never be voiced. It would be more than he could handle.

She swallowed it down even as she wrapped her mouth around Dante’s cock. She sucked and licked, his throaty moans leading the way. She whirled her tongue around it, moving her mouth up and down. Her hands found their way below to cup the heavy sac that hung under his cock. The skin here felt different, but just as intriguing. She wondered what it would feel like to lap all around the round balls.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” Dante’s voice had gone to a guttural place. His hands tightened in her hair. “I’m almost there. Let me fuck your mouth, and then I’ll see to you. I want you to swallow my cum. I want you to take what I give you.”

Dante picked up the pace. He pushed and pulled at her hair, forcing that big cock into her mouth and then dragging it out. Over and over, he fucked between her lips. Kaja tried to keep up, her tongue licking all around. There was a rhythm to his thrusts, and Kaja found herself relaxing and finding the beat. Kaja let her mind drift. It was instinct that led her. It seemed right to open herself to him.

“What the hell?” Dante’s rhythm was blown, and Kaja felt something amazing roll over her body. Heat and a wet, delicious pleasure took over her lower body as though she was the one receiving pleasure. She shivered as a salty taste filled her mouth. Dante’s cock swelled, and Kaja could feel jets of that substance he called cum fill her. Pleasure, so much pleasure. It went beyond the mere feeling. The connection that had opened between them was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed of. She felt his pleasure, and for the briefest moment, she could have sworn she felt him—the real Dante.

The connection had been strongest at the moment of his orgasm. Yes, she knew that word. She’d brought him to orgasm. Just as he’d reached the pinnacle, she’d share a piece of his soul.

Kaja kissed his cock one last time and leaned back, ready to accept his praise.

Dante stared down at her. His eyes glowed in the darkness, and Kaja knew what it meant to be prey.

Chapter Ten

Dante felt like the whole world had turned on its head. One minute he’d been perfectly happy having his cock attended to by his consort, and the next she’d been deep inside his head, invading with a sweet sense of intimacy that he’d never felt before. He was a man who had never felt alone once in his life, but when he’d touched Kaja’s mind with his own, he’d realized that he’d never really known what it meant to be together with someone. He’d understood Kaja in that one instant more than he’d ever known another being.

That had to stop.

When the hunger had come, Dante had been more than happy to give in to it.

“What is wrong?” Kaja asked.

He could sense her fear. There was just the smallest part of him that reveled in it. Kaja was powerful on her own. The fact that she was frightened spoke to the beast that obviously lived inside him. Dante had ignored this primal side of himself for far too long. Now, with a consort so close, Dante couldn’t ignore the part of him that needed blood—real blood.

Her blood.

“Nothing is wrong, consort.” His voice sounded odd to his own ears. It was deeper and more demanding than it had ever been before. The world looked different with his eyes fully opened, his senses on alert. Kaja glowed, the halo that surrounded her so fucking gorgeous to Dante’s eyes.

Her blood would be the best he’d ever tasted.

Dante felt his dick get hard again at the thought of having her in his arms. This time he would pull her close. He would get his fangs in her neck and drink his fill.

“Come to me, Kaja.”

Her beautiful, graceful form backed away, just a bit.

“Do not run from me, consort,” Dante warned. His fangs had popped out, filling his mouth and forcing him to speak around them. “I am only barely in control now. If you try to flee, I think I’ll lose it, and I’ll take you without any kindness. I don’t want that between us.”

Oh, but it was there. The desire to take her because she belonged to him was right there beneath the surface. His senses were filled with her. Her skin glowed, and he could smell the soft, musky scent of her desire. Her lips were full, swollen from the way he’d shoved his cock in between them. He’d shove his cock into her pussy, too. She was his. He’d bought her, fought for her. It was only right that he take her.

Kaja swallowed and got to her knees. “I do not want that between us, either.”

It was the gentle hitch in her voice that pulled him from the edge. She’d seen so much violence, known so little kindness. He’d closed that odd connection between them before he’d seen too much, but he’d caught the edge of Kaja’s reality. The last thing he wanted was to be just another person who used her.

But that’s what you’re doing
. That voice in his head didn’t seem to care about his hunger. He wasn’t using her. He was saving her. If he hadn’t bought her, Beck would have been forced to kill her, or she would have spent a lifetime alone, wandering the forests. He’d done her a favor. And when she’d paid him back by convincing his father he had settled down, Dante would find her a nice home. She would have luxury like she’d never imagined.

“What should I do?” Kaja asked.

He could think of a million things she should do. She should run because he wasn’t worthy of her. He was a selfish bastard, and he always would be. He couldn’t commit. It was simply impossible. This raging passion he felt for her would fade. It was inevitable, so if he had a heart in his body, he would save her the pain.

“Come to me.” He held out his hand and indicated that she should sit on his lap.

Kaja got to her feet and stepped forward. She placed herself on his lap, the soft flesh of her ass kissing his thighs. The minute her skin touched his, he felt something ease deep inside him. That nagging beast that raged below the surface let up the tiniest bit.

“Put your arms around me.” Dante let his hands drift to her waist as he breathed her in. Her hair was mostly dry, and it bloomed around her delicate face like a halo of softness. He let his nose run through it. Kaja’s hands found their way around his neck, and he could hear the way her heart sped up. She might be frightened, but there was obviously a part of her that wanted, too. Kaja knew what Dante was going to do, and yet she wrapped her body around his, allowing him to fill his every sense with her.

Dante’s heart began to pound in time to the rhythm he heard. Kaja’s chest thudded as he ran his nose along the line of her neck. He could hear the blood running through her body like a river of life. His fangs scraped her skin, and she trembled.

“Don’t be afraid.” He couldn’t stand the thought now. Her arms were around him, circling him in her light. Her very touch had softened his predatory instincts and brought out a need to please her. A consort had her power, too.