Make Her, page 11
I knew then that whatever happened next between us would be like going through a one-way portal—once we’d entered it, there’d be no going back to the other side.
And I knew that I would suffer anything to be with him—as long as it wasn’t his absence again.
“Don’t leave me again, Rhaim,” I whispered. “And don’t make me leave you. Whatever happens, from here on out, we face it together. ”
He closed his eyes and sank back with a dissatisfied sound. “I cannot promise that, little moth. ”
“You must. Or I will stand up right now and leave through that door. ” I glanced back at the entrance to his tent behind me.
“If you leave, it will kill me,” he said simply, once I’d turned back around.
“Then it’s a good thing I learned how to be cruel from you,” I told him, setting my jaw. “I would be bound to you, Rhaim. ”
His eyes widened, and I could have sworn I felt something in him sink, as he went entirely calm, like the stillest of still pools. “Little moth, I am more than bound to you already. ”
I licked my lips. “Truly?”
“Oh, Lisane. ” He made a sigh of my name, pulling me close and running a hand through my hair again to grab and hold it like he liked to, like I loved, and made me look at him. “As true as words could ever be. ”
And I believed him. His words were like nails hammered into my soul. “Because you are mine, and I am yours,” I whispered, just like in all the books I’d read, and the Wedding of Sweet Lirane.
“Because I am yours, and you are mine,” Rhaim echoed back, without any hesitation. “Even though I am the opposite of highborn, and there is not a unicorn in sight,” he teased, while smiling brightly—like he’d looked when I’d managed to save the worker at the castle, only more so. I brought my hand to his face, wishing I could capture his smile in my palm—and he tried to bite it, with a laugh.
“I don’t ever want to pet one again,” I told him solemnly.
And the sound that he made then. . . “Then let us see to that. ”
I wriggled to get the top of my dress off, and Rhaim’s hands moved to help me as I untucked both my arms. “I would tear this off of you, but you might need to wear it later,” he said, until there was a pool of fabric around my waist. He wound the fabric in one hand, using it to hold me close, as his other pressed my back toward him, making me present my breasts for his attention.
I watched him take a nipple in, breathing heavily, and I wondered if his lips could feel the beating of my slightly panicked heart.
I wasn’t sure what was coming next.
I only knew that I wanted it very much.
He made a growling sound as he sucked hard, roughing my nipple with his tongue, making sensations shoot through me, as I ran my fingers through his hair to keep him there. Wetness flooded the space between my legs. . . and I hungered. I rocked against him without thinking, begging him for more, watching him with a dropped jaw, making quiet, helpless, moans, as a tremendous thunderstorm started outside.
There was a flash through the tent, then a loud clap, and I jumped, as Rhaim pulled off of me to snort. “It’s just Sibyi—the mage who brought you here. Weather is his gift. He means to help hide us, I’m certain. ” He let go of me and pushed me back. “Stand up, little moth. ” I did as I was told, and Rhaim took the hem of my skirt, lifting it up for me to hold. Thunder clapped again, and he gave me a wolfish grin. “That means you can be loud,” he said, as his hands rose up to grab the edges of my underwear and help to pull them down. He saw my naked feet when I stepped out of them. “Why don’t you have on shoes, though?”
I gave a soft laugh. “It is a long story. ”
He took my hands and pushed them higher as he moved to kneel in front of me. “You can tell it to me some other night, then. ” One of his hands cupped the ass he’d once welted, while the other rested against my belly, his thumb pulling up the slight mound between my legs, as his tongue dove in. I put all of my skirt in one hand at once, and pushed the other through his hair again, trying not to sway, as I spread my legs wider for him.
21
Rhaim
Once again I was on my knees, licking my moth’s honey from her.
My tongue was pressed between her thighs, and she couldn’t give herself over fast enough to me. I rumbled with satisfaction and heard her give a contented sigh, as her fingers curled against my scalp.
And all the rain outside was no match for Lisane. She was so wet for me already, it was hard not to feel like I could rush because every minute we had together was stolen, but if this was the only time we had before our fates caught up with us. . . I wanted to act like we had forever.
I wanted to start off by being gentle with her. . . before I wound up being rough.
Her hand tightened in my hair as the tip of my tongue tucked under her perfect spot and I heard her take an excited inhale. “Rhaim,” she whispered as I kept rubbing her there, moving her little clit up and down, back and forth. I moved both of my hands to grab her ass and tilt her hips toward my mouth to give me more access—I wanted to taste more of her, and more deeply. She whined but rode my face readily, even more so as I picked up one of her legs and dropped it over my shoulder. Then she began taking deep, steadying breaths that increased in pace as her hips rocked against me. I could only see flashes of her above me, until her hand that held her skirt tucked it under her arms, pulling the fabric above her stomach taut, and the light that she cast—the light that my wonderful, elegant little moth was still casting, without thought, like any real mage might—showed her full lips parted, the nipples of her pert breasts perked, and her eyes closed in heavy concentration just like when she was trying to use her powers.
Her standing leg started to shake, and had a hard time balancing as her body wound up, so I wrapped her lower back with an arm, keeping her aloft, licking, sucking, and drinking her as she bent over me and began to moan my name.
“Rhaim,” she groaned, and a thunderclap rattled the tent around us.
“Let down on me,” I growled up and into her, as one of her hands fisted in my hair, and the other clawed my shoulder.
“I want to,” she whined. “Please make me,” she said, finally opening her eyes and seeing me below her. “Rhaim,” she whispered, pulling her hips in heavy draws across my tongue. “Please make me, please make me,” she repeated like a prayer, as I sucked on her. Then I saw her eyes widen and felt her ass clench. “Rhaim—oh—oh!” she shouted, and then bucked against me like a wild steed. “Sir!” she shouted as she threw her head back and gave a whining sound, as another thunderclap struck. Juices flowed from her faster than I could lick them up, and I felt her cunt pulse like it was trying to grab me, light shudders running through her as quick as the raindrops outside.
Then she took a deep inhale and her skirt that she’d tucked up fluttered down like dropped flowers. I felt her sag, wanting to collapse, as though she’d just done great magic, and perhaps she had, because she’d made me love her even more.
I caught her and carefully lowered her to the ground below me. “Sir,” she whispered, looking up from beneath heavy lashes, reaching up a hand to run along my cheek, still breathing roughly.
Half dressed and open-hearted, Lisane was entirely vulnerable to me in a way that I realized I had never been for her.
All of my bravery had been done knowing I had power.
Whereas she had done all hers knowing she might never gain it.
“Will you finally take me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, and softly nodded.
I rose up and pulled my shirt off, then kicked my boots aside, and unlaced my leather breeches. My cock swung out, as if the piercing at the end were a magnet, and my little moth was true north. Eager fluid was already beading at its tip, and at the thought of shooting myself inside her—I took hold of my sheath and rocked it back, ready, but then paused.
“Come here, Lisane,” I told her, reaching for the rest of her dress, and helping to pull it off her. She moved only enough to help me with it, and then lay back down, looking up at me, at first hopefully, and then confused, as I lay down beside her.
“Sir?” she wondered, giving me a curious look, as I reached for her.
“Come ride my cock like you just rode my mouth,” I said, pulling her above me.
She laughed, a melodious counterpoint to the wild storm raging outside. “Rhaim—you can’t be serious,” she said, but I kept pulling, and while it took a bit to get her to straddle me, soon she was up around my waist.
“Utterly so,” I said, arching my hips up slightly, while pushing her back by her thighs.
She planted both her hands on my chest to stop me, then scooted one hand over to cover my mage mark, like she couldn’t help herself.
And then she pouted.
“It is no different this way than the other. ”
“But it isn’t how I imagined it,” she complained.
“I know. I wanted to take you in the moonlight, on a mountain-top,” I said with a sly grin. “But reality can be better than imagination, you’ll see. ” I grabbed her and lifted her up, setting her back down across my hips. She kept her thighs tight though, like she was riding a fast horse, and wouldn’t touch me. “This way you will get to choose how quickly and how roughly,” I explained, rocking up on my elbows. “Until I take away your choice, again. ”
Her full lips were still pressed thin, but then she lowered herself until my hard cock was nestled against her folds. I made a thoughtful sound at feeling her settle there, and then a deeper one, as she started to rock against my shaft. “See?” I asked her, and perhaps she took me literally, because she did look down. We both watched the head of my cock appear and disappear as she stroked against me, her actions squeezing more of my clear fluids out.
“Is that metal going inside of me?” she asked, and I remembered that I’d taken it out before I’d claimed her ass.
“Did you want it to?”
I saw her make up her mind like she always did, with fierce and extreme stubbornness. “Yes. ”
“Then it will,” I said and groaned, rocking back as she took another slick drag over me, absolutely coating my cock with her wet heat.
I watched that empower her, as much as any blow. She leaned into her hands on my chest and ground against me with intent.
“Does that feel good?” she asked me.
A smart I think you know the answer rose unbidden to my tongue, but then I remembered we were both dealing with firsts here: my moth losing her virginity, and my first time fucking anyone with whom I was in love.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully. I only put one hand at her hip, I didn’t trust myself with both of them—I planted the other atop her breast to pull her nipple. “But being in you will feel better,” I confessed.
“Better than this?” she asked, rocking against me again, with a wild delight in her eyes at her power over me, and I chuckled.
“I should have fucked you the other way—don’t torture me, Lisane. ” All my blood was in my cock now, I was sure of it; I was so hard, and equally certain my balls had never been so heavy.
“Me? Torture you?” she protested, as though she didn’t know the meaning of the word.
I stilled her hips with both my hands, gathering her attention. “As I have been tortured every day in recent memory, without you near. ”
My little moth gave a soft gasp. “Rhaim, it’s just—I don’t—”
I took one of her hands in my own and put it between my legs to hold me. “You will figure it out. ”
And I got to watch determination flood over her again—which somehow made me harder. Her smaller hand moved mine away and went to circle my shaft, as she awkwardly bent forward to line me up, letting my tip feel her soft folds just begin to part.
All I wanted to do at that moment was grab her hips and shove myself in to feel her sucking heat inside. Then she made a thoughtful sound, and all of my attention was on her again.
“You’re very big,” she said, looking down at where we were only beginning to meet and sounding uncertain.
“I am,” I agreed, but then caught her chin so I could see her eyes. “But little moth—you will make room for me. ”
Her gaze stayed locked on mine as she slowly lowered herself down.
22
Lisane
This was what I’d wanted, almost all this time, this stretching and pulling, the strange sensation of someone else’s ingress—and the knowledge that after it, I couldn’t return to how I was.
The lower I got, the tighter Rhaim’s hands held me, now both on my thighs, and his expression turned more serious.
Did he know just how special this was for me?
And was it anywhere near as special for him?
I let my hips drop a little bit more, and felt a sharp sting, like his piercing was piercing me inside. “Rhaim—” I hissed, in surprise, but he only nodded.
“It is because I am your first,” he said, letting go of a thigh to trace his hand up my body. “It will not hurt for long. ”
“How do you know?” I asked him, then feeling foolish as I realized the answer. “You have been others’ first, as well. ”
His eyebrows rose along with the corners of his lips. “I’ve been alive for eight hundred years, Lisane. Would you have wished me celibate all that time?” He sounded amused when he said it, which made everything even worse for me, but then both his hands found mine and squeezed. “Little moth,” he said in a deliberate tone. “I am in love with you. I have never pledged myself to another, so in that, you are my only. ” He carefully smoothed my hands against his chest again. “And I would spend the next eight hundred years with you if I could have them. ”
I tilted my head and squinted down at him. “And what if after five hundred years I were to get tired of you?”
A wicked smile crept across his face. “I can promise you, you wouldn’t,” he said, and he sent his hand down my belly, to rub his thumb where his tongue had just been. “I swear will never get tired of watching you come, Lisane, and I will never get tired of fucking you. So let me spear you, and have us both be done with your virgin blood, so then we can begin all that is on the other side. ” He reached up to run the knuckles of his other hand against my cheek. “I want all the rest of my firsts with you. ”
I felt him mean it as he said it, and not just because he was inside of me. I turned my head and nuzzled into his hand like a cat. “Yes. ”
“Hmm. Yes, what, little moth?” he coolly asked. His tone was superior, but the look he was giving me then was like I was something divine.
I curled my hands against his stomach in determined fists. “Yes, sir,” I corrected myself, and slammed my hips down on top of him.
I cried out—I would have even if there hadn’t been virgin things up inside me—he was so big and he reached up and swept me down, pressing me to his chest, kissing the top of my head in a crown.
“My brave moth,” he said quietly as I made a sad noise above him, and thunder clapped again outside. I hurt; it felt like I was going to split in two, he was taking up so much space. Whatever had I been thinking?
“And surviving all this time,” he went on, brushing my hair away from my face. “So cunning. ”
“You’re trying to distract me. It won’t work,” I said.
“No, it won’t. You’re much too smart for that. ” I pouted up at him, and saw him giving me a rather tender look down. “Do you still hate me?” he asked.
“No,” I said, pushing myself a little up. “It’s just that your piercing is in my liver. ”
He laughed at that. “Your mind always amuses me. And I like it when your tongue is sharp. ” Then he sobered. “Am I truly hurting you?”
I shifted experimentally. “No. . . it’s. . . just. . . ” I said, feeling him in the space he took up. I held my breath and rocked, sliding up and down him incrementally. The friction where I was wrapped around his base was good—as was the place deep inside he hit.
“Yes,” he said slowly, before echoing me. “It. . . is. . . just,” he said, moving with me, his pupils getting wider by the moment. “Keep going, little moth. ”
I dug my knees into the ground and rode up and down him, and I’d bled enough even I could smell it in the air—but beyond that. . .
“Yes,” he encouraged me, in an even darker tone. One of his hands sank to grab my ass and guide me, and the other wound into my hair and pulled my head back. “I can’t wait until I can fuck you like I own you, little moth. ”
“And when will that be?” I asked, as he shifted beneath me to begin thrusting, when I was trapped, held helpless by my hair.
“Your body will tell me. ” I bobbed back and forth on him, pulled by my hair and pushed by his cock, as he let out a groan. “If I had known you’d feel this good, I never would’ve waited. ”
“I tried to tell you,” I said, doing my best to sound surly, even as I was spreading my knees wide, and lowering my hips to take him.
“You did,” he agreed, letting go of my hair at last.
I sat up then, freed, and felt him ram home inside of me. “Rhaim,” I grunted, riding his hips forward. “Oh—” I protested, trying to handle every inch of his cock. I both hated it and needed it, much like the man below me. “Rhaim, stay there—Rhaim—” I begged of him, as I started to grind.
The stretching went from good to pleasurable and where the head of him and his piercing rubbed inside me—“Rhaim,” I hissed.
“Little moth,” he agreed. His jaw was dropped, and his hands roamed my body, his fingers pulling at my nipples and rubbing at my clit as he held his hips high enough to pin me.
I ground against him, shifting myself by clenching my ass and putting my hands on his stomach to help me ride him.
“I’m so fucking deep in you now, Lisane,” he told me. “And if there was more of me,” he said, rocking me with a thrust, “you’d be begging to take it. ”
