“God, you are so fucking hot,” he growled. “I could watch you suck my cock for hours.”
And I was starting to think that would be something I would very much love. I gagged on his size as he hit the back of my throat, his curse and pained groan making me feel sexier than I ever had. When he pulled back and pushed past my lips again, I tried to take him as deep as possible, a moan leaving my mouth at how hard his grip was in my hair. His cock was so hard and rigid, his breathing rough and violent, causing me to wonder how much more it would take to push him all the way.
“Maya,” he roughly got out, “I’m going to come in that perfect little mouth if you don’t stop.”
Looking up at him, I slid him deeper. I saw something shatter in his gaze and I felt exhilaration fill me, his wolf rolling over his skin as our magic truly began to play. I was distracted enough that when he pulled me up from my knees and pinned me against the mirror with my legs wrapped around him, I let out a small squeak of surprise. My eyes widened as he snapped my panties, leaving everything else on as he rocked his cock against my wet heat between my thighs. His forehead pressed against mine as I gripped his face and kissed him roughly, heat rolling over my skin in a hot wave.
“Tell me you know what you’re asking for,” he demanded, his eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions that ranged from desperate need to hope.
“I want you, Croy. In me,” I breathed out. “I know what that means for us.”
“Fuck,” he snarled. “Sugar, I’m sorry if this is rough, baby.”
A moan mixed with a scream caught in my throat as his hard length slid right into my pussy, my entire center clenching as my eyes fluttered shut in relief. Pain flashed through me at how large he was, my body struggling to adjust but loving the sensation anyway. I cried out his name as he pinned my hips to the mirror and seared his lips against mine, hard. Unforgiving.
“I am never going to fucking leave your cunt,” Croy admitted, his voice rough. “Goddamn it Maya, you feel so unbelievable.” His movements were sharp and punctuated as my back arched into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as the mirror behind us turned slippery with the fine sweat that dotted my body. I could feel heat filling the space like a sauna, and I rolled my hips as his controlled, deep, demanding pace had me whimpering into his mouth.
“This feels so amazing,” I admitted breathlessly. “Croy, I need it faster. I need you to let go.” I hadn’t even realized that was what I needed until the words came out of my mouth, but I one hundred percent got what I asked for.
I was spun around and pressed against the mirror so fast it made me dizzy. I arched my ass against him and he slid back inside of me, my head falling back as I watched him, staring at where we were connected. I cried out, my hands gripping the mirror as I slid my legs apart, needing him as deep as possible. I couldn’t help but find myself absolutely mesmerized by the sight we made in the mirror, his massive, imposing frame pinning me to the glass and taking exactly what he wanted from me.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been to stay out of you,” he growled against the back of my neck. “Now that you let me inside of this tight little pussy, I’m going to be riding you all the goddamn time, sugar. You are going to wake up with me inside of you and go to bed only after I’ve felt you come on my cock.”
I think I had always known this side of Croy existed underneath his cool, calm, relaxed nature, and I found myself craving it with a passion that was almost uncontrollable.
“Please,” I whimpered, my head falling back as his hands gripped my hair and moved it out of the way. My back tingled as I found myself desperately wanting him to sink his teeth into the back of my neck.
I got my wish as he suddenly did, my entire body jolting as mind-numbing pleasure blasted through me, breaking my knees as I felt a connection, different than the one with my dragons, wreck through me. I screamed his name as his hand came across my mouth. Except all that did was give me the perfect place to bite down on his wrist, hard enough that he groaned, and my magic looped around us, a gold spark filling the space as I watched a dark gold tattoo form on his wrist where I had bitten him.
“Holy fuck,” he growled as I cried out his name again, my center tightening to the point of a fiery explosion that I could feel building up.
“I’m going to come,” I admitted breathlessly.
“I want to feel it, Maya. Milk my fucking cock. I want to feel you come before I fill you completely up,” he growled, making everything inside of me shoot off.
I screamed, my voice breaking as pure pleasure blasted through me. He roared out my name, his fist cracking the mirror as my eyes met his through the glass. I felt pleasure completely surrounding me as everything turned hazy. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment that I knew was completely and absolutely unique to the two of us.
14
Maya
I hadn’t planned on being late to the event my mom was holding, but the longer that I stood under the hot shower water with Croy, the more I considered that being late really wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I let out a soft hum as he kissed my neck, running his lips against my mating mark, making everything heat up once again. His wolf and magic were far more relaxed now, a low, humming vibration against my skin as it surrounded me possessively. It was almost like he was a different person. The Croy pinning me to the mirror and the one here were vastly different, though I loved both of them.
I let out a happy hum as he shut off the water and wrapped me in a towel before he slipped on a robe. Pressing against him, I rested my head against his pectoral as he unpinned my dry hair and ran his fingers through it, his wolf releasing a low rumble from his chest.
“We are probably going to be late,” Croy mused as if reading my mind.
Tilting my head back, I offered a small smile. “At least it’s for a good reason.”
“A damn good one,” he agreed before burying his nose against my hair. I shivered, loving the way I could feel his magic marking me, brushing against my skin and covering me in his scent. Honestly, I hadn’t even wanted to take a shower afterwards because I loved smelling like Croy, but when he noticed that a few glass shards had pricked my skin from the cracked mirror, he’d panicked.
Not only had he made sure every single little speck was removed from my shoulder, but he had then wanted to shower to make sure to get the blood off me. Apparently the blood from that was upsetting his wolf, but the blood from the rather savage mark he left on me did not. My eyes darted to my mark on him as my phoenix preened happily. It felt good—really good—to mark him, and I could feel my magic growing stronger each and every time I marked one of them. What that would bring… well, now we knew in part, and it was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.
“Oh! I never looked at the dress she sent.” I turned from his arms and went towards the closet. He followed, leaning in the doorway again, while watching me unzip the garment bag, my eyes going wide.
“Holy crap,” I muttered, the vibrant explosion of purple, blue, and gold making my heart warm as my chest got that fluttering sensation once more.
“That seems a bit more right,” Croy confirmed, suddenly tilting his ear and looking towards the door. “Why don’t you get ready, sugar. It sounds like the escorts arrived to take us downstairs.”