Page 59 of Held
“Thank the godsthisisn’t burned,” she said.
Wick made a noise of agreement and watched her brace herself over his hardening cock.
“Do you want—” Wick paused to receive a hard kiss. “Do you want my tongue?”
Briar shook her head. “I can take it.”
She pushed her fingers inside herself until she was wet. His own come slid out of her, and Wick growled despite himself at the memory of taking her over the altar.
“Don’t move,” she said breathlessly.
Wick nodded. He gripped her hips, only easing up when his burned hands twinged.
Briar guided his cockhead to her entrance and sank down. It took several attempts for her to work the head inside, making Wick think back to that very first time, back in his own cave. She had been so guarded, even when she began to go lax withpleasure. Now, barely a week later, she was staring up at him as if he had cracked her open and could see everything inside.
She was so beautiful. Bruised and desperate and overwhelmed, but so beautiful she took his breath away, even now.
“You are magnificent,” he told her as she rode him, unable to keep silent. “You are so lovely. You feel?—”
She made a lost noise and kissed him again. The hard edge of the skull mask dug into her cheek, and Wick wondered if it pained her. If it did, she made no recognition of it, her kisses getting more and more forceful as she rode him.
The first ridge slid inside. Briar moaned against his mouth.
Wick reached down to touch her clit.
She knocked his hand away. “I said, don’t move. Just… let me…”
She trailed off, mouth opening on a cry. She rode him faster. She could not take him very deep, but she was squeezing around him so tightly that Wick could feel his orgasm coming up fast. And with it, the blood frenzy.
He watched the amulet hanging lopsidedly under her shirt. The blood frenzy was pulsing at the edges of his mind, gaining territory?—
Then the amulet glowed, flickering and faulty, but enough to drive the blood frenzy out.
They both sighed in relief. Briar rode faster, her hips faltering as he twitched inside her.
Wick waited for her to say something that would tip him over the edge, as she often did. But Briar just panted, her face twisting as she thickened the air with so many emotions that he could not tell them apart. She was frustrated, and he could tell she wanted him to turn her over and take her properly. But she also seemed to be chasing something larger than release, stroking his skull mask as she mated him.
“Wick,” she whimpered. “Wick.”
Wick squeezed her hips still and came with a muffled grunt. The orgasm washed over him in waves, drowning out the pain. He held her in place, as they both looked down to watch his cock pulse come into her.
Briar’s eyelids fluttered. Her mouth opened on a hazy moan as come dripped out of her hole and down Wick’s cock, pooling on his balls.
Briar’s hips jolted, drawing out one last pulse of come that made them both moan.
“I missed this,” Briar panted. “I thought— I thought I would never get it again.”
Wick stroked her hair. He was growing soft, but Briar gripped him so he did not slip out.
“Stay,” she said quietly. “Stay inside me. I want to feel it.”
Wick thought she meant to keep it inside for the duration of her own release. But she guided him on top of her until he was pressing her into the nest. Then she clung to him, her breathing slowing until she fell asleep.
Wick waited until the smell of sleep was thick. Then he slipped out of her with a wet noise, ignoring how much he wanted to stuff her with his now half-hard cock until he came again. Then he leaned out of the nest and groped for her pack until he found her knife.
He placed it in her hands. Then he lay down beside her, nuzzling as close as he dared.
A knife would not do much if it came to it. But it was better than nothing.
