“Look, do you two want me on my knees or what?” Sasha laughed when they both glared at him. “Just asking.”
“I’ll be fine.” Micah looked away. “I just… might be quiet. New people are hard.”
“Not my nan. She’s great.” Sasha got up. “She knows more history than anyone else in the Compound. Smartest lady here, other than my wife.”
He was right. Sasha’s grandmother might have been a champion in the fighting pits in her youth, but she was also smart as a whip and had told the best stories when Viv was young. Half of them probably weren’t true, but it was still worth listening to her.
“She’s like a mother to me,” Viv told Micah, squeezing his knee. That seemed to comfort him somewhat, as he took a long, nervous breath. “She won’t push you to talk.”
“I… I’ll check on the carrots,” Micah said, getting up to leave.
“He’s cute,” Sasha whispered, and Viv smiled as she realized they were both watching Micah go.
“Yeah. I suppose he is.”
ChapterFour
Sasha sent a message off to his nan, who promised to come by in the morning. That was good. She’d know how to help, and by then Sasha would hopefully be over the sheer terror of remembering how Viv looked, pitching into the water. He didn’t think he was ever going to forget that sight. It was even more frightening than the shadow creature that wore her face one minute and was a pile of sticks and moss the next. That mystical shit made him uneasy, but it was nothing compared to Viv being in physical danger.
She’d been so light in his arms, shivering and pale, unconscious from her impromptu swim. He’d rather face a horde of shadow-moss people wearing whatever faces they wanted than see that again.
At dinner, Viv ate more than she normally did, and Sasha wondered if it was because she was trying to put Micah at ease or if she was actually that hungry. If she was doing the first, she might reallybeone of the shadow people. The second, now, that would be a good sign. She did have a nice flush to her skin, and while he worried for a moment that the color might be from a fever, her eyes were sparkling and she was far more engaged in the conversation than she would have been if she were unwell. No, it was probably due to the witch shit she was talking about with Micah, since that did tend to get her all riled up. Sasha, who had nary a magical bone in his large body, let them talk uninterrupted. But Viv sat on his lap after she finished her meal, and the way she pulled her fingers through his hair while continuing to chat magic with Micah told him she was feeling fine.
That was proven to be true when they went to bed and she climbed on top of him, kissing him with her hair falling soft over her shoulders and tickling his face. “Thank you,” she said, small hands on his shoulders. “For getting me out of the water.”
“Uh. Babe.” Sasha put his hands behind his head and grinned up at her. “I don’t think you gotta thank me for, like, not letting you drown. That’s base-level married stuff, right there.”
She laughed, low and husky, and the sound made him shiver. He loved her laugh. He lovedher. He didn’t want to think too long about what it meant that her smiling and laughing over dinner was abnormal compared to her usual energy levels. Now wasn’t the time.
“You’re in a good mood,” Sasha said, shivering again as she sat up, wriggling on top of him, her cunt a warm, wet press against his bare stomach. The fire in their bedroom was stoked high enough that Sasha slept naked, and Viv had pulled her nightgown off, too.
“Mm-hmm.” She kissed him sweetly, but only for a moment. Then she bit his lip, hard, and harderstill, enough to make him moan and grab at her hips. “Oh no, what’s this? Eager, are we?”
“For you? Hell, yeah.” Sasha grinned, canting his hips up, pushing his rapidly hardening cock against her ass.
“What do you want more?” She wriggled down, making his eyes cross as she slid her wet slit up and down the ridge of his cock. “For me to ride you or hurt you?”
He grabbed at the bedding, twisting it in his fingers as she teased him. “What kind of question is that? You know I want both.”
“Both?” She tilted her head, playful in a way it seemed like she hadn’t been in forever, and her fingers scratched lightly through his dark chest hair. “You’ll have to earn it.”
“Ohno, what terrible, awful thing will I have to do for—mmph.”
Viv silenced him by sliding up his body and sitting directly on his face. “You can pleasure me. Twice, I think, and then I’ll think about scratching you bloody while I ride you.”
Sasha would go for three times. What was he, a quitter? He buried his face in Viv’s sweet cunt and grabbed her hips, pulling her down, inhaling her scent while she gasped and wriggled on top of him. He loved when she did this. When she used him for her pleasure, nearly smothering him with her gorgeous snatch—even if she hated that word. He couldn’t help that it was such a beautiful cunt, it snatched his breath and his will to do anything but make her come all over his face, could he?
“Sasha, are yougiggling?”
He shook his head, but he was, kind of. Having her like this, warm and eager, riding his face… it made him so happy, so turned on, soeverything. He’d loved her from the moment he’d asked her to be his luck and kiss his knuckles before a fight in the ring. He’d lost, as she’d told him he would, but he was masochistic enough that being thrown on the ground and beaten up a little wasn’t a problem. He’d swaggered over after, bloody and bruised, with the taste of dirt in his mouth and sweat stinging his eyes, and she’d sighed and said, “I told you so. I’m no one’s good anything.”
“Yeah, but it was a hell of a fight. And maybe I lost, but I got a kiss from the prettiest girl in Lukos, so there’s that.”
She’d stared at him like he was a fool, then rolled her dark eyes, but he’d made her smile. He’d liked that, seeing her small face light up, the way it seemed she couldn’t helpbut like him. Sasha had plenty of people who were into him for a fuck or whatever, but one had told him, “I’d keep you gagged—you talk too much,”and while the idea was sorta hot, it wasn’t all that appealing to be with someone who only wanted him for his muscles or his big dick. Both of which Sasha had, but nah. He liked to think that, while he wasn’t the cleverest guy around, he was funny or charming or at least fucking endearing. Viv was one of the few who seemed to like his brain as much as his muscles or aforementioned dick. She liked his mouth and the stuff he said with it, which was pretty great. And she liked the things he coulddowith his mouth, as evidenced by how fast she went tense and liquid-hot and came.
Sasha turned his head a moment to breathe, then dove back in, worshipping her with his tongue while she ground on his face, bucking against him, mindlessly seeking her pleasure again. Sasha could do this for hours, and had—getting her worked up and wet, buzzing enough to take his cock without too much oil. She tasted delicious, spicy-sweet, and he loved to look up at her while she gasped and made those soft, tense sounds of pleasure as she neared her peak.
As she convulsed a second time with his tongue inside her, he wondered, idly, what she’d look like riding Micah’s face. They’d shared before, a few times, other dominants who could hurt Sasha when he needed a little more and her energy was low. She liked to watch him deep-throat cock, but he couldn’t remember watching her ride someone else like this. His brain was fuzzy with lust and his desire for submission and pain, so maybe he was forgetting, but hell, it would be hot to watch her and Micah. Having… hot dom sex. Yeah. Fuck—
