Chapter 20
Kyrian
want to be Rowan’s first. I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in a
long time, even if I know that this evening is nothing but a one-time
thing. Not a casual hookup, because anything with Rowan is anything
but casual, but it’s physical. Her body wants me, I can feel the strum of the
rising arousal as she recovers from Logan’s hand, but that’s as deep as it
goes. And honestly, I’m grateful for whatever she is willing to share.
I give Logan a quick once over, to assure myself I’m not about to start a
brawl by taking this away from him, but he’s already given Rowan one
release, and Kai had kissed her first. I can take this one thing. Plus, Kai isn’t
here, and Logan only takes his partners from behind, where their hands
won’t roam the scars along his body. Neither of us wants to turn Rowan
over and miss one moment of watching her face as she discovers what
pleasure should truly feel like.
Rowan deserves to have pleasure, and it makes my blood boil to think
of how she’d been denied over and over, until she doesn’t even think it’s
possible. I know that once this charade is over and we take her over the
wards into Flurry, she will hate us all. But maybe this one thing could help
balance the cosmic scales. Not truly. Not all the way, but just a tiny
fraction.
I reach over my back and strip off my shirt, watching Rowan’s gaze
widen as she takes in my lean body. Then I strip her top off, with only
slightly less speed, running my hands over her ribs and breasts. I want her
excited and aroused, but not afraid. I have to take it slow. Let her get used
to my touch and movements so she can focus on her sensations.
“Don’t worry lass, you’ll be warm enough,” I promise at the protest that
I can already see forming on her face. “You are beautiful. Your neck, your
breasts, this glorious softness that hugs you down to your hips.” I run my
hands over each body part as I mention it, slipping down the tops of her
pants that I undo without looking away from her face. “The curve of your
hips is perfect,” I run my palms over the outside of her legs as I ease her
pants down, Logan‘s right there to help me along until Rowan is suddenly
very naked. “Your inner thighs. And this here,” I put my hand over her
mound, cupping it with my fingers. “This is one of your most beautiful
features. And it’s wet. Deliciously wet. It liked Logan’s attention but I think
it’s ready for something else now. What do you think?”
I pause and Rowan swallows. The truth is written in every line of her
hungry gaze yet she is still afraid to say it. Logan shifts over toward
Rowan’s head, and adjusts his hold on her arms. I nod my approval to him. I
don’t want our girl worried about having to do anything, about doing
something wrong. Not that she could, but she doesn’t know that. So we are
going to make it easy. We’re going to let her do nothing but feel and enjoy.
“What do you think?” I ask again. “Are you hot and wet and needy for
something here?” I insert two fingers into her channel and circle her apex
with my thumb. This time Rowan gasps and arches, her hips seeking out
more contact with me. That’s perfect. Exactly what I want to see. But I want
to hear it too. I pump in and out of her a few times and start to withdraw.
Rowan whimpers.
I raise a brow. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want… more,” Rowan whispers, and Logan rewards the brave lass by
taking her mouth with deep claiming strokes that are making me envious of
him all over again.
I add a third finger inside Rowan, her juices dripping all over my hand
as I move inside her and tease the enlarged hood around her apex. “More
like this?” I ask.
She nods eagerly, breathlessly adding. “Yes, yes, like that,” she says
quickly when she feels me start to withdraw. I stop the retreat and give her
what she’s asking for.
What idiot had thought her anything but sensitive and perfect? My cock
is already so hard that I can feel each pulse beat through it, and it hurts to
go slow. Still I take my time as I undo my flies and let my cock spring out,
the pre-cum on its tip splattering the air with the force.
Rowan’s attention is on it immediately, her eyes dilating. Her tongue
darts out between her lips.
I keep pumping my fingers inside her and flicking her apex with the tip
of my thumb, alternating the caresses from fulfillingly firm to feather soft.
“You like my hand, but that’s not what you truly want to feel,” I say in a soft
rumbling tone. “Do you want to feel what it’s like to have your channel
filled so completely, that you are stretching around my cock? Feeling
pleasure surge higher and higher as I stroke it through your slickness?”
She nods, then remembers herself and answers aloud. “Yes. I do.
Please.”
“Good girl.”
There is little I want more than to bury myself to the hilt inside her just
now, but I place my tip gently at her entrance and tease her apex as I ease
myself into her. And stars take me, Rowan is a dream. Tight, slick, and
already gripping me greedily with her channel. She wriggles a little, shifting
her legs and pulling against the restraining hold Logan has on her hands.
Her breaths are short and quick, her pupils widening into that semiintoxicated bliss that I intend to feed. This is exciting for her, but
challenging too.
“There is my lass,” I say. “Doing so well. Taking me all in.”
Pleasure flashes over Rowan’s face. She enjoys being praised and damn
it, I could do it all night long. I’m planning on doing it for a good chunk of
it already, just to firmly erase all other possibilities from her mind.
I reach the top and she arches with a groan. “Perfect. You are the perfect
size. I’m inside you now, but I want to eat you too. I want to lick up every
drop of those juices that are wrapping around my cock right now, and not
let a single one go to waste. Maybe I’ll do that a different time. It will be
my reward for letting Logan go first without a fight.” Her already
impossibly large pupils dilate even more and I start moving inside her, in
and out, in and out, with increasing speed. My hands go to her breasts,
which makes Logan growl something about me not sharing, but I want this
too much. Want to be all Rowan’s for this.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I instruct, and she does. She is so small
that each of my thrusts lifts her off the ground.
I thrust harder and faster, relishing the tight grip of Rowan’s slick
channel around my cock. She gasps with each stroke, the sounds breathy at
first, then louder. Primal moans of pleasure, intensity, and surprise. Her legs
tighten around my hips, pulling me deeper inside with each drive. I can feel
her muscles pulsate, her body trembling with the storm of sensations.
“That’s it lass, let go. Let the pleasure take you,” I murmur, my lips
brushing her ear. I nip her, and quickly lap at the tiny sting to make the pain
morph to molten pleasure as it spiders along her core. Rowan’s eyes roll
back, her lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks. Her lips part in a gasp
and her hands grip Logan’s tightly as her body tenses with desire.
My fingers find her swollen, sensitive apex again and I rub firm circles,
matching the rhythm of my hips. The musky scent of Rowan’s arousal rises,
growing more potent with each of our clashes. Her skin glows with sweat,
the mixture of her scent and mine creating an intoxicating aroma.
I can’t get enough of her responsiveness, the way her body chases the
ecstasy I’m giving her. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her,
make her shatter again and again. My thrusts grow more forceful, burying
myself to the hilt.
Thrust, thrust, thrust. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the clearing,
mingling with Rowan’s soft cries.
“You like this, chaos?” I ask. I’m starting to pant now too. This is so
good for me. I want it to be good for her. I want it to be the best ride of her
life. “Does it feel good to be rutted so hard you can’t think? Does my cock
pounding into you make you want it even more?”
“Yes, oh gods. More. Please don’t stop,” she pants, her hands escaping
Logan’s hold to dig into my shoulders. I have no intention of stopping, not
when she’s wound so tight, right on the razor’s edge.
Thrust, thrust, thrust. I plunge into Rowan’s depth with a primal need to
bring her to the peak of ecstasy. I’m thrusting hard now, the way I’m
learning she likes it. Just as I’ve learned to angle my hips to hit that spongy
spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind her eyes.
“You are such a good girl, taking everything I give. And you like it,
don’t you? You like it hard. The pounding. The rutting. You love my cock
slamming into you over and over.”
Her silken walls clench around me, drawing me deeper into her molten
core with each plunge. Rowan’s moans turn breathy and high-pitched, her
body undulating beneath me, seeking more. Rowan’s nails rake down my
back, leaving trails of delicious fire in their wake.
I capture her lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling.
“You’re so tight, Rowan. So perfect,” I groan against her mouth. “I can
feel every inch of your sweet channel gripping me.”
My hand dips between our sweat-slicked bodies to find her throbbing
apex again. I circle it with just the right pressure, making Rowan cry out
and arch off the ground. Her breasts press into my chest, the hard peaks of
her nipples grazing my skin and sending jolts of need straight to my aching
cock.
“Kyrian,” she begs. And damn if I won’t agree to anything with my
name on her lips like that. “Please!”
My fingers zero in on Rowan’s swollen, needy apex, rubbing faster
circles around the sensitive pearl. She’s so slick and engorged, that she is
throbbing under my touch.
“That’s it lass, chase that pleasure. Let me feel you come undone on my
cock,” I growl, pinching her clit between my fingers and rolling it firmly,
sending shockwaves rippling through her core.
Rowan wails, her head thrashing side to side as her channel convulses
around my cock.
“That’s it. Milk my cock. Let me feel you shatter.”
A keening cry rips from Rowan’s throat as her body obeys. Her back
bows off the ground and her thighs quake around my hips. Her slick
channel spasms wildly, it’s vice-like grip undoing the last of my self
control.
With a guttural groan, I let myself go, thrusting deep as my own climax
overtakes me. Jets of my hot seed spurt into Rowan’s still quivering
channel, filling her with my essence. Pleasure explodes through my veins as
I empty myself deep inside her, painting her fluttering walls with stream
after stream of my cum.
Rowan’s body milks me dry, clamping around my length as if to wring
every last drop. I collapse onto my elbows, panting harshly against the side
of her neck. I press open-mouthed kisses to her damp skin, tasting the salt
of her sweat. Her breath is hot against my shoulder, coming in satisfied
little sighs.
“Move, asshole,” Logan growls, pressing his knee none-too-gently into
my ribs. I ease out of Rowan’s heat reluctantly, but Logan is shoving me
along and snarling to hurry up. Before I can do more than roll to the side,
Logan is there, dropping between Rowan’s still open legs.
He wastes no time burying his face between her thighs, his hands
spreading her wide. Rowan’s hands grip Logan’s shoulders, which would
usually make him snarl, but with Rowan he lets it happen. Which I’d never
have believed possible if I wasn’t watching it happen right before me. I get
one appreciative glimpse of my seed leaking out of Rowan’s well-used
channel before Logan takes away even that. His tongue delves into her
folds, lapping up our mingled release before zeroing in on his target. Then
Logan feasts on her like a starving man, not letting up for a second until
Rowan is shattering again, her body convulsing with pleasure that has her
keening loudly enough to wake the forest.
