What Lurks Between the Fates (Of Flesh & Bone, #3)(106)

I growled his name, pulling the restraints of the tree against my wrists. “Caldris.”

“I think I like you just like this,” he said, repositioning the heel of his palm so that it pressed against my clit. The branches at my wrist pulsed with golden light that they seemed to draw from my body, taking my pleasure as it approached my orgasm. “All tied up and desperate for me, willing to let me do anything to you.”

“Please,” I begged, my voice half a sob as he and that tree surrounded me in desire.

The need of everyone fed into him, flooding the thread between us. The others wanted to fuck their partners, teasing and torturing them as Caldris did to me, but there was nothing in our bond but desire for me.

His attention was solely focused on the places he touched me, on the need filling me as he ground his palm against my clit and fucked me with his fingers. I writhed on his hand, taking what I needed from the delicious friction he offered.

The tree fed as I clawed my orgasm into its bark, shredding pieces from the trunk and whimpering. My mate’s hand left my body, but it did nothing to stop the desire from building within me even as I came. It did nothing to appease the wanton part of me, my voice a strangled gasp as he slapped his palm down on my ass.

“It’s going to be a long night, Little One,” Caldris said, chuckling as he lowered himself to his knees behind me. I turned to look at him over my shoulder, flattening my back so that I could see his face.

I could see him lay a hand upon each of my ass cheeks, lifting and spreading me so that he could see the wet flesh between my legs. I flushed, thinking of just how on display the position had put me to the couples behind us.

“Caldris,” I said, shifting my weight from one leg to the other. I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything to hide myself as he blew a warm breath against me.

“Let them see the paradise I get to sink inside at night. Never again will they question why I would destroy worlds for you,” he said, leaning forward to lick a single line through me.

Everything in me tightened, my entire being centering around that one touch. His eyes sparked with golden embers as he pulled back, his body the flawless canvas of a God and the ghost of a skull on half his face.

“Let them see what they’ll never have for themselves, because you’re mine,” he growled, burying his face in my flesh. This was no teasing lick or slow torment, only the devouring of a male who would live with his face between my legs if I allowed it.

“Fuck,” I groaned, dropping my head forward.

The God of the Dead ate me like he was starved, working his tongue inside of me and circling my entrance when he pulled back, shifting his attention to my clit and doing it all over and over again so fast that it became a haze.

I became a mess of want and need, and all traces of the woman who would have shied away from such things disappeared. My hips moved in time with him, riding his tongue as he worked it over me. Through me. Inside of me.

And when I came, it was with his face so tightly pressed to my pussy that I couldn’t tell where he finished and I began.

The tree fed, the branches shimmering as it took from me. The edge of my need never went away, making me whimper as my body begged for more—even as I sagged in the tree’s grip.

I hated that fucking tree for taking what was mine—for taking the pleasure I was owed and needed. The branches rumbled around my wrist as if it could hear my thoughts, and I growled my warning at it. A single branch came toward me, brushing a leaf against my cheek in a tender gesture that made me look at it with newfound fear.

“It likes you,” my mate murmured, standing behind me.

His cock spread through my pussy, gliding along the wet, soaked flesh from my orgasms and stimulating my oversensitive clit all over again.

“How could it not when you’re feeding it so well with your greedy little cunt?” Caldris drove inside me to prove his point, sliding through me with ease after all the preparations of his fingers and his tongue.

With how much I needed to be fucked.

My back arched immediately, allowing him to wrap both his hands around the front of my throat and hold me still as he used me in slow, hard thrusts that I felt in every corner of my body. I stretched up onto my toes with each battering of him within me—the tree keeping me from getting away from the torment.

My voice was a garbled groan beneath the press of his hands. The words slurred together, becoming a disaster of pleasure that never seemed to end.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I gasped with every drive inside of me, and I lost track as one orgasm bled into another.

Caldris drew me back, shifting a hand to my hair and wrenching me toward him. Forcing my back to bow. He touched his tongue and teeth to that spot he’d bloodied on my neck, my shoulder. Everything in me went lax, submitting to him more fully as he moved me how he wanted, fucked me how he wanted. Worrying the flesh with his teeth, squeezing until I bruised beneath him, he roared out his first release and filled me with it.

The tree drank from him through me, and my mate never bothered to pull out—never bothered to stop moving within me before he moved on from his orgasm. He kept fucking me, his cock somehow as hard as solid steel within me.

I became nothing but flesh and need, everything that was me fading into nothingness. Only after Caldris came a second time did he pull out of me, and my body immediately mourned the loss of him—clenching around nothing. My eyes rolled back in my head as I raised my ass, seeking more, wanting more, even as my body threatened to collapse.