Page 86 of Mortis

I pulled off his length with a pop, and it fell against his stomach with a dull, wet thud. Kael released my head as I straightened and crawled back up his body. Before settling into his lap, I leaned over to my nightstand and rummaged through the top drawer. I gave an internal fist pump when my fingers closed around exactly what I was looking for.

Returning my attention to the demon, I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Then I reluctantly broke away and looked him straight in his glassy eyes.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, caressing his cheek. “Is that okay?”

Kael’s eyes widened, a crimson glow flaring briefly before fading. He leaned in and brushed his nose against mine. Then he turned his head to press a kiss against my palm.

“You know I will give you whatever you desire, my treasure,” he replied.

The corner of his mouth curled upwards, revealing the sharp point of one fang. There was something almost wicked in his expression now, a flicker of the monster beneath all that devotion.

“You need only tell me what you want.”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and traced one finger along the curve of his horn. Kael’s claws flexed against my thighs.

“I want you to fuck me, Kael.”

His eyes snapped back to mine. “Ask me properly, Teddy.”

Fuck.

A shiver ran through me.

“Will you fuck me, please?”

Kael’s smile widened, all sharp teeth and barely restrained hunger.

“Gladly.”

I flipped open the cap of the lube I’d grabbed from the drawer and poured a generous amount onto my fingers. Kael’s eyes tracked every movement.

“I’m going to open myself up for you.”

A pleased rumble vibrated through his chest. Rising onto my knees, I leaned forward and gripped the headboard with my free hand. Then I reached back and teased my pulsing hole with a slick finger. When the muscles began to soften, I slipped the tip inside, slowly pressing forward until it was buried completely.

A breathy moan fell from my lips. Once I’d adjusted to the feeling, I began fucking it in and out. My dick twitched between us, a bead of precum oozing from the tip. Kael swiped it away with his finger and brought it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh, shit,” I wheezed as I added a second finger.

Increasing the pace, I began fucking backwards onto my fingers before adding a third. I winced at the initial stretch. But then my fingertips brushed my prostate.

My hips stuttered.

My mouth fell open.

Every nerve in my body seemed to light up at once.

Christ, it had been so long since I’d been fucked by something attached to an actual person rather than made of silicone. The anticipation of Kael’s weapon of a cock rearranging my insides threatened to make me come before I’d even stretched myself enough to take him.

Kael’s eyes remained glued to my face, watching every microscopic change in my expression. Every time my eyes rolled back as my fingers stroked my prostate. Every breathy inhale as the pleasure climbed higher.

Knowing I needed to be as stretched as possible, I added a fourth finger. But when I glanced down at Kael’s length, a flicker of doubt crept in.

It still didn’t feel like enough.

As though he’d read my mind, Kael reached for the abandoned bottle of lube and squirted some onto his finger. Far too much, actually. The excess dripped onto the mattress, but I was too curious to care. Too excited, because I had a feeling I knew exactly what he intended to do.

He reached between my legs, and I was about to remind him about his claws when I felt the blunt end of his thick finger press against my hole. Slowly, he breached my rim, forcing his finger past the tight ring of muscle and squeezing it alongside the four I already had stuffed inside. The breath punched from my lungs. I leaned forward until my forehead rested against his, and gripped the headboard hard enough to whiten my knuckles. For a moment, the pressure was almost too much. The stretch burned enough that I worried I might tear.