I fist the sheets when he bottoms out inside me. My breath sobs from my lungs. I’m so full, I’m certain I can feel him in the back of my throat. “Sol, please.”
“Are you begging for mercy, bride?” He squeezes my ass cheeks, making me jump. “There is no mercy here.” He withdraws just as smoothly as he entered me. I panic halfway through and try to shove back onto him, but he holds me immobile, continuing his retreat until just the head of his thick cock remains inside me.
“I like you like this. Shaking. Whimpering. Needing me.” He shifts behind me, one giant hand coming to rest beside my head as he bends over me. His breath is warm against my ear. “Beg, bride.”
I try to slam back on him again, but he moves with me easily, somehow maintaining just the head of his cock inside me. I slap the bedding. “Sol, stop teasing me and fuck me.”
I’m suddenly afraid he won’t do it. That he’ll keep teasing me until I lose my mind entirely. “Please, Sol. Please fuck me.” Words spill from my lips, fumbling words spill from my libs, need making them nearly incomprehensible. “Please don’t make me wait. I need you.”
His hiss rattles through his chest and into my back. Sol’s claws dig into the bedding next to my face as he does exactly what I beg for. He picks up his pace, fucking me hard enough to draw gasps and whimpers from my lips.
Not hard enough to hurt me, though.
My orgasm takes me by surprise. One moment I’m trying to lift my hips, to take him deeper yet, and the next I’m cumming so hard, I scream. Sol pulls out of me and flips me onto my back. I blink up at him, dazed and drugged on pleasure. He presses my thighs wide, and I look down to see his top cock glistening with my orgasm.
Sol notches his bottom cock at my entrance and then looks at me. “I’m going to mark you, bride.”
It’s not a request, not really, but I nod all the same. “Do it.”
Chapter 18
Sol
I’m going too hard, but I can’t stop. Not after Ramanu’s taunting, after seeing them mark Briar with their own blood. I hadn’t realized bargainer demon tattoos functioned in such a way, and my lack of foresight bothers me just as much as everything else in the kitchen.
I need Briar to wear my mark.
It doesn’t matter that she already is in the form of the little teeth marks patterning her lower stomach from when I fucked her with my tongue. It’s not the same. I can’t bite her. Not when I’m like this. I’m barely holding on to control, barely able to ensure I don’t accidentally hurt her.
But there are other ways.
I push into her pussy. She gives one of those little mewling cries that make my entire body go tight. No matter what else is true, my little bride loves being fucked by me. I stop halfway inside her and grip her thighs. As much as I would love to penetrate her with both cocks, the reality is that it would do actual damage to her. So we’ll improvise.
I hold her gaze as I spit, my saliva hitting my top cock and her pussy. She flinches but then gives a delicious little wiggle when I thrust deeper. “Oh.”
Oh, indeed.
I press her thighs together, trapping my upper cock against her clit. The fit isn’t nearly as tight as her pussy, but it feels really fucking good. It feels even better when Briar cries out, “Oh god, Sol. Don’t stop.”
She might be almost timid other times, but when her pleasure is on the line, she’s remarkably vocal. I love that. I switch my grip on her thighs to one hand and brace the other on the bed next to her. “You take my cocks so sweetly, bride.” The words feel ripped from my chest. Watching her come apart around me is more intoxicating than any drink I’ve had. It soothes me knowing that she’s coming on my cock, that she’s begging me to fuck her deeper, harder, faster.
Mine.
Briar orgasms, clenching around my cock so hard that I don’t have a choice about following her over the edge. I pump into her harder than I intend to, chasing my end. I release her legs, shoving them wide, and press my hand down against my upper cock, pinning it between us as I fuck her. “You’re going to be a good girl and take my seed.”
“Yes!”
I hiss as I fill her up just like I promised. As I overfill her, my seed cascading out of her around my cock. My top cock jerks, coating her stomach and breasts as I spurt onto her skin. Marking her.
It calms me further, but there’s still an edge I can’t quite remove. I ease out of her and retract my claws. “More.”