So I did neither.
When he again looked into my eyes, I said, “It’s good to know you don’t fight fair.”
“Like you had any intention of ever fighting fair,” he replied.
“Of course I didn’t,” I confirmed blithely.
His smile came back. “That’s my Frannie.”
“Indeed it is,” I stated arrogantly.
In a dizzying shift, his mood changed from audacious to tender as he agreed softly, “Yeah, indeed it is.”
After that, he tilted in and took my mouth. This time it was short, not deep, but very sweet.
When he moved away, he murmured, “Gotta feed my girl.”
I drew in breath and nodded.
He let one hand slide lingeringly along my jaw as he removed both. And while he walked away, to hide my response to his words and caress, I took a fortifying sip of my wine.
If you told me I was gonna fall for an uppity, blue blood, snobby chick who won’t even slice a tomato, I’d tell you you were crazy. But here you are and thank fuck for that.
Well then.
Fine.
So he wouldn’t assist me in making a love match of Circe and Lahn.
And yes, Valentine was no longer there to lead the charge because she was nursing a broken heart.
And it was true I was in a new world and had only been in it for five days. I knew very little, and of the very little I knew, much of it were things I would need to know in order to carry out any plan (should I eventually fall on one that wasn’t unlawful).
But Noctorno Hawthorne had fallen for me.
Fallen for me.
So I figured I could do pretty much anything.
And so I figured I would.
* * * * *
“Frannie.”
Noc had made a mistake.
In all our lovemaking, at which he was exceptionally talented, and dominant, he had not yet allowed me to demonstrate the fullness of my skills.
And thus, when I finally got my mouth on him, I was able to do just this.
Needless to say, I was very good at it. And thus, needless to say, Noc had become consumed by it and had thus been unable to bring to fruition his earlier plan.
Even though his voice communicated something very clearly, I was much enjoying what I was doing. The taste of him. The weight of him. The rigidity. Each ridge and vein tantalizing my tongue. Each grunt and groan urging me to move faster, draw deeper. The feel of him straining to hold his control.
“Baby,” he gritted, and I lifted my eyes to his from where I lay curled between his widespread legs, his knees up. I felt the wash of wetness at the heart of me witnessing the darkness in his face even as I carried on and he reached out to me, his fingertips skimming my cheek on their journey to glide into my hair and cup the side of my head. “Warning,” he finished thickly, in a way it was clear he could not force out more.
I felt my eyes turn lazy (or lazier), did not heed his warning but instead increased my ministrations.
“Right,” he bit out and it happened.
Without losing purchase of his cock in my mouth, he shifted to his knees, drawing my head up with his hand fisted in my hair so I was no longer curled between his legs but up on my hands and knees.
And then I was no longer in control of pleasuring his shaft.
He was thrusting it into my mouth.
Yes.
Noc.
Dominant.
And divine.
I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling my inner thighs tremble.
“Fuck, shit, fuck,” he grunted, his one hand staying fisted in my hair, his other one cupping my head to assist in holding me steady. “Take me, Frannie.”
Oh, I’d take him. Any way he’d give himself to me.
Including like this.
Especially like this.
I moaned around his cock and reached a hand between my legs, my finger just skimming through the wet to where I needed it when Noc forced out, “Unh-unh.”
He then pulled out of my mouth, reached down to me, and with a hand at my wrist yanking me up, he cast his other arm around my waist, lifting me so my naked body collided with his own.
With no choice, I rounded him with my legs. When I did, he fell back to his calves, held me to him with his arm at my waist, leaning our bodies and reaching with the other hand to the nightstand.
He opened the drawer so violently the lamp on top tumbled and fell, coins clinked and dropped to the floor, things I didn’t know what they were came out of the drawer, all this before Noc straightened us, coming back on his knees and handing me a condom.
“Fast,” he growled.
I looked into his eyes, shivered in his hold and nodded my head quickly.
My fingers fumbled but I went fast, finally rolling it on his beautiful shaft successfully. I barely had it to the root before Noc shoved my hand aside, wrapping his around his cock.
He found me and drove inside.
I grasped his shoulders as my spine formed an arc, my head falling back. The low moan ripping from my throat, he pummeled me with his thrusts and I did my best to hold on for the ride.
“God, fuck, fuck, my Frannie, so goddamned hot,” Noc rumbled, beginning to lift me and drive me down to meet his lunges.
I righted my head with a snap and lifted my hands to the sides of his neck, gripping him there, my forehead hitting his, my body lurching at his command.
“Fuck me, Noc,” I demanded.
“I am, baby,” he grunted.
I seized his jaw in both hands, my voice throaty. “Fuck me, my love.”
He stared into my eyes. His flaring, burning, blazing, he fell forward so I was on my back in his bed, Noc covering me. With me stationary and Noc able to center all his power at his hips, he fucked me.
It took no time at all before I came, dragging my nails down his shoulders, crying out loudly, clenching my legs around his driving hips, lost in Noc. His filling me, claiming me, fucking me in a way no one could come after him, no one could have me again. I was no one but his, he was no one but mine, destined to be together, connected, balancing…bloody…worlds.