*two years later*
Adea
“Oh, fuck.”
Shane’s groan was all the encouragement I needed. My knees were rubbed raw, but I sheathed and bobbed enthusiastically. Little pebbles of rocks dug into my skin and pierced flesh, but it didn’t hinder me. Nothing could, especially not when the God standing above me had my full attention. My thighs clenched at the way his face grimaced with pleasure and the muscle that pulsed as he clenched his jaw.
I didn’t miss a single detail, like how he was fighting the urge to drop his head back and lose himself in the pleasure that I was giving him.
His eyes flew open as he stared down at me. Dark obsidian orbs threatened to steam me away in the night and promised to do dirty things to me. Light flecks flashed, and I knew Maximus was present for this.
I’d had a chance to get to know Maximus over the last two years. Despite him being ornery, I had come to love him as much as I did Shane. He wasn’t present every time, but he was welcome whenever he came forward.
Shane was the one who had an issue with sharing.
Strong fingers trailed along my shoulder to the back of my nape and gripped my hair. I was slammed down on Shane’s thick, hard cock. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t fight it. Tears welled in my eyes, but my gaze remained on him.
Fighting the automatic reaction to push off of him, I loosened my throat around him. He grunted as he pulled me off of him and spittle ran from my bottom lip to the tip of his cock. His eyes darkened with desire as he stared.
“Fucking beautiful,” Shane growled. I was on my knees as tears streamed down my face, saliva dribbling. I was definitely not looking my best. The look in his eyes and the husk in his voice told me he loved it.
I kept my mouth open and my tongue out in obedience, letting him know I was patiently waiting for him. He didn’t have me waiting long, he slammed me down on his thick hard length again, my nose pressed against his skin. He held me there while I gagged around him.
“Your mouth is always so fucking tight for me. I swear you were made for me, Adea. You were fucking… made for me.”
I hummed in appreciation, and he groaned as the sound vibrated around his cock. I swallowed once, twice, and he cursed as he pulled me off of him.
“Who would have thought you’d be such a little slut?” Shane cooed. Wetness pooled between my legs at the compliment.
“Only for you,” I said as seductively as I could manage before wetting my lips.
I loved how comfortable he made me. How comfortably uncomfortable he made me. Shane loved to test my limits and he demanded all of my trust.
Did I think he would hurt me? Yes. Was I afraid that he would take it too far? Never.
He was so in tune with my body, he could read me. This had started as an experiment, a way for me to do everything and anything before I was sold off to Ethan. What I wasn’t expecting was for it to grow into so much more.
Shane had always been my person, but now, now I loved him. I wanted him as my own. I wanted a future, one that would be with him. I didn’t even like thinking about it, but sometimes when I was all alone in my room, or when he was asleep and I lay on top of him, I thought of our future. One where we were happy, free, and together. I wanted to wake up to him in the morning and give him pups.
I didn’t bother waiting for his reply, or for him to guide me down on his length. I took initiative and reached forward with my hand. I slid my finger down the slit on his tip before I curled my hand around his thick girth. I slid my hand up and down his shaft in circular motions while I leaned forward and sucked on his tip.
He cursed, but that only told me that he liked it. I bobbed my head on his hard length and kept my hand going. I rested my left hand on his thigh and felt his muscle tensing beneath it. He was getting close.
He hardened in my mouth and I smiled at the knowledge that he was close. His hips thrusted forward and I knew he was going to lose it. He was going to come in my mouth.
My tongue darted out and slid against his length as I picked up speed and took more of him. I needed his release more than I needed my own.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Shane groaned as he stared down at me. I peeked up at him through my eyelashes and held eye contact. The muscles at his base tightened. “Shit.”
He came undone. His come hit the back of my throat and he tried pull out, but I gripped his thigh and hip, and pulled him closer. I took him deeper while he emptied himself. I continued sucking him as he came. His groans were music to my ears.
When he was spent, his muscles loosened and I pulled myself off of him. Sitting back on my legs beneath me, I licked the spittle from my lips.
He stared down at me with a satisfied look in his eyes and I smiled up at him proudly. Shane reached down and gripped my chin. His thumb slid over my bottom lip.
“You’re getting way too good at that,” he murmured.
“Is that a complaint I hear, sir Shane?” I asked, concealing my laugh with a smile.
“Definitely not,” he chuckled. “Best blow of my life. Your mouth and tongue work miracles.”
My smile faltered at his words. The last thing I want to think about were the girls before me. All that mattered was the present. We’d been at this for two years now, but I was not perfect. I was still insecure about women. I couldn’t help but imagine someone else on their knees in front of him.