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Saints, he eats pussy like his life depends on it.
And it does. Or perhaps hers does. She can’t quite tell anymore which is which. Is it his life? Her life? Their life together?
Does it even fucking matter?
The moment her belly tenses, Matthias moves his mouth away, no longer content to lick languidly at the seam of her cunt. He moves to her inner thigh, further from where she wishes for him to be.
It takes her a moment to gather what’s left of her wits.
Nina shifts on the soft rug, the crackling fire warming her side. Her skin’s flushed pink, her temple damp with sweat as Matthias sucks and licks at her inner thigh, mouth hot and wet, his teeth sharp. She threads her hands through his soft hair, gripping the strands tightly.
"Saints," she murmurs, closing her eyes as she arches off the rug. His broad shoulders are enough to keep her legs spread wide when her knees try to fall in together. Every part of him she touches is hot and alive, the winter night's chill no longer kissing his skin. He's always been her best blanket, her slab of warm and hot fur.
Nina releases a guttural sound, something that sounds like a wolf. With a tug of his hair, he only shifts his mouth further away from her wet cunt.
She growls again. "Can you please stop teasing me?"
"Never," he murmurs in Fjerdan against her inner thigh. Nipping at her skin like a wolf, she tugs at his hair when she feels him smile against her bruising skin. She peers down at him and moans at how his back's thick, corded muscle shifts beneath as he shuffles closer toward her.
"Please," she begs quietly, her voice fracturing as she digs her fingers into his scalp. His moan reverberates through her like a heartbeat, her own stuttering. "Please, Matthias."
With a nip of his teeth and a hard suck of his lips, he peers up at her, blue eyes vibrant, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. His hair’s wild, like the wind has swept through him. She gently brushes her fingers through it, trying to bring some order back to a boy who used to wield it as a shield. Properly fucked looks good on him, even though she suspects his soft, spent cock’s hard again.
"Please what, my Little Red Bird?" he murmurs roughly. She closes her eyes as the gravel in his voice shoots warmth through her.
She blames her burning cheeks on the fire. "Put your mouth on me," she commands breathlessly.
"But it was," he says innocently, lifting his brow slightly. The upward curve of his lips gives him away. She taught him that, how to let loose, how to be himself, how to tease her senselessly until she’s nothing but a fluttering heart unable to catch its beat.
She rolls her eyes. "On my cunt," she says in exasperation. Her cheeks flush hot, and she knows his mimic hers, even if the firelight hides the pink tinge from her. He’s coated in red, alive and warm between her thighs—nothing like the death that had once gripped him and threatened to tear him from her hands. Nothing will ever touch him again, not when he's tucked safely between her thighs.
"Why didn’t you say so?"
Her laughter unleashes from her as a howl. Tilting her head back, she rests on her elbows before she looks at him. He’s chuckling, smiling lopsidedly. His blue eyes are so bright she could convince herself the ocean is at her doorstep, ready to whisk her away to their shared freedom.
"You’re a tease," she informs him.
He lifts a broad shoulder as he shuffles up between her legs, his chin almost hovering over her belly. "I learn from you," he says innocently.
Nina bites her bottom lip as she stares at him. He smiles at her, parting his lips before scrunching his nose. When he moves away from her, Nina tilts her head back and sighs in ecstasy when he finally presses that beautiful mouth against her cunt.
"Oh, Saints," she murmurs as he licks at the seam of her. Gripping his hair, she falls back against the rug as he sucks on her. Dipping his tongue between her folds, she lifts her leg onto his back, digging her heel into his warm skin. "Saints. Djel. Matthias."
He smiles against her but doesn’t move. He doesn’t think to tease her anymore this evening. (Thank the Saints for that.) It’s one of the few moments they’ll have together while on this job. Nina’s learned how to take advantage of moments. Matthias has become too possessive of them to ever let them leave his grasp again.
"I have been made to protect you," she murmurs in Fjerdan as he pushes his tongue deeper into her. Flattening it inside of her, she cries out, arching off the rug as its soft furs stick to her back. "Only in death will I be kept from this oath," she murmurs. "And what a sweet death this will be."
Gliding her fingers through his hair, she tugs him closer, throwing her other foot over his shoulder. His broad back moves beneath her heels, hard muscles rippling beneath her like the True Sea’s waves. They don't try to carry her away from him this time; they shove him toward her, keeping them close, him tucked inside of her.
Matthias hums against her, a familiar sound that’s come to see her press her legs together when he sings it quietly beneath his breath at the dinner table. He smiles against her cunt as he licks into her, sucking on her clit as he presses his fingers into her inner thighs. He pants hard against her, breathing like that of a hungry wolf.
Digging her heels into his back, she grips his hair and tugs him forward as she comes with a sharp sound. He continues to lick at her, curling his tongue inside of her as she clenches her inner walls around him. She presses her thighs against his head, wishing to keep him there.
"Who knew drüskelle were so good at eating pussy?" she informs him—or tries to; the arrogant arch of her brow is lost in the damp shine of her temples and her breathlessness. Matthias smirks up at her, face pink and wet, hair an absolute mess on his head. "What?" she asks, ignoring her furious flush that reddens her entire body.
He shrugs, lips curved in a soft smile. "You did," he murmurs. His literalness makes something twist deliciously in her belly. The danger Matthias Helvar has always posed wasn’t his past as a drüskelle. It’s the future he holds in his hands, the hope that he encourages within her.
She rolls her eyes. "You’re not supposed to take me so literally."
"You told me to eat you out," he says, cocking his brow as he moves to hover over her, planting his arms on either side of her head. He nestles his hard cock between her legs, but he doesn’t push into her. He never does, resting against her as he drapes his big body lightly over hers. His mouth is shiny with her. "I eat you out. Was I not meant to be so literal?"
Nina presses her lips together, making a noise of exasperation. "I hate it when you’re cheeky."
He smiles, brushing his nose against hers. "You love it."
She smiles, tilting her head up toward his. Her lips faintly brush against his. "I love you, you gorgeous, pussy-eating barbarian."
When he ducks his head in embarrassment, Nina laughs, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She pushes him onto his back and sits comfortably on his dick, enjoying how he tenses deliciously beneath her.
Dragging her nails slowly down his chest, she smiles at his shiver. "And I plan to have my way with you."
"Then have your way with me," Matthias murmurs, peering up at her like she’s the heavens. He smiles boyishly up at her. "Don't keep me waiting."
She doesn't. Nina's never been particularly good at waiting, anyway.