Chapter 25 25
RANDOM FACTS: Kael has Shadow and Time manipulation as his ability but there are also other things in his arsenal which he rarely uses because they are power consuming.
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My pants are off. I don’t know when but they are. I want to yank on Kael’s hair and force him to see me as something else but a cumbucket but the fact that he’s not fucking me but in his knees is rewiring my common sense.
Someone could see us. I swear to fuck, someone really could, but that voice in my head grows smaller and smaller as he whips my dick out, and I’m so painfully hard with precum leaking out of my tip that it’s embarrassing.
Faster. Faster.
“This looks cute.”
I’m not sure if that’s humour I hear in his voice and I’m about to ask before I suddenly feel his mouth sucking all of me in— and I suddenly get sucked into fucking space.
I don’t know how fucking long he’s lived on planet earth but Kael Veyne doesn’t have a gag reflex and I’m so close to having an orgasm in how many fucking seconds.
My head falls back and hits the wall and I don’t care that it hurts— or that my hip is all of a sudden thrusting into his mouth, my body lighting up in flames from how good I feel.
I don’t even care about the drywall dent I'm probably leaving or the way my vision is going staticky at the edges.
All I can focus on now is just the wet heat of his mouth and the impossible, fucking obscene fact that he's humming. A low vibration against my skin that travels straight up my spine and short-circuits my brain.
My hand does what I wanted it to do earlier. It fists in his hair. Not to yank him off, but to hold on.
An anchor. Because I'm pretty sure I'm about to float the fuck away. His hair is softer than it has any right to be, sliding through my fingers like water.
He takes me deeper. Or maybe I just stop knowing where the boundary is anymore. All I know is the pressure, the slickness, the way his tongue moves like it's got a fucking map.
"K-Kael." His name comes out broken. A warning.
A plea. I don't even know which.
He looks up.
And in one split second, he places one of my legs on his shoulder and starts to bop his head faster, the runes on his body glowing as his golden eyes stares back at me like I’m something he’s starved himself for far too long and he can’t wait anymore.
“K-Kael. No. N-No. Stop. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna—”
I come apart with a sound I don't recognize, like something punched my soul out of my body. It takes all of me not to scream as the sounds of the rides play behind us as I spasm.
He doesn't pull away.
No. Kael takes everything even when I try to rip his mouth away and the sight of that alone might be enough to make me hard again if I weren't currently seeing fucking stars.
My leg slides off his shoulder and I slide down the wall.
My knees hit the floor before I really register moving, and we're suddenly eye-level, him still on his knees, me now on mine, breathing like I just ran a marathon through hell.
His lips are slick and wet— and then he opens it… and I see my cum right there.
I quickly grab his jaw. “No. Don’t swallow it. Spit it out, Kael. Spit—”
He swallows it.
I blanch, the world suddenly freezing before I hear him say, “Finally, a meal.”
Like the rope holding whatever dignity I had left just got pulled out, I shriek and push him to the floor, my hands grabbing his shirt. “You fucking bastard. You keep coming into my life and just— I don’t know what to do with you—”
The rest of the words dance in my throat as I realize I hear a voice coming closer— no. Two voices towards our direction.
I instantly realize that my pants are off… and a monstrous fucking thing is poking me through pants to my ass.
I move to get away but I realize that shadows have formed around my wrists like cuffs, pinning me to the floor as Kael slowly sits upwards , his hands reaching out for my face. “We are shrouded in shadow. They cannot see us.. but they will hear if we are too loud.”
My heart is racing too fast in my chest, like I’m seconds away from passing out. I feel lightheaded— and scared. But I’m also so painfully hard that I feel like I need to legit stab myself through my dick to focus.
“Just a quickie, okay? I need you, sweetheart,” The guy says. He sounds desperate. Weak. So faulty.
Kael, on the other hand, has his hand moving over my face like he’s seeing me for the first time. Like he’s dick struck or whatever. It’s cute but I’m not into that. “Let me go.”
“No.”
No? No?!
“Ah, fuckkkkkk. I needed this.” The guy is saying. The girl he’s with is moaning. I’m not sure.
I can’t be because Kael is grinding into me… and my useless ass is dripping so much. It’s pulsing, practically gaping just so he can fill it up however he wants while I tell him how grateful I am for stuffing me with his—
Fuck. NO. “Kael.”
My voice comes out like a whine, like I’m unsure of what to do in this position.
That only leads to his face burying into my neck. His hand moves to my ass, grabbing it as he whispers into my neck. “Need more.”
His tongue darts to my skin, his hand clamping on my ass tighter as I feel his cock thrum with life. My hole twitches as I shift my neck to the side.
My eyes fall to the couple that are fucking, my teeth clamping down hard on my lip so I don’t make any noise.
Then he latches onto my neck.
The sound that leaves my lips is impossible to stop. It’s shameless and hungry— but the couple fucking are too busy to notice.
“You like the fact that they are close. Your pheromones—” He stops, his lips pulling away from the attack on my neck as his hand moves to one of my nipples and flicks it.
My body jolts out as pleasure shoots up my spine to my brain. I feel too much. Overstimulated. Because I can’t move my hands. I don’t want to be seen like this. Especially with him.
But the mere thought that we could be seen…
“What else do you like, Riven?” He pinches on a nipple and pulls it. He’s not putting too much force in a way that the pain becomes blinding. No. No.
It just hurts in that way that had my mouth falling open and my slick pouring out in waves that it’s impossible to keep inside.
The couple doesn't stop. They don't even pause.
The guy is too busy slamming into his girlfriend against the wall maybe ten feet away, both of them lost in their own world.
But I can hear them. Every wet slap, every breathy moan, every ‘yes, fuck, right there’ that drips out of her mouth like honey.
“Tell me now, or I find them out myself,”