237- A Hunger That Won’t Be Fed
POV Elowen Grimwald:
“You’re right. But of everything I’ve lived, I still prefer this moment. Here and now.”
Before I could blink, Aldren had both hands on my ass, squeezing me hard against him.
“I love when you touch me like that.” I rolled my hips over his cock swelling beneath the sweatpants, gasping provocatively.
The shrill beep of the damn oven timer sounded, slicing through the mood.
Shit.
“Will my stomach like your food the way my cock likes that pussy?” I gasped when he slid an arm between my legs and slipped a finger into my panties.
“Aldren…” He kept going, running his finger through the wetness and pressing it curved at my entrance. “Uh…”
“Wet enough for me to bend you over this table and fuck you hard.”
Aldren slid in another finger and worked them inside me, in and out. My urgency grew, and I surrendered, crazed for him to make me come.
“So good, Aldren! Ah…”
Greedily, I rocked back and forth, indulging in delicious pulses.
“Want to come, you filthy bitch?” he growled, pushing deeper and faster.
“Y-yes…”
“But you won’t.”
He pulled his arm away, withdrawing his fingers.
Immediately, I felt empty and frustrated.
“You’re not going to do this. Aldren, please.” I touched his face.
My lips parted in shock when he brought the fingers that had been fucking me to his mouth and sucked them.
“Fucking good.” He swallowed, then brought that same hand to my throat, squeezing. “I could spread you open on this table right now, suck your clit until you squirt in my mouth, and lick it all up.”
“Do it. I’ll do whatever you want…” I could beg, if necessary.
“You know why I won’t? This is payback for the handjob you made me do this morning after your cheap little tease,” he snarled vindictively, tightening his grip.
I rubbed myself against his swollen cock beneath me, searching for friction.
“I was willing to kneel and let you fuck my throat with that big cock. I wanted to swallow everything and still ask for more, Aldren. I only asked you for one thing in return…”
His fingers slid from my throat to the mark on my shoulder. He observed it with a certain admiration.
“That is art.”
“I wanted so badly to mark you back… My gums ached, like my fangs were fighting to break free before the time.”
For a few seconds, Aldren’s gaze went distant. Then he stood with me still on his lap, set me down on the floor, and stepped away.
“I’ll get the dish,” he announced, heading toward the oven with his cock swollen beneath the sweatpants.
It was awful when desire was cut short. All that remained was the shame of having offered myself so shamelessly.
I straightened my clothes and took my place at the table.
“Aldren, do you want something to drink?” I asked, watching him set the glass dish down.
“No, thank you.”
He sat and opened the lid quickly. I thought he would serve himself with the generous portion he placed on the spatula, but instead he filled my plate first.
“What a gentleman.”
“You’re welcome.”
I was anxious for him to taste it, but confident too, because I had tested each step, and Nerin had stuffed herself with the portion I set aside for her.
“Did you like it?” I barely waited for him to chew before asking. Addicted to torturing me, he kept chewing slowly, fixing his eyes on mine without even the smallest reaction. “If your goal is to torture me, you’re succeeding.”
He swallowed and clicked his tongue.
“Congratulations. For someone who isn’t good with pots and pans, you did an excellent job.”
“Really?”
“I’d love to say it’s bad just to see that pout you make, but I’d be lying,” he admitted, taking another bite.
I puffed out my chest and tossed my hair back, proud of myself.
“I’ll expand my repertoire. Just wait.”
“Are you coveting Nerin’s job?” he asked teasingly.
“Of course not.” I picked up my own fork and tasted the full mixture, confirming it really was delicious. “I just want to spoil you a little,” I confessed.
“Oh, yeah?” He tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Why?”
“Believe it or not, I don’t have an answer for that little question.”
“Hm,” he murmured, returning his attention to his plate.
I almost stood up to do a little victory dance, but I hadn’t won that much.
Between my legs, my pussy wept with frustration.
Aldren needed to finish what he started.
“You know, you make my body feel things… different,” I confessed.
“Different?” He frowned.
“It’s… like, there’s no comparison with the other pleasures I’ve felt.”
Aldren stared at me with exasperation in his expression. Why was he getting irritated?
“Who touched you before me, Elowen?” he barked, dropping his fork. It clattered sharply against the plate.
“Uh…” Suddenly, I was afraid to answer.
“Speak. How many were there? Can you even count?”
“ALDREN!” I shouted, offended. “What do you think I am?”
“I asked you a question. Answer.”
Wait… Aldren was jealous of my past?
“I didn’t expect the man who owns a party called Lust to be so sexist.” My tongue was going to get me killed someday.
I challenged the lion in his own territory, poking the beast with a short stick, because he stood up so abruptly that his attitude stunned me.
He grabbed me by the sides of my waist, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, and looked at me with the fury of the gods before throwing me against the wall and pinning my arms above my head.
“I’m not a man, Elowen. I’m a fucking beast. Now answer, before I put you back in the cage.”
May the gods spare me from that!
“I had a hidden relationship… just one,” I confessed, breaking into a nervous coughing fit.
“And who was that bastard?”
His irises filled with gold, and my legs turned to jelly.
In that instant, he was the beast.
“Ansel…”
At my revelation, Aldren gave a perverse smile and released me, his eyes returning to deep green.
“You know him…?”
“Yes. He’s dead.”
“What?” I was caught off guard. “What do you mean? What happened to him?”