ILLYRIAN PRIDE

CHAPTER 12

Devlon was sprawled over the bed, his large wings trapped beneath his powerful torso and arms. Sorcha eyed his wrists tied to the headboard.

"Ah." He sighed as she rode him.

She could feel him deep, he was so hard and her orgasm was fast approaching. The sounds he made were delicious. She'd never been with a male that was this vocal before. His moans made her blush.

Devlon shivered as she picked up the pace. Her nails dug slightly on his chest. His breath shuddered.

"Harder, baby." He rasped.

She moaned in response and circled her hips.

Devlon moved his legs restlessly, but the rope at his ankles held him in place.

He was utterly at her mercy, so vulnerable.

Sorcha saw the way he watched her, his mouth hanging open, his chest heaving.

She rode him harder until she saw stars.

He whimpered as she came. Sorcha remained atop him, with him still buried deep inside of her. She watched as he panted.

"You look so beautiful." She voiced her thoughts out loud.

Devlon blushed.

Sorcha felt a surge of emotion in her chest. Part of it was the bond demanding more of her. Of him.

The other part...

Sorcha got off of him, only to quickly make her way between his open legs.

Devlon's hazel eyes widened as she brought her lips to his cock. She licked him teasingly.

He groaned, "You're killing me."

Sorcha only smiled before she took him in her mouth.

He was right there on the edge, she could see it in the way he'd fisted his fingers. And the way he kept squirming, rubbing his splayed wings on the mattress.

Sorcha took him deeper until he was moaning loudly.

She knew him well enough now to know that the moment he fell silent, his lips parted in ecstasy. That was when he was about to come.

He looked so pretty like that.

But before the pleasure could overtake him, Sorcha pulled away.

Devlon whimpered again. "Sorcha."

"Ask me nicely, lord."

Devlon swallowed, her eyes tracked the movement of his throat.

His gaze was intense as he raised his eyes to hers. Devlon said, "Please let me come, my mate."

Her heart stumbled.

He'd never called her that before.

And the way he'd said it; there was such emotion in his voice.

Sorcha climbed on top of him again, sliding onto him. Devlon hissed, he was pretty sensitive. And so was she.

"Sorcha-"

She moved agonizingly slow. He never protested.

He shut his eyes tightly, his gasps coming quicker with every drag of him inside her.

Sorcha watched him fall apart. He shuddered as he reached his pleasure, his mouth parted. She leaned over and kissed him lightly when it was over.

The ropes fell away by a quick pull of her fingers. She nestled beside him.

The moment Devlon was free she was on her back.

Sorcha looked up, surprised.

Devlon pulled her thighs apart, his gaze tracking the movement of his desire leaking out of her. He pushed two fingers into her.

Sorcha gasped at the sensation of his fingers. She had been terribly wet, and filled by him just moments ago. The sounds that echoed around them were incredibly erotic.

Her orgasm shattered her. She'd barely caught her breath when he entered her again.

"Devlon-"

He kissed away her question, "There is never a moment in the day when I do not want to fuck you."

She held onto him tightly as he fucked into her. As slow as she'd rode, he fucked her equally slowly. She felt release gather at her spine.

"Devlon," she rasped, "I'm-"

"I know, little brat." He told her lovingly. She came again. And he followed soon after.

Eventually, they untangled. She rested her head on his chest, his wing covering her bare spine. The end of the membrane tickling her shin.

There was a question burning on the tip of her tongue. But the Blood Rite was to be tomorrow and she needed rest.

As if a Deamati himself, Devlon kissed her hair softly, "Sleep, you need to rest for tomorrow."

A new day dawned, and brought the Blood Rite with it.