King Cave (Page 36)
Ezra didn’t relent.
He began thrusting into me with remorseless pleasure in mind. He didn’t start slowly or gently as his ministrations had been the previous time, once my wolf had left, or even as his fingers and mouth had taken me. Instead, Ezra wrapped one arm behind me, holding my nape, his other hand moving to hold my ass as he drove into me, again and again, his fierce features hovering directly in front of mine. This was an unapologetic, dominant taking. Our shouts and panting breaths fanned over each other’s cheeks as our powers zapped the air, neither one of us taking our eyes away from the almost pained expressions of ecstasy riding each other’s flushed features, wanting to watch.
Ezra roared in my face, his fangs fully bared, and banged his forehead against mine, pressing my head back against the wall and holding me severely as he slammed his c**k repeatedly into my drenched channel. I screamed in answer, the pads of my fingers gripping the glossy tiles as I thrust my hips back, riding his c**k just as violently. His lips hovered over mine, breathing in great pants of air, as his thrusts became more urgent.
“Ezra…Ezra. Baby, please.”
He slanted his hips, pressing against my clit with each increasing drive.
I nodded jerkily, beautiful tension intensifying and flaring to my stomach and clenching along my nerves. “Just a little…more.” I choked, fervor shooting through my limbs, my mind shutting down in a blaze. My mouth opened wide on a scream as I convulsed against him.
He shouted against my lips, his grip bruising and his thrusts frantic, before driving into me ruthlessly. My thrumming channel spasmed against his c**k as his cum shot in scalding pulses inside me, another shudder racking my frame at the intimate sensation. His glowing eyes were all I saw as I floated inside a physical cloud of erotic sensory. Our bodies trembled against each other in our pleasure, only gradually falling from our sated high.
Ezra’s body unclenched little by little, leaning heavily against mine as I went limp inside his hold. Foreheads still touching, he blinked lazily with a breathlessly muttered order, “We are not stopping this any time soon.”
“Agreed,” I barley breathed, my voice hoarse. I patted his back listlessly where my hands now rested over his shoulders. “We’re kind of good at this together.”
He snorted, and it sounded like half a rumble. “Kind of isn’t the correct definition.”
“Fine,” I muttered, my ankles uncrossing behind his back as he began to lower me to my feet. “Phenomenal. Incredible. Miraculous.” Wobbling on my feet, I was pleased to see he was in the same state as he pressed a bracing hand on the wall. “Is that better?”
“A little.” He arched his back, stretching, and I couldn’t help but watch his muscles play under his glistening mocha skin. He noticed, and a peaceful smile lifted his sated features, making him appear younger than he was. I lifted on tiptoe, and he bent at the waist, obliging me as I cupped his cheeks and softly brushed my lips against his, before I reached behind him for the shampoo. Holding it in front of his face, I muttered, “I’m hungry.” My stomach growled not so quietly, proving my claim. “Time to actually shower, then we can get something to eat.”
Chapter Seven
Strolling through the living quarters and the twisting hallways on our trek to the dining hall, Ezra and I glanced at each other. Everyone was watching us warily — or flat out staring — more than likely hoping for another sparring match like we had been having all week. Funny how I hadn’t noticed their glances through the actual week, but now that I was relaxed to the point of passing out as soon as my belly was full, I definitely took notice.
Ezra’s eyebrows furrowed. “I guess we were that bad.”
“Huh,” I mumbled absently, right before we walked into the dining hall. It was full of people eating lunch. Like a record scratching, the noise turned off, and everyone’s attention swung in our direction in a crashing wave across the room. We both halted inside the door at the instant attention. They stared. I blinked, then whispered, “Not that damn bad.”
“Apparently, we were,” Ezra mumbled quietly, heading for the line at the buffet.
I quickly followed, allowing my hair to fall across the side of my face, using it as a shield.
Conversation sluggishly went back into full swing when Ezra and I stood next to each other without coming to verbal blows, although everyone kept peeking covertly our way, as if they were just waiting for a detonation.
Ezra glanced at me as we loaded our plates, both of us starving. A small smile graced his generous mouth, a soft chuckle escaping with it. I snickered right along with him. It was kind of amusing. Hell, if you couldn’t find the humor in life’s quirks, life would be damn boring.
Scouting a table at the edge of the crowd, we sat next to each other, both of us placing our backs to the wall out of habit. Unperturbed, we began eating from our piled-high plates. Ezra had grabbed a few items I loved, and I had grabbed a few I knew he prized when his plate had been too full. We sat in companionable quiet, every once in a while taking an item off each other’s plate, enjoying our meal.
Noshing our goods, Ezra took a bite of something that was definitely questionable. His face instantly puckered, his nose crinkling. I laughed at his expression, and in retaliation he tossed a bit of it into my wide open mouth. My snickering abruptly cut off, my own face wrinkling as a definite taste of fish — and maybe cheese — wrapped my taste buds in revulsion. Then it was his turn to hoot while I held my nose, swallowing it down.
“Not funny,” I muttered, smacking my tongue on the top of my mouth.
“Here.” He handed my Coke to me, his chuckle rumbling deep.
After rapidly grabbing it, I started chugging the refreshing liquid, only belatedly realizing it was abnormally quiet around us. Glancing past the rim of my cup, I noticed almost everyone was staring, their jaws gaping. I almost choked on my drink, but I set it down delicately, still feeling mighty peaceful, no one’s staring going to ruin my mood. Turning my attention to Ezra, I wore a mischievous smile. “Maybe we should start a fake fight.”
He sniggered, his eyes darting to the gawkers. He grinned down at his plate before scooting it away, shrugging, and pushing his chair back to put his boots up on the table in an unperturbed position. After grabbing his coffee from the table, he sipped it before peering at me, rumbling, “They’ll get used to it.”
I snorted, my eyes skimming the crowd as I continued eating. There were many Mysticals here. After the news had broken through the masses about hybrids creating Beasts, the Mysticals had become even more separated. After lifting a fry, I munched on it and decided you could cut the room in fourths by Mystical factions. Vampires were to the far back right, Mages to the far back left, Elementals to the direct right, and Shifters to the direct left. Still, even though the situation had only become worse behind the scenes, I knew that if war truly broke out between Com and Mys, none of them would give a flying f**k if they were fighting beside a member of a fellow faction or of another.