I wasn't going to last long despite the fact she was actively trying to snap my cock in half. The fierce climax blazed down my spine and through every single part of my body, locking my sweat-slick limbs taut. My breathing hitched and I battled against the waves of dizziness to stare through low lids at Nelle's wicked mean scowl and those perfect, perfect lips. Fuck it. I thrust a hand forward, grabbed a fistful of lacy fabric, and yanked her forward. She gave a startled gasp, her eyes flaring wide. I smashed my mouth to hers and took advantage of her parted lips to plunge my tongue inside and lick up against hers.

Holy hellsgate, so fucking good!

I kissed her. Furious. Swift. Sipping on her sweet golden sunshine.

My balls tightened. My cock pulsed. And my mind darkened, falling inward like a collapsing star as the orgasm exploded like a supernova. My hips jerked and bucked and I shoved Nelle free as a delicious shudder jarred my bones and a low, throaty grunt escaped from my chest.

Nelle rocked back, tipped forward, her head bowing—

I blew my fucking load like Vesuvius—

Cum sprayed between us—

And a screech of pain tore apart the air.

It wasn't me.

It was Nelle.

I flopped straight-backed onto the mattress, my body sagging and cock sighing in relief as aftershocks twitched through my limbs and rendered me useless.

Catching my breath, I slowly became aware Nelle had stumbled from my lap. I tucked my softening cock beneath my boxer briefs before levering up by my elbows. Pushing the hanks of hair out of my eyes with a forearm, I blinked, squinting at her in bewilderment. She was bent forward, jittering on the spot and flapping her hands around her face. Her shrill, "Oooooow!" pierced the tower.

I stiffened.

Nelle jack-knifed straight. The lashes of her right eye were stickily stuck shut and fat tears streamed down her flustered cheeks. "Ow, ow, oooooow! It burns!"

Holy hellsgate!

Belatedly, I realized I'd hit her right in the eye.

I leaped from the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." In a burst of speed, I scooped Nelle into my arms and dashed to the bathroom, setting her in front of the vanity. Leaning around her slight figure, I twisted the cold water faucet on, and water splashed from the tap. Spreading a hand over the back of her skull, I shoved her head unceremoniously into the basin.

"You fucking prick!" she shrieked, as she angled her glued eye into the stream of water, rinsing the jizz out.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Hells no, it wasn't as if I'd aimed to hit her in the eye.

With an irritated growl, she straightened, spinning around to face me. Rivulets of water dribbled down her face and neck, plastering the front of her dress to her chest.

Soft fibers tugged against my calloused palm when I grabbed hold of the hand towel from the hook, offering it to her. "You shouldn't have given me a Hate-Handjob," I grumbled, poking my bottom lip out a fraction as I shifted from foot to foot. "You almost snapped it off."

"I fucking wish I had!" she snarled, roughly snatching the hand towel from my hand. She glared through one eye while dabbing the other bloodshot one with the towel. "Your godsdamned jizz felt like acid burning my eyeball!" she yelled, jabbing a finger toward her eye, before hissing, "I thought I was going to lose my sight for good! I thought I was going to be blind!"

I reached out to help her. "Don't you dare!" She lunged, seething. The hand towel whipped out. I stumbled back, flinging my arms up against her wild strike, and quickly scrambled from the bathroom with her chasing after me.

Fucking hellsgate!

When I'd spun around in my rooms to face her, I found Nelle had come to a standstill within the threshold of the bathroom, a dark storm gathered in her eyes. She quivered, fists clenched at her sides, a tiny pocket-sized hurricane of furious temper. Her nostrils flared and jaw locked tight, and she looked like she wanted to snap every single bone in my fucking body.

I licked my lips nervously, very nearly jittering, as my eyes slid sidelong to our quarter's door, wondering if I should just make a run for it. When my gaze whipped back, I realized Nelle's gaze was fixated on my mouth. A war raged across her honeyed features—want and denial. I felt as if I were standing amidst a squalling tempest, black rain lashing my body with wrath and lust, and the burn of it made me weak as hells for her.

She loosened a strangled roar of fury and pounced.

I was knocked off balance and we tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

Her tiny hands clapped around my cheekbones and she kissed me.

Ardent. Fierce. Greedy. Her tongue savaged my mouth as if she was trying to choke me to death.

Sage yelped as Nelle and I rolled across the carpet, our lips fused together in a dirty kiss. Clacking teeth. Wet sucking lips. Thrusting tongues. The wraith-wolf skittered from side to side, uncertain of what to do. Then he fled, a scurry of paws across the floor before he disappeared out onto the balcony.

We fought and kissed as if we were drowning within a roiling ocean, trying to steal the breath from the other like two desperate thieves. Tumbling across shredded clothes littering the carpet like dirty snow. Bumping into a bookshelf to spill novels in a rain of paper. Our hands were all over each other, limbs wound tightly like smothering ivy, mouths hot and needy, as we rolled and tussled. Our heavy crash into the couch had cushions bouncing and sliding down leather. The jarring collision with the dining table made a chair tip over with a rattling thunk. A reading lamp pitched over with a creaking thud.

Intense pleasure obliterated my mind when her hot tongue dragged up my throat, a nip of teeth on my chin, a sensual lick across my lips before pushing inside. A moment later, I winced as she snarled and bit the inside of my lower lip. I pinned her wrists to the floor beside her head and she fought back, struggling to sink her fingernails into my flesh in her need to master me. She writhed and I nearly lost my fucking mind in the maelstrom of sparkling hyper-awareness of her squirming, lithe body beneath mine. She growled and I gorged on it, smothering it with a filthy kiss.

When we finally parted to come up for air, our lips were kiss-swollen and glistening. I pushed up to stand on my knees. Nelle had ended up on her back and I straddled her thighs, our twin-heartbeat rapping at a rapturous pace. We were mussed, our hair sticking up all over the place, and the sleeve of her dress was torn. Scratches tingled my skin where she'd raked her nails, my mouth throbbed from her bite, and my scalp stung from her fingers tearing at my hair. But hells it felt good, I felt alive.

Nelle glowered up at me as she wiggled on the carpet. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched her hitch up her skirt and push her panties down, using the heel of a foot to tug them off and kick them away.

Holy shit.

A second later she half-rose up to clamp a hand around my forearm. She yanked me forward. My hand slapped the floor beside her head to brace my upper body which hovered above hers. She laced her fingers across the crown of my head and she tried to shove me down.

Huh?

"Wha—"

"Your mouth is good for one thing only, Crowther," she shot back. I struggled against the force of her hands and she jostled, trying to push my head down her body. "So get to it. You got off. Now it's my turn." She cuffed my ear with the flat of her palm. "Hurry up!"

Fuck, yes. Angry oral sex!

But fucked if I was going to let her win this battle.

I pushed off the floor to rock back on my heels, preparing to nudge her legs apart and kneel between her thighs. But Nelle kicked a foot out, fast. Her dainty toes tucked beneath my chin and she angled my head back. I glared down my nose at her. "You'd better make it really good for me," she hissed, her fingers bunching into threatening fists.

I'd had enough of her demands and orders and messing with me at every opportunity she could. I grabbed hold of her ankle, and in a quick, deft move, I lurched back and used the leverage on her leg to flip her onto her stomach. Nelle gave a squeak of startlement. I loomed over top, fisting a handful of her silky mane to arch her neck as I lowered myself to press my full weight onto her back and pin her beneath me. She struggled futilely. I growled gruffly into her ear, "I'll get you off little bird in my own fucking time."

"No, now!" she roared in outrage, kicking her tiny feet in a temper tantrum and slapping a palm rapidly on the floor. "Now, Crowther! Fucking now!"

I hooked a hand around her midriff, jerked back to my knees, and hoisted her ass up. I spanked her in between each word. "WHEN. I. FEEL. LIKE. IT!"

"YOU BOSSY BASTARD!"

The heated sting of her flesh was soothed when I gripped her narrow waist and ground my erection between her ass cheeks. My eyes fell shut as my head tipped back and I let out a rumbling groan at the feel of her. It didn't matter that I'd come only five minutes ago, I was iron-hard and ready to go again. I didn't think I'd ever stop wanting her this way.

I leaned forward to nuzzle through her wild locks to rake an open-mouthed kiss up the side of her neck and tongue her ear until her huffs of anger turned to throaty growls, turning to husky moans, until she was rocking back against me, grinding sweetly against my cock.

Slipping a hand to her slick entrance I sank two fingers into her pussy, biting my lip at the tight, wet feel of her. "You're embarrassingly drenched. Practically dripping off my fingers," I hissed, relishing her whimper when I nibbled the shell of her ear.

I withdrew my fingers to find the spot that would bend her to my will and rubbed her swollen clit, coaxing a sultry moan. A low whine. A melodic hum. Pulling back, I flipped her to her back. I parted her legs wide and stretched my body flat upon the carpet. Hooking my arms around the back of her thighs, I framed her pussy with my hands to open her up like a glistening pink flower. A groan climbed up my throat. Finally, fucking finally, I was exactly where I belonged, right between her thighs. Flattening my tongue, I licked from the bottom of her slit right to clit and then latched and sucked on it like it was going to be my last taste of her.

Her hips bucked as she choked out a cry, and I pinned her to the floor. Pale hair fluttered, flicking this way and that as Nelle tossed her head from side to side, crying, "Oh my gods..." when I kissed and suckled my way down the soaking ridges of her sex and plunged my tongue inside her core.

We moaned at the same time.

My fingers tightened on her soft flesh. My abs clenched. My cock hungered to be buried between her thighs. The mind-melting pleasure of wrestling my tongue deep inside her heated my blood. I groaned at the exquisite feel of her pussy and the succulent taste of her arousal seeping across my tongue. I'd missed sliding my mouth along her soft folds, flicking her aching clit with the tip of my tongue, and watching those desire-hazed eyes of hers burn with craving. She gasped out her demand, "Faster. More." To spite her, I pulled away a fraction. Dark triumph collided with the arousal blitzing through my veins, as she rolled her hips upward. I held my tongue still and let her fuck herself, reveling in the nudge of her hips as she chased my tongue.

Half a minute later she caught on. With an irritated snarl of "Bastard!" she shoved her fingers roughly through my hair, clenching roughly at the roots. She angled a thigh to give me better access and pushed my face in deeper, forcing my mouth wherever she wanted me to go. But I jerked back and instead thrust two fingers into her pussy, adding a third, because, "You're not full of me enough!"

She half groaned half growled at the feel of the stretch, the rub of my curled fingertips against her velvety walls. "There, there, there...hells yes, there... Don't stop!" she cried.

I clamped my mouth around her throbbing clit and sucked hard. Her thighs shook as the climax burst violently from her clit to arrow straight through her core. Her intimate walls pulsed, rippled, and gripped my tongue in a fist. She came magnificently. My scalp stung as her tiny fingers wrenched at my hair, her back bowing off the ground and the tower filling with a shrill shriek.

I lapped at her—gentle, soft strokes as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her limbs quivering. Finally, her chest heaving for breath, she went slack and her hands fell away. "Oh my gods..."

I pitched over, flopping onto my back, and the both of us lay spread out on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch our breaths. Rays of golden light streamed into my quarters promising a warm day. I threaded my hands through my hair, exhilarated, wondering what the fuck had just happened. Could it happen again? Would there be more?

I rolled toward Nelle, a stupid grin plastered over my mouth. "I—"

She scowled, reached for a cushion, and went to hit me in the face with it. "Shut up, Crowther."

Shit. Fuck.

I lashed out and sent the cushion spinning across the room.

Sage whined. He peeked around the corner from his refuge on the balcony.

Nelle rose and scooped up her discarded panties. She plucked at her dress, her nose scrunching at the creamy stickiness splattered over the fabric. "Gross." She shot a dark glare at me as if I was the one responsible.

I hitched a shoulder. I mean, I guess I was.

She pivoted on a heel and stomped to her bedroom.

A minute later she'd changed into a fresh dress and re-entered the room. I propped my upper body up by my forearms and frowned at her black oversized dress. It was a color I'd never seen her wear. Nelle didn't even spare me a glance as she stalked to the door, clicking her fingers. Sage trotted past to catch up with her.

My frown deepened. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere you aren't!" she tossed over a shoulder. A second later the door slammed behind her.

I scrubbed my face, sighing wearily yet feeling rejuvenated too. In the background, the sound of chaos had become slightly more distant as the hunt for Nelle's bloodthirsty Brunnie had entered the Keep. Pushing to my feet, I glanced down at my chest smeared with the residue of cum. It was time to shower and then meet Mela at the catacombs beneath Ascendria.