“I know…” Thrace’s eyes were on her, watching her reactions, no doubt judging what she was feeling, gauging how much she wanted to hear. “But just imagine what it would be like,” he murmured, pressing the phallus deeper into her. “Imagine looking down and seeing my cock sliding into your wet, open pussy…filling you…stretching you like this little thing can’t.” He nodded contemptuously at the heart’s blood phallus which was more than halfway inside her right now.
“Imagine the two of us being so close—imagine me inside you, my arms wrapped around you while you sat on my lap and lowered yourself down, taking me in…taking me at your own pace but taking me deep when you were ready. So fucking deep, baby. All…the way…to the end.”
As he spoke, Trin felt the head of the heart’s blood shaft kiss the mouth of her womb and she threw back her head and moaned, feeling her pussy contract around the hard shaft inside her.
“See how good it can feel?” Thrace murmured, his eyes never leaving her face. “Gods, look at your little pussy all stretched open around that shaft. Imagine if that was me, filling you up, getting ready to fuck you so deep…to come deep inside you.”
“Stop!” Trin gasped. “Oh, Goddess, you know…you know that’s so wrong.”
But if it was really so wrong, why did her body react so strongly to his hot, dirty words? Why did her hips roll up to meet him…why did her pleasure suddenly reach a peak and explode, making her cry out and ball her hands into fists as her toes curled and her back arched? Why did she come so hard, her pussy gripping the carved heart’s blood phallus and why did she wish so much that it had been Thrace’s shaft that made her come?
“That’s right, baby,” she heard him said in a low, hungry growl. “That’s right, come for me. Just let yourself go and come for me.”
Trin had no choice. She couldn’t stop herself—didn’t want to stop herself. She just wanted to ride the crest of pleasure as it washed her away and let her throbbing body explode in a rush of light as Thrace stroked her and talked to her. She just wanted to let go and come for him.
Chapter Twenty-four
At last the pleasure seemed to ease and Trin began to float slowly down from the intense orgasm she’d had. Still between her legs, Thrace watched her face for signs that she was coming back to herself.
Gods, she was beautiful when she came! He couldn’t help replaying the moment of her orgasm in his mind. The way her hands had fisted and her toes had curled—her back arching and her breathing coming in long, breathless moans. Her eyes squeezed shut and her full breasts heaving, her nipples tight points of desire as dark as ripe, luscious berries. And the sight of the heart’s blood phallus buried deep in her pussy—invading her, opening her in the way he wanted to do himself—was incredibly hot.
So hot that he had come himself at the same time, just from opening her and the slight friction of rubbing against the side of the sleeping platform as he watched her lose control. And as he came, he felt something inside himself changing—shifting irrevocably onto a new path.
He had reached what some Havoc called the Crux—the point of no return.
Coming together like that with her sweet honey still on his lips had been what tipped him over the edge, and Thrace knew it. The Crux was what all Havoc males feared and tried to avoid. The irrevocable commitment of mind, body, and soul to a female. It didn’t always happen when a Havoc broke his vow not to seek bonding with a female and gave his heart but when it did, it was undeniable and completely irreversible.
He’d thought he was lost before but now…now he really was. With the Crux reached, he was completely hers in every way. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to be sorry for it. He was more concerned about Trin.
He wondered if he had gone too far, speaking his fantasies aloud to her while she was on the brink of coming. And yet, his forbidden words hadn’t seemed to dampen her desire. If anything, it seemed she had come harder and faster once he started talking, started telling her what he wished he could do to her.
“Thrace?” Her soft voice drew his attention from the blood red phallus still inside her up to her face.
“Yes?” He looked up at her and saw an expression of uncertainty on her lovely features. “What’s wrong, baby?” he murmured.
“It’s still in me.” She nodded down at the phallus. “Can you…take it out?”
“Of course.” He slid the phallus out smoothly and laid it back on the velvet bag. Then, seeing that she needed reassurance, he got on the bed beside her and took her in his arms. “Everything okay?”
“Now it is.” She nuzzled against him, pressing her soft cheek to his chest and inhaling deeply, taking in his scent. “How do you always know just how to calm me down? How to make me feel good?” she murmured.
He wondered if he should tell her. Let her know what had happened just now—that he had reached the Crux when they came together.
“I’m attuned to you now,” he said, trying to keep it simple. “My body is in sync with yours. It knows what you need and strives to give it to you.”
“What does that mean…attuned?” Trin whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest again. He loved the feel of her in his arms—the way she curled against him so trustingly.
“It means, Mistress, that you’ve broken through my barriers,” he rumbled, looking down at her. “Though it is not the Havoc way, my body is preparing to bond with yours—to tie us together forever.”
“What? But in order to bond with me you’d have to—” Trin tried to push away from him but he wouldn’t let her.
“Take it easy, Trin. Yes, in order to bond with you I’d have to penetrate you and fill you with my seed. But you know I’m not going to do that. I’m just telling you what my body is preparing for. That doesn’t mean it’s going to get what it wants.”
He tried to keep his voice light—to not let her immediate anxiety about the idea of being bound to him hurt him. She doesn’t want to bond with any male, he reminded himself sternly. It’s not just you.
“But…you wouldn’t really want to do that to me, would you? I mean, physically, sure but not cognitively?” she asked, still looking panicked. “I mean, if what the slaver at the Flesh Bazaar said, that would half your lifetime and you don’t want that.”
“That’s not exactly how it works,” he said, frowning. “But no—I don’t want that. Not if you don’t.”
“You know how I feel about it,” Trin said quickly. “I agreed to let you use your…your tongue and fingers. And the phallus. Nothing else.”
“Nothing else,” Thrace echoed. “And that was what I did—I kept strictly to the rules you laid down, Mistress. I would never penetrate you if you were unwilling to be penetrated. I have sworn as much to you before.”
“All right. Well then…”
“I was simply telling you why I know how to comfort you…why I know what your body needs almost before you need it. It’s because my body is attuned to yours—ready to do anything necessary to make you mine.”
“And this just happened? I mean, the way your body…wants mine?” She sounded uncertain but not quite as frightened which was good.
Thrace sighed. “We call it the Crux—the point of no return. It’s been coming on for a while—I knew it but I couldn’t seem to stop it. Sucking your nipples last night and making you come, then holding you in my arms as we slept…all of that contributed. And now, licking you and touching you…tasting your honey right from the source…penetrating you with the shaft… All of that and watching you come made me so fucking hot that I came too. That last was probably the trigger.” He shook his head. “And now I know I’m lost.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, I’m yours, Mistress. I would do anything for you…and hold nothing back.”