Ink & Dagger (Sins of Eden #1)

24. Chapter XXIV

Chapter XXIV

Jaxon

B linking from beside her, I reappeared at the edge of the bed and scooped her up before setting her down in front of me.

I held her against my body, savoring the feel of her in my arms before she broke away and paced around the room to gather her clothes.

“You’re worse than Charlie. I’m fine, you know. Really,” she said with a soft laugh.

“Just let me help,” I chuckled, pulling her back to me.

Slowly pulling her shirt up, I dragged the tips of my fingers lightly against her stomach and breasts as I lifted it. Goosebumps broke out along her skin beneath my touch and she let out a sigh.

Had she never been taken care of properly?

I would never consider myself as a gentleman, but my partners deserved to be cared for. If all she had ever known were assholes like that Lycan and the vampire she fucked and I’d subsequently disposed of last year, then I already had my answer. She fucking deserved to be cherished and Hell’s Fire, I was going to take care of her in every way.

I swallowed down my anger as I took in the yellow bruises along her porcelain skin. How many fucking times had she almost died in one lifetime? She was like a cat, except this Witch seemed to never run out of lives. Thank Satan for that. I couldn’t imagine a world or a realm without Emily Cross in it.

I pushed those thoughts away as I caught the hem of her sleep shorts, hooking my thumbs under the strap of her thong before pulling them down and slowly dropping to my knees, tugging them down her legs as I placed kisses up her thighs. Her hands went into my hair and I looked up at her from my kneeling position.

“Do you like this, Sweet Witch? Do you enjoy knowing that you have the power to bring a Prince of Hell to his knees?” I rasped, blowing out a breath of magic against her cunt.

Only for you. Only you have the power to make me kneel.

Her whole body shivered and she moaned, gripping my hair tighter at the roots.

“I love it. I miss your horns though,” she said breathlessly, giving my hair a gentle tug. At her admission I instantly dropped my glamor for her.

“That’s better,” she whispered before delicately running her fingers up the curves of my horns.

My Sweet Witch, my Maritus, my Queen.

“Come with me, baby,” I whispered as I stood and took her hand.

Leading her to her bathroom, I turned on the water to the shower, allowing it to get warm as I kicked off my shoes. I stripped off my shirt and pushed my jeans and boxers down, before bending to pull them off my ankles and remove my socks.

I kept her in front of me as I led her into the shower, our bodies both relaxing as the heat of the water seeped into our bones. After being in a hospital for two weeks, I could only imagine that showers were small miracles of normalcy. I wanted to give that to her.

Reaching for the soap beside us, I grabbed the loofa resting on the shower caddy and rubbed the soap between my hands and the loofa, getting a good lather before gently gliding it across her back.

I brought it up and around her shoulders, admiring the detailed black and red flame inked wings that spanned across her shoulders blades. Scrubbing the soap against her skin, I trailed the loofa up over her shoulder and down across to both of her beautiful, full breasts, grazing the tips of my fingers against her nipples and the jeweled studs as I washed her. I wanted to kiss every inch of her skin and find every tattoo and freckle that covered her delicate flesh.

Trailing it lower past her navel, I washed her mound and ran my fingers through the slick folds of her pussy, making her moan softly. She backed up into me, brushing her plump ass against the heads of my aching cocks before she froze.

She shimmied again intentionally and looked up at me over her shoulder before turning to face me fully. Her jaw dropped and her breath caught in her throat as her eyes traveled down my body.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

Both cocks stood erect before her, their angry red heads dripping with beads of clear precum at the tips. Reaching out a tentative hand, she ran her fingers lightly along the underside of one of my shafts and I groaned at the sensation. Just the soft touch as she explored the barbells of my piercings felt fucking divine. She swallowed hard and looked up at me curiously.

“Demon, baby. I’m built for sin,” I hissed through my teeth as she tightened her fingers around me, trying to fist my cocks.

The tips of her fingers didn’t reach around fully, but the pressure felt fucking amazing. “Now, be a good girl so that I can finish washing you.”

Biting down on her lip, she drew it into her mouth, and used both hands to pump my cocks. A challenge laid in her eyes as she held my gaze.

“I’m warning you, Little Witch. I haven’t fucked in quite some time and I need to release my magic. If you keep that up, I’ll shove these dicks so far into those snug little holes of yours and fuck you so hard that you won’t move for a week without feeling me,” I growled before leaning forward to nip her earlobe between my teeth.

“Promises, promises, Brimstone,” she taunted breathlessly, squeezing her fists around the tips of my cocks.

Slamming my lips against hers, I shoved her roughly against the shower wall, taking care not to hurt her, and hoisted her up the length of my body. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I pinned her in place between myself and the wall as the hot water above us cascaded down our skin.

She ground herself against my cocks and I groaned into her mouth, parting her lips with my own, and tangling my tongue with hers.

Digging her long nails into my arms, she rubbed her hot pussy against the length of my cocks and moaned. The gold flecks in her green eyes practically glowed as the magic in my body seeped from my pores.

“You think you can take me, Sweet Witch? You think you can handle my cocks in your pretty little pussy?”

Desire hooded her eyes, but she maintained eye contact. “I think you can fuck me and find out,” she smirked.

Raising her up slightly, I held the base of one of my dicks and slowly sunk her down on my length, pinning the other between our bodies as her slick walls gripped me like a vice.

I’d give her both. Hell, I’d give her anything her heart and pussy wished for, but she’d have to be dripping to take both of my hard cocks at once.

“Fuuuck,” she whispered, closing her eyes and resting her head against the wall.

I lifted her up and slowly brought her back down, pumping up into her as she wrapped her arms around my neck. With her body wrapped tightly around me and her back flush against the wall, I was able to let go and brace my hands on the wall as I fucked up and into her slick heat.

I’d held back the force of my magic as best as I could this past year, but with my cock buried deep inside of her, I was starting to lose control.

“Oh, fuck, Jax. Yes,” she cried. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it, Little Witch,” I praised.

Looking down between us, I groaned at the sight of her grinding her clit against the base of my other cock, the barbells of my piercings rubbing back and forth against her hard little nub. Her desire coated my cock and dripped down my thighs as I thrust into her harder.

She was close.

Releasing a bit more magic, she squirmed and shimmied as I impaled her harder, deeper, until she screamed out in pleasure and her walls clamped down around me.

“Can you take more of me?” I asked, making her eyes pop open.

“More?” She whimpered.

Hoisting her up by her ass, I lined up both tips to her hole and pushed in slightly making her breath stutter out.

“Fuck, I’m too tight, Jax.”

I let her sink down a little more and a pained expression marred her beautiful face.

“Breathe through it, Sweet Witch. We’ll make it fit,” I whispered before pressing my lips against hers and pushing more lust into her.