CHAPTER 35
Frankie
I ’m suddenly self-conscious, aware of how disgusting I currently am. It’s been days since I’ve showered. I’m covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. My hair is greasy, I haven’t shaved since our fight, and I know I stink.
Zarreth sees me hesitate. Leaning against the wall, he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t make me wait.”
I forgot how demanding he can be, his command instantly turning me on, making me forget how gross I am.
I quickly remove my socks and boots, not feeling very sexy, but the outline of his erection encourages me to keep going. I pull my dirty tank top over my head and wiggle my hips, sliding my cargo pants down my legs, along with my underwear. Stepping out of my pants, I stand completely naked in front of him.
His eyes flicker between black and amber. “You’re fucking breathtaking,” he growls. “Turn around and grab your ankles.”
I do as he asks. I feel so vulnerable bent over like this with my ass in the air, face burning with embarrassment.
He takes his time circling me, running his hand over my back, stopping to squeeze my ass cheeks as he slightly pulls them apart. Humiliated, I try clenching them together, but he digs his fingers into my flesh, keeping me in place.
A warning rumbles low in his throat before his palm pulls away, only to quickly bring it down, smacking my ass. “Don’t hide from me. I love seeing you like this. Seeing what’s mine. Seeing what no one else will ever have.”
I feel myself getting wet as he studies me. Why does being exposed to him like this turn me on so much?
He sinks his teeth into my ass cheek, making me yelp. “Stand up.”
I quickly stand, turning around to face him. The fire burning in his eyes startles me. Their intensity makes me feel more exposed than I was a moment ago.
His nostrils flare as he tries maintaining his calm and collected demeanor. “Fuck it,” he says.
Letting go of his control, He grabs me behind my thighs, picking me up and slamming me against the wall. I wrap my legs around him, securing my ankles behind his back.
Gripping both my wrists in one hand, he holds them above my head as he plunges his warm tongue into my mouth. His other hand reaches into his pants, freeing his cock.
“I need you, Melita ,” he says before slamming himself deep inside me. Moving his hand to my neck, he holds me in place, violently bucking his hips. I try moving in sync with him, but he’s fucking me so hard, all I can do is take it.
He’s so deep, my cervix quivers each time he hits the back of it. It stings briefly before my muscles relax around him. Pressure builds within me as he continues pumping in and out. I don’t know how much more I can take as each thrust rips a scream from my throat. “Oh, God!”
Zarreth growls, “There are no gods here, little one, only demons.”
He sinks his teeth into my nipple, ecstasy rippling through me in waves. “Zarreth, I’m coming,” I scream as I come undone.
He moans loudly, coming inside me as we surrender completely to one another while he continues moving his hips. He doesn’t stop until the last wave of pleasure subsides.
Our hearts beat in unison as Zarreth turns us around. Pressing his back to the wall, he slides us to the ground so I’m sitting on his lap. Our kisses slowly becoming less urgent before he says, “You have no idea how much I needed this, Melita . I couldn’t wait a second longer to be inside of you again.”
Ha! I’m pretty sure I feel the same way. “You have no idea how much I needed this.” I argue.
“Neither of you have any idea how much I’m sick of waiting out here while Frankie’s screams act as a mating call to all the fucking creatures around here,” Ronin bellows from outside the cave. “You guys need to hurry the fuck up.”
Zarreth grins. “It won’t kill you to stay out there a little longer.”
Shit! I forgot about Ronin. I crawl off Zarreth’s lap and begin getting dressed as he pulls his pants up.
“I hate clothes,” Zarreth says. “When we get home, I’m burning every piece of clothing you have so you can stay permanently naked.”
Ronin walks in carrying a huge metal container, just as I pull my shirt over my head. “Shit, there’d be a path of dead bodies everywhere she went with as possessive as you are.”
Zarreth’s eyes narrow as he considers Ronin’s words. “Yeah, you’re right.” He turns to me. “I guess you can wear clothing outside the house,” he teases.
Ronin sets down the container with a heavy thud, the sound of metal clanking together. “While you two were getting reacquainted, I retrieved the weapons we’ve been collecting over the years.”
I remain where I am while Zarreth walks closer to Ronin, pretending to check out the weapons. I suddenly feel a little guilty for hogging Zarreth to myself, realizing they haven’t had any time together since he came to.
I watch quietly as they look at one another. Struggling to hold back their emotions, they finally pull each other into a tight embrace. It’s a hug that conveys an unspoken bond running deeper than words, hinting at a history only they share.
When they pull apart, Ronin quickly wipes his eyes. Looking away he says, “So, should we find a way out of here or what?”
My stomach sinks at the thought of leaving here without Nate. I haven’t had the courage to ask about him yet. Deep down inside, I know he’s gone. There’s a reason he’s not here, and I’m thankful no one has mentioned him yet, letting me keep it together long enough to hatch a plan to get us out of here.
Zarreth runs his hand over the back of my head. Looking at me tenderly as if he can read my mind, he nods.
I swallow down the lump in my throat before saying, “I’m ready to go home.”