33. Thirty-three
Thirty-three
Arne
G oing after Max wasn’t an option. We’d talked about it and decided we’d spend the night in our own homes. I hated it and texted him as soon as I got home.
Arne: Tell me, my sweet raven
Arne: Can you fly in your other form?
The three little dots indicating that he was typing appeared almost immediately.
Max: I can
Max: Want me to record myself?
Arne: don’t give me ideas, baby
Arne: I want to fall asleep with you…
Max typed for an age. Then only one brief message came through.
Max: Turn off the lights and leave the terrace door open.
I waited with bated breath, eventually walking around the room to get rid of my pent up energy.
A flapping sound behind me made me spin on the spot.
He was halfway through transforming into the terrifyingly beautiful shadowy creature but didn’t stop there. His swirling outline solidified as he strode across the room to where I stood, turning into the man I knew with each step.
The man with the equally terrifying face, way too perfect to be human, glossy curls, and feathers as dark as the night sky covering almost every inch from his neck down to his scaly feet.
All this registered with me in a fraction of a second, but time slowed down. I had no idea if it was his magic or my infatuation with him that made me watch him move in slow motion towards me. His eyes were alight with lust and his cock hard as nails.
Oh my God, he’s so hot.
Then he was before me, taking hold of my face and slamming his mouth onto mine.
Without letting go of my lips, he ripped my sweatpants and boxers off.
Within mere moments after he’d arrived, Max had me on the bed, desperate for his cock. I was still sore. I thought my ass would forever feel the imprint of him, but he always had me craving more.
“Raven, get the fucking lube now,” I groaned, tossing my head from left to right on the mattress.
“You want me in that sweet ass of yours again?” he asked me in a silky voice, enveloping my earlobe with his tongue. He knew it drove me wild when he sucked on it.
“Baby, yes! Don’t make me beg, please,” I whimpered, fully aware that I was, in fact, already begging for his cock.
“I won’t.”
His breath brushed against my wet skin, making me shudder under him. Max hummed, the sound travelling through my body and my mind. This man, he didn’t just turn me on physically, but good Lord, my brain wanted under his skin, inside his head.
He opened the drawer and fumbled with the lube bottle before he was back. Max squeezed the lube on his fingers, warming it up for me.
Within seconds, he had me whimpering under his touch. His fingers slicked my hole, teasing me open.
“You’re so fucking tight, Viking,” he growled into the side of my neck, as he started to fingerfuck me.
The lewd wet sounds did my head in.
“Oh my God, Max!” I groaned, not caring that I sounded like a whiny bitch. “I need you in me, please.”
Something in him snapped. He dropped the lube on my stomach in his haste to get some on his cock.
“Sorry! Shit.” His hands shook so much that he couldn’t get it.
“Baby? Are you okay? We don’t have to if you—”
His gaze snapped up so abruptly that I flinched.
Holy shit.
Darkness swirled in his eyes, the shadows spilling over and curling around him like a cocoon. Through the hazy swirls, his face morphed into a terrifying bird-like beak and feathers sprouted all over his smooth skin.
“Fuck—I,” he groaned as if in pain.
“Max! It’s okay, don’t fight it.” I didn’t know what made me say it, but he stilled, head turned so his beady eye could see me. I sat up, reaching out a hand to stroke his cheek. His face twitched, making me freeze for a moment.
He won’t hurt me.
“Hey, Raven,” I whispered, letting my fingertips trail over the smooth feathers. “God, you’re stunning.”
He inhaled, the shadows intensifying and sneaking around my neck, my back, my limbs.
“That’s it, touch me. Do you still want to fuck me?”
A desperate whining growl sounded in his chest, his clawed hands flexing and unflexing.
“Because I still want you.”
His true form didn’t repulse me.
It’s him I want. However he may look.
Max shifted his knees wider. His hard, drooling cock left a trail of wetness on my thigh.
Damn, he was massive in this form, the bumps on his length popping.
I wanted him in me so badly—knew it would feel so fucking good to bounce on this ribbed length.
“Come on, Raven.” I took the bottle of lube, squeezed some out, and spread it over him. “Don’t make me wait.”
Taking a deep breath, he gripped me and impaled me on his cock.
I cursed when my ass slapped on his thighs, feeling every inch of him in my body. With one hand under my ass, he lifted me up and let me sink back down. The other hand gripped the longer strands of hair at the top of my head, dragging me back.
My survival instincts abandoned ship. I moaned with need when he exposed my neck to his sharp beak.
I have no iota of self preservation in my body.
Holding on for dear life, I let him use me as a cocksleeve.
Max didn’t speak. He snarled and grunted in that deep voice that got me so close to falling as he pounded into me, eventually pulling me to his chest by the hair.
He wants to kiss me.
I covered his beak in a thousand tiny pecks, suddenly overcome with emotions.
“Oh fuck!” Crying out, I dug my hands into his shoulders, taking fistfuls of his feathers as the barrier in my head fell, and I felt… everything. Myself, my body, but also his. Muscles screamed in pain and blinding pleasure carried me to heights unknown.
“Max, Yndling!” I cried out, the endearment coming out on a sob. “Do you feel it, too? What is that?”
Max growled, holding me in place as he plunged his cock inside me as if in a frenzy.
“You belong to me now.” Tears suddenly burst from his eyes, trickling down his feathered cheeks and splashing onto my chest. “You are mine.”
Without fully understanding what was happening, the depth of his feelings enveloped me like his shadows, dragging me under.
“I feel it all.” Halfway through the sentence his voice changed, and so did his face. The beak turned back into his elegant nose and the symmetrical lips. Only his eyes stayed the same, black and beady like that of a bird.
I hadn’t fully realised how close I was, but the moment his mouth was on mine, tongue licking between my lips, my whole body curled in on itself, like matter drawing into a black hole.
Teeth clashing and tongues tangling around our sharp breaths, I came all over his abs in long and pulsing spurts, painting his feathers with my cum.
Max joined me a frantic heartbeat later, his cock thickening impossibly hard inside me before his release began. Copious amounts of his warm cum filled me up as he bred my hole. I felt the climax in my bones.
He lowered himself on the bed, taking me with him until I lay stretched out on top of him. He spread his hands protectively over my back.
I pressed my ear against Max’s sweaty chest, listening to his hammering heart. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
“What happened?” I asked him after a long silence.
I rose and fell with his deep sigh, the heaviness dropping over me like a cloud.
“Baby, it’s okay. Don’t be sad, yeah?”
I raised myself up to a sitting position, his dick still inside me.
“Max!” He flinched, jostling his cock. We both hissed. “Damn, don’t move for a minute, okay?” My ass hurt.
Damn, I’ll feel his enormous dick for days.
“Poor thing,” he crooned, hands palming my ass and squeezing me. “I’m sorry you’re sore. Move around so I can kiss it better?”
It took me a moment to get what he meant.
“Are you suggesting what I think?”
He cocked a sleek black eyebrow at me, then lifted me off his chest and easily moved me around, arranging my limbs until I knelt on the bed, head resting on my crossed arms.
Max hummed. “Mm, still desperate after having your ass pounded. That’s why I love you.” His hands spread my cheeks, and a soft groan sounded from both of us when more of his release left my body. It slid down my taint and over my nuts. “My sweet little slut. Damn, that hole looks pretty when it’s leaking my cum.”
Fuck! My dick gave a little throb.
“You’re perfect, Arne.”
God, he’s either delusional or just being kind.
“Neither. I’m in love.” With that, he buried his face in my ass. The feel of his warm mouth over my hole robbed me of the ability to speak or think. All I could do was hold on and enjoy the ride.
By the time he was finished with me, Max had wrung a whole-body orgasm from me. Cum ran down my abs and drenched the sheets under me, and I collapsed into the wet spot.
Don’t give a fuck.
“What was that?” I asked him again in a whisper when he finally lay down next to me, pulling me closer.
I didn’t need to see his face to know he was upset.
“Baby, it’s okay. We’re good. So good.” I pressed my lips to his sweaty feathers.
“The mate bond.” Max’s voice sounded grave, as if he had prepared for me to run away at his words.
“Oh my God!” My limbs felt like lead, but somehow I dragged my slack body off the bed to look at him properly. “Are you serious?” I probed at the tender spot inside me where this new feeling sat.
“I am,” he told me in a stilted tone.
“Do you hate it?” Damn, I sounded wobbly and upset. I felt like it, too.
“What?” my Raven sat up, too, hands gripping my shoulders. “I don’t hate the bond or you. Never. I just…I’m sorry. I should have been more careful, this…”
“Baby, look at me.”
His dark eyes met mine. It cost him more than I expected.
“I promise you, I didn’t know how to establish a bond. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. Damn it, Raven. You are mine, with or without the mate bond. And I’m not sad about it. It feels great, and I love this. I love you.”
You’re rambling, Arne!
“Guess you’re stuck with me now.”
There was no turning back if Nate was right. He’d told me about his and Vee’s mate bond—in painful detail—while out drinking one time. Once forged, the mate bond stayed in place until you died.
This is forever. Damn, does he have second thoughts?
“Oh, no, Princess. Don’t even think that.” Max gave me a stern look. “I regret nothing, ever , where you are concerned.” He stroked my cheek, trailing his fingers down to cup my jaw.
“What is it, then?” I whispered, not trusting my voice as the confused feelings swirled through my mind unfiltered.
Is this how he feels?
I focused on the one I recognised. It was fluid and warm, like a warm shower. Like his kisses. I imagined taking hold of it so we’d be connected.
“Thank you, Princess,” he whispered. “Yes, you are right. This is the most important feeling. You are human, though, not like me. I was just thinking about what would happen if you didn’t want the bond anymore.”
“Oh, Raven. You aren’t getting out of this one. And you know me. Whatever I do, I do with all of my heart, and my heart wants you .”
Parting ways with him after this was hard. I yearned for him as soon as he’d left.
Max: I miss you, too
Max: let’s be strong together
Max: the next months will fly by and we won’t have to hide anymore
Max: we can do this
He’s telling himself as much as me.
Arne: I love you so much
Arne: we can do this and it’ll all be worth it
Arne: I’d wait eighty years to be with you