Broken Souls (Book of Shadows)

Forty-Two

Forty-Two

HER

Varius hauls me to him, and his lips descend on mine. Hot and wild, it’s not the kiss of a man who doesn’t give a shit about his bride. It’s a kiss of passion and desperation, a primal need to have me as his. To mark his claim for all to see.

By the time he pulls away, my knees are weak, my lips are far too sensitive, and my heart is raw and loud inside my head. A pen is shoved into my hand. I blindly sign the registrar, and then he’s pulling me down the aisle as the crowd cheers on either side of us.

He walks quickly, and I stumble to keep up with him, my awkwardness hidden under the white puffy skirt of my dress.

I glance over at him. At the sight of his erection, my pulse kicks up a notch. As soon as we reach the house, he pulls me inside rather than continuing to the reception area that’s been set up in the backyard. He shuts the door behind us, pivots, and pins me against it.

“Let me kiss you, Micha,” he says as he looks down at me. My pussy clenches with a hel yes. The blood bond runs through me, urging me on.

But the words are trapped in my throat. I’m still in so much pain over what he’s done to me.

He bends down so his head is level with mine. He leans in, his breath feathering across my ear and neck. He doesn’t touch me. Doesn’t go that last sixteenth of an inch so our skin can brush against each other, sparking an explosion of electricity. The hairs on my neck rise. The nerves all down that side of my face tingle. Electrified air making it hard to breathe.

“Let me touch you, baby,” he pleads, his voice cracking, pure desperation and desire flowing through our bond. At this rate, I won’t be able to feel him at all tomorrow. The strength of his emotions will consume every last drop of his blood inside of me as the bond tries its best to get me to give me.

“Let me worship your body like you deserve…” He trails off as he blows a gentle breath across my ear. I shiver, and he moves his lips down, still blowing against my skin. He runs a trail down my throat to the base of my neck, then across my naked shoulder. My strapless dress doesn’t get in the way, doesn’t offer any sort of protection at all.

I suck in a breath (or is it a moan?) as my head tilts ever so slightly to the side, giving him more access. I stiffen near instantly, fighting it.

He groans. There’s no mistaking the meaning of the deep growl reverberating inside his chest and out past his lips. “My cock is so fucking hard for you, baby,” he says as he keeps his lips just off my neck. They’re so close though, I can feel them touching the fine hairs there. My magicless hands clench in the fabric of my dress. I let out a shaky breath, and he moves his head to intercept it, his lips now a paper’s width from mine.

“I need to kiss you, Micha. I’m begging you to let me kiss you.”

“Begging means you’re down on your knees.”

My eyes widen as I realize what I just said. My cheeks heat in embarrassment, but he just drops to his knees and looks up at me with eyes that are way too intense.

“Let me kiss you, Micha. Please.” His words are ragged and raw and needy.

My heart pounds in my throat as I’m caught up in the stare of his gaze. It consumes me, sucking me into all the wicked memories my body remembers. I can’t speak.

But I do nod.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as he grabs my skirt in both hands and starts to lift. “Thank you.”

I cry out as he pulls my underwear to the side and kisses me. I’ve shaved in my anger, knowing he doesn’t like that, but he doesn’t complain about it. His mouth is too full to speak now anyway, his lips pressed against mine as his tongue slides between them.

I squeeze my fists tight as my knees grow weak. It’s been too long since I’ve been touched like this, especially after having had it multiple times a day for the past four months. My body is craving it. The bond is demanding it.

Giving in, I rock my hips up. One hand finds its way into his hair. Moaning, I rub my pussy on his face. But I’m only fucking him; I’m not forgiving him.

If I can come while being raped without it meaning shit, then I can sure as hel use him without it meaning shit.

Fuck the blood bond wanting intimacy. All I want is a release.

He kisses me more confidently, without any hesitation now. No request, no apology. Just utter need, and I match him. His hands grab my ass and squeeze. Then he’s lifting one of my legs to go over his shoulder, opening my pussy up more. I cry out as he delves deeper with his tongue. He stares up into my eyes. I close mine.

Humming with his lips around my clit, he squeezes my ass before sliding his hand over and pressing a finger to my hole. I whimper as his other hand comes around to my front, beneath his mouth. His fingers stay there, poised, waiting. He’s doing nothing but kiss me, and my body is getting hotter and hotter in its desperation to be penetrated.

And I’m getting angrier and angrier in my need to just be railed and finished.

“Varius,” I snap, but I know my tone won’t be enough to get him to rail me. I’m going to have to say what he’s allowed to do. My teeth grind together as I bite out the words I need for my own release. Not a connection. Not intimacy. Just pure carnal release.

“Put your damn… fingers… inside me.”

I cry out as he sucks on my clit, then hums again. I buck against his face, my head falling back against the wall. His fingers slide in easily into my wet pussy and curl, hitting that spot I love. My knees buckle. His other finger presses into my ass, stretching it fully. Pleasure explodes all down my body. In another few minutes, I’m going to come.

My breaths hitch as I look back down at him. He’s still staring up at me, and our gazes lock in an instant. His front fingers curl inside my pussy. His back one pumps in and out of my ass. His tongue flicks across my clit, then presses down hard and rubs, overstimulating me.

I cry out as all my strength flows out of my legs, so I’m only held up by his shoulder. The intensity inside me builds, curling my toes, making my entire body flush. I open my mouth to scream.

But just as I’m about to come, I say, “Aleric!”

“Oh, darling, I’d love to join in.”