33. Randi
Chapter 33
Randi
T he body-snatching is contagious, apparently. My eyes are leaky faucets, and my stomach is in knots. Ever since that night in the woods, I’ve felt off-kilter. Raw. That pisses me off because I barely do vulnerable, and certainly not with him .
But I can’t deny the pounding of my blood, the wetness between my legs, or the desire heavy in my limbs. Despite everything, I want him. Maybe to suffer? Maybe to ease the hole he left in my chest?
It all makes me angry and desperate to return the world to rights. I spring for Knox, grab hold of his hair, mold my lips over his, and take control.
Sex I can do. Sex will give me the upper hand, lead me back onto steadier ground, and ease the burning need inside me.
Knox doesn’t stop me or fight back, and that pisses me off even more.
The nip to his bottom lip isn’t gentle. I lick a stripe up the side of his neck and pull the lobe of his ear between my teeth. “I don’t want you to make it better. I want it to hurt.”
Knox flips the script and pins me beneath him so that I’m pressed into the mattress. Heat washes over my skin. There’s a knowing gleam in his eye, his deep voice like the crack of thunder on the edge of a coming storm. “You want to hate-fuck? Is that it, little dragon?”
The scar on his delicately beautiful face mocks me, a reminder that my soul called to him and chose him too. I want to hate it. I hate that I don’t. I spit in his face, struggling beneath him. His arms grab for my hands to subdue me, but his movement gives me an opening.
We twist and tangle until I come out on top. It’s my turn to pin him down. I clench my teeth and grab for his throat, but he surges upward, hands everywhere, binding me, mouth a brushfire on my exposed skin.
I land beneath him, and we grapple, each of us vying for control. Knox's heavy hips weigh me down, and I growl, frustrated that I like it, that the fight is leaking from me, filling the air with a crisp, cooling mint.
“It looks like I’ve caught you again, little dragon.” Knox grins as he shucks his long-sleeved black shirt, his body looming over me.
He’s got sleeves of tattoos I’ve never had the chance to notice before.His wide shoulders taper down to a cut waist. Everything about him is beautiful, from his inky hair falling messily into his face to his pouty mouth. It’s unfair.
“If you want to take it out on me, go ahead. Do your worst.” Knox brushes the hair from my face. “Whatever part of you I’m allowed to have, I’ll take. But when I’m on top, it’s my rules.”
The kiss that follows isn’t angry or biting. His mouth crashes into mine, but where I sting, he soothes. It’s an apology. I huff, shoving him off me as I yank my dress over my head and wiggle out of my panties.I climb onto his lap, holding his chin too tightly as I take his mouth.
“Fight back,” I snarl.
Knox laughs, stealing another kiss. This one is dizzying. It’s a kiss full of promises I don’t want to hear. I turn away, but he isn’t deterred. His soft lips slip from mine to feather the side of my mouth and neck and down the slope of my chest.
“This is how I’m fighting,” he says right before his tongue swirls around my nipple. “I’m not going to fuck you like I hate you, baby. I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine.”
He nips and licks, nuzzling between my breasts. My fingers thread through his hair when he applies perfect pressure, sucking my nipple into his mouth with a moan. I’m wet, dripping onto his jeans.
It isn’t supposed to be like this. Knox isn’t supposed to touch me like I’m the center of his world.
A picture of him staring into the forest, full of longing, comes unbidden. I push it away, ignoring the tightness in my chest.
Firm hands sink into the soft bedding beneath me. It’s laced with Knox’s comforting smoke-sweet scent. He smatters kisses over my belly and plants himself between my legs. My heart drums in my ears the closer he gets to my center, but he’s in no hurry. He rubs my thighs, the ghost of his breath whispering over where I’m hot and aching.
I should get up and push him away. I didn’t come here for this. We haven’t talked. And if there isn’t talking, I expect there to be a game of primal revenge. Not this beautiful nest bobbing on the lake or soft eyes full of determination. Where is the taunting man from the forest?
“What are you doing?” I ask.
A tremble ripples through my body when he sits up, gaze not landing on my face but on the place between my legs.He’s eyeing me as though I’m the treasure he’s spent a lifetime searching for, as though he’s the dragon come to collect and hoard. His heated look causes the tent to fill with smoke-infused mint. The scent is a diffuser, permeating my defenses and making me shiver in anticipation. He licks his lips as the rough pads of his fingers part me.
“I know you’re angry. That you want to hurt me like I hurt you. You can. I won’t stop you.” His eyes flick to my face, and he gives me a roughish smile. “I’ll probably even like it.”
The way he leans over, bracketing me with his arms, should feel claustrophobic. He isn’t safe. I’m not in control. The soft look in his eyes and the gentle way he cups my face make me forget that.
“But at some point, you’ll stop fighting and let me in. Until then, I will spend my life worshipping you on my knees.” He caresses my cheek with the backs of his fingers, softly kissing my forehead.
He sits back on his heels, eyes raking over me. Knox sees every part of me as if I’m exposed to my marrow. An unexpected twist is that I see him too. The angles of his face are familiar, and I’ve seen that smug smile in his memories.
He’s a stranger, but I know him . His rune burns brightly against his pale skin, taunting and reminding me that whatever I’m trying to hide is pointless because he can feel me. The connection between us is already stronger just being near him.
“This is where I’m meant to be,” he says. The words are confident. Unyielding.
I wanted it to hurt but not like this. I can feel the honesty and remorse in Knox's words traveling through the bond like an apology letter. It makes my insides crack open.
He gives me a rakish smile then rubs the pad of his thumb through my slick, a low moan escaping. “Now, are you gonna let me lick this gorgeous pussy? Fill you until you scream as you come on my cock? Or do we need to go another round?”
My body begs for him to touch me, every part of me an exposed live wire. Yet I can’t make myself say the words. He’s supposed to be my enemy. His people betrayed mine. He tried to capture me. The awful, ugly truth is that I want him too.
He nods in understanding. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Without pause, he lowers himself between my legs. His knuckle rubs down my center, his warm breath following the path. He scrapes his teeth down my thighs and plants kisses everywhere but where I want. That knuckle nudges every once in a while, or his fingers spread me wide, then he backs away, his gaze focused on my wet pussy.
His mouth. His hands. They never give me what I’m after. It’s maddening, making my body thrum in anticipation. The buildup goes to my head, along with a heavy dose of his scent. It makes me wild and desperate.
I buck against him, frustrated. My hands ball in the quilt beneath me. “What are you doing?” I grit the words between clenched teeth.
His chuckle is his answer.
My fingers latch onto his hair, and I yank his head, forcing his eyes on me. That’s a mistake because those violet eyes are burning, lighting me up everywhere they land.“Stop teasing. Make me come.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He snakes his arms around my hips, his long fingers splayed on my stomach, and drags me closer. With strong arms, he cups my ass and lifts me in the air. “Grab your ankles.”
I hold on, watching as his dark hair drops between my legs. The first long lick shocks me. It’s a zip of current that flashes in my core. A tiny orange blossom unfurls in the air.
He growls in satisfaction, the muscles of his shoulders rippling as he devours me. His tongue twists and flicks, parting me and fucking me until the only thing keeping me tethered is my tight grip on my ankles.
The way he sucks my pussy… It’s as if he’s discovered his purpose. He’s ravenous. Devout.
Watching him makes my breath heave, and moans tumble from my mouth.
His fingers part me, and he slants his mouth over my clit, sucking me with vicious pressure. He squeezes my ass, my breast. The deep hold he has on me adds to the blinding pleasure of his relentless tongue. From between my legs, his violet eyes snare mine, holding me to him.
The orgasm that’s been building cracks through the dam. I’m spilling, shaking, as he plunges into me with two blunt fingers, curling ruthlessly until I come again on his tongue.
He smiles into it, satisfied with himself. My hips lift to meet him when the feel of his fingers isn’t enough. He twists them inside me, his tongue lapping at my slick heat. I lose my hold on my ankles, my legs flaring out and my toes curling at the overwhelming pleasure.
I’m half out of it when he slaps my thigh and bends me where he wants so I’m leaning on a mound of pillows. He curls over me, taking a deep suck of my nipple. My tit bounces when he releases the sharp tug. He thrashes against it, nuzzling my boob with a husky growl that gets swallowed in his throat. The sharp pop of the release makes my pussy clench. He dives for my other nipple, dragging his teeth over the hard peak. My chest heaves as I watch him cup my small handfuls, squeezing.
“You have the prettiest tits. I want to come all over them.” He goes up on his knees, undoes the button on his black jeans, and peels down the zipper.
With a shove of his black boxers, he springs free. I’ve never seen a serpent’s cock, and I stare, mesmerized by what I’ve been missing. The sight of it makes my dragon purr.
The tip is a fat, sloped arrowhead. I want to run my mouth over it and tongue my way to the tapered bulge until I can lick the ribbed section covered in veins and raised spikes. The final section is the thickest and longest, ringed with spiraled ridges and ending in a thick knot. I want to know how it feels inside me, feel the drag of those ridges along my walls.
I swallow, my mouth watering. The wicked grin on his face tells me he knows what I’m thinking. He climbs from his jeans, tosses them on the bedding, and cups my throat, tilting my chin so he can take my mouth in an open-mouthed kiss. It’s primal, tongues slipping and teeth nipping at lips. His tight hold on my throat doesn’t falter.
“You taste so good, little omega. I’m never going to get enough.”
He claims my mouth again, his hand dropping between my legs. The tips of his fingers strum against my clit so fast they vibrate. My panting becomes a swallowed scream when he pops my pussy with a sharp slap and hooks three fingers into me. My hips roll, my core clenching as my climax rushes over me.
I’m slick. So fucking wet. All my instincts are screaming, telling me to take his knot, to let him breed me.
I dive for his cock, swirling my tongue around the ridge of his pointed tip before taking him into my mouth. He shivers in surprise, his fingers threading through my hair as I take him deeper.
The feel of him is as good as I imagined, the spikes and ridges adding to the sensation. His precum tingles, almost cooling. I take him as deep as I can, only making it halfway down that second ridge before he’s stretching my lips too wide.
“Fuck, you feel so good,”Knox moans. His hold on my hair tightens, forcing my eyes to his. “Naughty little dragon. This isn’t for me.” Even as he says it, he thrusts his hips and fucks my face.
Knox’s eyes close, and his head falls back, a rattling sound coming from his chest. The sound makes me wild. My hand dips between my legs, finding my clit. I rock into the sensations, my whimpers adding to his. The sound makes him snarl, his eyes snapping back to me.
His hand overtakes mine, his fingers curling into me, stuffing me without moving as he rocks into my mouth. My scent spikes—blood-red oranges and cool mint.
The scent makes him lose control. Knox flips me over, rough hands pushing on my back. My face is shoved into a mound of pillows, but I don’t care because he grabs my hair and nudges that demon cock against my slick lips. One thrust and he’s exactly where I want him to be.
It’s sensation overload. Knox is overwhelming, filling me to the brim and pushing past that as the second ridge slips inside. On the drag out, those spikes add more pressure. I can’t think around how big he is. The feel of him is so different, so intense. He’s inescapable. One big palm holds my tailbone down, and the other tugs on my hair.
“Is this what you needed, little dragon? You needed me to shove you into the mattress and show you how fucking much I want to fill you with my cum, make you fat and round with my babies, worship your body until you know that you’re my only reason?” He pushes farther in.
It’s so much; it’s not enough.
“More,” I beg.
He snarls and snaps his hips, giving me what I crave until I’m an open-mouthed mess, my tits bouncing and my climax racing through my veins. He thrusts hard and deep, and that ridged base with the thick knot teases my edges. Knox picks up my leg and hooks it over his knee. His rough grip attaches to my hip, and he lets go of my hair only to cup my neck, pulling me to him and forcing my eyes to his. I grab onto his forearm for purchase.
In this new position, I can only take what he gives me. My tits bounce, his knot slapping against my clit. The hand on my throat keeps me held in place. His thumb brushes over his bite on my shoulder, and my body detonates.
He steals my moans and licks my mouth as I come all over his cock, shaking and wailing.
“That’s a good little omega,” he purrs with the same rattling sound that drives me wild.
My heart races. A shudder runs through me. The energy in the climax splits me wide open, and blackness dances at the edges of my vision until I give in to the darkness curling around me.