Rage

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Cole

“ F uck, you look like a goddess wrapped in death,” I confess into the shell of her ear, loving to see her breath catch in her throat. Raine stands in the snow, crimson splatters painting the pristine white around us—her father’s blood against the backdrop of his lifeless body. The sharpness of the scene sends a thrill through me, and I feel my cock harden painfully in my pants. Memories of last night flash through my mind, the way she laughed despite the chaos, the way we both knew this was coming. I clear my throat.

“Wait here, I have a surprise for you, Firefly.” I haul ass inside, my heart hammering with anticipation as I rifle through the wardrobe, my fingers finally gripping a wool blanket. The moment I step back outside, my breath catches. Raine looks ethereal against the backdrop of death—her pale skin juxtaposed with the red splattered around her.

My eyes roam over her as I approach, desire and reverence fighting for dominance within me. “You’re so beautiful, Raine,” I profess, my voice husky with raw emotion. “So fucking perfect.”

A blush creeps up her cheeks, contrasting against the grim scene, and she turns to me, confusion flickering in her eyes as she takes in the blanket. My heart races—fueled by the adrenaline of what had just happened and the depths of what we both needed.

“Do you trust me, Raine?” I question, stepping closer, my fingers tracing a path down her arm. Her skin quivers under my touch, the warmth igniting a defiant spark in the cold air.

She nods, biting her bottom lip, and my breath hitches. It’s incredible that after everything she’s been through, she’s entrusting me in this moment. I can’t help but wonder if I even deserve a goddess like her, wrapped in shadows yet glowing with fierce life.

I open the blanket wide and spread it over the frozen ground, pushing Raine down gently to wait. I can still feel the intensity of her gaze on me, passion and fear woven together.

“Wait for me,” I murmur, throwing a glance over my shoulder. The snow crunches under my feet as I walk over to her father. I pause for a moment, allowing the weight of what he’s done to settle on my conscience. My foot rests solidly on his chest as I dig my fingers into his blood-soaked garment, pulling the arrow from his bloodied eye socket with a sickening squelch.

Once the dripping shaft is free, I kick the fucker as hard as I can. The body rolls over, face buried in the snow, he won’t see what’s mine. My voice is low and menacing as I growl, “Even dead, he won’t see what’s mine.”

When I turn back to Raine, that Firefly light is strong in her eyes, illuminating the tumult swirling within me. It ignites something primal; a fire that pulses through my veins, fierce and relentless. I don’t waste a second; I’m on her in an instant, my lips crashing against hers.

“Hux—er, Cole,” she whimpers against my mouth, the sound making me groan with longing. I hold her close, feeling her warmth seep through the layers that separate us.

I need her to understand—it’s not just lust. It’s a promise, a commitment in this chaos we call our lives.

"I've killed for you, and I'd do it a million times over," I promise, my voice steady, imbued with an intensity that surprises even me. There is no hesitation in my tone, no second thoughts; it is a vow cast in blood and fire, one that echoes deep within my soul.

“The only danger you’ll ever face is me.” My declaration hangs heavy in the air, and I mean it. The world could go to hell, but I would lay waste to it to keep her safe.

It’s a love borne from shadows and peril—a bond that feels indestructible and devastating all at once. I cradle her face in my hands, a gesture both possessive and tender.

“Firefly,” I call her, the name rolling off my tongue like a clandestine secret, steeped in the warmth of my affection.

With palpable tension crackling in the air, I reach out, fingers brushing along her jawline, and she leans into my touch, craving my proximity.

In that moment, the remnants of our surroundings fade; the ticking clock of impending danger, the weight of bloodshed, all blur into a haze. All that exists is the magnetism pulling us together. Beneath it all lies a simmering passion, wild and untamed.

“You’re mine,” I whisper, my lips grazing her ear softly, igniting goosebumps across her skin.

"No one can take me from you," she breathes, her electric blue eyes locking onto mine, fierce resolve igniting a spark between us.

“I’ll scorch the fucking earth to prove it,” I vow, my grip tightening like a brand around her neck; a promise that can’t be broken—a bond forged in fire, raw and fearsome. Every word is a spark, igniting a blaze that threatens to consume us both. Yet, here in the heart of chaos, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Cole,” she whispers, a blend of affection and awe dancing in her voice.

I pull back slightly, searching her eyes for any hint of fear; all I find is unyielding trust and a wild desire that mirrors my own.

“Take it all off, Raine. I need to see every inch of you,” I demand, my voice growing hoarse with longing. My mind blanks, and all rational thought evaporates as the sight of my beautiful goddess begins to undress. She unzips my jacket that she is wearing revealing the milky flesh of her breasts and waist.

I’m enthralled, panting at the sight of her sheer beauty. Raine pushes down her jeans, kicking off her boots in the process. Her smooth skin, now uncovered, pebbles with chill bumps under my gaze. So fucking beautiful, soft and silken, and completely mine. I long to touch and taste, to imprint every moment forever.

Before she can react, I rip her shirt, letting it fall between us, leaving her utterly exposed. She sits there, breathless, her eyes wide and laced with shock but then delicious anticipation, and in response, she leans forward to undo my jacket, pulling it from my shoulders.

Her slender hands slip under the hem of my shirt, her fingertips igniting a trail of fire as they roam over my abs before helping to pull the fabric over my head.

She looks at me expectantly, and I can't resist the urge to touch her skin first. I want to memorize every dip, every curve, the essence of her.

With a desperate need, I lean in, ghosting my fingers across her sides, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. The way she bites her bottom lip urges me on, heightening the craving that simmers just beneath the surface.

“Every inch of you is perfection, Firefly,” I murmur, the sincerity spilling into the air between us. My hands explore further, mapping her body as if it were the very terrain I’d fight for. My gaze drinks in her beauty, and I can hardly believe she’s real.

“Cole…” she breathes my name, the sound like music, laced with longing.

My heart races in tandem with the primal urge outside of us. I want—need her in a way that transcends flesh, that digs deeper than mere desire. I want to consume her, envelop her until nothing remains but the echoes of our hearts, pounding against the tyranny of fate.

Raine pushes my pants away, leaving us both panting in the icy air surrounding us. I sink between her legs, holding the bloody arrow between us. I run the cool metal along her skin, marring the pale skin in blood.

Her mouth falls open, pupils dilating, but not with fear. Raine wants it as badly as I do, the wicked edge promising pain and ecstasy. I drag it higher, across her collarbone to her breast.

She wraps her arms around me and rolls her hips against me, her pussy growing wetter with every teasing movement. “C-cole, please. I need you,” she whines, trying to bring her hot cunt to my aching cock.

I chuckle as I drag the tip of the weapon over the puckered nipple, watching it tighten. “Be careful what you wish for, little girl." My voice is threatening, yet soft. Raine tries to draw me closer, to bring our bodies together. Instead, I lean up, moving the tip of the now hot metal down her belly, then slam my fingers inside her.

“Don’t you look like a dirty little slut.”

Raine’s breath hitches. Her body arches into mine, begging, pleading for that connection we both crave. The world outside fades, leaving only the two of us, tangled in a web of desire and urge.

I toss the arrow aside, and dip my head lower, capturing one nipple in my mouth. Her sharp hiss sends shivers down my spine, and with every tug, her fingers grip my hair, urging me on.

I finally let my fingers explore her most intimate depths, teasing along her sensitive folds, discovering just how ready she is for me. She’s drenched, every moan echoing the flames of desire that envelop us. I expose her clit, swollen and yearning for attention.

“Please,” she begs. There’s a beautiful desperation in the way Raine grinds against me, seeking more, begging me silently not to stop.

“Look at you, Raine. Such a pretty little mess. You want to come, don’t you?” I taunt, my voice thick with lust.

“Yes, please, I need it,” she cries, her voice trembling as I continue to coax her towards her peak. As I slide three fingers deeper into her heat, I thumb her swollen clit, eliciting a desperate squeal that hangs in the air.

“Just like that,” she whimpers, “don’t stop.”

“Never.” Her stomach taut as pleasure coiled within her, ready to snap.

"That's it, baby, come for me," I growl, the sound raw and primal as I watch her fall apart.

“Oh, fuck!” she screams, shaking violently against the ground, her body succumbing to bliss. But before she can ride the wave of her high, before she can float back down to the reality around us, I slam home inside her. Her wet warmth envelops me, and I fight hard against the overwhelming tide of ecstasy threatening to pull me under.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you!” I command, my voice thick with desire as her thighs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her.

Raine’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and lust swirling together as I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, entwined in this reckless dance of unyielding passion. The world around us melted away, leaving only us—two souls ignited in fire, yearning to be consumed.

And consume, I would.