47. Setting the Hot Guy Free
47
Setting the Hot Guy Free
Ziros
“That’s better.” I smirk, gliding one hand behind her head, tilting it back as I graze my fangs along her neck.
And lower.
Yanking the right side of her top down, exposing the full curve of her breast.
I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough that she whimpers, trying again to buck her hips higher, but I hold still. Forcing her to wait.
“Good girl,” I praise, sucking again, and this time I can’t help myself any longer. I sink my fangs down hard, pleasure burning through every damn inch of my body as I take from and fill her at once.
Instantly, wetness floods between her legs.
Her blood is perfect. Her body is perfect. She ’s perfect.
I can’t hold still any longer.
She moans loudly as I drive back in up to the hilt, every inch of my hard cock buried deep within her tight, hot, wet body.
“ Ziros ,” she moans, and my name has never sounded so damn good.
“That’s it,” I urge, pulling back to her neck, biting down hard again at the base where her blood flows so damn free and good.
I pinch her other nipple, driving hard into her, gritting my teeth as I force myself not to let go.
Not yet.
She tastes so damn good. Feels so damn good. Sounds so damn good, every moan pushing me further and further toward the edge I’m already hovering over.
“ Ziros ,” she whispers, and there’s a strange, powerful feeling that wraps around me as she speaks my name, power that binds me to her deeper.
“Yes, human ?” I growl, pulling away from her neck. Tilting her chin up with one hand, and she moans as I slide out, then deeper back into her, moving my other hand to brace against the bed beside her head.
I’ve never felt so damn good in my life.
Everything about this feels so right.
Then she does something I don’t expect.
Light flashes out from her hand, the strand between us glowing brightly where it levitates in the air.
“It’s time, Ziros,” she says, her eyes glowing in the light of the strand. “ Be free .”
Before I understand what’s happening, she slashes the strand with the light of her hand.
Power surges through me, and I groan, collapsing on top of her as every sensation intensifies, all that heat and lust and power now a thousand times stronger.
I groan, uncertain why I feel so strangely angry—angry and powerful and needing all of her.
“ Human ,” I growl against her neck, unable to restrain myself any longer. “What the hell have you done?”
The light fades from her hand, a moan escaping her lips as I bite down.
Hard .
Squeezing her exposed breast in one hand, pinching her nipple between two fingers until she gasps, whimpering, and I think I’m hurting her. I must be hurting her.
But I can’t stop.
Everything I am is power and hunger and need and lust.
Power .
Centuries of caged power rushes around me, a torrent that drives me harder and faster and deeper until she’s panting so hard, moaning so loud, she’s practically screaming.
I’m hurting her.
I’m certain I’m hurting her. I’m too strong. She’s too…human. We can’t work. This can’t work.
And yet I need her.
“Dammit, human,” I growl against her neck, the crest of my climax unavoidable now, and I let the power and thrill of her blood course through me as I suck hard, relishing the sound of her every whimper and moan as I thrust in and out harder and deeper and faster than before, until her voice rises and her mouth parts and she lets her head fall back even further.
“ Ziros ,” she moans, and I want to hear her say my name like that a thousand times over. “I lo—I’m—”
I don’t know what the hell she was about to say, because all that lust crashes inside me and I lose myself in the heat, her body like a vice squeezing my shaft as I explode.
Her moans grow louder, panting, and she wraps her arms around my back, hugging me tightly as if trying to hold me as deep as she can.
And then she flops back to the bed beneath me as the heat between us fades.
And for that one moment, one instant, everything is right in the world.
A perfect quiet hums between us.
“ Good girl ,” I whisper against her ear where she lies limp on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the fading crest of her orgasm. And I can’t help but shake my head. “You crazy, wild, amazing, human.”
But the power inside me is raging, growing by the second.
Untamed, beastly power.
A power that tells me I’d better as hell get out of here before it’s too late.
I grab my jeans, pulling them on.
I need to get out of here before it’s too late. Before I do damage that can’t be undone.
June—my human— the human.
She stares at me from where she lies on the bed, one breast still exposed, her top askew. Hair wild.
“You…you don’t have to go,” she whispers weakly, and I can hear in her voice that she’s already been expecting this.
She’s been expecting it, but she’s hoping for something different.
But she doesn’t understand.
She doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know the sheer power raging through my body.
The energy of centuries trapped alone in that void.
And suddenly I almost hate her. I can see it clearly now, the image of that woman who captured me. Her ancestor.
I remember clearly now exactly how similar she looked—everything but her eyes.
My human’s eyes are far too kind.
Too knowing.
She has eyes that look and see and feel.
That other sorceress—she had the eyes of a predator.
So I know I shouldn’t. I’m a bastard and an idiot, but I can’t help it.
All that anger has to go somewhere, and if I’m not careful, I might spend it here .
“You don’t get it,” I say, buckling my belt and turning to leave.
She stares, lifting her head just enough to look at me. “What don’t I get?”
But I just shake mine.
“Nevermind.”
And I know I’m a bastard because I’ve shocked her, pushing away so suddenly after everything we just did. I’m even more of a bastard, because I’m not an idiot.
I already know the truth.
I know she has feelings for me.
I can see it all so clearly now.
Here I’ve been foolishly trying not to get attached, thinking that would be enough. Thinking all it took was me. But she hasn’t been doing the same.
She doesn’t have any walls up at all.
Sure, I might feel a little sad for a day, but she’s going to miss me a lot longer.
And I’m a bastard for thinking it, for knowing it, and still walking away.
But it’s also my only choice.
If I stay, who knows what the hell I’ll do.
There’s too much power.
Centuries of power.
And it’s got to go somewhere.
I can’t stay.
If I stay, I’ll hurt her. More than her. I might destroy this whole damn city.
That’s how much power there is churning inside my body.
I growl angrily. Angry at the world. Angry at myself. Angry at being born what I am, unable to control this raging energy inside.
I’m a damn monster.
Cursed to live forever alone.
I shove my shirt over my head as sharp blades of air gust around the room, making all the clothes in the closet clack together on their hangers.
I’ve gotta get out of here.
I’ve gotta get out of here before I explode. I’ve got to get somewhere far away. Somewhere wide and open and vast and desolate.
And I’d better get there fast.
“What don’t I get?” she repeats louder, sitting up straighter. Watching me get ready to make my escape.
Not even bothering to adjust her top where I’ve left her exposed there on the bed like the bonafide bastard I am.
It’s all I can do to give her this: An explanation, weak as it is.
“I have to leave,” I say, turning toward the window.
Not even the door.
I don’t have time for doors.
She hauls herself to her feet, and I hate how much she wobbles. I took too much from her again.
Bastard .
There’s a reason I’ve only ever been the villain in my story.
There’s a reason I was locked up.
I’ve never been good at controlling myself. Not my strength, and clearly not this, either.
“Why?” she demands, trying to step between me and the window. “You don’t have to go. Please…” she trails off, and the hurt in her eyes nearly breaks my damn heart.
I may be a bastard, but I still have feelings.
I grit my teeth, shaking my head. Running one hand through my hair.
I can’t.
I can’t!
“You don’t get it,” I say, pushing past her. “If I stay, I’ll hurt you. I can’t control myself.”
“I’ll help you,” she says, and I know she means it.
But I also know she can’t help me.
Not now.
No one can.
I have to run before all this energy explodes.
Before I wake up and discover another town has been leveled.
I’m a storm, a tornado.
I’m a monster.
And I can’t be tamed.
She reaches her hand out toward me…and I shouldn’t take it.
I shouldn’t.
I turn toward the window.
Then I stop.
Because I have no self-control.
Wind is already rushing around me, raging through my human’s hair, but I don’t care.
I take her hand, sliding one hand behind the small of her back. Pulling her close to me.
And I allow myself this one moment, allow myself to memorize what the heat of her body feels like against mine, to feel the perfect way our bodies fit together as I whisper into her hair, “ Keep being wild, my beautiful, amazing human. ”
And I kiss her.
Softly, on the forehead.
In a way I thought I’d never kiss a human.
Then I yank open the window and leap out into the dark night beyond.
You
What…just happened?
You stumble dizzily back to your bed, trying to fight the feeling of the world imploding around you.
But it’s no use.
Heavy darkness pulls you under.
* * *
The next morning, you wake with a groan.
Every muscle in your entire body aches, though you can’t possibly imagine why.
At least, for about two seconds, until the events of the previous evening come spinning back.
And then you see your apartment.
Your poor little studio apartment.
All your pictures are askew, books knocked over on the shelf, shoes and clothes strewn from your closet.
It looks like a tornado’s come through.
You groan, rubbing your head.
What have you done?
It feels like you’ve just unleashed a beast.
And…his parting words echo around your head.
Did he really call you a crazy, wild, amazing human?
Your phone glows, and you reach for it groggily, wondering what time it is. That’s when you see the text from your boss.
That’s right.
You’re supposed to work today.