Chapter 19
NINETEEN
HANNAH
My mouth drops open at his audacity. “Did you really just say that to me?”
I want to slap him for his insolence. Instead, I do something better.
I snatch up the bucket of wash water at my feet and toss it straight at him.
The water splashes across his chest and shoulders, soaking into his thick fur. He freezes, staring down at himself, dripping.
“You’re filthy,” I snap, though my bottom lip trembles with equal parts fury and… something else.
He shakes his head, muttering, “Strange creatures.” Then, unbelievably, he turns and stalks back out the door, heavy steps echoing down the hall.
I stand there, clutching the empty bucket, panting. Did I actually just—?
When he returns, his mane and fur are still damp, the faint scent of cold lake clinging to him. Cleaner. Wilder. More devastatingly male.
And somehow, that only makes things worse for me. Because the moment his lion’s eyes land on me again, glowing with hunger, my stomach swoops and the treacherous tingling returns between my thighs.
I throw up a hand. “Are you doing that to me?” My voice cracks. I have to know: has he been magically manipulating my body to respond like this?
He stops, brows lowering. “Doing what?”
I huff, frustrated. “You know what.”
But he just stares, either stonewalling or genuinely confused.
I stomp my foot, near tears. “This!” I gesture furiously down at myself. “When you healed me, did you—” My face heats like a boiling kettle. “Did you do something to make me—”
I blurt it before I can stop myself. “Did you do something to make me get turned on for you? Like… magically?”
His eyes widen. His nostrils flare.
And then that damnable grin spreads across his face.
“You think I magically make you gush for me?” He takes a step forward, velvet menace in his voice.
“Do you?” I demand, even as my pulse trips like a rabbit.
He advances another step. “Because you cannot imagine gushing on your own for a monster like me?” The dangerous edge in his tone makes me shiver.
“I—I—” My voice stutters. My body trembles.
“Even now I can smell you,” he says, indecent as sin. “Your gush is thick. Sweet. Salty.”
I swallow hard. He’s filthy. He’s obscene.
And then he damns me.
“It is all your own. What you feel is your body’s natural reaction to me.”
In a blur of movement, he’s suddenly in front of me, and his clawed hand moves down between my thighs. I brace for sharpness, but it’s only the pad of his palm. Gentle. Unbearably gentle.
How can something so brutal touch me like I’m breakable crystal?
Tears sting my eyes. “But I—before, I never—”
“There is no before!” he barks. “There is only me.”
I stumble back until I crash into the bedframe. His wings flare wide as he follows, fist slamming into the mattress beside my head as he cages me in.
“It is good you’ve never gushed like this before,” he growls. “Is it because I disgust you and excite you in equal measure?”
“No!” The word bursts out. Since when is he this articulate?
He looms higher, his shadow swallowing me. “Does this monstrous cock make you gush at the mere thought of it?”
“No!” But it’s only a gasp.
Then he bends, pressing his cock to my stomach—huge, immovable—and my traitorous flesh yields. Moistens.
“Admit it,” he hisses. “I excite you.”
“You’re a brute!” I pound his chest, even as my legs fall open, betraying me.
“A brute you gush for. And I will fuck you in such unusual ways you will gush until you drown.”
“Unusual—?” The word sticks in my throat.
I’m terrified. I’m thrilled.
His cock stiffens harder, lodged at my opening.
“My Creator-Father was cruel,” he rasps. “But he did not skimp on the nerves. I feel everything. Every lash. Every scar.” He bares his teeth. “Once it was a curse. Now it is a blessing. For when I fuck you—”
He thrusts. Just an inch. But with him, an inch is an invasion. I scream.
And all but squirt.
His smile grows dark and wicked. “Yes. I feel it. I smell it. You gush for me.”
Another thrust, deeper, driving me into the mattress. My body stretches, receives him. Impossible, unbearable, and yet—somehow—I take him.
“You love fucking a monster,” he growls in my ear, tongue dragging up my throat, lingering wetly on my pulse.
I shudder, moan. God help me.
And then he licks down my throat again, along my pulse point. Not a single claiming stroke, but long, relentless grooming licks like a lion with his mate.
“You love being fucked by a monster,” he whispers against my skin. “Your body bends for me. Squeals for me. Obeys me.”
“Never,” I bite back, fury sparking through the haze.
His nostrils flare. His grin widens. “All I must do…”
One wing whips forward, silken feathers slipping between us.
“…is press the right button.”
A feather strums my clit.
“Oh!” My cry tears out of me. My face buries in his neck as he suckles my throat, tongue teasing, claiming, overwhelming me.
“Oh!” I cry again as he continues to lick and now suckle at my throat with his long tongue.
There are simply too many sensations at once.
His monstrous cock penetrating me, plus his mouth, and his devilishness—it’s so much all at once. I can’t—how can I—
He’s a demon.
He’s a miracle.
I reach my arms around his waist and clutch him to me. But before I can enclose him, he pulls back and spins me around so that I’m face down on the bed.
“You will be my obedient consort.”
The absence of his cock is a shock but not for long.
“Ah!” I cry as he pushes in again. I’m stretched and he goes in… not easily, but ohhhhhhhhhh. I wail as he begins to fuck me again.
He grasps my hands and holds them behind my back.
Which makes me… oh God, it makes me gush.
Why does everything he does to me make me feel so much? Is he telling the truth about not influencing me? God, what does it say about me if he’s not? If this is all… just… me?
Oh fuck, the tip of his wing is at it again. At least, one wing is. Because just when I think there can’t be any more assault on my senses, his other wing—
My brain blanks out for a moment when I feel the tip of his other wing firm and strong first a flutter, and then more of an intentional thrust… Pushing its way into my ass.
Oh.
Fuck.
Me.
I gush.