Chapter 20 #2
Aubrey tried to jerk away, letting out a choked sound—the metal of the blade caught in the ring of his collar, pinning him to the damp earth.
If he wanted me to make him, I’d make him. If he needed me to be a monster for him, I’d show him my teeth .
I’d be whatever he needed.
My fingers on his cock clenched tighter, and he screamed again when I dipped my head and bit his shoulder.
The feel of his fists pounding, his fingers tearing at my hair…
none of it mattered, because I could feel the thundering of his heart when I dropped my head and bit his collarbone…
his nipple. I left little rings of crimson littered across his chest, dropping my mouth to his cock to take him between my lips with a groan.
The taste of blood and precum mixed on my tongue as I took him to the back of my throat.
When his hands came for me again, I grabbed his wrists, jerking down hard enough that the collar made his next scream cut off in a choked little gasp.
He tried to pull away, but my hold on him was like chains.
He wasn’t getting away from this—he wasn’t getting away from me.
I was taking it all. Everything. Every part of him. I wasn’t going to stop until he was broken wide and bleeding out the poison that kept tearing him away from me.
I worked his cock so hard I knew my teeth were catching against skin, knew my throat would be on fire the next day.
It didn’t matter, though, because he was cursing beneath me, twisting his hips and thrusting into my mouth while he tried to pull away.
The blood from my split lip coated my tongue and mixed with the flavor of him.
“Fuck you. Fuck you ,” he hissed, and rocked his hips again. His breath was already coming in sharp, aching pants that told me he was close. I kept my brutal, relentless pace until I felt the first wash of salty release hit the back of my throat.
I lifted from his dick with his load on my tongue, crawling up the length of his body and bringing my mouth to hover over his.
Aubrey still tried to squirm away—still denied me the feel of his lips on mine.
Maybe he wouldn’t let me kiss him, but I could have this.
I dropped his wrist and forced my fingers between his teeth, wrenching his mouth open and watching his eyes roll back as I spit the mixture of blood and cum between his lips.
I fed him the proof of his pleasure and my pain mixed together.
Hot, salty evidence of how fucking right we were.
My fingers delved into his mouth, painting his tongue with the mixture until he was forced to gag or swallow.
Aubrey swallowed.
He jerked, his body spasming as he ground against my stomach. He was still hard—he still had more to give, and I was more than willing to take it. I wanted to take it all.
I shifted back, swiping through the blood on my chest and spitting the rest of the mess in my mouth into my palm, onto my fingers. It wasn’t perfect, but it would be enough.
My hand drifted between his legs, still kicked open by my knees, and I thrust my fingers against his hole. Aubrey writhed, his fists slamming into the ground again as he tried to twist his face away. I caught his hair in my fist, and between the knife in his collar and my hold, he couldn’t move.
“No, you wanted me to make you. Watch me make you, Aubrey. You can’t tell me you don’t want it—I can fucking feel it.”
His eyes were wide, and he shook his head, moaning like a whore at the sting of my fingers pulling his hair. “I don’t . I?—”
“Watch me while I fuck you,” I ordered. “Watch me while I take you apart, while I make you mine. ”
“Fuck you,” he snapped again, turning his head as best he could and biting my arm while he rocked his body back, forcing my cum and blood-drenched finger inside him in a quick burst that left my digit enveloped in heat.
Even while he struggled, his green eyes burned into mine, wide and greedy. Broken. Shattering. Shattering for me.
Fuck, he felt good. He felt even better when he fought against me, his teeth finding my skin and clamping down again.
“Fuck yeah, mark me up.” I jerked my wrist and pumped into him, slicking his ass with our mess. “Show me what a little monster you are. I want everyone to see it. I want to feel it. ” I wanted it—the rain was making me dizzy with how much I wanted him.
To claim. To mark. I wanted everyone to know that we belonged to each other, and I couldn’t wait anymore.
I shifted, pressing another finger inside him and growling when he fucked himself on my hand until he was panting, twisting and writhing so violently his face was smeared with streaks of my blood mixed with spit and cum and the rain.
I leaned down and licked the mess from his jawline as I pulled my hand back and flipped him, wrapping my fingers around the hilt of the knife to keep him in place as I jerked his ass into the air and thrust.
He screamed again, and his nails clawed at the ground. I wasn’t sure what made me do it, but I brought my free hand down and slid my fingers through his, pinning his hand as I started to rut.
I fucked him hard and fast, and I knew that this wasn’t going to take long. Now that he was here, now that he was pinned and squirming beneath me, screaming and fucking back on my cock like he was a thing in heat, there was no turning back. No holdin g back.
There was just Aubrey and his fingers clenching in mine while I fucked him in the mud—just Aubrey and the way his voice was going raw as I pounded inside him with the rain beating down on my shoulders.
There was just the way his screams turned into my name when I shifted his hips and found the spot inside him that lit him up from the inside out.
I fucked him until I felt his body clench around me again and he came untouched, and I kept going when he started to beg and tremble, twitching from overstimulation and pain.
“P-Phoenix. I can’t… I can’t… fuck… fuck.”
I wanted more. I needed more. I needed…
“You’re mine, Aubrey.” I snarled the words, unable to make it a question.
“I—”
My mouth lowered, and I bit into his shoulder again, drinking down the taste of blood and the sound of his screams.
“Mine to break.” I slammed into him and felt the breath rock out of his chest. “Mine to put back together.” I thrust again, and he started to shiver. “Mine to keep whole .”
“Fuck… fuck,” he gasped, screaming one more time. Wh en the echo of the sound faded into the storm above, he said the only thing he could. “Yours.”
It drove me over the edge. I came on a roar and completely lost control, fucking into him until the breath punched out of his chest and the collar choked him, wanting to bury myself as deep as I could inside him.
I wanted to be a part of him the same way the rain was, the infection, the darkness in his blood.
I wanted to live in that place where corruption made a man into a monster, where he’d broken along the seams.
I wanted to touch everything he was and live in the warmth of his soul.
I wanted…
“Aubrey, fuck ,” I groaned as I collapsed on top of him, yanking the knife from the ground and twisting our bodies so I was behind him. My cock was still buried in his ass, and I gave little aborted thrusts and rocked myself through my orgasm.
We were covered in blood, in cum, in mud. In the rain that was slowing to a drizzle.
I knew there was every chance he’d blame this on the storm come tomorrow. Every chance he’d deny that he’d split wide open for me and let me in.
And I knew if I had to fuck him like this a thousand times to hear that little confession, the word yours on his tongue, I’d figure out how to make sure it was always raining.