Chapter 22
KILLIAN
That was sadistic, even for Logan. Taking advantage of me at my most fragile, attempting to force me into submission.
The bastard. Fortunately, I knew he wouldn’t be able to deny me, even if he tried.
I had the upper hand all along, and I’ve achieved victory.
And though he’s on top, I’m still the one in control.
His body is so distracting, it gets my mind off the horror of today, and off the oppressive guilt that weighs so heavily on my heart for not being able to save my family. I need his body, need to release inside him. Right now, it feels like the only thing that can take away all this pain.
Seeing him riding my cock, thoroughly enjoying it, makes what he put me through to get here more than worth it, especially now that there’s no barrier between us.
Hell, if I think too much about how I intend to breed him, I might just reach the end without much effort, so I must stay focused, drag this out as long as I can because I can’t bear the thought of ending before he’s fully satisfied.
He leans toward me, allowing some of my dick to slip out of him before rocking his hips and drawing me back in. In and out, he works into a rhythm, the subtle shifts in his expression telling me just how aroused he is from his efforts.
“That’s right,” he says. “Right there.”
As I relax, he rides me faster, his movements so deliberate, like he’s learned the perfect angle and pace to satisfy his ass. His cock bobs before him, and I take hold of it, stroking.
My cock swells inside him, his hole gripping me firmly as he keeps up his work, his gaze traveling to my lips. I push up inside him, reveling in the experience as he guides me on to the end.
I’m intoxicated by pleasure when he leans even closer, his lips taunting me.
“You want these lips?” he asks.
“Of course I do.”
He grazes them against mine, toying with my emotions.
“You want to dominate them? To own them like you want to own my body?”
The temptress again.
“Yes,” I breathe before grabbing the back of his head with my free hand and reeling him in, stealing his mouth—no, my mouth.
He doesn’t resist, lets my tongue invade his mouth, greeting his.
He moans against my tongue as I push up into him farther still, his kiss giving me the strength I need.
I thrust up into him as we work into a natural rhythm, my cock and tongue fucking him in sync as we move in a frenzy.
I rest my hand against his nape, tensing it, his back arching more as he relaxes into my kisses.
“You can fight me all you want,” I say, “but I know what you want better than you know yourself. You want to bend to my will. You want to totally surrender to me.”
His silence is his admission.
“You want to come inside me?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“You want to be the first man to ever spill inside me?”
“The only man who ever will,” I say, possessive of what’s rightfully mine.
He chuckles, as though it amuses him how desperate I sound for it.
“That’s right,” he says, offering me assurance it’s mine. “You want this to be your hole to breed?”
“It is mine.”
I’m not even thinking as I answer him, just speaking truthfully, and I’m certain it’ll terrify him, but there’s something primal in his gaze, and excitement, telling me that’s exactly what he wants to hear.
“Tell me you submit to me, Logan, and I’ll give you what you want.”
He laughs into my mouth. “I think that’ll work about as good as my threat.”
I growl. “We’ll see about that.”
I pound harder from below, committed to getting him worked up. He grits his teeth as he absorbs my movements, the way his jaw hangs open and his wide eyes telling me all I need to know as I pummel him. The urgency quickens within me as I can feel myself racing toward the end.
“Say you submit,” I command.
“Never.” He releases another moan.
“I enjoy the fight, but you know you’re gonna cave to me. Sooner or later, so it might as well be tonight.”
The pleasure in his expression dissolves, and he shoots me a nasty look. “Fuck you.”
“We’re already doing that,” I tease. “Now say it because I swear I’ll pull out.”
“Prove it.”
Damn him.
I despise him for his resistance, yet it’s the very thing that’s taking me to the end, the idea of shooting up in this asshole.
I battle against my wish, struggling to get him off me, but Logan seizes my wrists and pins me to the bed as my climax shoots like a bullet through me.
His lips mash down against mine as I call out.
And I surrender to my defeat, which feels like a victory as I pump him full of cum, staining inside him as I keep thrusting it back farther and farther into him, marking my territory.
As I release, he calls out, and I feel the warmth rush across my abs as he comes with me.
Fuck, it’s bliss as we finish our release together.
As one.
His smile pushes up against my lips, and rage pulses through me that he got the best of me.
“Fucker,” I breathe.
“So much for your threat.” He offers another kiss, which I can’t resist any more than I could resist him.
As my muscles continue spasming, I give him a few more quick thrusts, trembling as I recover from the explosive release.
He assaults me with another kiss, and I cup the back of his head, keeping him close, enjoying his mouth fully before he pries away from me.
“Feel better?” he asks.
“If I say no, will you let me come in you again?”
He glares at me, but now that I’m coming down from the high of what we shared, the weight of everything resettles on my chest, compressing tightly.
“Maybe you and your brothers should stay at Rothguard for the next few days,” I say, “until we’ve captured whoever’s done this and put an end to it for good.”
“That might be for the best.”
“Or have us all in one place for someone to kill us all at once,” I mutter.
He leans toward me. “If we fight together, we die together.”
Once again, I see a flash of the true leader in him. The man his father entrusted with his family’s safety.
“I’m proud to have my seed inside you. Proud to know I’ve claimed this ass and it’s mine.”
“It’s my ass.”
“Not anymore.” I offer a subtle thrust, and his jaw tenses. “I’ve stained your ass, your mouth, and your throat. I intend to mark every inch of flesh on this body, mark it so that everyone knows it’s mine.”
“I’m not something you can own,” he insists with the same frustration that’s been there since he first learned about our arrangement.
“It’s too late for that.” I slide my hand down my belly, collecting some of his cum along my thumb before stealing a taste. “There. Now I’m stained too.”
“Does that mean you’re mine?”
“Yes.” The fact that I don’t hesitate seems to catch him by surprise.
I rest my hand against his cheek. “That’s what this all means.
Marrying me means I’m yours, just as you’re mine.
I’m a servant to your every wish and desire.
” He leans his head against my hand, indicating that, despite how resistant he can be to me, he wants this too.
I trail my knuckle along his jawline, tracing the beautiful structure of his face.
In this moment, being so subdued and appreciative for what he gave me, I want to be honest with him, even knowing the cost. “Logan, I saw a rare thing in you that night when you killed Sik Vik. I can’t unsee the brilliance of this image in my mind.
That primal state, so perfect and free. Like a bird in the wild, a falcon.
One of a kind, and I’ve set my sights on you to capture, to totally possess, cage even.
Subdue, train. It’s a sick thing, isn’t it?
Because I know in my heart, even with this sickness that possesses me, that a free falcon is so much more beautiful, if you’re allowed to fly to the sky…
” I should stop there, but this is my confession.
“…but all I want to do is clip your wings, watch you struggle in vain to escape me, knowing you’ll never leave me. ”
There it is, the glint in his eyes, the horror that assures me he really heard me, knows now how black my darkness is.
He avoids eye contact. “Why would you say something like that to me?”
I wonder myself too, but I already know the real reason.
“Because it’s not fair to keep going on like this without you knowing about this evil thing inside me.
The reason why I demand your submission.
The reason why I won’t stop until I have it.
And it’s worse than even all that because I know the only way I’ll be satisfied is once I’ve broken your spirit, worn you down until there’s only a hint of the light I see in you, and you’re totally mine. ”
“Stop,” he demands.
But I can’t. “Everything they’ve said about me is true. I am truly a monster.”
If I weren’t, all this would repulse me, but I feel my cock pulsing inside him, filled up with the wickedness of my character, something he clearly notices as he locks eyes with me.
“What you’re describing is about power. Is that all you want?”
“As opposed to?”
“Opposed to? What do you think? We’re getting married. And you expect me to be faithful to you, never be with anyone else. You understand why this isn’t something I can go along with easily. Won’t either of us ever have any hope of finding love?”
“With each other?” I ask.
“That’s not what I meant. Just that, by creating this cage for me…and us…neither of us will be able to have that. Don’t you want that?”
He still won’t make eye contact, which surprises me because he’s the one who brought it up.
Love.
The word is so foreign to me. It’s not something I ever considered.
“I can understand why that would bother most people, but I don’t know that I’m capable of feeling. I don’t know that any of the Lordes are.”
“What do you mean? You don’t experience it? What about what you felt for your father?”
“I respected him. I was proud of him. I feared him.”
“Your brothers?”
“The same. But I don’t think love fits my understanding of anything I’ve felt. Do you?”
“Yes, I understand love. I’ve never felt it romantically, but I believe in it. I think it’s something I can feel.”
“For me?”
Maybe that was too direct a question because he sizes me up, then starts to rise on his knees, forcing me out of him. I grab at him, but he pushes me away, dismounting me.
He’s angry with me. Very angry. It’s in the air, a thick cloud of toxic smoke, as he slips off the bed.
For as much fun as we had, he doesn’t look like it, but like I spent all this time violating him.
“Logan,” I say as he finds his clothes, pulling his boxers back on slowly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I don’t know how you think that could have gone any other way. You told me you want to keep me in a cage, deprive me of something that makes life worth living.”
“I wanted to be honest.”
“If we’re going to do this, you need to get better at lying.” He bundles up his clothes. “I assume I can spend the night in another room?” he asks without looking at me.
Rage surges through me, makes me want to seize him and tie him to this bed and punish him for this fury he’s stirred. But this is my doing. He was so good to me tonight, and I fucked everything up. He has a right to spend time away from me.
And maybe it will help him process what I’ve revealed. Accept that this is all I have to offer him.