Chapter 15 Brax
Brax
Talia’s rage-filled stare burns with anger, frustration, and a hint of melancholy, detonating with the promise to eviscerate anything in its path.
Awestruck by her beauty in this moment, the rosy flush of her cheeks, highlighting her high cheekbones and pouty, full lips, even as they’re curled in disgust for Mikah.
Talia—my little fox—is gorgeous beyond measure in this moment.
My chest tightens, fists clenching by my side, as unexpected jealousy throttles the walls of my ego.
Because how dare she give this level of emotion to anyone outside of me?
She can be angry and want revenge. I’d hold the sword at anyone or anything that threatens to harm her.
But how dare she look this level of beautiful and effervescent for this pond scum.
I only register he’s speaking to me when Talia’s avenging gaze lands on me.
“You have to promise to keep her safe,” Mikah chokes, blood leaking out of nearly every part of his body.
Talia gave him the full body treatment.
Glaring in disgust, I snap back, “What right do you have—”
“You have to promise,” Mikah barks. “Promise me.” He fights, trying to free himself from his bindings.
“Promise me. Promise me. Promise me.” He rattles the command and plea in a mixture of urgency I’ve only seen in the eyes of people who worry about the loved ones they’ve been protecting.
My hackles rise, the protective beast inside trying to claw its way out at the mention of potential threats against Talia.
“Promise me. I did what they said to keep her safe—you have to promise me.”
The desperation caked on his face matches the stench of it oozing from his pores. It’s thick like molasses and moves just as slowly, enveloping Mikah until he becomes feral.
“Promise me. I did what they said to keep her safe—you have to promise me.”
“Enough of this nonsense,” Talia shouts, picking up her bat, positioning herself until she’s ready to aim.
I match her, preparing to swing. She angles her body to swing up, and I prepare to slice downward.
Roaring, she swings with a force that rivals any goddess of war—fierce and wrathful, ready for vengeance.
“I’m finally free… but you should know, Tati—they’re still coming for you,” Mikah mutters, watching his end with the only good eye he has left.
And as if we planned it, Talia’s bat connects with Mikah’s head, and there’s a crunch of bone as blood spews from his mouth before his body jerks towards me, and I raise my sword.
“They’re already on their way. It’s too late,” he warns before I cut through his neck in one decisive swing, cutting through his neck. There’s still a remorseful grimace plastered on his face when his head hits the ground.
I watch as Talia stands, frozen—her gaze affixed to the spot where her dick of an adopted brother’s headless body remains tied. Although now it’s the rope holding his slumping form up.
“I fucking hate you,” she snarls. “I hate everything you and your sick, twisted, warped-in-the-head family have done to my family.”
The need to pull her into my arms and comfort her is strong, but I know she needs to be in this moment alone. She needs to purge the eighteen years of torment—even more if you count from the day her parents disappeared.
Not wanting to see her hurt, I move without a second thought, refusing to stop until I’m fisting her hair. Then I yank off the mask, hiding her beautiful face from me. Talia gasps as my lips collide with hers.
At first, she’s unresponsive, but is willingly in my arms. Once she finally succumbs, her lips melt into mine. My grip on her hair tightens when she tries to take charge.
Holding her in place, I slip my tongue into her mouth, and she groans, the sound shooting straight to my dick.
Wanting—no needing more, I release her hair and pull back, loving the sight of her blushed cheeks.
Before she can say anything, I lean down until my lips are by her ears, “I caught you now, little fox,” I state, lifting her so that her legs wrap around my waist until her pussy is in the perfect spot.
“Now I’m going to ensure you understand what it means to be mine.
” Then I grind my hips up while holding her, pressing my hard shaft against her clit.
“This needs to be quick,” she argues, but quick isn’t on the menu tonight—she is. And I intend to savor her.
Instead of responding, I silence her with my lips, pressing her back against the nearest tree. It just happens to be directly next to the tree where what’s left of Mikah is.
“I’m not kidding, Brax. We need to be quick.”
Tilting my head, I grin. “Why? It’s not like he’s going anywhere,” I snort, flicking my head at the headless Mikah. “None of them are.”
Talia laughs, and the sound of it blooms tight in my chest. It’s the first time I’ve heard it in real life instead of on some video.
The rarity of it makes it that much more meaningful.
And I make a vow to bring more light into her dark world.
Her kills can be grayscale—her life will be in technicolor.
Lowering my head, I nip her neck with every intention of leaving my mark where anyone can see it. When she curses and squirms, I know I’m stoking the flames of her desire. I need her to need this as much as I do.
Talia pulls back, her chest rising and falling, putting her glorious tits on full display.
But the stupid black tactical suit she’s in is preventing me from seeing her nipples.
Not wanting to accept the fact, I firm up my grip on her waist, then use my other hand to unzip her suit, only to be met with a damn sports bra.
“Must you have on so many layers?” It’s a nonsensical question, but I ask nonetheless.
“It unhooks in the front, crybaby,” she teases while unhooking it. “See.”
Full, firm breasts stare up at me, questioning why I haven’t made my move. Needing no further invitation, I pluck her dusky nipple before pulling one into my mouth. I groan at the taste of her, and she moans, burying her fingers in my hair.
Talia’s hips continue to roll, reminding me that while her tits are mouthwatering, my dick needs inside her. I prepare to lift my head when it’s her turn to hold me in place.
“Don’t move,” she orders, grinding down harder on my cock. It’s a beautiful reminder that while she likes to be dominated, she’s still very much in charge.
Happy to oblige, I swirl my tongue over the taut peak, nipping and sucking until she’s bucking, her ass raising and falling while bouncing on my erection.
Unable to resist any longer, I reluctantly release her nipple before unzipping the rest of her suit. I’m halfway tempted just to cut the bloody thing off her, but I don’t think she’d be pleased about that.
Pictures of angry sex float through my mind, and the temptation to test my theory rides me.
Not this time, Brax.
I internally chastise myself as I sink to my knees. Then I bury my face between her legs, inhaling her wanton scent before running my tongue along the seams of her already wet for me pussy. Then I rip the barrier between us and feast.
“Oohhhh shit,” Talia shouts when my tongue pushes into her entrance. “Th… is-s… s-s-s so uh… so f-uc-c-cking g-g-good.”
Wanting to hear more of her pleasured cries before she comes on my tongue, I reach up, finding her clit and slowly rubbing circles with my thumb.
I’m so lost in my meal, I don’t realize that Tati’s legs are wrapped around my neck until her powerful thigh muscles are clenching the sides of my head as she grips the strands of my hair, using them as leverage to control the tempo.
Usually, I would let her ride my face at the pace she wants, but not this time.
Licking a path to her clit, I smile at the unspoken challenge and silently accept the battle lines invisibly drawn in this new contest. Then, without saying a word, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, slowly sucking it into my mouth as I slip two fingers into her entrance.
I pump three fingers in and out of her pussy, curling up and to the left.
“Shit… shit… shit-t-t,” she screams, the last of the night swallowing up her passionate cries.
Nails dig deep, pulling my hair so hard, I’m nearly yanked away from my late-night snack. Talia rolls her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. But this time, she doesn’t get to fuck herself.
Lifting my head, I slap her pussy, “Be the dirty bad girl, I know you are, and take what I give you,” I state before filling my mouth with the taste of her again.
She whimpers, but doesn’t argue. “Then eat my pussy and shut up.”
I grin up at her. “I’m going to fill the bratty mouth of yours and fuck it until you behave.”
Talia chuckles, staring me in my eyes, her gaze never flinching. “I’d cut off your dick and feed it to you before I ever become pliant.
That’s my fucking woman.
From the very beginning, her bloodlust and fearless resolve called to my demons, allowing them to be free without any judgment. Together, we could eviscerate everything in our paths. But to make that a truth, I knew I had to irrevocably bind her to me forever tonight.
I am hers, and Talia is mine.