Chapter 17 #2
Skin slapping against hers, she welcomed him into the cradle of her thighs.
Legs straining as she opened them wider to accommodate his bulk.
She hummed and trilled for the male, her fingers tracing the bunching muscles of his back as she urged him on.
The simmering heat surged. Growing hotter with every swift return of his glorious length battering something so deep inside of her, she thought no one but the Gods had touched it before.
She gloried in his savage rhythm, her moans twining with his vicious growls and grunts above her.
Pleasure unlike anything built within her.
Stacking higher and higher until she teetered at a precipice that would have scared her had he not urged her to even greater heights.
Leon buried his face against her neck, fingers caught in the tangled locks of her hair as he growled out demands for her pleasure.
“Give it to me,” Leon barked above her, his hand stealing between their bodies to strum the bundle of nerves.
Pinching and twisting at the delicate flesh to send her soaring as the fire raged within her.
Too much to send her over the edge, but not enough to make her give in.
“You come on my cock, little one. I want this pussy gripping my knot.”
The very words thrilled her, their forbidden use crackling down her spine as she arched against him. His thrusts became erratic, pounding into her as something swelled larger. Worked in and out of her tight entrance, she whined. It was meant to be inside.
Then it was.
Leon roared as he slammed deep inside of her, grinding in until the knot was caught behind her pubic bone. Head bowed, teeth bared in a snarl, he abused that tender bit of flesh between her lips.
It was perfection.
Elena’s scream spiraled through the air as she came undone.
Pleasure shattered over her, the blissful surges snapping through her limbs as her spine sharply bowed.
Jostling and bucking under the too much sensation, she gave him what he wanted as she fell apart.
Slick muscle twisted over his length, wringing the knot as she contracted over him.
He filled her with his come, the hot liquid bathing her insides with searing heat.
His name was on her lips as she fell back into the bed.
Leon wasn’t done with her yet. His smile was too sharp, the edges of it cutting as he laid his body over hers. Crushing her into the bed, he continued to pluck at her clit. Forcing the pleasure to soar before it had even finished.
Before ecstasy stole over that small part of her that remained aware, Elena thought this wasn’t bad at all.
Three days later, she’d changed her mind.
Leon had become violent in his rut, and she was no better.
Their bodies were decorated with the deep gouges and red rimmed circles of their passion.
Hands that had once been gentle now pinned and bruised, holding her in the positions he wanted her in as he attacked her senses with overwhelming bliss.
It was when he had her on hands and knees before him that Elena sensed the change.
Something was wrong, the tension too high as he slammed into her from behind.
His hands bruised her hip and shoulder, dragging her back into every brutal thrust as his rhythm became savage.
Still she found pleasure there, offering him her moans and trills as she hung on.
It built in jerky snaps, the crackling edges of ecstasy searing across her vision as she clenched around him. Swollen and tender flesh became overly sensitive, adding another layer to the blissful high she rode as she grunted and pushed back to meet every forward movement.
Leon strangled her cry as he gripped her neck, hauling her up to her knees. Kept her off balance as he bent over her back, sliding their sweat slick skin together. Painting her with his scent as he growled and snapped at her shoulder.
Real fear tried to make headway, to bank the simmering heat, but to no avail. While deep inside her mind she wailed, her mouth opened on a trilling moan as he struck deep and caught the patch of skin between neck and shoulder with his teeth.
She offered him more, moving her head aside as she gripped his arms for some semblance of balance. She clung to him, depending on his strength to keep her upright as he drove into her harder and faster. A bruising tempo that had Elena screaming out for more.
When his hand delved between her spread thighs to thumb her clit in vicious circles, he wrenched the orgasm from her body. The pleasure exploded, soaring through her body as she bucked within his too tight grip. His hand at her neck strangled her cries, but the lack of breath only increased it.
“You. Are. Mine,” Leon growled against her skin before he bit down on her shoulder. Hard. Crunching through muscle, melting through flesh. His teeth sunk deep until blood flowed freely around the stretched lines of his lips.
Jostling within his too tight grip as the heat rolled through her in simmering waves, she screamed at the vicious pain at her shoulder searing across her chest and arm.
When the knot swelled, caught deep within her, her body contracted over it, wringing it for every hot surge he bathed her insides with.
Sating that hunger for just a moment as Elena went limp in his arms.
Elena’s gasp faltered into a low whine of pain as she shifted on the bed, the sticky sheets plastered to her skin. Fingers ghosted over the agony centered on her shoulder, brushing against a heavy patch of gauze taped there.
Angling her chin, she tried to view it, only catching the edges of bloody splotches that made her feel queasy and uncertain.
Bright light filtered in around the rumpled sheets and blankets surrounding her, declaring she’d slept through the morning, and it was well on its way to afternoon.
She began crawling from the sucking drifts, intent on going to the bathroom when a heavy arm curled around her, dragging her back against a mountain of heat despite her protests.
“Go back to sleep,” Leon husked against her ear, his leg twining through hers as he tucked her snugly against him.
“I’m not tired.” Elena tried to suppress her shiver and failed, shoulders hunching against the warm wash of his breath against the back of her neck. She felt too exposed, too raw, and needed at least a few quiet moments to pick up the shattered pieces of herself. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Leon groaned as he rolled to his back, ignoring Elena’s whimpers as he dragged her on top of him. Splaying her out over his body, he kneaded the taut lines of her back before palming her backside.
“Please,” Elena whispered, avoiding his searching gaze as she tried to make herself smaller. Everything hurt, and she did not think she could withstand it if he mounted her now.
“All right then, but hurry back.” He offered her a lop sided smile, letting Elena clamber down off of him to the floor.
Elena stumbled into the bathroom, coming to a crashing halt as she caught her reflection.
Surveying the damage done to her body. Haunted hazel-green eyes, hair sticking up in every direction.
Tears blurred her reflection in wavering lines until they spilled over her lashes.
Clenching her teeth over the ugly sounds grinding in her throat, she rushed to turn the tap on full force at the sink.
Her first mating had left her in ruins.
Bruises and blood littered her body along with the crusty remains of his seed where he’d rubbed it into her skin.
So much like what he’d done to her before, only during her heat she’d hummed while he did it, purred for him as he spread it in thick lines.
It caked her from head to toe, hair a gnarled mass with the stuff where patches of flaking white drifted from the dark locks.
A sob slipped free as she rushed to the shower.
Turning the knob, she bit back her shriek as the water pounded against the gauze taped to her shoulder.
She hadn’t the stomach to look at how badly he savaged her, the breadth of her pain having visions of gory wounds dancing through her head.
Snatching up the puff, she doused it in the first bottle that came to hand, scrubbing away the tacky remnants with vicious strokes.
His scent enveloped her, rising up on the waves of steam.
Another sob slipped free as she scoured her body all the harder, trying to rid herself of everything that was him.
She could still feel his mouth on her. His hands, his touch doing things to her she had no words for. The way she’d fallen apart again and again under his direction. Begged for it. Pleaded with him to give her what she needed.
Elena was shivering under the scalding spray, scratching at her scalp when she felt the prickling sensation shiver over her neck. She turned her head, eyes wide and showing too much white as she saw he stood there.
The relaxed posture of his hulking frame was a warning, the small smile a surgeon’s knife ready to lay waste to her very soul. He waited for her just beyond the steamed glass, a lazy predator homing in on his kill.
Then she felt it. A flutter, a spark, deep in her belly. Her gasp brought to her the subtle change in her scent, no longer buried beneath his.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered.
“I know,” Leon said, crossing his arms over the wide expanse of his chest as he continued to watch her.