Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
A lexei
The priority is getting Anya home, and that is what I do first. There is plenty of scope in the pack for handling those who have been subjected to Dom’s torture. Many of our number are engaged in the rehabilitation of those who were held captive.
Anya is timid on her return. She clings to my side, and is afraid to be left alone. I have to reassure her that the creature who dared command her mind and take her from me will never rise again. She is the safest female in the world now.
“Alexei.” She presses close to me, our loins burning with desire for one another. We are reunited, but we need to be truly restored. I need to be inside her, and she needs to be claimed.
I kiss her deeply, thoroughly, and I lay her down on the bed. I am tender with her, I am soft with her. It is not what either of us want, though. Even in her freshly rescued state, Anya is not the type for gentle loving. She needs to feel my strength and my domination. She needs to be reclaimed from the experiences still lingering in my mind.
“Fuck me,” she begs. “Please.”
She is wet with arousal, coming from adrenaline and relief, the intense chemical cocktail of sensations that can only come when one has suffered. There is something perverse about it all, but I do not resist it. We both need this.
I slide inside her, my thick cock stretching her wide, giving her what she needs so very badly. Our flesh joins in a sacred grip, and we are finally reunited with a mutual moan.
The vampire put his claim on her in some way, and now I am taking her back. She is not some pseudo-daughter to be kept in a windowless room and dressed in anachronistic clothing. She is my mate, and I want to smell the scent of sweat and pheromones mixing as we fuck.
“You got yourself into trouble a long time ago, didn’t you,” I growl, tracing my thumb over her lower lip. “You ran away from me, and you ate something you shouldn’t have eaten.”
I see guilt in her eyes. I know this is a little harsh, reminding her that all we have been through originated in her reckless actions, but I can’t give her the fucking she needs if we simply sink into relief and pretend that all of this was some unfortunate plot from an evil vampiric genius.
Dom fucked with us, but that is because Anya’s actions made it possible for him to do so.
“Never again, Anya.”
“No,” she whispers. “Never again.”
I can feel her pussy clenching me, gripping me tight as if it never wants to let me go. She is desperate for me, just as I am desperate for her.
“You listen to me now. You obey me now,” I tell her, moving deep inside her with long, loving thrusts. “But no matter what you do, or what anybody else does, I will always come for you, Anya. I will always save you.”
Anya
Those words are true. I feel them to my core. Alexei is devoted to me in a way that no other creature on the planet ever could be. He loves me with a fierce dedication that erases every other obstacle.
I surrender to his cock, his kiss, his body, his mind. I give myself entirely to him, and I feel the last cold lingering fingers of the vampire’s control slip entirely from my mind. This is not just a physical reclaiming. We are not merely two lovers reuniting after a period of separation.
This is my mate putting his claim on every bit of me, driving evil out of my synapses, stamping his ownership on every beat of my heart, every thought in my head.
Somehow, I know Dom has been defeated. He already feels like a distant memory, not like someone who was able to puppet me, but like a footnote on a pamphlet I might have seen on someone else’s desk a decade ago. He is a memory, but one barely strong enough to register any kind of response in me.
Alexei is trying to fuck me free of my mental chains, but no matter how hard he thrusts, or how passionately he kisses me, somehow I still feel Dom inside me somewhere.
“Harder, please,” I beg. “Make me yours. Make every bit of me yours.”
“Every part of you is mine,” he assures me in a deep, masculine growl. But it’s still not enough.
“I need you to… you have to…”
“What?” He cups my face in his hands, his cock deep inside me.
“You have to make it hurt,” I blush. “I don’t think it will work unless I can’t feel anything except you.”
His eyes search mine for a long moment. “You want me to punish you?”
“Yes. Please. I was bad.”
“You weren’t. You were taken captive. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Yes, it was. Now fucking punish me for it, asshole.”
His head snaps back when I call him an asshole. That’s it. That’s what I needed to do. I have to rile him so he fucks me properly. Not with this passionate lovemaking, but in a rougher, more primal way. In a way that will drive every other thought out of my head.
He slaps me. A sudden burst of heat across my left cheek makes me gasp and stare at him as I try to process that he just did that, the tingling in my face a very clear and undeniable sign I did not just imagine that.
“Is that what you want?” He growls the question down at me. “Is that what you need? Rougher handling?”
Alexei
She nods, but I can see the tears welling in her eyes. Poor little thing. Her eyes are bigger than her stomach when it comes to rough play. I barely swatted her face just now, using just enough force to make her pretty cheek sting.
I thrust into her hard, unexpectedly reminding her that she is, in fact, still being fucked. I think she forgot for a moment. She remembers now, though. I feel her inner walls grip me tighter, and I see her eyes flash, and I know we are closer now to what she has needed all along.
“You are mine,” I remind her. “Nobody can take you far enough away from me to change that. Your body will still belong to me always, won’t it.”
“Yes,” she whispers as I draw out of her pussy slowly, all the way to the tip of my cock, and then slide back in hard and fast, pounding her in a series of relentless strokes that show no regard for her tender little hole. I am taking my pleasure from her, and she is giving herself to me just as nature intended for her to do.
I would be more tender, more giving, more careful, but that did not work. She doesn’t need a soft lover. She needs a master, an alpha. She needs to know that she has truly been taken. That is why I pull out of her pussy and slide her down the bed using the grip I have on her hair. I rise up onto my knees, my gleaming erection now at the same level as her eyes.
“Open,” I command, pressing my cock to her lips. I have not made her suck me before. It has never been important to me. There are other parts of her body I would rather breed. But there is something about having to suck a man’s cock that reminds a woman of her place, and that is why I urge her to part her pretty lips and then proceed to fuck her adorable face until she is bright red.
“That’s right,” I tell her. “You’re my little fuck-mate, aren’t you. All your holes belong to me, don’t they?”
“All of them?” she whimpers softly.
“All of them. All of you,” I remind her, giving her several more thrusts over her tongue, almost all the way to the back of her throat. “Now, are you ready for me to fill your pussy with my cum? Or do I need to keep proving a point?”
I pull my cock out after a moment of watching her struggle on it. “Hmmm?”
“I’m ready for your cum,” she blushes.
“Good girl.”
I pick her up, swing her around so she is on top of me, and I plunge her down onto my cock, which feels as hard as it has ever been in this moment. She is so fucking tight, and so very hot and so incredibly wet as I bounce her on my dick, using her like a toy, taking that pussy as if it is mine, because it is mine. She bounces so prettily, her breasts and her curves rolling with the motion of this hard, ruthless claiming.
She wanted it like this. Needed it like this, and I am more than happy to oblige her with all the rough handling her sweet innocent body can take.
My cock swells into the thick knot that will trap her in place until she is good and bred, and I pull her down hard, making her take every drop of my cum, just as I told her I would. In this position, it is easy enough to strum her clit as she sits locked atop me, forcing her through clitoral orgasm after orgasm, feeling her walls quiver and grip me with increasing desperation as I use her the way nature intended for her to be used.
Finally, when she can quite literally take no more, I let her lie on top of me, and I rub her back and I whisper soft words of praise into her ear.
“You’re a good girl, Anya. And you’re all mine. Never forget that. No matter what happens to you, or to me, you’ll always be mine. Forever.”