Chapter 17
Lynn
His eyes never left mine. Not as he retrieved a box from under his bed, not as he produced a black rope to secure my hands to the headboard, not as his inked fingers curled around the dark handle of a knife and ran the razor edge along the waistband of my leggings, setting my heartbeat rioting.
He only broke eye contact when the knife pricked my skin just below my hips, his stare fixating on the tiny sliver of blood.
A violent pounding began between my legs when Cobra lowered his head, his mouth finding the broken skin, tongue dragging a broad stroke along my skin, close enough that my clit ached. I barely even noticed the sting.
He stabbed the knife into his mattress hard enough to make me jump, a shriek leaving me as my heart clattered into my ribs.
“You just ruined your own mattress,” I pointed out breathlessly.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he growled, moving so quickly there was no warning before his tongue lashed my clit with relentless flicks, making me strain against the ropes.
It wasn’t the first pleasure I’d felt since before that nightmare place—I was hesitant to admit I’d returned to my room after some of our bickering arguments to desperately touch myself—but it was the first I’d been given by another person.
I went completely breathless. I’d expected pain and torture, and I was unprepared for it to feel so good so soon.
A near-feral growl came from him. Ruthless hands spread me wide, dimpling my skin, leaving bruises behind as he ate me like a man possessed. That growl shivered over my skin, vibrated into all my nerve endings, and the climax hit me so suddenly, so brutally, that my whole body locked.
By the time I floated back to Earth, my muscles had slackened, an unfamiliar lightness to my chest, and all the anxiety I carried around with me like heavy baggage had been swept away.
I didn’t know why that woman fled his room, because this was pure heaven.
I barely felt it as Cobra yanked my legs as wide as they could go, winding rope around each ankle until I was completely bound. Fear fluttered but never bloomed into true panic, the chemicals in my brain good for once, instead of out to kill me.
“Stay fucking still,” Cobra warned, ragged with a growl.
He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes a shade darker than normal, his stare burning my throat, my chest as it heaved under my black bra, my stomach as breaths made it hollow, and then my bare pussy, slick and hot and eager for more.
I hadn’t felt like this in months. Years.
I wondered if my eyes darkened, too, as he ripped the towel from his waist and threw it into the bathroom.
The ink that covered his body flowed all the way up his thighs, a wolf’s open mouth snarling on his upper thigh, and I swore I saw even a tiny tattoo on the base of his cock before he strangled it with his fist.
A tremor broke through the happy chemicals flooding my brain, but I was safe here with Cobra.
I would have trusted him even without a safe word, but all I had to do was say the word princess and it would all end.
I’d been thinking of our early gaming sessions, and the way I teased him when he chose Princess Peach, but there was something about the little flare in his eyes when I said the word that made my heart thud into my ribs.
I wish I knew what he’d been thinking, but I wasn’t brave enough to ask.
“Do not move,” he warned in a voice that froze me, the response visceral and automatic.
And yet I couldn’t stop looking at him, hungry for more tattoo discoveries, for the parts of him usually hidden from me.
I always returned to those unfathomably dark eyes.
This was Cobra like I’d never seen him before, a predator staring out at me through the eyes of my friend, and a little zip of warning went down my spine.
This is Cobra, and I trust him, I reminded myself, my heart clattering when he crawled onto the bed between my thighs, the rope stretching my legs wide for him.
The brush of his thighs to mine made me jump, and I gasped at the deadly warning that flashed in his eyes, something truly psychotic, something so dark I’d only seen it in one place.
I asked for this, I reminded myself. I spent months dreaming of this.
And even with that darkness in his face, I was soaking wet, my need dripping out of me.
“I spoke to Giant,” he told me in a stranger’s voice. “I know you’re completely healed, so I’m not going to hold back.”
“Good,” I breathed, my heart frantic, a matching flutter moving through my inner walls.
His hands slid up the outside of my thighs, rasping and delicious. His fingernails dug in and he dragged his hands back down, the scratches making me gasp. “What’s your safe word?”
I swallowed, my mouth dry. “Princess.”
His stare fixed to my pussy as he gripped his cock, moving close enough that I saw the tiny tattoo was a dagger, and then he was inside me all at once.
A cry ripped past my lips. It wasn’t pain but it was a lot, and the burning stretch was so sudden, so merciless that I could only gasp, my bound hands curling into fists.
He wasn’t even all the way in. I couldn’t see where our bodies met, but I knew there was more, and he proved that by dragging his cock out and thrusting hard, until he was all I could feel. His hand spread across my lower belly, pinning me to the mattress as he worked himself deeper.
I could say my safe word right now, and it would all end.
But I was sensitive from my orgasm, and as rough and intense and overwhelming as it was, it was…
good. I’d never felt good even once in that barn.
I’d been too full of rage, too overcome with pain, sickened by the vile growls and potent scents and unwanted touches. My body had locked down.
But as Cobra fucked me, each thrust easier, better, I did the opposite of lock down.
The tightness gradually bled from my muscles, my body slack against the bed, my arms hanging limply above my head.
My skin tingled under his hands, goosebumps spreading across me, and his fingers splayed as if they would follow their path.
“Good,” Cobra grunted, adjusting his angle and somehow finding an extra inch of his cock to stuff inside me. “Good fucking girl, taking me balls deep.”
I narrowed my eyes. I’m not your fucking good girl.
He gripped my hips in both hands, buried to the hilt, and held eye contact the whole time. Looks like it to me.
His fingernails bit into my skin, more scratches lashing my hips this time, and the abrupt sensation made my mind trip and fall into a memory.
Other hands on my hips, holding me still as the alpha ploughed into me from behind, sharing a laugh with the man in the stall beside mine. Told you she’d get wet for me.
It had been blood that time, and it was the scent of it now, I realised, as I whiplashed back into the present to find Cobra’s hand around my throat, his face inches from mine.
I gasped and reared back but the pillow trapped me beneath him, the way he was staring at me, seeing into me, too much for me to handle.
“Keep your eyes on me.” His hand tightened, thumb and fingertips pressing cruelly into my throat.
Desperation clawed at my lungs, my face hot, lips parted as I gasped for air. Cobra tightened his grip further, until I croaked.
“Eyes,” he growled. “On me.”
The moment I looked into his eyes, his fingers lightened, thumb sweeping a touch that was almost approving, almost comforting.
He ground his cock inside me, holding my stare captive even as he found a spot that made me tighten around him. With my eyes on Cobra’s, I knew where I was and who I was with.
He didn’t take it slow, didn’t let me catch my breath. Once he’d located my weakness, he drove his cock into it over and over, that darkness in his eyes like ink and venom, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle fluttered in his cheek.
But he had his hands on me. Cobra, who touched no one and allowed no soul to touch him.
His skin was hot against mine, his palm like a brand as it moved to my breast, squeezing like it belonged to him, like I belonged to him.
The heat rekindled inside me, and I throbbed around the thickness of his cock, my back arching when he squeezed my nipple, overwhelming my system with a mix of pleasure and pain.
A deep grunt sounded when he pulled on my nipple, and it surprised me to realise I’d made that sound.
“Fight me,” he rasped, barely above a whisper, some of the darkness in his eyes bleeding into the command.
Nerves rippled through my belly, but it was a challenge, and I’d never once turned down a challenge.
I arched my back again, bucked my hips, but all that did was slide him home, all the way inside me, and my eyes rolled back.
I was there, right on the edge, a bright rush of feeling in my chest. Adrenaline but sweeter, exhilaration and unease merging into a kind of high I’d never felt before.
Darkness poured into my mind, and I saw the barn, felt foreign, unwanted hands on my body, fat fingers in my hair dragging my mouth up for their use, but I was too close to release for the memories to do anything but slow its approach.
My nipple pulsed, abused by Cobra’s fingers, and that grounded me enough that I felt the orgasm build, hot and powerful and as charged as an explosive. And then all at once, he stopped moving, and the pleasure cut off.
An ungodly, animal growl poured from me, my pleasure ripped away.
“Eyes the fuck on me. Now, asshole.”
If my hands hadn’t been bound, I would have grabbed the knife and held it to his throat until he moved inside me, until he fucked me over that edge into oblivion. My hips rolled of their own accord, but the friction wasn’t enough. I focused my eyes on him for a second, then glanced at the knife.