Chapter 21
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
The local city was just an hour’s flight away.
We buy more clothes and eat a nice meal during the day while Elara plans her next move, but she keeps looking at me.
I can’t bring myself to comfort her, even though I know she needs it.
I’m too busy trying to gather my courage for what I must do tonight.
Last time, she let me feed from her, but right now, she needs all the strength she has to fight for her court.
I cannot drain her, and we both know it.
Even if I could, I would not force her into that corner.
Just because she had sex with the others does not mean she will have sex with me, and besides, if she ever comes to me, I want it to be for pleasure, not necessity.
I can do this for her.
Before long, we reach a club. I’ll find someone in there to feed from, but as I head inside, sickness fills me.
I feel a sense of déjà vu, but unlike last time, there’s a steely strength in my spine.
I am doing this for Elara. The music’s beat only makes my head hurt, and the scent of lust and sweating bodies makes me scrunch my nose in distaste.
My skin feels too hot, but I need to do this.
I promised her we would get her court back, and we are travelling there after this, which means I need all the strength I can get. She’s relying on me. I need to be dependable. I need to be her warrior.
I turn away from them, leaving them to their own devices as I stride over to a booth at the back. It’s empty, other than some discarded glasses on the table, as I slide in and wait.
My prey won’t be far behind me, but as the first woman approaches, I feel more like the prey than the predator. I don’t even spare her much of a glance. It doesn’t matter what she looks like.
“Hi, I’m Kar—”
“I don’t care,” I interrupt as I meet her bland eyes. They don’t shine like Elara’s, and I don’t sink into them. There are no ghosts or power there, just lust.
She flips her hair over her shoulder and pops her hip out, making me sigh. “Can I buy you a drink?” she asks.
“No, but you can come here,” I tell her as I crook my finger. Her independence wars with her desire before she bounces into the booth, scooting over until she’s pressed against me.
“Do you like the way I look?” she asks, fluttering her lashes. “I noticed you watching me since you walked in.”
I let her think whatever she wants, since it means nothing to me. I only need her for what she can offer, which is energy.
“You’re not very talkative, are you?” she flirts as she moves closer, gripping my chin so she can turn my face to her and away from Elara.
“That’s okay. We can do something else.” Swinging her leg over me, she blocks my view of the club as her dress rises, exposing her bare cunt.
I can see her lust, and nausea rolls through me.
As I look up at her, I feel my jaw jump as I try to hold back my disgust, but when she leans in to kiss me, I turn my head away.
“No kissing,” I tell her, and she looks put out for a moment, her eyes narrowing before she shrugs.
“Fine, we don’t need to kiss. Do you want to go somewhere private?”
“No.” I lean as far away from her as I can. “Get to it.”
She looks unsure for a moment, looking around, but I let her decide. There are others who will be willing if she isn’t, but I’m not going anywhere alone with her. Her hands slowly rise to my shirt, as if to undo it, but I knock them away.
“You don’t need to touch me,” I warn her.
Memories crowd my mind of exploring hands, chains, and forced pleasure and lust, but I do my best to blink them away as I reach down and unbuckle my trousers, freeing myself.
I’m not even hard, so she’ll have to make it work.
I look at Elara again, and my body instantly reacts.
I focus on her, on the curves of her body as she leans into Luan and says something before her eyes meet mine.
Even from across the club, the reaction is instantaneous.
My body wakes up, every part of me alert until I’m leaning in, trying to cover the distance.
I wish it were her hand covering my cock. I wish it were her touching me.
I’m doing this for her, though, so I can get through this. I’ll just focus on Elara and pretend it’s her. I won’t look at the woman or give life to the memories crowding my head.
I don’t know what Elara sees in my eyes, but she surges to her feet and crosses the room quicker than I can blink.
The woman touching me calls, “What the—”
Elara pushes her away and yanks to standing. Shoving myself back in my trousers, I let her drag me through the club. The light touch of her hand in mine gives me the ability to breathe again. I can see past the memories, and all the sickness disappears, replaced by true desire.
I don’t even know where we are until I’m pushed back into a locked door—a bathroom, I realise, and it’s empty bar us.
“I fed from Eversor and Corbin, and I can feed again. You can feed from me,” she snaps, offering a solution as I blink at her owlishly.
“No, I don’t want you to force—”
I stop speaking as she shoves her hands into my pants, and a hiss escapes my lips as her perfect fingers wrap around my cock and stroke me, replacing that woman’s touch with her own. My eyes roll back in my head, desire coursing through me.
“You’re not forcing me. You’ll feed from me or not at all, is that understood?” She squeezes my cock until I nod, her tone leaving no room for argument. I want to drop to my knees and carve open my chest to prove my loyalty.
She is all I want.
She lets me go and slides her hand from my trousers.
The loss causes me to rear up and reach for her.
I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her, and I can’t hold back, not this time.
I need to know what it feels like to be wanted for more than my body.
I need to know what it feels like to experience true pleasure that is not forced or taken.
Gripping Elara’s chin, I drag her to me and kiss her roughly. “Touch me,” I beg.
Her hand slides into my shirt, her nails digging into my skin, and I groan as I back her up into the sink.
I set her on the counter, not breaking our kiss as she rips open my shirt.
Her intentions are clear, and unlike last time, there is nothing stopping us now.
We are not just caught in the eye of the storm—we are the storm.
I hear buttons fly everywhere, but I don’t care as I shove my hands under her jacket and into her shirt, gripping her sides and the soft flesh there before palming her breasts.
Her moan fills the dim, cosy bathroom as she arches up into my touch.
“Ami,” she murmurs, her voice musical. Her skin emits a soft glow as her powers rise to meet mine.
Desire, lust, and power clash, yet her eyes are serious when she looks at me.
“Are you sure? I do not ever want to be something you regret.”
“I could never regret you, Elara. My body, mind, soul, heart, and power are all yours, have been since the moment I met you. This is the only time I have ever been sure about anything and anyone, just as I’m sure that if you don’t kiss me right now, I will die.”
Her lips tilt in a warm smile, and then she leans towards me, her lips finding mine. The kiss is soft at first, unhurried as she explores my mouth. It’s my first kiss—well, my second, and she is both. It was the only thing I managed to keep for myself, but now I gladly give it to her.
I sway into her as her soft hand slides up my neck to my face, tilting my head before deepening our kiss.
Her tongue dances with mine, demanding more, and with a groan, I give it to her.
I press her thighs wider and guide her down until my hard cock is pressed against her jeans, making her gasp into my mouth.
I swallow the sound as my left hand traces up the side of her beautiful body to cup her breast again, squeezing and massaging before focusing on her nipple.
I twist and pluck until it’s ripe and red, then I break our frantic kiss and suck the tight bud into my mouth.
Her cry fills the air, her back arching as her hands land on my shoulders, tugging me closer as her hips tilt, grinding against me.
I wish I could go slower and be soft, but I need her too much, and with the hunger riding me along with the drip of her frantic desire, I cannot contain myself.
Popping my mouth free, I give her other perfect breast the same treatment, feasting on the sight of her.
She’s so incredible. Her silky, buttery skin is alight with her power, and her chest and cheeks are stained the same rosy hue as her nipples as she writhes for me, seeking release.
Sliding my mouth down, I suck and lick her curved sides and stomach before stripping off her jeans.
As expected, my powerful Elara lifts one of her legs and props her foot on the sink, letting her biteable thighs drop open to expose her rosy, wet cunt as her head falls back.
There are no more words spoken between us.
We are nothing but animals, entities of lust and life coming together as I drop to my knees.
My hands squeeze her silken thighs hard enough to bruise, and then I kiss her cunt like I kissed her mouth, watching her body’s reaction even as I taste it.
Her desire and magic grow, flowing through the air and urging me on, and I gladly follow its guidance.
Licking her pretty cunt, I savour her whines and moans, and when I nudge her clit, she practically comes off the sink, so I anchor her down as I lick and suck around it.
I tease her until she snarls my name, and then I suck it like I did her pretty nipples.