Chapter 26 #2
His choppy, obsessive thoughts fill my head, driving me wild. They are unfiltered, but he doesn’t care. He lets me hear them, and I love it.
Pulling back, he looks to me, his hand drifting across my throat and the slight scar from the collar that I can never remove. His eyes narrow for a moment, and I feel self-conscious when he steps back. I didn’t free myself fast enough to stop that scar, and now it’s there forever—a reminder.
Luan? I ask.
You never needed to be saved, Elara, nor do you need a shield. You need a weapon to wield, and I will be that for you.
I watch him in confusion. “What are you doing?” I ask out loud, horror dawning alongside desire.
As I watch, my name appears across his throat in big, Gothic letters, like a collar. I have no idea how, but it’s all I can see as he tilts his head back to let me get a closer look. “Every inch of me is yours, even my voice and mind. Now you and everyone else will know it.”
I look at my name tattooed on his skin like it was always there, and then I meet his dark gaze. You’re insane. I slam into him, kissing him again. I taste his moan as we crash back into the wall.
Touch me, I beg.
His hands slide possessively down my skin as he turns me, and I grab the shelving, my hands tightening on the metal as he presses to my back. He tilts my chin up, caressing my scar as his mouth brushes across my skin, licking my neck until I whine and push back into him.
Luan, Luan, please, I need you.
I know what you need. His teeth dig into my neck. I’ll give you everything. Hold on tight.
My hands squeeze the metal poles as he lifts me, and then he slams into me in one brutal thrust. The shelves rattle, and my head falls forward as he sucks and bites my neck, letting my body adjust to his invasion, and then he moves.
He pulls from my clinging cunt and thrusts back in, forcing a gasp from my throat.
So perfect, wet, and hot, so fucking beautiful. I don’t deserve her, but I can’t stop. I need her so much, need to feel her pleasure—
I silence his thoughts by dragging his head down and kissing him. Every inch of him surrounds me as I push back and take him deeper. The shelves rattle harder as we fuck hard and fast, knowing we could be caught at any moment.
Our lips break apart as we move harder, both of us panting as he drives into me, forcing my pleasure higher as words of encouragement and obsession fill my mind.
Perfect.
So fucking amazing.
Like heaven.
That’s it, take all of me. You’re doing so well.
My moan echoes around the room. I open my eyes, looking at the door through the shelves, hoping they won’t catch us.
His hand covers my mouth as he grunts. Quiet, cor meum, or they’ll find us and I’ll have to kill them.
The idea of them coming in here has me shivering, knowing he would do just that and never once leave my body. His vision fills my head, making me cry out and clench around him as I push back. My pleasure grows so intense, it blinds me, making me nothing more than an animal—one he controls.
Let go for me. I’m here.
His simple words throw me off the edge, and I scream into his hand as I come. He snarls as he fights my clenching body before his hushed groan of pleasure fills my ear as his cum fills my cunt. He holds me, us locked together, when my legs want to collapse.
Pleasure rolls through us both before finally ebbing, leaving me breathless and sweaty.
He leans into me, and I slump into the shelves, letting him hold me up, a smile tilting my lips. I guess that’s one way to pass the time. Speaking of . . . I turn and meet his eyes.
Are they gone? I think hard, hoping he hears me.
They were gone a long time ago. He grins at me as I blink in question. I just didn’t care or want this to end.
Shaking my head, I go to playfully slap him when he grabs my hand mid-air and presses it over his heart. I mean it. I didn’t want this moment to end. I never expected to be able to have you, but I will never forget this. If the last thing I ever do is have you, then I’ll die happily.
“No one is dying,” I grumble out loud. “Understood?”
He nods, kissing my hand. “We should get back. Your other men are growing concerned.”
He helps me dress before recapturing my hand and leading me from the cupboard. When I go to shut the door, I look into the darkness and know I’ll never be able to look at that space the same way, just like I won’t be able to look at him the same either.
I don’t know what will happen when we reclaim my court, I cannot think past that, but the notion that they will all be there doesn’t scare me as much as it used to.
We don’t run into any more trouble on the way back, and I let them check me for injuries before I sit. “We have our plan. We begin tomorrow. For now, let’s rest.”
“What happened to your neck? I want one,” Frost grumbles, and I look at Luan, who’s proudly showing off his throat.
Shaking my head at their crazy antics, I close my eyes as they argue over having my name on them, and I force myself to relax, knowing tomorrow will be here soon.