Chapter 33
Azur
S ublime, magnificent pleasure ate me up from the inside out.
As I unleashed thick ropes of come into my wife, every thrust made my engorged seal rub inside her tight cunt, making more and more burst from my cock. The pleasure was too intense. It was nearly pain. Yet I couldn’t stop. There was a primal need within me, urging me to drink, to fuck, to mark, to claim my blood mate. Mine . She was fucking mine .
I jerked, mindlessly continuing to slam into her with rough, long thrusts, hearing Gemma’s hoarse scream, feeling her dull little nails dig themselves into my flesh, anchoring me to her.
As if my seal wouldn’t do just that.
My first rage during the blood madness.
I never would’ve been prepared for its intensity. I knew this was only the beginning. This had nearly sucked out my entire soul. She had nearly sucked out my entire soul as her cunt had spasmed around my cock, tight and hot and slick and greedy, trying to drain me dry.
But already I felt the power of the berserker rage rise. I’d unleashed it to take down a kyriv . I’d been in awe—and trepidatious—of how easy it had been, when before it had taken intense, almost meditative, concentration, mingled with the lust for battle, for blood but also with fear.
With the kyriv , I had done it at will. Like a flipped switch. I was strengthened on Gemma’s blood. Her life’s soul was in me now. Our souls in the Nyaan realm were entwined.
I shuddered with the last of my orgasm and finally retracted my fangs from her neck, full and sated and yet ravenous. When I pulled back to look down at her, I saw her eyes were half-lidded, and she continued to pulse and flutter around my cock.
My hand went to her throat, gripping it softly, feeling her heartbeat against my palm. Her lips were parted, and I leaned down to lick her jawline, nipping at her flesh, rubbing my horns against her.
I maneuvered her neck back and trailed my lips to hers. Our tongues tangled. She could taste her blood on my tongue, but instead of disgust, she made a small sound that resembled a moan. Her shy exploration of my kiss made my knot throb between us.
I could already feel the wound down my chest was closed, the skin already mending itself though the blood would need to be washed away.
Not before I fuck her again, I knew. Now that this last barrier had been breached, I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop .
She gasped when she felt me thrust, testing her stretch around my knot.
Her eyes were wide, her pink, full lips parted. “A-Again?”
“Again,” I rasped, my voice practically grim. “I told you, wife. You won’t be able to walk for a week when I’m done with you. Blame that stubborn mouth of yours.”
She glared. Yet I felt primal delight when her brows furrowed in a different expression entirely when I reached between us, running the backs of my fingers against her sensitive clit. Gemma jerked, spine arching.
“Too much,” she whimpered. But there was a fire building in her eyes.
I growled. “Too bad.”
The swelling of my seal hadn’t gone down enough to truly fuck her the way I wanted. Until then, I’d hold her on the edge.
When I stroked her clit again, she ground her teeth together, but I didn’t miss the way she began to spasm around my cock. I didn’t miss the flush that spread over the tops of her cheeks or her breathy gasp when I pressed and teased the little bud of flesh, exposed to me since her cunt was still stretched so, so tight around me.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
“Is…is your rage over?”
I bared my teeth at her in a savage smile. “Does it look over?”
Her gaze flickered down my body when I went to my knees between her thighs, letting her see the hulking strength she’d unleashed within me. Her eyes widened. “How long?”
How long would the rage last?
“However long I want,” I rasped. Not entirely true, I supposed. Rages typically lasted a day, but a Kylorr could extend them up to two if they had the proper stimulation, if they were in the heat of battle, just like our ancestors.
This felt like a battle all its own.
A claiming.
A victory that I intended to take.
Come was beginning to leak from her body, running down my shaft. My knot was still throbbing, but some of the swelling had eased.
Experimentally, I gave a soft thrust into her slick heat. Her body shuddered and she gasped. I growled. There was a pent-up need flowing in my veins. I was about to unleash it onto her.
Going berserk always felt like a monster was coming out of me. A beast rising to the surface, a beast I embraced and let guide me. It was instinct. There was a film that glazed over my eyes as I looked down at my wife: her thighs splayed wide, her brown nipples puckered and tight, with a feral look all her own shining up at me.
Beautiful.
The monster inside me was ravenous for her. I wanted to drain her dry. I wanted to fuck her into the next realm, fill her womb with my seed, and lay my claim.
I should have been fucking her from the very beginning, I thought, easing my cock out of her, shimmering with our combined fluids. I blew out a long breath when I ran my hot palm down the length, holding the root of it. The cool air in the room rushed over my exposed shaft, making chills run down my spine.
Gemma groaned when I slapped my cock head on her clit, her body jerking, her thighs trembling. Slap, slap, slap. She huffed. The sound was obscene. Wet. Delicious.
“Learn this cock,” I growled, palming her hip, dragging her closer. “You’ll come to know it well, wife. You will take every inch of it with your cunt, with your mouth, with your tongue, with your hand. You’ll know it so well by the time I’m done with you.”
And even then, it will not be enough, I knew. Would I ever get this need, this lust, this hunger for my wife out of me?
I guided her hand to my cock. I hissed out a rough curse when I felt her soft palm close around the thick girth of it. When I let her palm go, she slid it down the length, testing the weight.
“Heavy, isn’t it?” I purred.
“Yes,” she said, biting her lip, her eyes practically glowing.
Her eyes were greedy on it, and that expression nearly made me come all over again.
“Lower,” I growled out, huffing out a quick groan. When her hand nudged my seal, I rasped, “ There . Squeeze my knot. Right there.”
Every muscle in my body twitched when she did as I ordered, a breathless curse flying from my throat.
“ Harder. ”
Gemma was watching me as she squeezed tight. A hoarse cry left me, my hips bucking into her grip. That grip was enough to make my fangs prod into my bottom lip, drawing a bead of black blood before I licked it away. She squeezed and then ran her fist up the long curve, making words rumble from me, words I didn’t even quite hear myself.
The haze was rising. The film beginning to cover my eyes as the beast burst from me.
I could smell my seed in her cunt. I could smell it as it leaked onto the rug, mingling with her own cream. I needed her again. And again. I wouldn’t be right until I was seated deep—and as her delicious blood flowed over my tongue.
In the blink of an eye, I had her flipped. Gemma cried out, surprised. She weighed nothing to me as I positioned her on her hands and knees.
With one hand gripping the back of her neck, pressing her cheek into the rug, and the other guiding my cock into her tight sheath, I groaned in satisfaction as I sunk deep. Gemma grunted. A savage grin came over my expression, one she couldn’t see. My prim and proper human wife. With her ass in the air and moaning into the rug as I fucked her.
I ripped the tie that held her hair in place, watching the glorious length of it fall around her. I wrapped my hand into that silky mess, and she moaned, rocking her hips back to meet my measured, deep thrusts. Not deep enough to get my seal inside her but deep enough to just tease the sensitive edges of it.
“Fuck,” I rasped, gritting my teeth tight. Her own pace was desperate, but her enthusiasm made my knot swell. “Fuck. Yes. ”
With one hand, I gripped her hip tight. Brought her back hard . I maneuvered my knees around her, spreading them wide for leverage.
Then I didn’t hold back.
“Oh gods, Azur !” she cried out, the sound muffled. “ More, more, more. ”
“You love this, don’t you?” I growled, hardly recognizing my own voice. “My greedy little wife. Raazos ’s blood, your cunt is greedy for my cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned. Feral little sounds emerged from her throat. I saw her hands scrambling across the rug, trying to find purchase. The force of my thrusts were making her knees drag across it. “Yes,” she gasped.
“Tell me,” I ordered. I wanted to look into her eyes as she said it, so I pulled her up, hearing her choked gasp as the change in position forced her even lower on my cock. Her back met my chest, which was still covered in my blood, and I nudged her knees wider. My hand wrapped around her lower jawline and turned until I could see half of her dazed expression. “Tell me. Now. ”
This was about her submission. She’d fought me before. Now I would demand it of her. I wanted her to be a mess for me. I wanted to make a mess of her.
This was a game we played. Toe-to-toe. It had been like foreplay before. I’d gotten a little thrill whenever she’d disobeyed me. Whenever she’d done something unexpected, giving me everything but her submission.
But now…
I was buried in her cunt. Now I would demand her obedience…even when her blatant disobedience made my cock even harder for her.
Her face was soft. Open to me. I felt a wiggling in my chest, a warm affection that should’ve made my guard go up. But it didn’t. Not when we were like this. Not when it felt like we were on the cusp of something fated. A fate we couldn’t escape.
“Tell me,” I ordered, though my voice was quiet.
“I love it,” she breathed, holding my eyes with hers. I nearly closed mine at her admission. In relief. In triumph. “ I love this. Please, Azur. ”
“You want more?” I growled.
“I want more.”
“You might regret your words by the end of the night,” I warned, shoving her thighs even wider, thrusting inside her to punctuate my words. My hands skimmed down her front, teasing her nipples, plucking them until she gasped, before my fingers trailed between her thighs.
A sob broke from her throat when I teased her clit. “It’s only morning.”
“ Exactly. ”
“Gods,” she whispered, her head lolling back until it rested against my shoulder.
Her whole body shook with my powerful thrusts. As I pounded between her thighs our flesh slapped together, so loud that I wondered if it could be heard down on the lower floors.
Never before had I felt this need. This driving, aching force that demanded I claim her body as my own. I thought I would be forever doomed to this rage if I didn’t fulfill that need.
“ Kyrana ,” I groaned, feeling my seal begin to swell when every thrust dragged her cunt closer and closer to it. A tease. A magnificent little tease. “More? I’ll give you so much more. More than you could ever want.”
A promise.
Or perhaps a warning.
Because after this, nothing would be the same between us.