BONE ZONE
TRENT
Ishould’ve left the moment the shadows settled.
That was the plan—slip out, lock the night behind me, and pretend she didn’t make my pulse skyrocket. But Reverie stood there in the moonlit quiet, watching me like she could read every secret I’d spent years burying.
Since the ceremony, I’d made sure to be available to every member of this Faction. Answering questions and helping get information from council members. Not letting myself be alone with my queen.
I wasn’t worthy of her yet.
I knew it, and each one of my Faction brothers knew it.
Reverie’s parents despised me for holding Rue captive all of these years, and I didn’t blame them. They were trying for their daughter, and I was doing everything I could to show them that I’d changed.
Ever since the bonding ceremony, I’d slowly become more stable, and so had my abilities. I still had most of them, but my shadow ability had become my favorite. Oren wasn’t a fan of sharing his shadow daddy title, but that was just too fucking bad.
It didn’t help that Nathan and Zane loved to fuck with him about it on the regular.
You’d think that being his uncle and part of the same faction would be awkward, but it wasn’t, probably because we were pretty much strangers, with me having been in Aurathia for his entire life.
What I hadn’t done was allow myself to be alone with my Bellator.
She was a temptation I didn’t trust myself to resist. I wasn’t fully reformed, and if I’m honest, I probably never would be.
Denying myself wasn’t something I enjoyed.
I was trying for her, but hearing my Faction brothers enjoying her night after night was wearing down my willpower.
I’d made a point never to be alone with her. Obviously, she tricked the great Trent Storm tonight. I smirked at how far I’d fallen. This girl made me stupid, and I was here for it.
“Going so soon?” She smiled innocently, then dropped her wrap, revealing the pale pink nightie beneath.
Dangerous girl.
Dangerous to me, most of all.
“Reverie,” it emerged more as a moan than the warning I intended.
She stepped closer.
Her fingers brushed my arm—light, curious, trusting. She didn’t realize that one simple touch nearly broke down the last of my restraint. I felt my composure crack, like glass under too much pressure.
I lifted a hand to the back of her neck before I could stop myself.
Warm.
Soft.
Mine, whispered something feral inside me.
Her breath mingled with mine, her lips hovering a hair from mine, her heartbeat walking its delicate rhythm right into my ribs. I half-expected her to pull away.
She didn’t.
Of course, she didn’t.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I whispered—truth torn from a man who never gives any.
She closed the remaining space.
The first touch of her lips hit me hard. Not gentle, not hesitant. Desperate. Real. Her hands clenched in my shirt's fabric, pulling me toward her as if she needed me just as much as I’d spent nights pretending I didn’t need her.
I kissed her back, and the world narrowed to the heat of her body and the exquisite agony of finally touching what I’d been denying myself.
She tasted like temptation and redemption. Everything I wanted but shouldn’t take.
But Ancestors, I wanted.
I pulled her hard against me, a sound escaping me—half groan, half surrender.
I felt her answer it with her whole body, felt her melt into me like she belonged nowhere else.
Every instinct screamed to take more. To claim.
To let the shadows close around us and keep her with me, away from the others who had no idea how fragile she was, how powerful she was, how much she could break me.
At some point, I pressed my forehead to her collarbone, sucking in a breath that didn’t steady me at all.
“If I stay,” I murmured, voice unsteady, “I won’t be able to pretend I don’t want this. I won’t be able to pretend you’re not mine.”
She tilted my chin up—Ancestors, the boldness of her—and held my gaze like she could see the war waging behind it.
“Then don’t pretend.”
Those words detonated something inside me.
I kissed her again, harder this time, hands sliding along her back, pulling her closer as the restraint I clung to finally came undone.
She answered every touch, every hungry breath.
And though the night swelled around us—heated, tangled, breathless—I kept myself just this side of losing control completely.
Not because I feared her.
But because I feared what I’d do to the world for her.
Of course, my little Bellator wouldn’t accept that. She wanted everything and was determined to make me give it to her.
Taking my hand, she placed it on her breast, and I could feel the point of her nipple through the satin of the nightie.
Something deep inside me broke.
With a growl deep in my throat, I grabbed her and pressed her body to me as I took her mouth in a kiss that was more teeth and tongue than anything else. Too blinded by my want for her to be gentle.
I picked her up and carried her to the large bed in the center of the room. Leaning back on her headboard, I arranged her so she’s straddling my legs, pressing her center to my raging hard-on.
She’s soft where I’m hard, and the feel of her is going to be imprinted in my brain until the day I die.
My fingers wove through her long black hair, its silky strands slipping through my hand. I used it to pull her head back and take possession of her luscious mouth once more. Enjoying her taste on my lips.
She pulled free, and I think she’s changed her mind until she stands and pulls the nightie off her shoulders, letting it fall at her feet in a puddle of pink silk.
I think my soul left my body as I took in the milky white of her skin, framed by all of that thick midnight hair. Pink nipples pointed and stood proud, not ashamed of her desire for a monster like me.
“Don’t you think you’re a little overdressed?” Reverie smirked at me like I was some blushing maiden.
Fuck it, if I’m doing this, I’m going to show her that being a villain in bed might not be such a bad thing.
I stood, then reached behind my neck and pulled my shirt over my head in one smooth motion.
I saw her lick her lips while staring at my chest, and I smirked as I reached for the ties on my leather pants, loosening them and letting them drop to the floor. Stepping away from them, I stand there with my dick at full attention, allowing her to admire what belongs only to her for all eternity.
“This is your last chance to back out.” I stared into her eyes with all the love I have. “I’m willing to wait as long as it takes to prove that I’ve changed.”
She approached me, hips swaying, with those beautiful amber eyes glowing slightly. “We’re connected, Trent. I know your heart as well as I know my own. I never wanted perfection. I just wanted honesty, and you’ve given me that. I’m tired of waiting. Now, man the fuck up and give me what I want.”
I grinned, then used my shadows to pick her up and throw her on the bed hard enough that she bounced. The lady asked for honesty; the least I could do was give it to her in the bedroom.
I climbed onto the bed and lay flat on my back beside her, with my arms behind my head. She looked confused for a moment, then got up on her knees and crawled over me, straddling my thighs.
“So, you’re a lazy lover. I should’ve expected as much.” She narrowed her eyes and smirked.
I raised a brow. “Not lazy, just seeing what the other members of this Faction have taught you.”
My Bellator looked pissed for a brief moment, then resolve took over.
Damn, this might have been a bad idea. I didn’t want to embarrass myself. And with the desire I felt for her, that was entirely possible.
My hands stay clenched at my sides, even as she placed my hand on her breast once more and whispered, “Touch me.”
I pulled her down until I could suck her nipple into my mouth and lick it with my tongue, biting down gently.
She sucked in a breath even as she lowered herself down on my large cock, so tight she had to stop halfway.
I reached down and rubbed her clit with my thumb until she became wet enough to take me inside her completely.
“Fuuck, that feels so good, my queen.” I moan as she starts to slide up and down my length slowly.
She threw her head back and moaned my name as my shadows encircled her hips, enabling me to go deeper and savor how her body constricted around me. Her velvet walls seem to strangle me, eliciting growls and grunts from me that sound animalistic.
I want this to last, so I lift her off me and stand. Using my shadows, I raise her high and then position her on her knees at the bed's edge. Without delay, I thrust back inside her, making her shudder and moan as my pace quickened.
“Please, Trent, let me cum," my sweet girl moans as I let her get close, then slow my pace, trying to prolong this moment.
I can’t deny her anything, so I reach around, running two fingers over her clit, gently. Not using my shadows because I want to feel the evidence of her desire on my fingers.
I can’t resist the urge to taste her, so I withdrew and flipped her onto her back, burying my face in her sweet pussy, licking and sucking as I pumped two fingers inside her.
I can’t help the obscene noises I’m making because this is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.
Sweet, with just enough tartness to make it enjoyable. Just like her personality.
She began to twitch and moan and grabbed the back of my head, pushing me even deeper. It’s not long before I feel her tighten on my fingers, and her pussy gushes with her release.
I licked up every last drop, then flipped her over. She’s boneless and gives no resistance as I thrust into her so hard I have to use my shadows to pull her back to me and hold her still. As my movements sped up, she started trying to push back against me, desperate for another orgasm.
“My greedy girl. You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?” I stop my movements when she doesn’t answer.
“Yes, fuck, yes. Please don’t stop.” She moans out, desperate for my cock.
I resume my thrusts, my dick so hard that I could drive nails. I feel her body tighten as her back arches, and I know my control is done.
My cock erupts, and I black out, never having come so hard in my life, collapsing on her back. We both lie there in silence, just enjoying the connection.
Finally, I find the strength to clean both of us up, then wrap her in my arms before starting all over again, unable to get enough of this extraordinary woman. I doubt I ever will, even when we’re old and gray.
Hours later, when the fire had softened into something deeper—hot, steady, grounding—I held her close. Her breathing was slow against my chest, her body warm in my arms.
This should have been a victory for me… or maybe a disaster for her.
Instead, it was exactly what she asked for…honest.
“This changes everything,” I whispered into her hair.
And for the first time in a very long time… every part of me hoped it would.
The End