Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
EUN
Horror filled me.
Her small body trembled underneath me, her tight channel still gripping me with soft pulses.
Every moment played through my mind, how she had come in, the sight of her breaking through, creating cracks of light of need into the madness of my withdrawal.
I had teased her instead of attacking her, driving her to desperation until she presented herself to me, then she had clawed and screamed as I took her, mounting her without any precautions, spilling my seed directly into her.
I was still in her, my length blocking her entrance, my knot thick and lodged inside of her so none of my seed could escape.
The aftershock of my release was like a bucket of ice water being poured onto my head, shocking me the rest of the way out of my feral state to the reality that I had taken Leija as mine.
I'd knotted her.
I'd bred her.
I looked down at the top of her head, lifting my upper body up enough to see the arch of her back, the small sweat beading there, the way the thickest of my strands was under her hips, holding them up at an angle to best receive me.
The smell of our combined desire was thick in the air.
I could taste the sweet nectar of her arousal as the tip of it still gently stroked the little nub in between her lower lips, petting her, coaxing her body to stay in that position so that my seed could slide even deeper into her, aided by gravity.
The sight sent another shudder through me, and I felt another burst of seed leave me, my balls emptying to fill her as she lay positioned to take every last ounce of me.
I shouldn't be doing this.
My hand flexed on her hip, gripping her, holding her in the position pinned beneath me.
I should pull out and drag her into the bathroom to try to wash my seed out of her.
My mind raced through the worst-case scenarios in the sudden flash of fear and fury.
She had enticed me when I was most susceptible.
Was this a trap?
My mind ran back over the events, seeing them again from the cooler clarity of my more lucid, yet panicked, state.
Had she enticed me, deliberately waiting until I was maddened by the blood lust so she could steal my seed?
But she was under me, in a position where she had no control or power over what happened.
I had taken her, deliberately, forcefully.
She hadn't tried to seduce me; she had just tried to take care of me.
Every step forward was taken by me, and the fact that I had come on to her with such a focused intent while I was lost in bloodlust was unheard of.
I'd treated her like she was another predator I had chosen for a mate.
Was this some scheme, some plot by my parents to get the heir from me that I had refused to provide?
But how could that be? She wasn't the one they wanted me to marry.
She was a prey species. They wouldn't have planned something like this; they wouldn't have thought it was even possible.
They would have assumed I would kill her rather than mate with her.
They would be furious if I bred an illegal prey species, not delighted. She couldn't have been hired by them.
Another, different wave of fear rushed through me, shifting my thoughts away from the improbable scenario of her possible deviousness.
I'd just put her in danger.
As long as she had no rights, she had no protection from my parents.
The desire to protect hit me like a sledgehammer, an instinct so natural it had only been slightly held back by my post-nut existential terror.
There was only one solution.
It took every ounce of my willpower to even want to pull out of her, the tight sucking of her channel gripping me so hard it bordered on pain simply because of how much I wanted to thrust back into her, my every instinct demanding that I stay right where I was, keeping her in that position and thrusting into her until I spilled my seed again and again.
I had to fight against the intense desire to keep going.
I focused on getting my knot to relax, to release.
I pulled out as gently as I could, and she let out a soft cry as I finally popped out.
She lay there on the kitchen counter, her entire body limp, my seed beginning to ooze out of her.
I grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water before returning to gently wipe her, softly caressing her. First, I had to take care of her. I had mounted her with all the viciousness of my bloodlust, taking her hard.
I needed to take care of her, to atone for how I had brutalized her.
"Eun," she murmured, putting her hands down on the counter as she wiggled back to drop off over the edge and put her feet on the floor.
Even as she did, I scooped her up off her feet and carried her to the washroom adjoining her bedroom.
I carried her to the shower, turned on the water to a comfortable temperature, and carried her into it.
I let go of her legs, intending to set her down on her feet, but she gripped my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist instead.
As her soft, wet mound brushed against my lower abdomen, I froze, my cock bobbing up to brush against her backside, waves of lust spilling over me as I thought of thrusting back into her, pushing my seed back inside her, and adding more to the mix.
I couldn't do that.
As desperately as I wanted her, as much as I thought of her as mine, she hadn't agreed to be mine.
We weren't mated in the eyes of the law.
My urge to breed her was unacceptable, a foul urge of a deviant predator trying to take and keep what didn't belong to him.
I needed to help her clean my seed out of her and then do everything in my power to get her off this planet.
Then she clamped her knees against my side and lifted her hips up.
She tilted her face up to mine, and then she pressed her lips against mine, the delicate softness of them a torment.
I groaned as I leaned her back against the tile wall, following the pathways her mouth carved against mine, tasting her tongue as it slipped in between my lips and traced the edges of my fangs.
She reached down between our bodies and gripped my shaft, angling it against her opening.
I was lost in her.
I slid back inside of her with a deep thrust that caused her to gasp against my lips even as my body curved, bending over to kiss her and fuck her at the same time.
Then she pulled away, her face pressing against my chest, her arms gripping my shoulders like a lifeline as the wet slaps of our bodies filled the room, my frantic thrusting creating a staccato rhythm against the spray of the water that coursed over us as I pinned her back against the shower wall and took her.
Her channel was clamping down again, and I was so deep inside her, my seed spilling from me again, my knot swelling to lock us together again as she screamed my name and clawed at my back with her blunt nails, her wrists tangling in the thick strands of my hair as I pinned her there and took her.
We panted in the stillness together before I slid slowly down to my knees, carrying her down with me.
She sat in my lap, impaled on me, her arms trembling on my shoulder, her forehead against my chest, the water running over both of us, and I knew I couldn't pretend anymore that I could hold myself back from her.
There was no stopping. I was going to have her over and over again until we were both exhausted and her body had no choice but to quicken.
"Leija," I murmured her name, and the sound of my voice caused her to look at me with her pleasure-clouded eyes.
She smiled at me, the expression so soft and gentle, a vision of fragile vulnerability, that it broke my heart.
"You're mine," I told her, unable to express the love and terror that filled me all at the same time.
"Yes," she said, her eyes a reflection of my own joy and fear.
Then I pushed her back down against the floor of the shower, my body shielding her face from the water as I mounted her again, completely lost in the urge to breed her.
And there was only one way I knew how to keep her safe.
Only one way to keep her mine.