Chapter 30
Taste His Own Pain
Raven
Present Day - Grypheem
Levi has been taken. I am getting married in ten days. My body aches. My mind is a blur of chaos and pain.
And truly, without any doubt, I despise the High Priestess. I do not ever want to end up on her Isles, and if she does anything to Levi… Oh, God…
“Go to him, she’s gone for now.” Drago’s words snapped me out of my spiraling.
My feet propelled my body forward before my brain could catch up.
I never expected to find comfort in Griffin, but it was him who caught me as I launched myself onto him. It was Griffin who wrapped his bulky arms around me, who cradled me to him.
“Let’s go, not here.” It was Griffin who lifted me off of the ground and carried me from that hellish room. “Oleks, check on the others. You need to keep Enzo and Maverick out of sight, we are going to be watched like hawks from here on out.”
I couldn’t see Oleks, but his familiar scent wrapped around me as Griffin continued to carry me away.
“They took Levi.”
“Hush, we’re almost there.” Griffin hummed, speeding up his pace leading us back to his quarters.
When we made it, he slammed the door shut, but did not immediately let me go. Instead, he led us to the closet and shut us inside.
His breathing was heavy as he finally lowered me to the ground, but he held tight to me, his fingers gripping my forearms. “Raven. I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked.
My entire being was a pulverized mess of hurt and pain and aching. It felt as if my love was a toxin. First, my daughter. Then to Jayce. And now even Levi was a victim of it.
“They took him.”
Griffin folded me into his arms, forcing my head against his chest. “Let it out.”
The insanity of the last several weeks, of the last several months, of the last several years, it all piled one on top of the other.
My sadness turned to rage, to hot liquid lava. To acid that burned and destroyed everything in its wake.
I fought against Griffin, breaking free from his hold. In this instance, he was the enemy. He was the reason. He was to blame.
My fists pounded against his chest. “You gave me hope! I thought I could escape Violencia because of you! But it meant nothing! This place is worse!” My anger and grief were a swirling cyclone of destruction as the tendrils of insanity crept into my mind. As I unraveled.
“I know.” He grunted. “I’m sorry.”
His voice was nearly enough to stop me, but not quite. My hands continued to land against his sturdy chest, each punch slightly weaker than the last. My anger, a quick fuse burnt one too many times. I couldn’t even stay alight, my spark was gone.
I was a void.
A useless doll.
A fractured puppet.
Their fucking Cherished.
My hysteria bubbled up and out of me, I had been holding everything at bay. Levi had been a constant warmth, a reminder that Jayce and Sparrow would return, a bandage covering a gaping wound. But now he was gone.
Griffin reached up, cupping my much smaller hands in one of his, holding them in place. “Keep this anger. Let it propel you forward. Do not get lost in the agony of loss but rather endure it. Allow it to be your reason why.”
Ripping free of him, I relied on instinct.
Reaching up, I grabbed him by the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, and wrenched him down to me.
Forcing my mouth to his. My teeth latching onto his bottom lip as I attempted to rid myself of the residual buzzing of energy that pulsated within.
He froze for a single instant until one of his hands went to my waist, the other gripped my jaw. He fought for control, but I didn’t allow him, sinking my teeth further into him, drawing blood. My tongue lashed across the wound before I forced it into his mouth. Made him taste his own pain.
I wanted him to suffer.
I wanted him to feel good.
I wanted him to make me feel good.
I wanted to use him.
Reaching between us, I forced his pants down before I hopped up onto him, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He growled loudly into my ear before lining up and pushing me down onto his cock. I rocked into it, and he nearly lost his balance, tumbling back into several hangers of clothes. The items fell to the ground with a loud crash, but I didn’t care.
“I hate you!” I screamed in his face. “I hate this country!”
Griffin’s eyes narrowed as he snarled back at me. “Do you think I don’t hate myself, little girl? That I don’t despise it here?” And then he was snapping and rolling his hips, his cock pushing into me hard and quick.
The pain was edged with a sense of relief. I could focus my anger on him in this instance. I could let all of the suffering leave me through this. A conduit.
This could be the agony I focused on, not every other piece that threatened to drown me.
My nails dug into his back, hard enough to draw blood and my mouth found his neck. I bit down, my teeth offering no pleasure as I attempted to consume him. To be the wild animal this place had made me.
He roared his frustration as his knees buckled, this time he fell back against another wall, knocking off heavy coats and then he was throwing me onto them, his cock leaving me too quick.
I swallowed the copper in my throat, wiping the blood from my face as I stared up at him.
I expected Griffin’s anger, but instead all I found was a deep unsettling interest. An obsession that danced to life in his irises.
“You will be my fucking wife!” And then he was on me, sliding back into my sore cunt, pounding deep and hard into it as he balanced on his elbows above me.
His hair falling forward and mimicking a broken crown as he continued his rampage on me.
Perhaps it was my already sensitive body, or maybe it was the insanity of this moment, but it wasn’t long before I was shaking and writhing under him. Before I was mewling and moaning and groaning.
Before I was begging him to stop. Begging him to continue. Begging him to go again.
“Fuck!” The shout was sharp, directly in my ear.
A burst of noise that broke through my mindlessness.
And then he was falling on top of me, not gently, not careful to hold his weight. He was giving me all of him, he wasn’t holding back.
And in this singular instance, I realized something about Griffin.
He had told me from the very beginning what he wanted. He had made it clear.
I just hadn’t listened to him.
He wanted…
Me.