Chapter 39 #3
Every difference between the Fae and humans was clear in him. He was so powerful, so strong, his power flaring around us and crawling up the wall at his back, making the stone quake and wood groan as the rush of emotions made it spill from him. But not one drop of his death magic touched me.
He kissed me hard, fingers knotting in my hair as he bore down on me, the taste of my own pleasure on his lips making my heart riot in my chest because I had never known anything like this male before.
He was a force of nature, a magnet drawing me in, my opposite and my equal.
Everything in my body was screaming at me to lay my claim on him and never give it up no matter how little sense we might make in the world beyond this moment.
Any pretence at restraint fell away as he kissed me, any attempt to be gentle forgotten as he lost himself in the heat between us as certainly as I’d been lost from the moment his mouth had met with mine.
Hendrix gripped my thighs and shoved them apart before tugging me to the edge of the table, his mouth roaming from my lips to my throat.
The tip of his cock butted against my entrance and I bit down on my bottom lip as my body throbbed with a want so consuming I could think of nothing else.
I wound my arms around him, one hand fisting in his long hair while his teeth sank into a spot just beneath my ear and the other roaming up the wide plain of his back, his muscles flexing beneath my touch.
My nipples grazed the bare skin of his chest as we crushed ourselves together and then his hips were driving forward, his cock breaching my entrance and a desperate plea spilling from my lips.
“More,” I begged as he sank in to me, inch after inch stretching me open and finally finding his place at my core.
“So fucking wet,” he groaned into my neck, his fingers bruising where they drove into my thighs. “So fucking tight.”
I garbled some noise in reply but the feel of his cock pushing into me was taking up every beat of my heart, every breath in my lungs, every thought in my mind.
He was so big. It should have hurt for him to be stretching me the way he was, but he was right in praising my wetness.
My cunt was utterly soaked in anticipation of him and every inch that he conquered inside my body was nothing short of bewitching because it was casting me under a spell I never wished to wake from.
Deeper and deeper he pressed into me, his muscles bunched with tension as he forced himself to take me slowly, languishing in the feeling of my cunt welcoming him home.
When he was finally sheathed to the hilt, I released a heady exhale and he lifted his gaze to meet with mine.
“If you thought there was ever a chance of me letting you go before this, then know now that I never will,” he panted, drinking me in, holding me tight, his cock so deep inside me that I couldn’t summon words even if I’d been able to think of any.
“You’re mine, lightwing. And I’m going to show you how I plan on worshipping you from this moment until my last.”
A cry broke from me as he drew back then slammed into me again, the fullness within me sharpening with the thrust and everything inside me zeroing in on that contact between our bodies.
Hendrix cursed as he started to fuck me harder, the table beneath us thumping the wall and groaning beneath the force of his passion.
I clung to him, crying out with every thrust, my heels digging into his ass, my fingernails carving into his back.
Deeper and deeper he pushed, dust spilling from the walls as the mortar was knocked loose from the strikes of the table against it. He was frantic, feral and all-consuming in his lust for me, his mouth worshipping mine with a passion so intense it was bruising.
He drove forward again, knocking me onto my back and looming over me, his hands tangling in my hair, kneading my breasts, squeezing my ass and I was exploring his body just as desperately.
His cock drove into me so deeply that it forced the air from my lungs with each strike and I arched my spine up, gripping his ass to steal more and more of that divine pleasure.
“Bane,” I gasped between kisses and he pulled back, his pupils dilating at my use of that name, the one people hissed in curses all over Rathian, the one which had become a title more than a name. But I claimed it as I was claiming him. He was my bane after all. And one I so willingly clung to.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, taking my leg and pushing it over his arm so that the shaft of his cock rode over my clit as he drove it into me again. “You really will be the ruin of me, lightwing.”
I had no words for him because a few more thrusts in that position had me coming apart at the seams, my cunt so full that I could hardly bear the sensation of it tightening around him in climax, stars bursting before my eyes as I fell into the chokehold of the pleasure he demanded from me so thoroughly.
I cried out and he groaned, fucking me harder, faster, chasing my climax and forcing it to go on and on, ecstasy spiralling through my body and bursting from me in another explosion as he finally bellowed a roar and spilled himself deep inside me.
The table gave way with an almighty bang and Hendrix somehow managed to roll as we fell so that I landed on top of him, boneless and destroyed, his cock still buried inside me.
I collapsed onto his chest, our amulets tinkling as they tangled with each other, my cunt still pulsing around him, the echoes of that pleasure sinking into my bones where I suspected they’d linger on eternally.
Our ragged breaths filled the silence as his fingers painted intricate circles against my spine and as my eyes began to flutter shut, I noticed the way his magic was creeping up the walls all around us, making the tower groan and complain – though the structure still held its ground.
I wondered if it might all come crashing down on our heads while we slept. And I wondered if I should fear that dark power coming for me while I lingered in his arms.
But I didn’t.
In the cage of his hold, I found myself at peace despite all I knew of who and what he was.
And as the exhaustion in my bones called me towards slumber, I didn’t resist it.
Because Hendrix Bane may have been a monster to all of Rathian and beyond.
But here in the dark, where we were alone, barring the amulets knotted at our throats, I found I didn’t fear his claim on me at all.
I woke to the sound of Hendrix’s deep breaths, his presence in my space so very apparent as always.
I shouldn’t have found comfort in the knowledge that he was close, shouldn’t have been nursing an ache in my chest over the truth he’d shared with me or an ache in my body from the voracity of the possession he’d taken over my flesh but…
I lifted my head to watch him where he slept beneath me, neither of us having moved from the position we’d collapsed into after our fervid union.
I supposed he might have kept me close to make sure I’d be safe in the night – and that I couldn’t run again without his knowledge. But I found myself believing he’d kept me there in his arms without motive. Simply not wanting to relinquish the distraction we’d stolen with one another in the dark.
But now daylight was shining through the gaps in the shutters and reality had reared its head to peer at us once more.
I supposed I was his captive. But I wasn’t planning on running regardless.
I should have. Of course I should have. He was every foul and evil thing I’d feared for my entire life.
He was horrors and hatred and power no being should ever hold sway over.
But he was also the male who had saved me more times than I wished to admit.
The male who had held me in the dark to keep me from freezing.
The one who had hunted me through the trees when he should have been focused on the spirits.
The one who had ravaged my body with such heated desire that I knew I’d never find pleasure in the company of some mere human man again.
Not that I believed the way he’d unravelled my body had simply been because he was Fae.
It was because he was Hendrix Bane and I’d become his creature now, one way or another.
I was a fool for finding something redeemable in him but maybe that was just how it was.
I could accept such an assessment of myself, especially after having spent so many days in this forest. Of course he might have lied in the tale he’d told me but I found I didn’t doubt a word of it.
The raw emotion he’d expressed wasn’t something that could be faked and the truth was that he had good reason to covet the boon.
But so did I. And that was the one true divide left between us.
But whatever I may or may not be, and whatever we were to one another, the time had come for us to end the hunt.
We had four days left to unite the amulets at the heart of the forest and we could only hope that all of them had been won by one Champion or another because we were out of time to seek more ourselves.
I bit my lip as a gnawing fear started up in the back of my mind – Hendrix had won three amulets just as I had. I was counting on Rissa delivering the Serpent more than ever at this point and I still feared there was a chance that another Champion could have found more spirits than either of us.
Islasees was out there, hunting Champions and spirits alike with the aid of his heinous brethren. It was such a Fae thing to do. So underhanded and conniving. Rage ate at me as I considered the possibility of a bastard like him stealing the boon out from under me at the final moment.
I had to fight to regain my composure, reminding myself that there was a good chance he hadn’t found any more spirits and that, with Rissa’s help, I would have four to my name. It would be enough.
“Hopefully,” the Dragon mused and it did not sound at all convinced.