12. Chapter Eleven
Controlling this human facade drains my energy around Fitz. Sometimes, I’ll catch him staring at me in ways that have me wondering if he can truly see me. That can’t happen.
I’m running out of energy to maintain this form. It’s why I need Fitz to go ahead and fall asleep. This is the longest I’ve tried to hold the disguise, and the attempt is draining me.
It’s been about an hour since we sat down on the couch. Fitz is fighting to stay awake. His head keeps bobbing. The jerking of his head always wakes him up. It’s absolutely adorable.
“Do you need anything?” he asks in a sleep-drenched tone.
Just you.
“No. I’m—” Thunder rolls above us. I yank the blanket to my chin, forgetting I’m a mixture of lethal creatures, and hide myself away from the storm. “—I’m fine.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Holly. If lightning strikes, I’ll stand in its way so it can’t touch you.” He brushes his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ears. Fitz yawns, scratching his chest. Those doe eyes I love so much become heavy. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” he says on the brink of sleep. The words are slow and barely a whisper. “I’ll protect you.”
“But who will protect you?” I ask in return, memorizing the sharp edges of his face.
He doesn’t answer me. Sleep’s power finally drags him to the darkness. His chest rises and falls in slow even rhythms. I poke him in the middle of his chest to see if he will wake up and he doesn’t. His head remains tilted back with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Finally.” I stand, watching as my arms fade from human to my natural state. I roll my head over my shoulders, groaning as a few joints pop into place.
A strong itch has me bending down to scratch the scales on my legs. The more I scratch, the worse the itch becomes. Extending my talons, I apply more pressure, dig deeper, and groan when I finally get relief.
But when I look down, dried scales dust the floor where I stand. I know it means I need to be in water more, but how often? There’s too much to keep up with when it comes to these creatures who make my identity now.
I stare down at Fitz and the desire I’ve been swallowing all day burns my body from the inside out. Placing one knee to his left and the other to his right, I straddle him.
I love how fucking good he feels under me. Gently, I rock myself over his thick cock.
Fitz grumbles in his slumber. I know he feels me, and I know he wants me. I can sense it in our bond even though he is fighting it. Why is he not giving in to me? I don’t understand. I have a prime human form I take due to the woman I killed. She is pretty. I know I could put her skin on, walk into a bar, and have my pick of any man.
I don’t want any man. I want Fitz. So why won’t he give himself to me when he is awake?
“We’re going to have to change that, Doe Eyes. I can’t keep the human form that long anymore. It drains me of all my energy.” I scratch my legs again, wondering if being in a form that isn’t mine is what is drying out my scales so fast.
“I want you so much.” I run my fingers through his hair, the need to mate with him becoming stronger. I bend down, licking his bottom lip before dragging my tongue to his ear.
He tastes like rain.
“I want to know everything about you,” I tell him, kissing the delicate skin just below his jaw. “Let me in, Fitz.” I slip my hand under his shirt, sliding my palm across his abs. “Let me give you the sweetest dreams.”
I sit up, watching his eyes open to take on a glowing purple hue. A sly smirk tugs the corners of my mouth.
He’s mine now.
“Such a good boy.” I lift his shirt up, tug one arm through, then the other, and toss it to the side for me to take home later.
He’s never getting his clothes back.
His body is on display and my fangs lengthen, wanting to mark him on his neck. I want his blood. My mouth waters for it and I don’t understand why. I don’t need blood to survive. The scientists would have told me that much as they collected their data.
My nails scrape up his torso. His skin pebbles from my touch and his cock hardens to full mast under me. I cage his head in with my arms, staring into his handsome face, and immerse myself in his dreams.
I want to see what he sees. I want to feel what he feels. I want his experiences to be mine.
What I see brings tears to my eyes. “Oh, Fitz.” I graze my knuckles across his cheek, hating to know that even in his sleep, he doesn’t even feel peace.
He can fool everyone else with his kindness, but it’s only armor to cover up how broken he is on the inside.
“You’ve burdened yourself for so long. It’s okay. Let me have your burdens. I’ll carry them from now on.” I lean forward, pressing my lips against his. I close my eyes, relishing in the soft give, the sweet taste of wine still lingering on his breath, and his stubble scratches my chin.
I press my forehead against his, holding my breath when I sink deeper into his dream.
I’m inside a mansion. It’s one of those houses that swallows you whole with how big it is. The ceilings are high. Floor-to-ceiling windows line the wall to give a gorgeous view of the gardens.
It’s pouring rain. No lightning. No thunder. Just rain beating against the windows.
The same man who came to visit him at the shop is yelling at Fitz and if I could kill him right now, I would.
People in dreams can’t be killed. In real life? His father is on my list along with the list of women who dared to touch Fitz.
“You’re nothing to me. Do you hear me?” his father yells at him, towering over him in height since Fitz wasn’t done growing. His dad’s hair is slicked back with streaks of black and silver. His eyes are a cold dead blue, nothing but bad intentions fill them. “You’ve never had what it takes to be a Wallsworth. You’re weak.” He shoves Fitz in the chest before rearing his fist back and punching his own son in the face.
I growl so loud that if Fitz wasn’t locked in my succubus trance, he’d wake up.
Fitz takes the hit and barely moves. He stands strong like a statue. He wipes the blood from his bottom lip and scoffs, throwing his own punch so fast, that his dad couldn’t prepare himself.
He hits his old man so hard, he stumbles, trips over a very modern coffee table, and lands on the couch.
“Fitsgerald!” his mother scolds, holding her husband as if he is a baby. “What has gotten into you? How dare you hit your father.”
“How dare I hit him?” A manic laugh leaves young Fitz. “You are just as bad as he is. You can’t even see how terrible of a man he is. He has his venom injected so deep inside of you, that you can’t see him for what he really is. He shoved and punched me. Over wanting to protect Heather, you know, your daughter!” He points to a girl behind him who is sitting on a recliner.
She’s sobbing quietly. Her cheeks are wet with tears. Her brown eyes match Fitz’s with the same dashing of freckles across her nose. This must be Heather. The two took after their mom because they look nothing like their father.
Small favors I suppose.
“She is no daughter of mine,” his mother hisses. “She’s nothing but a wild whore. She knew better than to get pregnant. We taught her better than that. We have rules. We have a reputation to uphold. Do you know what it would look like for us to go into society with a pregnant sixteen-year-old daughter?”
“Because then you’d see how much you failed at parenting,” Fitz shouts. “How dare you—”
Heather sniffles, grabbing his hand. “It’s okay, Fitz.”
“It isn’t okay. It isn’t okay,” he repeats, taking her hand in his. “Accidents happen. I don’t care what these uppity fucks say, you aren’t a failure. You aren’t a problem. You’re my sister. I’ll take care of you.”
“Take care of her? How the hell are you going to take care of her and a baby at your age? Do you know what people will think?” His dad blubbers, wincing when his wife places a handkerchief against his lip to stop the bleeding.
“That’s the difference between me and you. I’m willing to be what you two aren’t. Good. And I don’t care what I have to do to make sure Heather is okay, but I’ll do it.”
“You won’t make it a week without us.”
“Go pack your bags, Heather.” Fitz helps Heather to her feet.
“Fitz, I’m scared,” she says, sounding so much younger than sixteen.
He wipes the tears from her cheeks, giving her that familiar charming smile I love. His dimples show, making him appear so much younger than eighteen. His hair is shorter than it is now. His face has a youthful plumpness to it that doesn’t stay as humans age.
“I know. Everything will be okay. I’ll make sure of it. Go pack your bags. We are leaving as soon as possible.”
“She isn’t going anywhere. She is a minor. You can’t take her, or I will report you for kidnapping,” his sorry excuse for a father sneers. He laughs from the couch, pushing himself up to stand. “You have no power here. You have always been weak. You’ve always been a doormat. You’ll be nothing without me. People will walk all over you until you are pressed into the fucking dirt. Your kindness will get you nowhere in life. Kindness doesn’t make money.”
Fitz steps into his father’s space, narrowing his eyes at the older man. “Kindness builds community, loyalty, and love. Everything good comes from that. You can keep your wealth when it is attached to such evil and stupidity. Go ahead and call the cops. I’ll tell them everything illegal you have ever done. I’ll take you to court for custody.”
“You couldn’t afford it.”
“You’d be surprised at what I can afford. Fucking test me and see. Stay the fuck away from me, from Heather, and from her child. You are pathetic. You’ll never get to know your grandchild.” Fitz shakes his head with sadness and disappointment in a slow gesture as he steps away from the man he called his dad. “I know you don’t care and that’s fine. Maybe that’s why I care so much because I grew up in a home where nothing—not even your own children—were cared for. Have a good fucking life you sorry piece of shit, human being.”
I’m lost in the hatred burning in his eyes.
“Get the fuck out of my house,” his father seethes. “And take my whore of a daughter with you.”
“Gladly. I’ll give her the life you never could. I’ll give her a life full of everything you emotionally are unable to give.”
“Wait. Wait! No, let’s…let’s talk about this. There must be an agreement we can all come to.” His mother wipes her palms on her white skirt as she stands. She walks around the coffee table, placing herself between Fitz and his father.
He looks just like her. The same color hair, eyes, and freckles. It’s obvious they are mother and son.
“We can… we can get Heather’s issue taken care of. Then, we can be a family again.”
From the shadows, I watch Fitz’s face turn from hatred to disgust. He steps away.
“Fitsgerald, please—” his mother tries to reach for him, but he shrugs off her attempt.
“You two are monsters. How dare you talk about that without Heather in the room? That isn’t your decision to make.”
“The hell it isn’t my decision,” his father bellows, tucking his hands in his pockets. He turns around, strolling the bar at the other end of the room. The walking dead man pours himself two fingers of scotch, downing it in one swallow before pouring another glass. “She’s a minor. I’ll find a doctor to do it. Everyone can be bought for the right price.”
“I’m not doing that. I’m not getting rid of my baby.”
Fitz rushes to Heather’s side, taking her bags. “No, they aren’t. If that’s not what you want, that’s fine, Heather. That’s okay. You aren’t alone. You have me.”
“I want my baby, Fitz.” Heather’s bottom lip trembles as she tries to hold in her emotions. “I know—” she swallows “—I know I messed up. I know I got pregnant too young. I know that. I—”
“—Who is the father? Certainly not that boy who helps his father with the garden,” Their mother asks with a laugh.
Heather doesn’t look away ashamed. She stands tall and proud.
Good for her.
“So what if he is? He is nice. He loves me,” she says.
“What the fuck do you know about love?” his father roars, stomping his way across the living room to confront her. “He got what he wanted stupid girl. He wanted an easy piece of ass, and he got it. Why do you think he hasn’t been around?” He raises his hand to slap her when Fitz steps in front of her, taking the hit.
A tear rolls down my cheek, debating if I should continue to invade such a private dream. I can’t seem to stop when it comes to my mate. I want to know everything. He didn’t deserve any of this and neither did Heather.
There’s a malicious glint in his eye as he takes a swig of scotch.
“What did you do, Dad?” Heather questions in a horrified whisper. “What did you do to him!” She screams, trying to push Fitz out of the way.
“He’ll never be a problem again. You’ll get an abortion. You and your brother will stay here. We will be a family. Fitz you’ll be the heir to the company. That’s the plan.”
“Fuck you and your plan.” Fitz becomes nose-to-nose with his dad. “We’re leaving. You have no heirs. Not anymore.”
His Dad punches Fitz again, the skin-to-skin contact has me gasp when a burst of blood flies from my mate’s mouth through the air. Fitz laughs, spitting blood on the ground.
“Is that all you’ve got? I’ve taken better hits from my girlfriends.”
I growl, not liking that mention. Now isn’t the time or place for jealousy.
His father hits him again.
And again.
“Stop it! Stop, you’re going to kill him!” Heather sobs.
Fitz takes hit after hit until he can no longer stand, falling to his knees only to receive a hard kick in the gut.
“Fitz!” Heather screams at the top of her lungs.
His dad grips him by the root of his hair and my own hand slips across his head, rubbing the same area his father controlled him by.
“How do the hits feel now?” He shoves Fitz down to the floor, rearing his leg back.
Fitz begins to jerk underneath me. With every kick he takes, his body tenses and spasms.
“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” I whisper into his dream. “You aren’t there, Doe Eyes. You’re safe. You got your sister out. You did it. Follow my voice, Fitz. Come to me. Let me take care of you.”
The nightmare fades from his father, morphing into a beautiful sunset.
I’m able to breathe again. He’s safe.
“Oh, Doe Eyes. I can’t see that again. You scared me. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I promise to make them pay for what they did. No one touches you like that. No one will ever put another hand on you. Only I’m allowed to touch you.” I drag my finger across his jaw. “And I promise to never harm you with my hands. My only want in this life is to make you happy, to give you everything you could ever want.”
I seep into his new dream, wanting to prove to him just how good my hands can make him feel. “I’ll work my entire life to erase the hate he gave you with my love.” I drag my hand down his chest then back up, my body aching for more of his body.
Now isn’t the time but I have no choice. I need his come to survive. It’s my succubus nature. Especially, now. I have my mate, and that knowledge only makes me hungrier for him.
In the dream, he is sitting on the tailgate of his truck, watching the sunset. The sky is painted in reds, yellows, oranges, pinks, and purples. The sun is a glowing circle lowering itself behind the mountains.
I sit on the tailgate next to him and he turns his head to me, his hair curling just above his brows.
“You’re back. Did you miss me?” He wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me to his side. He buries his nose in my hair and inhales. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. Is this your favorite spot?” I ask, placing my hand on his thigh. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah. I come here when I need peace. I love all the colors in the sky. The sunset reminds me that the day is nearly over, and tomorrow is a fresh start. This day will be considered the past as soon as the sun rises again. I get to be a better person than I was yesterday. I sit here and numb my mind. I try to think about all the ways I can be better instead of all the ways I have failed.”
“You haven’t failed, Fitz.” I prompt him to look at me, smiling at him with all the love I have in my heart for my Doe Eyes.
He sees me for me. My fangs. My horns. My body. My tail. Nothing is hidden and I’ve never been looked at the way Fitz looks at me. His gaze, his attention, it’s as if I’m the only person in the world that matters to him in this very second. I’m addicted.
“You’re the most extraordinary man I’ve ever met. You’re so kind and considerate. You have nothing but good inside you. You’re so much better than me. If you knew…”
He cuts my sentence off by kissing me. Fitz cups the back of my head, his tongue gliding across mine.
In real-time, he is kissing me as if he isn’t dreaming. What does surprise me is the movement of his arms. His hands are mimicking the way he is kissing me in the dream. His cock is hard, and the impressive girth has me gasping as I rock back and forth.
Falling into his mind again, I press him down in the bed of the truck. I imagine a blanket under us, and it appears along with a few pillows. He rests his head, slipping his hand to the back of my neck, controlling how deep our kiss is. He moans and I swallow his sounds, feeding every creature who lives inside me now.
A vision slams into my mind, forcing me to break the kiss. It’s Fitz, surrounded by four men at the garage after it's been closed.
All men have weapons. They attack Fitz at the same time, launching themselves at him. He swings and fights, but his father pulls out a gun.
The loud crack of a bullet has me gasping, opening my eyes to stare down at Fitz. I check him all over for wounds, my eyes blurring with tears.
Did I just witness my mate die?
“No. I refuse. I won’t lose you to him. I’ll be there. I’ll protect you.” I taste the salt from my tears as I kiss his swollen pink lips. Needing him more than ever now. Being this close isn’t enough. Being inside his head isn’t enough. Having him inside me isn’t enough.
I need more.
“I won’t lose you to him,” I say against his lips. “He almost took you once.” I slip my hand down his cheek. “This time, I’ll be the one to take him to the depths of hell for you. I’ll do anything for you, Fitz.”
Closing my eyes, I fully give myself over to the dream.
We kiss until we can’t breathe. We’re groaning and gasping. I rock against his cock, my tentacles wanting to be freed from the sweatpants. His hands roam up my shirt, fingering the chains attached to my nipple rings. He tugs them, once, twice, and I moan, arching my back.
“Fitz,” I mewl his name. “Do you want me?”
“So fucking bad, Wildflower. Give me what I need. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything? Only good boys say things like that.” I kiss down his chest, sucking one of his nipples into my mouth. “Are you my good boy, Fitz?”
He tugs down his pants, his fat cock slapping against his stomach. “I’m so good. What do I need to do to prove it to you?”
“Undress me.”
He rips the shirt from my body, then pulls my pants down, and off. His sweatpants are wrapped around his ankles.
In reality too.
I gently lie Fitz down on the couch, smirking when I straddle his face.
“Be a good boy and lick every tentacle. I want to feel your tongue inside me before I ride your cock. I’m so hungry for your come, Doe Eyes. Will you give it to me?”
“Fuck yes, I’ll give you whatever you want, Wildflower. I’ll fucking paint you with my come and lick it off if that’s what you want.”
I gasp, playfully covering my mouth with my hand. “Why would I have you lick it clean?” A tentacle wraps around his throat, tightening until his face turns red. “When you can just spit into my mouth so I can be full of you in more ways than one.” His eyes roll to the back of his head, my tentacles unraveling from his throat.
He gasps, licking his plump lips. His eyes water from being choked and a tear slowly drips from his lower lash line. A tentacle swipes it away from his cheek and I’m able to taste the warmth along with the salt.
Delicious.
My tentacles reach for him, forcing his mouth open. One wraps around his tongue, two others spread his mouth wide, sliding in to feel how wet and warm he is. Those doe eyes roll back again as my suckers massage his tongue.
“Suck,” I order. “Be my good boy and make me come down that throat.”
He palms my ass, using the flesh as leverage to yank me down onto his face.
“I don’t want to smother you,” I groan when he sucks the tip of my tentacle, lavishing it in his spit. He hums, sucking me like I would his cock. “Oh, Fitz. That feels so good. You’re a filthy boy, aren’t you? You love having a monster fuck you.”
He slowly nods, slurping a tentacle down his throat as if I’m a meal he can’t wait to eat.
Back in reality, he is doing the same thing. His hands remain on my ass, gripping me so hard, I’d think he might be awake. The purple shine from his eyes says differently. He licks and sucks like he is conscious too. Now, I’m wondering if my invasion in his mind is working.
It has to be. If he saw me, he’d push me off him so fast.
“Sit down, Wildflower. Smother me with that pretty cunt. I want to feel those suckers on my tongue.” He gives my ass a smack and my tail slithers up his legs.
He spreads his thighs, but I continue up his body, allowing it to push between my pussy and his mouth.
“Watch me, Doe Eyes. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Do you understand me?” Curling my tail inward, it glides through my lips becoming soaked in my arousal.
I moan when I press it inside myself. I slap his chest, digging my claws into his pecs. To my surprise, Fitz sucks a tentacle into his mouth again. His fingers find my clit, giving it hard and slow circles.
“Fitz.” I increase the speed of my tail fucking me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Wildflower. Are you going to come for me?”
“No.”
He spanks me again, growling with my tentacle between his lips. The vibrations travel through the suckers, zinging the nerves of my clit.
“Why not?” He releases a tentacle with a soft pop before paying attention to another.
I yank his head back by his hair. “Because I want your tongue deep inside me when I do. I’m going to stain it with my come so every time you speak, everyone will know you’re claimed. That you’re mine. That you belong to me.” My tail slips from my cunt, drenched in my ink, and it glides down Fitz’s cock.
He is so fucking thick. I love that it isn’t long and huge. It’s perfect. He’s perfect. He fits me just right, stretches me wide until he takes my breath, and makes me come harder than any other man ever could.
Without warning, without ease or consideration, I push my tail between his legs, shoving my tail into his tight hole.
“That I own you. Me. No one else.”
“Fuck, oh fuck, Holly. Oh my God,” he cries out, clenching around me.
The voltage of lightning outside shines light through the windows, illuminating Fitz’s body. It shines from the light sheen of sweat. His hands roam my body, tugging on the chains attached to my nipple piercings.
Oh, he loves this.
“You feel so real,” he moans, bringing me back into his mind.
I plunge my tail in and out, loving the pinch of pleasure in his face. The space between his brows crinkles. His eyes become so expressive. They round in shock before rolling back again. He bites his bottom lip, groaning every time I brush his prostate.
“I’m as real as you want me to be, Doe Eyes.” I settle over his face, lowering myself to his mouth. “Make me come. You aren’t allowed to until I say. If you do, I won’t show up to your dreams for a week.”
“Holly,” he practically whines. “I’m already on edge. I don’t know if I can hold it back.”
“You better if you ever want to see me again,” I state with a hard bite. “You’re talking too much.” I shove my tentacles in his mouth, filling it to the point that his lips are as wide as possible. “Your will is mine. So if I say wait to come, you fucking wait, Fitz.” I yank my tentacles free, spit dripping from every sucker.
His lips are swollen and wet. “Whatever you want, Wildflower.”
“Good boy. Now, take a deep breath. I’m going to suffocate you.”
His eyes become glassy as his face turns hungry. His hands are locked onto my ass, gripping them so hard, he will leave bruises behind. I’ll have his mark on me, and I can’t wait. My mate doesn’t wait for me to sit. He urges me forward, shoving me onto his face.
“Fitz!” I cry out as his tongue plunges deep inside me.
He moans when my tail hits his prostate which has me tossing my head back, shouting to the gorgeous sunset sky. My tentacles suction cup to his cheek and neck, helping bring him closer. His nose brushes against my clit, and the teasing pressure has my wings expanding.
His eyes widen and his desire for me becomes stronger. I smell it.
“You like my wings, Doe Eyes?” My question is breathless and needy.
I stroke my feathers, plucking one from the root. I drag it over his chest. “Do you think I could make you come just by doing this?” I stretch my arm back, tickling the tip of his cock before dragging it down the gorgeous plump shaft.
He whimpers into my cunt; his tongue freezes deep inside me when I caress his cock with the feather.
“Mmm. Fuck. Don’t stop.” His words are muffled by my pussy.
I continue all my assaults. Fucking him with my tail, teasing his cock, and his pleas for more has the warning signs of my orgasm becoming bigger.
Rocking my hips against his mouth, my suckers stick and massage his tongue.
“You’re so good with your mouth, Doe Eyes. You’re such a good fucking boy.” I toss my head back, my body tensing, my suckers secreting my ink when my orgasm slams against me.
I drop the feather from my grasp. “Fitz. Oh, fuck, Fitz. I’m coming. You’re such a good boy making me come. You feel so good. Drink me. Drink me down. Fuck. Oh, God.” I roll my hips wanting to extend my pleasure.
Glancing down, black iridescent ink drips from the corner of his mouth, down his chin, and he gulps me down as if it’s the best drink he has ever had.
“Good boy,” I praise him, stroking his chest with my talons.
His big brown eyes light up with joy, giving my ass one final squeeze. I slide from his mouth, his lips, tongue, and teeth black from my ink. I bend down, licking his lips clean.
“Do you like how I taste?” I kiss his succulent lips, nipping the flesh with my fangs.
“I want more. You’re my favorite flavor, Wildflower.” He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing in and out through his nose. His bicep is flexed.
Curious, I look back to see him gripping his cock so hard that the tip is a deep shade of red.
I can confirm he’s squeezing his cock outside of the dream as well.
“What do you think you’re doing, Doe Eyes? Don’t strangle that pretty cock. That’s for me to do.”
“I’m too close. I’m going to come. The taste of you was too much.”
“What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t give my good boy relief?” I purr, kissing down his chest.
“Please,” he begs through broken breaths. “Please, Wildflower. Please,” he continues to ramble and plead. “I’ll do anything. What do you want? I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you. Please, make me come. Please,” he practically sobs, fisting the blanket under him.
I kiss down his chest, shifting my tongue into a tentacle, leaving small suction marks all over his torso.
“You look so pretty decorated by me,” I croon, licking the valleys of his abs.
His fingers brush through my hair, holding it away from my face. “And you look so gorgeous against me. I’ll wear your marks proudly, Wildflower. Leave scars for all I care,” he says.
“Mmmm.” I circle his navel. “Don’t go giving me ideas.” I circle my tongue around his cock, gripping it with the suckers.
“Fuck,” he groans, his back arching off the bed of the truck. “Those goddamn suckers are going to be the death of me.”
I swirl and suck him deep until he hits the back of my throat. My tongue splits in two, wrapping around the thick stalk. The suction cups move, wave, and massage. My mate trembles beneath me. His heart rate skips a beat and that tells me he is close.
“Holly. Holly. Holly,” he shouts my name, and it echoes into the space of the mountain.
He fills my mouth with come. I drink it down, needy and thirsty for him.
“Fuck. There’s no mouth that exists like yours.”
I lift off him, come dripping from my tongue, and I let it coat his cock. “You’re out of your mind if you think we’re done. I’m still hungry, Doe Eyes.”
“I wouldn’t be a good man if I didn’t feed you.” He picks me up by my hips, my tentacles already stretching to reach his cock.
We watch as they swirl around him. He sucks his top lip before lifting his eyes to meet mine. We lock gazes and I ease down on him, inviting him into me.
Those big brown eyes roll back again. “I can’t wait for these suckers, Holly. I’m already on the edge again just by sliding inside you. I won’t last. I won’t.” He struggles to breathe, slapping a hand down on my ass. “Fuck!” He pours into me, shocking me with his second orgasm.
The tentacles and suckers pull his come to my womb, needing him to breed me.
“The more the better. Give me more, Fitz.” I begin to ride him, his come leaking out of me to create filthy wet sounds.
In reality, the couch is ruined by my ink. His body is stained from it. His come drips from his cock, down his sack, and onto the couch. We’re making a mess. The grip of his fingers sinks into my hips, holding me tight to rock me back and forth faster.
And faster.
And faster.
My orgasm is close again. Fitz tweaks my nipples, tugging on the chains. With a growl, he sits up and sucks my left nipple into his mouth. He tugs the right chain. Then the left. He kisses across my chest to give attention to the other, continuing to drive me crazy as he pulls on the chains.
“You’re so tight, Wildflower. No one has fucked me like you have. No one has felt as good as you do.”
“And no one will ever fuck you again, do you hear me? You’re mine, Fitz. Mine. No one will ever feel this thick cock stretch them. It’s mine. Tell me.”
“It’s yours.”
I rock my hips. “Again.”
“My cock is yours.”
I fuck him faster. “Again!” I scream, my orgasm barreling closer to destroy me.
“My cock is yours. I’m yours. Yours and yours alone.”
My tentacles, my suckers, my muscles clamp around him. My ink squirts all over his skin, adding to his permanent mark.
“Fitz!” I cry so loud that I pull myself from the dream. “Are you going to come? You better breed me, Doe Eyes. I need you to.”
“You want to be pregnant with my child, Holly? Is that what you want?”
“Yes. God, yes.” I become louder with my cries of pleasure.
“I’ll give you all the kids you want. Imagining you pregnant…” he growls, thrusting his hips to meet my pace.
I stare down at Fitz. Sweat drips from his temples. His hair is a mess. His tongue is stained. My claws made red lines down his chest. Circular marks are all over his defined torso.
The black tattoo on his skin from my ink grows, veining up to the bottom of his pec while another part wraps around his back.
He groans, the warmth of his come painting my depths.
“Yes,” I moan, drinking him down. “Good boy, Fitz. Good boy filling me.” I bend down to give him a kiss and fall into his dream again.
He wraps his arms around me, covers us with a blanket, and we watch the sunset.
“I think I love you, Wildflower. I’ll be happy if I only ever see you in my dreams.”
“I love you too, Fitz. Your dreams are home.”
My plan has worked, but now what do I do?
I’m not ready to tell him the truth. Maybe staying in his dreams is what is best.