16. Chapter Fifteen
Out of nowhere, the dream is pulled away from me, and my horns are gripped to keep me still.
I forget how to breathe when I stare into Fitz’s angry brown eyes. He’s so full of rage that the gold flecks in his eyes shimmer.
“Fitz,” I begin to explain, somehow, someway, but the betrayal shining in his eyes silences me.
All while I’m stretched to the brink from his cock while I sit on his lap. He yanks me down by my horns until his breath heats my lips.
Without saying a word, he flips me over by controlling me with my horns. He shoves me face-first into the bed, his cock still buried to the hilt. His touch on my horns makes me whimper. He feels so good.
“Did you really think you could fuck me in my dreams and I’d never wake up?” He slams into me, using the horns as leverage.
I shout into the mattress as he hammers into me, stretching me wide just like that doctor wished she could have felt.
He still controls me with my horns, yanking me by them to pull me to his chest. “You thought wrong, Wildflower.” He pushes me onto the bed again, shoving my face into the pillow to drive into me. “How dare you tell me to be a good boy when you are such a bad fucking girl.”
Our skin slaps together with every thrust.
“You wouldn’t have had to sneak into my dreams if you knew just how much I wanted a mate of my own. All this time, you could have knocked on—” he fucks into me harder, trying to get as deep as possible. “—My. Fucking. Door.” He punctuates each word with his cock barreling into my womb. “And I would have opened my arms for you.” He releases my horns and a slight ache throbs along my skull from his rough manhandling.
His touch sends a kaleidoscope of colors shooting across my eyes as he drags his calloused fingers down my wings.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says with awe, stroking the feathers in tandem with his thrusts. “You could easily destroy me.” He grips the base of the wings that protrude from my back, rolling his hips to a slow sensual pace. “What’s fucked up is that I’d let you.” Fitz kisses my right shoulder, then my left before dragging his tongue to my throat.
He sucks the skin hard, pulling it into his mouth to make his own mark.
My pussy ripples with lust. He grunts as the suckers massage his cock.
He lets the skin go with a soft pop, kissing the heated spot he left, he whispers into my ear, “I’ll take this over dreams any day, Wildflower.” He flattens his chest against my back, his wide warm body swallowing mine in a cocoon.
His hands caress my arms until his fingers lace with mine.
“I’ve wished for you for far too long to be hidden in your fears. There’s no need to be afraid of not having my love when you have had it since before you saw me for the first time.” He pulls out of me, leaving me empty and throbbing for his girth.
I whimper from the loneliness, wanting him to slide inside me, to give me that stretch that I crave so much.
I squeeze my eyes closed, fighting the pleasure, fighting the emotion welling in my eyes from his words.
Gripping me by my horns, he manhandles me onto my back, forces my knees apart, and grabs his cock. Fitz teases and taunts me with his dick by gliding it between my soaked lips. The flared crown rubs over my clit, a groan scorching my throat from the teasing.
“You want my cock? How about it’s your turn to be good? Do you know how to be a good girl for me?”
“I can be as good as my nature allows me to be,” I reply in stammering breaths.
He curls over me, wraps his hand around my throat, and licks from the base of my horn to the tip.
I shiver.
“You’re going to have to fight your nature, then. Because only a good girl will get my cock. Will you be good?”
Licking my lips, I give a slow nod even if every beast is clawing at my chest to take control of this situation. Fitz deserves my submission. He deserves more than me, but I’m too selfish to ever let that happen.
“Good,” he croons, gripping my chin. “Wrap those tentacles around my cock just how I like. You’re going to be bred and filled by the end of the day. If you’re not, we’re going to stay secluded in this bedroom until you are.” He drags a finger down my chest, and stomach, then slips two fingers inside me.
My mouth parts from the intrusion. The pleasure doesn’t distract me from what he ordered me to do. My tentacles stretch and wrap around his cock. He shivers. Those broad shoulders hunch when he looks between us to see how we are connected.
The tentacles have a mind of their own. They move on their own accord, squeezing and stroking him. The suckers leave marks behind, the soft skin of his cock claimed in another way.
“You’ve left all these marks on me. Are you worried people won’t think I’m taken, Wildflower?”
“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s everyone else. I’m not done claiming you either. Your mark can’t be seen yet,” I say with a bitter hiss.
He sits up, tracing the black outline that starts at his cock then up his left hip, over his ribcage, and then it stops below his pec. “This?” he questions, acting clueless. “I don’t know what you mean. I got this tattoo ages ago.” That damn smirk shows his dimples, and I fall more in love.
I growl, pouncing on him like a wild animal. His fingers slip out of me but my tentacles keep a tight grip on his shaft. “It is not a tattoo. It is my claim. This mark proves you’re mine. I own this body.”
He grins again, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“And in order for the mark to be complete, it needs to be visible.” I dig my sharp talons into his shoulder, the tips breaking the skin. A small bead of blood forms, and I moan in ecstasy at the scent.
My mate doesn’t even flinch.
I bend down, lapping the blood up with my tongue. The iron bursts over my taste blood, seeping into every single one as his DNA melds with mine. It’s as if he is inside me, stroking every pleasure spot beneath my skin. My orgasm comes out of nowhere.
“Fitz,” I cry, heat bursting across my cheeks when my ink squirts all over his cock and lap.
I’ve made a mess.
This man takes his hands and rubs my ink all over his skin as if it’s lotion. “You came just from the taste of me?”
I sway on his lap from the buzz of my orgasm and barely manage to nod.
“That’s so fucking sexy—” he growls, throwing me onto my back, and thrusting inside me.
We gasp in unison.
My tentacles stay wrapped around him with every drive of his hips. He grips my horns at the base, using them to drive forward harder with every thrust. He twists one nipple between his fingers, tugging on the piercing.
“I miss the chains, Wildflower. Where did they go?”
“Took them off,” I barely manage to say. The words are hoarse.
“Next time—” He tweaks the other nipple, tugging it so hard a slight tremor of pain has me whining. “—Don’t”
“Whatever you want, Mate.”
“Good Girl,” he praises, taking my lips into a passionate messy kiss.
Our bodies slide together, sleek with sweat and ink. I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, snarling down his throat. He wraps both hands around my neck, squeezing carefully, and controls the kiss. Our tongues collide and the tentacles wrap around the pretty pink appendage.
The sounds he makes have me dripping with arousal, ruining his sheets forever.
“Fuck, I love everything you can do,” he groans through tight teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth and licking my fangs. He breaks the kiss, lifting one leg to his shoulder which drives him in an extra inch. “I can’t wait until I’m fucking you in the sky. I want you everywhere, on every surface, in every air space, in every body of fucking water, I’m going to fuck you.”
“I need your come, Doe Eyes. Give it to me.”
“Not yet,” he sneers, flipping me onto my hands and knees. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
He must love my horns because he grabs them again, ramming into me with every bit of strength he has. His desire is thick in the air, and I inhale it as if it were smoke from a cigarette. The succubus inside me feeds on the delicious lust swirling around me.
Humans love the smell of homemade bread. His scent is like that to me. I can’t inhale it enough and when I don’t smell the aroma, I miss it. He’s warm and comforting which increases my need for him.
My tail slips and slides against his stomach that’s wet with my ink. Fitz notices what I’m doing and snags the tail in his grip.
“What do you think you’re doing with this, Wildflower?”
“I’m going to fuck your ass with it, Doe Eyes. The last time I did it, you loved it. You wanted more. Begged for more.”
He quirks a brow. “Is that so?” Fitz spits on the very tip, using his hand to spread it. “Prove it.”
Fitz guides my tail behind him before letting me go, allowing me to take control of what happens next. To his surprise, I overpower him to switch positions. He’s on his knees, and I wrap my legs around his hips. My tail caresses the bottom of his cock, his heavy orbs, pushing across the sensitive crease before circling his tight hole.
Sinking back onto his cock, all of our sounds pour down each other’s throats. Our arms wrap around each other, pulling one another closer until it is physically impossible to get any closer.
My tail circles his rim, and I hear a sharp inhale of breath before he buries his face into my neck. Hot puffs of warm air flutter along my collarbone. His blunt nails dig into my shoulders just above where my wings and back connect.
“Look at me, Good Boy. I want to see your face when I fill you.”
Fitz raises his head, his eyes glazed over, and his cheeks are hot and red. Sweat beads across his forehead.
His face has a look of surrender on it. My mate loves to submit, I think. He’s taken care of everyone his entire life and now it’s my turn to take care of him.
I push the tip of my tail inside him, and he tenses, clenching down naturally.
“Oh, Holly. I don’t know if I can,” he struggles to say.
I rock against him, his very hard cock seeming to like what I’m doing very much.
“You can and you will. You’re going to love it. Be a good boy and relax for me.”
He does just as I say, and I slip in deeper, the triangular end of my tail pressing against his prostate.
“Holly! Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he whines as if he can’t take all the pleasure he is receiving. “I can’t hold on much longer. I can’t.”
I spread my wings and engulf us in their canopy. We are in our own world, alone, just us breathing in each other’s breaths.
I’ve never felt more at home.
His forehead rolls against mine before he pulls away from me. His eyes drop to my mouth and his thumb drags across my bottom lip. He dives in, kissing me in a way that erases every kiss I’ve gotten before him.
He possesses all my pain and his love overwhelms any fear.
My suckers massage his cock every time he drives in and out. I claim every upward and downward stroke, wanting to milk him of every damn drop.
“I have my own monster,” he mumbles against my shoulder before kissing my collarbone. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you. You’re everything.”
He holds me tighter, his cries becoming louder when my tail moves faster.
“Holly. Holly.” He shakes his head. “Oh, that’s it. Fuck, oh, God, you feel so good. Give it to me, Wildflower. Make me come. Let me fill you up. I want nothing more than to get you pregnant.” His hand cups my stomach. “I want to see you round with my child. I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to get enough of you knowing you’ll be carrying my son or daughter.”
I roll my hips against him harder. His face pinches as he holds his orgasm back and his fingers dig into my hips, helping me move faster. I use my wings to gain speed. A strong breeze is created, making a mess of the blankets. Everything on his dresser falls to the floor. The lamp on his nightstand crashes to the ground too, the bulb shattering. The blankets twirl into a tangled mess, but it doesn’t stop us from devouring one another.
I hit his prostate one more time and he tosses his head back, his cock thickening with his orgasm as he pours himself into me. With a growl, he picks me up and slams me on the bed, lifting my leg onto his shoulder to drive his come into me.
The suckers lining my channel taste his salty-sweet release. My tentacles wrap around his base, creating a thick knot, and when he thrusts into me as hard as he can, the makeshift knot connects us.
My orgasm bursts inside me next. “Fitz! Oh, more. More. More. Your cock feels so good. Oh, God,” A loud cry sounds from me.
I arch my back as wave after wave of pleasure electrifies my body. I ink, squirting all over his cock again.
“Fuck!” he shouts, driving him and the knot inside me as he comes again. “Those suckers are a weapon, Wildflower. You could make me come with those alone.”
“I’ll have to try that another day.” I suck his bottom lip into my mouth before it turns into a slow, lazy, heated kiss.
He rocks slowly, pushing his seed further inside me. Our tongues twist together. He licks and teases me before giving me his lips again.
“I love you wild,” he murmurs against my lips. “As in, it can never be contained.”
I drag my knuckles down his cheek. “I love you too, Doe Eyes. I’ve loved you since the moment I scented you.”
He smiles, showing those damn dimples that make me weak in my knees. His fingers roam through my hair, petting me gently. His eyes dart from my horns, face, and wings, then back to my eyes.
“How long will we be locked together like this?”
My tongue flicks out to lick the sweat from his neck, but I want more. The appendage shifts, splitting into multiple tentacles again, and they wrap around his neck.
I can taste his lust through his sweat. It’s warm like cinnamon. His pulse thumps in chaos, but not in panic or fear.
Desire.
And with direct contact, the scent infiltrates my taste buds, sating the craving that’s always gnawing at my stomach for him.
“Holly,” he groans, flexing his cock inside me one more time.
My mouth waters when his orgasm can be tasted from two of my holes. Spit drips from my bottom lip. I unwrap the tentacles from his neck and shift them into my regular tongue.
“I couldn’t help myself.” I wipe the corner of my mouth. “I love how your skin tastes. How you taste.”
“You can taste me anytime, Holly.” He cages my head in with his arms. “Do I have those hickeys all over my neck?” He touches his pulse where I sucked the hardest.
“Yes,” I purr in delight. “You look pretty with my necklace around your throat.”
He blushes, biting his bottom lip. His shaggy hair falls in his face, and I brush it out of the way so I can see his eyes.
“Did you know you have four hundred and eleven freckles on your face?” I twirl a finger in one strand, loving that the beautiful brown locks are slightly damp from how hard we fucked.
He tilts his head, chuckling, running his finger across my jaw. “And how do you know that?”
“I counted them while you were sleeping,” I say obviously.
I mean, how else?
“I should be concerned about that but I oddly find it comforting.”
“Good because you have almost a thousand across your shoulders. I lost count because you turned over.” I roll my eyes, huffing.
“Aw, I’m sorry, Wildflower. One day, I’ll let you count every freckle on my body if you want.”
I grin so wide, that I know I’m showing all my teeth, including my fangs. “I can’t wait. When? Now?”
“Another day, I have too many questions, Holly. You need to answer them.”
“What do you want to know?” I question, doing my best to be serious but his chest is so defined and so wide, that I can’t help but rub my hands all over him.
He lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Focus, beautiful.”
“It’s hard to focus when I have you on top of me and inside me, handsome.”
He growls. “You don’t play fair.”
“I never have, but what is it that you’d like to know?”
“What creatures are you and what abilities do you have? I know you can do something with dreams.” He kisses my forehead.
I nod. “I’m part succubus. I can feed off desire and manipulate dreams. Then, I’m harpy which is the reason why I can fly. I also can see the future sometimes. Not all the time. It happens randomly. I’m part chameleon. My skin can adapt to the colors of my environment which is why you wouldn’t see me when I’ve been standing by the wall every single night. Then, there’s the siren DNA. I don’t use that too much unless I want to use the siren’s voice. Lastly, I’m part squid. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks with what I can do.” I tighten the tentacles around him.
“You’re part siren?” he asks in worry, lifting up one of my arms to see one of my fins. “You need water, Holly. When was the last time you went swimming in the lake?”
I shrug a shoulder. “Never. I’ve been too busy kill—I’ve been too busy,” I correct myself, hoping he doesn’t notice.
He lifts up, quirking a brow at me. “No, go ahead. Finish your sentence. Who have you killed?” Fitz’s eyes widen when he realizes. “You caused the accident of that man and the girl who walked into traffic, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t like how she had her hands all over you. She deserved it.” I lean onto my elbows and kiss his chin. “I’d do it again too. Just like I killed that doctor.”
“You killed my doctor?” He doesn’t sound scared.
Oh, no. My mate is turned on. His desire swarms between us, and I inhale it as if I haven’t been feeding from him for hours.
“Do you like that? Do you like that I killed for you? Oh, sweet mate, I have so many others to kill for you too. Anyone who has ever caused you pain will greet death. Do you want to know what I did?”
His cock tenses inside me and is followed by a groan. That delicious flavor of his come tingles my mouth since I can taste him between my legs. “What?” he rasps.
“I flew her high in the sky, used my siren voice on her to see if she violated you, and she did. She said she loved how thick you were and was curious about how big you’d get. I couldn’t allow her to live another day knowing she had touched you. So I dropped her. I listened to her scream until her blood could be smelled beyond the clouds.”
“Fuck, I shouldn’t find that so fucking attractive, but I do. I really do. I must be one sick fuck to come from your admission.”
I lick his lips. “That’s okay. I love it when you’re disturbed. It makes my existence so much better.” I nibble his lips with my fangs.
“Wait, who else do you need to kill?”
“Your father. He is number one on my list. Then, your exes who teased you about your cock. Off the top of my head, four more people.”
“You made me write their names down. I didn’t understand why I did that. You can’t kill them, Holly. They are all grown with husbands and children of their own.”
“So?”
He chuckles, grabs my chin, and kisses me again.
I love his kisses. I’ll never reject them.
“So, I haven’t thought about them in ages, but you can’t do that to those families.”
I snarl in disagreement.
“They don’t need to die when they haven’t bothered me in fifteen years. Don’t kill them. Okay? Promise me.”
I grumble, toying with my hair.
“Holly,” he singsongs playfully. “Promise me.”
I blow out an annoyed breath. “Fine. I promise I won’t kill them. Your dad is still on my hitlist though.”
“You can do whatever you want to him. I don’t care.”
“Really? You mean it?” I grip the back of his head and kiss him senselessly. “Thanks, Doe Eyes.”
“Anything to sate you.” He deepens the kiss, slow and easy as if we have all day to lie in bed. His tongue flicks out, teasing mine.
When he breaks the kiss, I’m breathless, and the suckers inside me flutter against his cock.
“Your existence has brought me happiness,” he whispers against my lips.
We hold onto one another for a while until the tentacled knot locking us together begins to unravel. Fitz is thoughtful as he pulls out of me, taking his time to ease out. He looks down, watching as the black ink veins up his body, wrap around his shoulder, and then swirl down his left arm.
It finally stops at his ring finger.
“Wild,” he says, turning his arm over to see that the black ink has used his veins as their map.
“You’re all mine now.”
“Wildflower, I’ve been yours. You just had to trust me enough to show you.”
I tug his arm, lying him down next to me, and I can’t look at him. I’m ashamed. I draw small circles on his chest with my finger. “I didn’t know how to reveal myself to you when I barely knew how to look at myself. I was turned into this. I was human once too, you know. I have so many urges, mostly violent, but with you, the violence fades. How could I show you what I looked like? I’m not normal.”
“That’s what I love, Holly.” He scoots closer, pushing my hair behind my ear. “When I found out DNA experiments existed—”
“Your friends?” I cut him off. “Creed and Rhett?”
He smirks, bopping my nose with his finger. “How long have you been stalking me?”
“All day every day,” I admit. “I didn’t want to leave you without protection, especially when your dad came back.”
His happiness fades and the rare bitter scent of his rage returns.
I don’t like it.
I want his happiness back.
“Yeah, you saw that? That makes sense. I knew I felt someone around.”
“I’m always around, Fitz. You’ll never be alone again.” I place my hand over his and I’m not sure what caused it but he breaks.
A soft sob breaks free from him, and he sits up, turning away from me. Not wanting him to hide from me, I follow him, folding my wings out in front of him. I spin him around by his shoulders, hating to see the tears fighting not to fall from his lash line.
My sensitive, Doe Eyes.
The gold in his eyes seems to glow, somehow brighter than ever before.
“What is it, Fitz? You can talk to me.”
“You said I won’t ever have to be alone again,” he answers, looking away from me. “I’ve always been alone.”
Hate is a mistress fueling my need to kill anyone who has ever made my Fitz feel like this.
“You promise?” he asks, scooting closer. “You promise that I’m your mate? You can’t leave me? You’ll love me, always. No matter what. Because I have never been in love with anyone before, and I’m in love with you. I survived once with everything ripped away from me but if you leave…I wouldn’t want to survive in this world again.”
I hiss at the thought of us ever being a part. “Not even death could keep me away. I’ve crossed Purgatory for you once and I will always do it again if it means I get to be by your side. I am yours until the universe ends. My phantom will be your shadow for all eternity. You’ll never be alone again. In life or death. My bones ache to be in your gravity because you are the only thing that can keep me grounded.”
“I’ve never had that before.”
“I know.” I press my forehead against his. “But you are the roots in my heart. You are the part of me that is human. You are my sixth DNA.”
He comes in slow, testing to see if I want a kiss.
There will never be a time when I don’t.