Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
RAZAR
It was official—I was going to bend Arabella over the bar and fuck her in front of everyone if she didn’t stop teasing me.
I had decided it minutes ago, and I had a feeling she knew how I felt because her smile was light but her eyes were filled with a heat I couldn’t ignore.
I watched her walk back to the hotel bar where Ashur was trying some shit—apparently, he had never had modern alcohol.
I didn’t really give a shit about that, though; all I could focus on was the way Arabella’s dress clung to her curves as she leaned against the bar.
In most normal situations, I would have been able to control myself, or at least had the ability to leave to collect myself. But that restraint was gone, diminished into nearly nothing. Especially with all these human assholes staring at her. I wasn’t even positive why we were here.
Except that was mostly a lie. I knew why we were here, and it wasn’t to drink.
No, we were wasting time for the most part until we went to find the god terrors.
We were here because Arabella enjoyed this type of thing—she thrived on being around others.
The only downside was that all this extra time was going to get her in trouble, and she absolutely knew it.
I should just steal her out of here. It wasn’t like that would be unusual for me; I did it often with her, and I was about to hit my limit.
“Razar,” Arabella sang happily as she slid into the booth next to me, my magic threatening to break out so my tendrils could run across her silky skin. My nightmare side was riding me hard, feeling like we needed to claim her before anyone else did.
Arabella was ours. I owned her little ass, and it was pure torture watching others claim her and show no restraint.
I was done with restraint. It was obvious she was perfectly fine, and I craved her with an intensity I could have never expected. I swallowed as she slid up next to me and tilted her head back, clearly wanting a kiss.
I wasn’t positive I had the control for that.
My need for her these past few days had accumulated, and I wanted nothing more than to take her back to the institute, claim her, and keep her there… Possibly the claiming part first. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to do another jet ride without being inside of her.
“Yes?” I brushed my lips against hers and pulled back immediately, causing her to scowl.
“You should come dance with me.” She nodded towards the dance floor. “Come on, we have nothing to do.”
“We will have plenty to do if you press your body up against me. I don’t think you realize how close I am to breaking,” I admitted, my voice rough and raspy compared to normal. As if my words were what she’d been looking for, her smile grew, and she let out a pleased hum.
“And what would happen if that control broke?” she asked innocently. I didn’t buy it for a minute—this woman knew exactly what she was doing.
I grasped her chin and leaned down. “I would bend you over that bar and fuck you in front of everyone. Claim you in front of everyone.”
She shivered, her eyes flashing with victory as her desire saturated the air.
Yeah, I couldn’t fucking do this here. I let out a growl and picked her up, carrying her out of the bar and into the fresh air.
I inhaled, trying to calm myself down as I continued walking, not really knowing where we were going.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked, her body squirming against mine. I was hard enough that I was nearly positive the pattern of the zipper on my pants would leave a goddamn imprint on my cock. Damn this woman.
“Somewhere to cool down.”
“No!” She groaned and wiggled, and I let her slide down my body. My sassy little mate crossed her arms, offering me a serious look. “No, Razar. I am so tired of your control. I don’t want it.”
“Arabella, even if I do claim you, I have to keep some level—”
“Nope!” Arabella called out and began walking back to the bar. “I don’t accept your control.”
Before she could make it a foot, I had her back in my grasp, my predatory instincts kicking in, not liking that our prey was walking away from us. I pinned her against the wall outside of the building, Arabella giving me a teasing smile as her legs hooked around my hips.
When the fuck had I picked her up? I groaned, feeling her center hit my cock, the layers of clothes between us beyond fucking frustrating.
“Don’t walk away from me.” I buried my head against her neck as she wiggled against me, making this sexy whining noise in the back of her throat that had my magic trying to break out.
I knew I wasn’t going to last if she kept doing that, so I said ‘fuck it’ to the possibility of being seen using my powers and sped through the hotel up into the room.
Hopefully fast enough that no one would see.
Almost immediately, my magic broke out and filled the bedroom I had landed us in, my steps taking me to pin her on the bed.
She watched with hooded eyes, the tendrils turning the room dark, blocking out any possible light except for the skylights.
Normally I would have felt self-conscious about her looking at me like this, but I couldn’t.
I had to trust her—trust that she found it attractive.
“That’s so hot,” she whispered, running her fingers up my shoulders, digging her nails in and marking me.
I cursed as I used tendrils to grasp her wrists and pin them to the bed above her head.
My breathing was rough as they began to crawl across her frame, my magic working against my attempts at control to strip her bare until I realized I was practically fully shifted.
I was so caught up in my head that I didn’t realize my mate was hurting, and not in the way I had come to fear. The frustration and need were so damn clear on her face.
Arabella needed me. She was in pain without me.
I think that was when it snapped for me, when I decided that there was only one thing worse than Arabella getting marked up by me, and it was her not being satisfied.
Arabella
“Razar,” I hissed as his tendrils spread across my body, ripping my clothes off.
Each tendril wrapped around a different part of me—my ankles, my knees, my hips—spreading me out so Razar’s massive frame could fit between my legs.
Smaller ones moved across my body to brush against my clit and my nipples, bathing my body in pleasure.
Holy hell.
I had expected a reaction, but this was way more than I could have hoped for.
My breathing turned rough and uneven as need that was painful hit me hard. Razar began to shift fully, his muscular body turning into an exoskeleton shell but his face remaining.
“You need me,” he growled in realization. “You’re in pain.”
“I need you.” I admitted as everything tightened, my pussy pulsing, wanting to be filled.
I gasped as I was suddenly against a wall, the space around us flickering as the room went completely dark.
The entire two-story bedroom had truly turned into a writhing space of strong tendrils, all focused on touching me.
“Are you sure, Arabella?” Razar’s voice was raspy and uneven. “There is no going back after this, if you let me claim you.”
“That was never an option,” I said breathlessly, and he groaned in the dark before meeting my lips in a hard, demanding kiss.
My center contracted, becoming so soaked I could feel it on my thighs.
Damnit, I needed him inside of me. As if knowing, without breaking our kiss, a large ridge-like tendril appeared between my legs.
I shifted against it and gasped, loving the sensation of rolling my hips and riding it.
Razar began to kiss down my neck to my breasts, where his sharp teeth and tongue began to tease me. Torture me.
“Razar!” I gasped as the tendril curved up slightly, the friction against my clit spurring a climax that had me coming all over the black vine-like appendage. A deep, reverberating growl came from his chest, filling the room as spots crowded my vision.
“Fuck. I want to possess all of you,” Razar admitted in a snarl.
One of his tendrils slid right against my ass, putting pressure there and causing my clit to pulse, the hot inferno of desire filling me again.
I tried to shift against him once again, but this time he wouldn’t let me find relief, holding me prisoner against the wall.
I let out a frustrated whine, needing him inside me.
I didn’t want to come again until I could feel him filling me up.
“Then do it.” Suddenly tendrils came over my mouth, sliding against my lips and opening them so all I could do was moan.
He groaned, clearly loving my reaction as something hard and hot pressed between my legs, making me jolt.
It was so much larger than anything holding me, and I realized it was his cock when I felt it leaking precum.
The darkness I could see in the flashes of his expression, the pure hunger for me, was so damn hot.
“I am going to fill every single hole on this perfect fucking body,” Razar threatened as the head of his massive cock pressed at my entrance.
I inhaled sharply—he was already stretching me, and he wasn’t even an inch in yet.
I had a moment of doubt, worrying that maybe he was too big.
My almost-fear amped Razar up tenfold as he let out a vicious growl.
Razar slid into me, hard, and I cried out as white-hot pleasure exploded through my body.
My eyes watered with relief at him finally filling me, his cock shifting and expanding so he could possess each and every inch of me.
A deep, primal sound broke from his throat as I felt my body relax, wanting to receive every inch of pleasure I knew he could ring from my body.
“You’re mine, Arabella.”