Chapter 13 #2
His words were lethal and soft, but before I could respond, he began to pump hard and fast, not giving me a moment to catch up.
I was hit with another tidal wave of pleasure as his grip turned bruising, his teeth marking my breast as his tendrils released my mouth and I screamed out his name.
A broken, needy sound left my throat as a climax slammed into me, a tendril pressing into my ass and causing pressure to explode in my center.
The universe was a shifting dark mass of tendrils and Razar’s dark eyes.
His expression was pure possession, and I knew now why he had been hesitant before—Razar couldn’t love softly.
He could only love like this, and I fucking craved it.
I craved the slight pain to remember he had been inside of me, putting a primal claim on my body.
Then it happened. The power inside of me began to grow, and I knew that soon I’d be taking all of Razar—both physically and his power. I just hoped we both survived it.
Razar
Arabella had a vise grip on my cock as I invaded every single part of her, my tendrils brushing across her lips again, wanting to feel how her throat would feel around us. But I loved the sound of her moans, the way she screamed out my name as I continued to pump into her.
I was fucking glad it was dark in here because my cock would have fucking scared her in this form.
The length was covered in hard tendrils that expanded and moved inside of her, hitting those normally unreachable points of pleasure that had her climaxing so damn hard.
I was taking her so hard, and her tight, soft frame was taking every inch of me.
I wish I could have said I tried to stop it, but I kept rutting into her like a wild, possessed animal, wanting to mark every single goddamn inch of her.
My magic was running over my skin, and I knew that the tendril wrapped around her throat had the potential to leave a mark, or the one on her waist… Hell, any of them.
I fucking loved that.
When Arabella began to meet my thrusts, tightening her hold on me, I released my magic. I hissed as it completely covered her, my cock pulsing as my balls tightened in anticipation, knowing I was going to fill her with so much fucking cum it was insane.
I didn’t want this to end, though. I wanted her trapped here, underneath my control forever.
Then Arabella screamed out her release. I slammed into her one final time, cum shooting out of me and into her waiting womb.
It wasn’t only my cum she took, though—no, she took all of my magic.
I felt like I was suddenly out of breath, drained of both physical and magical power, giving every ounce of it to her.
Giving her every part of me, like I’d taken every part of her.
Almost immediately, though, it returned back to me, my skin turning into fire.
I hissed, more cum leaving my cock as the tension that had been riding me for years released from my body.
I groaned as I looked down at her body, her abdomen inflated with both my cock and cum.
A possessive urge swelled inside of me to do it again, to never have her any other way but this.
Fucking hell.
As my senses returned, I pulled back my tendrils.
She gasped, her body deflating in my arms. As I moved her down the hall, I held her to me, my cock flexing inside of her as the lights slowly flickered back on.
My magic began to sink back underneath my skin, my terror form disappearing.
My cock shifted, still buried inside of her but looking more like how she would have expected.
Arabella let out a moan at the change, keeping her eyes closed as she laid out on the bed, looking completely sated.
I watched my cum leak out of her as I slowly pulled out, and that was when I realized the true extent of what the others were talking about—why they were so obsessed with getting her pregnant.
Of course I’d thought about it, so goddamn often, but seeing my seed come out of her and knowing it could take root… Holy fuck. My brain started to grow images of her walking around with a swollen belly, my child inside of her, and I nearly started fucking her again.
“Razar?”
I snapped my head up, moving my gaze away from the massive amount of cum that had leaked out of her. I couldn’t imagine just how much stayed inside of her… I wanted to know, though. I really fucking wanted to know.
“Sorry.”
“Holy hell, that’s a lot,” she murmured as she looked at where we had been connected, her pussy swollen and messy with cum.
I was glad I’d been able to put my pants at least partly back on, or she would’ve seen the precum that leaked out at the thought of her liking it, at the thought of her wanting that.
“I told you, no going back.” I brushed my lips against hers as she sighed happily.
Unable to help wanting to take care of her, I lifted her up and carried her towards the bath, starting up the water. As she got in, I noticed the bruising on her, and my initial reaction was self-hatred—
Until I took a breath and realized just how happy she looked. She sank into the bath and began to run her hands along her skin, looking at the bruises with a smile.
So just like before, I trusted her words.
I pushed past my insecurities, deciding that if this made her happy, then it was worth it.
Pushing down my pants, I stepped in behind her and pulled her against me as she let out a happy sigh.
Emotion clogged my throat at the rightness of this situation.
I had denied it for so long, having come to terms with never being able to love her like this, and now… Well, now we were here.
“I’m worried about the institute,” she said quietly after several relaxed minutes.
“I know,” I murmured. “We’re going to find Hate and the other two bastards and go back. I want to protect our home.”
“Our home.” She smiled at that and then tilted her head. “Do you think we should move into a house?”
I paused, trying to not get weird about such a massive change. I knew it was the right move, I just would have to get used to her not being in my arms every night we slept. I had to learn how to share.
“Yeah, but we may need to build one,” I conceded, already thinking of a spot near the back of the institute grounds that would work.
“A big one,” she teased softly.
“I think people would understand. We have one of the largest teams.”
Arabella turned and looked at me with large eyes. “How do you really feel about Ashur? I know we’re still figuring everything out, but I don’t want anyone uncomfortable—”
I clasped her jaw. “I am never going to like new males. I’m possessive as fuck, but your happiness trumps everything else in this universe.” It was a truth I knew well.
“Okay.” She pressed her head against my chest. “I love you.”
I loved her so goddamn much.
I would give her anything, even if it meant accepting other males.