Chapter 12
Outside the city walls of Bra?ov, the slums of desolation wore like a badge of honor through the dilapidated buildings. The jeep rolled down the bumpy road, and all those out on the icy streets turned toward us. The military car was an unusual sight.
“Nice place.” Ash snorted.
“In my line of work, you make all sorts of connections. Like you have any room to talk, fairy. I’ve seen the places you’ve been in the last year.” Dzsinn turned us down another lane, rolling the jeep into a place behind an old building. A line of fae-updated motorcycles filled the lot. “This place might hold the worst of the worst, but we have a common enemy. They won’t ever snitch on you here.”
Ash nodded, his movements stiff. Instead of relief from our escape, I felt his anger multiplying, threading through the car. Pointed at me. It was all so overwhelming.
My body wouldn’t stop vibrating, everything feeling like it was too much for me to handle. From the moment I was taken by Sonya, I lived in a warped nightmare, nothing sticking in my mind except wanting him. Dreaming of him. When his voice reached me, his hands touched me, it felt like another dream. One I didn’t want to wake from.
I barely recalled the fight inside the castle, my monsters taking over instinctively, fighting for him, stealing the last fragment of me until I was nothing.
What he willingly gave me was so sacred, so intimate, it terrified me. But when the first drop of it singed my veins, my beast licked it up with hunger, my obscurer absorbing it without reserve, and I dove in with greed. Taking more and more until I swallowed him entirely. That could be the only reason he slid around inside me like he was my prisoner trapped between my ribs. But he was angry, and I couldn’t deal with all of these thoughts and emotions now.
Dzsinn cocked his gun and put it in his cloak pocket, bringing me back to reality.
“Thought you said you trusted these guys.” I lifted a brow.
“I trust them not to snitch on us.” He climbed out of the jeep. “Keep your guard up.” He took off for the back door.
Ash helped me out of the car, his hand taking mine, a bolt of energy running up my arm and making me gasp.
He pulled away like I held a disease, his brows furrowing, his eyes avoiding me.
“Stay close,” he muttered.
Pulling his jacket tighter around me, the bottom just brushing the tops of my thighs, I padded after him, feeling so powerful and vulnerable at the same time.
Usually, it took me days to recuperate after using my magic, but his energy was a live wire, bringing me to life. On the downside, it opened me up to him and let me feel him, his every mood.
He was livid.
We stepped into the smoky, dark room, my spine stiffening. Men and women, mainly fae, lounged around the seedy bar, smoking and drinking. Violence was a blink away from exploding in the den. The windows were barred and blocked off from the outside, and the inside was crumbling and reeked of stale smoke and alcohol. The place was filled with bikers. A gang.
This should’ve made me feel at home. My father and uncles were part of a notorious gang back in the day, the RODs (Riders of Darkness). But with them, I was protected. They would murder anyone who looked at me wrong. Here, I was an intruder. And gangs never took to strangers.
“Dzsinn.” A stunning, dark-haired woman stood up, prowling to him, her sexuality out on display, her lips a bright red, her eyes a strange navy color.
Demon.
“It’s been a while.” Her English was heavy with a Romanian accent.
“Daciana.” Dzsinn tipped his head to her, but her attention already fluttered back to me and Ash.
“You brought me gifts.” Her eyes raked down both of us.
“I’m calling in a favor you owe me.” Dzsinn spoke evenly, but I saw his hand slip into his cloak pocket, where his gun was. “We need a place to hide for a few days. Just until things cool down.”
“I’m sorry.” Her dark eyebrows lifted. “Did you bring trouble to my door? To a place I’ve welcomed you in with open arms?”
“You owe me.” Dzsinn’s vocals tightened. “I’m here to claim it.”
Her navy eyes flashed black, her lip snarling at his command, but it quickly died away, a fake smile forcing her mouth to move. “Of course, Dzsinn, any wish of yours,” she jeered, pushing past him to us. “These still better be my gifts. You know me and my boys like new toys to play with. And they came wrapped exactly how I like them. In barely anything.”
Oh shit. This was the last thing we needed to deal with right now.
Every head turned our way, most landing on me, my bare legs making me feel completely naked.
A growl rose from Ash, his body stepping in front of mine, his shoulders rolling forward.
“If you fucking touch her—”
“Ash.” Dzsinn shook his head, pushing him back into me.
Ash gripped my thighs, shielding me, a snarl on his lips while he scanned the room. A threat. A promise.
“Ash!” Dzsinn warned again to no avail. The room rumbled with aggression, and Ash tipped the scale. Some of the bikers rose from their seats.
“Ash,” I whispered in his ear, my hands moving down his arms, tangling my fingers with his at my thighs, squeezing them. “Calm down.”
His fingers squeezed mine back, clasping like he needed me to hold on. My thumb brushed the back of his hand, and his shoulders relaxed. He took a deep breath, but he didn’t let me go, gripping me even tighter to his body.
“Your present is outside.” Dzsinn turned to her, nodding toward the parking lot. “You’ll have to get new brakes and strip it of military emblems, but otherwise the jeep should come in handy when doing larger runs across the border.”
“You got me a military jeep? It’s outside now?” She pointed to the door.
Dzsinn nodded, dropping the keys in her palm. “Strip off the license and the serial number, do a little cosmetic work, and you’re good to go.”
She nodded at a man closest to the door who jumped up immediately, opening up the back door and peering out. He dipped his head at Daciana, confirming he was telling the truth.
“You know just what I want, genie.” She smiled at him, her mood shifting instantly. “My place is your place.” She opened her arms to the dingy room. “Make yourself at home.”
“Food, bath, and some clothes.” Ash stepped away from me. “For her.”
Her eyes bore into Ash before she glanced over at a big man with a shaved head sitting on a stool. “Uta?” She flicked her chin to us. “See they get everything they need.”
“We don’t have extra rooms,” he grumbled.
“Then I guess you just volunteered yours, Uta.” She turned away, leaving the burly man scowling at us.
Rising from the stool, he didn’t reach Ash’s height, but his shoulders appeared as if he worked out every day. His heavy steps clunked across the bar toward a stairway, leading us upstairs.
Keeping close to Ash, I followed them up the steps to the hallway. At the third door down, he stopped, shoving the door open and motioning for us to go in.
“You touch anything, I will kill you,” he mumbled. His expression twisted with irritation, as if he was about to throw a tantrum. “Bath down the hall, and Tyna will get her clothes.”
“Thanks.” I barely stepped into the room before he slammed it behind us. “Don’t think he’s extremely happy about giving up his room.” I viewed the small chamber. A double bed took up most of the room, the gray sheets rumpled and unmade, a boarded-up window above the bed. On one side was a dresser and a small closet. The other wall was filled with various weapons: nunchakus, blades, spiked brass knuckles, guns, and a barbed wire whip.
“Think this guy is into some weird S&M stuff.” I snorted, glancing over my shoulder at Ash.
His jaw was tight, his attention staying off me.
The quietness of the room and the fact we were safe dissolved all the pretense, urging everything that had happened to the forefront.
I cleared my throat. “So—”
“You probably want to go take a shower. Get the blood off you.” He cut me off, his tone snappy.
“Oh.” I blinked. “Yeah, I do.”
“I’ll go track down some food.” He turned for the door, opening it.
“Are you mad at me?” I shot at him, confused by his demeanor.
“Mad?” He slammed it back shut, turning to me, his green eyes blazing, his voice rising. “Am I mad at you?”
“Yes.” I tossed up my arms, my tone matching his. “I’m sorry if getting kidnapped was an inconvenience for you!”
“You think I’m mad because you were kidnapped?” He stomped over to me, wrath practically steaming out of him.
“Clearly!”
“I’m not mad at you! I’m mad because I allowed them to kidnap you. Because you were almost raped and used as a breeder to those things!” he seethed, his energy sinking into me. “That I couldn’t protect you! That I could’ve lost you!” he snarled, moving me back until my spine hit the wall of weapons, a gasp rising from my throat, wetness soaking between my thighs. “And worst of all… I let you in… so fucking deep…” He gripped my neck, his thumb pushing up my chin. “I can’t breathe if you aren’t near me.”
His mouth crashed down on mine violently. It was the first time he actually kissed me, and the moment our lips touched, a surge of electricity rippled through me, pouring hunger into my bloodstream. A need to devour, to submit, and to own.
Mine. A growl lodged in my throat. I needed more. I needed all of him.
A moan escaped me, and I felt him respond, pressing his body firmer into mine, thumping me harder into the wall.
“Raven.” My name came out with agony and anger, like he wanted to punish me for what he felt, reprimand me for the power I had over him. “Fuck.” Roughly, his hands knotted into my hair, yanking my head back, deepening our kiss.
Hungry and raw, he destroyed the world around me. I felt the kiss everywhere. Inside and out, he possessed me. Owned me. Licking through my pussy to my soul, reaching so deep inside, he claimed everything I had, leaving nothing but ruins.
He grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “I don’t want to stop kissing you.”
“Then don’t.” I breathed. “Ever.”
Gripping my chin harder with one hand, he took control, snapping what was left of my sanity. His mouth consumed, his tongue tasting mine with a groan. His hips rolled into me, pushing his erection into my hip. I was barely wearing any clothes, and it would be so easy for him to thrust into me.
Surges of desire swelled through my body, overriding all sense. With every breath, every beat of my heart, I could feel him crawling under my skin, stealing my breath and owning my body. His magic slid around inside me with possessiveness, like he was marking me as his.
“Ash.” My fingers scraped down his neck, the dark dweller roaring to the edges with need, tearing at his clothes, needing him closer, needing him inside me. He groaned as my nails tore through his clothes, into his skin, trailing blood down his back.
A flash of what I did to Alexsei filled my mind, the shreds of his body left on the floor in a pool of blood. What I could do to Ash. “No. Wait.” I pushed him back, trying to summon back the dark dweller, the beast fighting me, wanting to dive into his flesh. “Stop.”
Ash jerked back, his eyes tracking mine, probably seeing the flames of my beast flare through them, the animal on the surface. “I-I can’t…”
He let out a huff. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned them to the wall, sparking fire through me with a rumble. His nose flared like he could smell my need.
“I’m not afraid of your dark dweller.” He leaned in, his mouth brushing mine. “Or your obscurer. I have fought, lived, and almost died among monsters.” His hips pushed into me, his cock throbbing against my pussy. A groan caught in my throat, arching me against him. “Let them bite, claw, and tear into me. They won’t hurt me. I’ve already marked you as mine, little beak.” His teeth grazed my neck. “All of you. So let them out. I play well with others. Plus, if they bite, I bite back, and I know how to get you to behave.” His teeth snapped down on my neck, hitting a particular nerve, a weakness that stilled me. A deep moan hummed from my body, my hips opening wider in submission, my nipples hardening.
In one gesture, he challenged my alpha—and made her bend.
Willingly.
He had done it before in the wagon, when the reverend was trying to help us escape town. In shock, I had brushed it off, explained it away with almost getting caught, my emotions on the surface because no one but my dweller family had power over me like that.
And my dweller barely submitted to them.
Raspy air trickled in and out of my lungs, my pussy throbbing.
“I knew you liked it when I did it last time.” His tongue licked around the nerve. “Don’t hold back,” he rumbled in my ear, his hand sliding down my body, skimming over my underwear, his fingers dipping underneath. A smirk danced over his mouth when he felt how wet I was. “I want all of you.”
He tore off his jacket I wore and reached over, pulling the thin tank over my head and exposing my breasts. His throat bobbed when his eyes skimmed over my skin, glinting with lust.
“Perfection.” Leaning over, he flicked his tongue over my nipple, coaxing a whimper from my throat, before his mouth covered my breast, sucking and nipping.
“Ash…” My hand lanced through his tied-back hair, digging my nails in when he moved to the other, lavishing it with his tongue.
“Dammit, Raven,” he rumbled. He pulled back, standing over me. “You are going to make me come so easily.” His teeth bit at my bottom lip, tugging it. “And there are way too many things I want to do to your body before we both black out.”
His mouth came back over mine. Our kiss was violent and demanding. Prey and predator. We started out wounded, broken bodies filled with pain and lies. Hell had rained down, and we were still standing. Accepted the monsters under the facade, the killers that fed off retribution, the depravity we would bathe in.
Together.
Reaching over, I fumbled with his pants, unzipping them enough to slip my hand in, wrapping my fingers around his girth.
“Fuck.” He tipped his head back, and I stroked him. His own fingers slipped under my panties, a hiss snarling from him as he slid through me. “You are so fucking wet.”
“Because of you.”
His gaze came back to mine, and he slid two fingers inside me. Any barrier I erected to keep myself contained shattered with a cry. My spine curved away from the wall, and my hips pushed back as he pumped deeper into me.
He pulled his fingers from me, dripping with my juices, and sucked them in his mouth. “Fuck. I’ve been craving your taste again.” He groaned. “You know why I’m not addicted to fairy dust anymore?” He lowered himself to the ground, his fingers hooking my underwear. “Because of you. Your taste has become my addiction.”
“Ash.” I breathed as his lips trailed down my stomach, dragging my panties down my legs.
The cool air slipped through my folds, my form totally bare to him. “Now I can be uninterrupted.” His hands skated to the inside of my thighs. “Open your legs,” he demanded.
This was Ash’s domain. Where he ruled.
Spreading my legs, letting him see how turned on I was, a deep groan came from him.
“I feel like I’ve been hungry forever and finally have something to fill me.” He leaned forward, his tongue slicing through me.
A strangled cry rattled my throat, my head cracking back into the wall.
Groaning, his lips parted me more, licking through me. With every taste, he got greedier, his hands spreading me further, consuming me with abandonment.
“Oh gods!” I belted, my hips bucking forward. This time, there were no drugs or alcohol to escape in. It was us. Raw and uninhibited.
And it felt even more intense.
“Ash!”
Grabbing my calves, he pulled them over his shoulders, pinning my torso to the wall with his hand, taking full control of my body as he fucked my pussy with his tongue, taking my logic and handing me nothing but vicious pleasure.
The dark dweller clawed at the edges, my teeth growing into fangs, the intensity already buzzing the base of my spine. My dweller was usually hard to fully satisfy, our sex drive high and extreme. Ash easily cut through it, hitting every nerve that made me turn feral.
“Eyes on me,” he growled against me, a whimper sputtering from me. My eyes dropped to him, locking on the fierceness as he slowly licked through me.
I felt something rub against my ass, pushing against it.
My breath caught at seeing the spiked brass knuckles on his hand, the metal bumps rubbing through me.
“Oh gods…” I choked on my own cry. His eyes stayed on mine as he went harder, the spike digging in. His tongue plunged back into me as he pushed the brass knuckles deeper into the muscles of my ass.
Crying out, my body jerked at the mix of pain and pleasure, everything heightening around me. The feel of his tongue, the heat billowing off my body, and the aching need destroying any shame I had.
“Oh gods!”
“You like that?”
I didn’t have to answer. I rode his face harder, my skin growing darker, the dweller snarling up my throat.
“Ash.” His name was garbled as he stroked the brass knuckles through my folds. My fingers threaded through his hair, ripping out the tie and tugging harder on his strands. Groaning, I rolled my hips into him, my sharp nails digging into his scalp when his teeth nipped at my clit.
Howls bayed from me, magic crackling over the room.
“Fuck!” Ash dropped my legs back to the ground, his eyes wild, like a kaleidoscope of green, filled with possession.
“I need to fuck you. Now.” He yanked me from the wall and tossed me onto the bed. “Get on your hands and knees,” he demanded.
I did what he asked, pushing my ass out to him.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned. I heard him kicking off his boots and unbuckling his pants the rest of the way, fabric hitting the floor.
The anticipation, the need to feel him push inside me, was almost too much, my body shaking, my claws cutting into the sheets. Dark dwellers could keep the beast back during sex, but with Ash, I seemed to have no barrier. The dweller wanted him just as much.
His silence twisted my head around. He stood there, his hair hanging wildly, his cock thick and hard, precum spilling out. His eyes were alight with lust, gaze heated on me, like he needed a moment to fully take me in.
“Ash?” I arched, my body shaking for him. “Please.”
“Please what, dziubu? ?” A smile curled his mouth, his hand moving to his cock to stroke himself.
“Fuck me.” I knew my eyes flamed with fire, my need consuming me.
Climbing on the bed, he stayed on one knee, the other leg set by my hip. Grabbing my hips, he yanked me back into him, pushing his cock between my ass. He leaned over, grabbing my chin and twisting it to him, kissing me so deeply my pussy throbbed, dripping down my leg. “Ash.” I pleaded.
“I love hearing you cry out my name.” I felt the tip of him pressing at my entrance, making me groan. “You’re gonna need to hold on.” He put my hands on the headboard right as he seized my hips again, then brutally thrust into my pussy.
Black dots skittered across my vision. Overwhelming energy paralyzed me for a moment. I screamed, my claws ripping into the mattress, air retreating from my lungs.
“Holy. Fuck,” he cried out hoarsely, followed by a moan. “You’re so tight. I’m not even in all the way.” A string of curse words came from him as he pulled out almost to the tip. Then drove back in, bowing my back. The fierce pain, his cock stretching me, hitting me already so deep, I lost all understanding, as if he clicked a switch from human to beast. There was no shame or embarrassment. It was only primal hunger for the pain, desperate for the violence, craving brutality. And the way his cock glided along my walls, hitting every nerve, the dweller howling to the surface. It liked being fucked this way.
It wanted more.
“Gods.” He wrapped my hair in his hand, his hips rolling, pushing deeper into me. “You feel so fucking good, like nothing I’ve ever felt before,” he choked out as my pussy clenched around him, my teeth snapping in a growl.
“Harder!” I snarled, barely sounding human. Magic sparked in the room, igniting my bones.
Ash growled back, pushing me into a pillow and opening my legs wider. The sound of him pounding into me unforgivingly slapped in the air. His hand came down, spanking my ass.
A wail tore through me, my back arching, my pussy dripping down my thigh.
“You want it harder, Raven?” He rubbed through my pussy, feeling himself fuck me.
“Yes!” I bent over further, sinking him deeper into me, making us both moan.
His hand spanked my pussy then, the spike of pain tearing through me. My body shuddered, my climax climbing higher.
“ Megbasz! ” he gritted, pulling out of me. Grabbing my hips, he laid under me, facing me toward his legs and setting me on his face. “Suck yourself off my cock,” he commanded. A surge of desire pebbled my nipples at his order. The other night was the first time I did this. This position always sounded awkward and not sexy to me, but with Ash, I greedily leaned over, my tongue wrapping around the tip of him, sucking myself off his cock.
“Gods.” His throat vibrated as I took him deeper down my throat. “Raven…” His hips jerked up, his lips kissing my pussy deeply.
Taking him so deep down my throat that tears spilled from my eyes, I hummed in the back of my throat.
“ Szar !” He fucked my face as he pushed his fingers into my ass, causing me to cry out, my body starting to orgasm.
“No!” He easily tossed me off, throwing my back on the pillows. “I want to feel you orgasm around my cock.” He crawled over me, spreading my legs around his hips. His eyes were wild, his body shaking with need. There was no more teasing.
He gripped his dick and pushed into me, tilting me slightly up into him.
“Fuck!” I barked at the onslaught, my hips snapping up, meeting his with as much intensity.
“This is mine,” he gritted through his teeth, his thumb rubbing my clit. “No one else gets to fuck you. Just me. Understand?”
“Right back at you,” I growled back, fur spouting along my arms each time he drove deeper into me. I knew this was impossible to ask of a nature fairy. They didn’t have mates, nor were they exclusive, but I wouldn’t be the kept one if he wasn’t.
His jaw locked down, and I was ready for him to deny me. He pounded in harder, his green eyes on me, but I saw no argument in his eyes, each thrust only cementing something in his gaze.
Stretching out as he fucked me, I reached down, grazing his balls and feeling his dick slide in and out of me, sinking my fingers into his ass, knowing what he liked.
His eyes glazed over. His grip on my hips was so hard I knew it would leave bruises. And I loved it. Wanted him to mark me deeper. Ash let out a noise, dropping every barrier he had left, losing control.
Trees outside the window snapped and rattled like a tornado was whipping through, knocking against the boarded-up window.
He railed so hard into me that the wood frame cracked under us, and something inside of me splintered along with it, taking me deeper into oblivion.
“ Szar …” His cock thrust in harder. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Come in my pussy,” I demanded.
His lids narrowed on me, his movement quickening. Reality became too much and too little. We clawed at each other with teeth and nails, trying to tear into each other. Savage and sadistic.
Ash stroked into me so deeply my mouth parted. Latin shot from my lips, the obscurer whispering words I didn’t even recognize. A chant that scorched through us, sinking us so intensely inside each other we were no longer on this plane.
Everything shattered into a thousand pieces.
I fractured with a scream, my pussy pulsing, milking him, absorbing him into my very DNA like a tattoo.
“FUCK!” Ash roared, his hips slammed against mine. He stilled as his cum surged inside of me, hot and burning, his seed filling me until it pooled down my legs. My head tipped back in a cry, another orgasm shredding through my senses, my pussy crudely taking more as he spilled more into me.
Before everything went black, I felt something knot between us, something I never felt with Wyatt, and I knew exactly what it was. I had no control over it, my obscurer and beast taking with no care. I just doomed myself.