Chapter 20 Velra
~Velra~
My back hit a wall with a discombobulating jar.
I was very aware of his hands glued to my hips, his fingers basically digging into the sides of my leather bustier.
That minty scent of his infused me.
But it was his steel-gray eyes that held me captive more than anything else.
Fury and passion warred in equal measure as he panted down at me, essentially caging me in against the wall.
The rough stone wall of that same alcove he’d brought me to my first day here at Wraeven Academy.
The symbolism behind that wasn’t lost on me for a moment.
I stared up at him, the fact he was doused in blood, that his eyes were glowing, the vampire and the wolf blazing forth in equal measure.
It was a heady fucking thing.
“You like it,” I rasped, trying to catch my breath. Both wanting to and not wanting to all at the same time. This moment, this intensity… I didn’t want that broken.
“Like what?” he answered, brashly, definitely still in his fight-mode mentality.
But his eyes flickered almost violently as though he was fighting to tone it down with me—kind of wanting to because he believed I needed it, but also not wanting to because of what he’d clearly seen from me in that moment when we’d connected back there.
“The hurt. The aggression, the physical violence, the pain.”
“Tried to tell you that night in The Fade.”
“You weren’t just trying to make me feel better.”
He shook his head. “I always speak the truth to you. After what you’ve been through, I’d never do anything less.” He leaned in close, his warm breath fanning over the side of my neck. “It gets me off in ways you can’t even imagine, love.”
A tremble rolled through me at the erotic promise just barely veiled.
“I saw it from you too. Felt it.” He eased his head back to look at me, his eyes flickering wildly. “Gotta say, I didn’t see that coming. You hid it really deeply.”
“I… I know.”
He grasped my jaw, making me gasp, but not from the suddenness of it.
It was the heat of his fingers against my skin, almost like freezer burn because it was so intense. “You must know by now that this is a safe space for you. No pressure. No judgment. Don’t retreat into yourself. It’s just me. Just us.”
“I’ve always tried to bury it.”
“Your darker side?”
I nodded. “In case I like it too much.”
“So what if you do? I embrace it a whole lot at Graverun—and in other ways—and I’m fine. It hasn’t destroyed me or anything. A predilection doesn’t have to be your entire personality, love.”
“I see that now. Watching you do that up close tonight, it drove it home to me that it can actually be done. And also…” I smiled up at him. “Also that you might be able to help pull me back if I… if I get a little lost.”
“Of course I can.” He stroked my jaw. “But I really don’t think you’ll need me to.”
He sounded so sure, so incredibly sure that I’d be able to handle it, that I wouldn’t get lost.
And, honestly, it was beyond time that I started believing and trusting in that too.
Because holding all of this back—so fucking much—it was hurting too deeply.
I broke his hold on my chin and my arm with a sudden blast of my purple power, and then I was shoving my hands into his chest and slamming him back against the opposite wall with a whole lot of magical force.
It had him grunting at the impact.
And then I was there, using my shadow magic to weave around his throat, then tugging it to jerk him down to me, a moment before I crushed my mouth to his.
My frost seeped into his mouth, which often ramped up from frantic, uneven breathing, and he simply swallowed it down and even groaned at the sensation, escalating the kiss in response.
“Yes,” he rasped. “My fucking Wraithqueen.”
I smiled against his lips, then I thrust my tongue into his mouth and he rose to it, one hand fisting in my hair, the other grabbing my ass and grinding me against his very hard dick.
Even through my leather pants, I could feel him with those thin shorts of his, sliding against me, rubbing and raging to do a whole lot more than that.
Heat rose, pleasure shooting through me and fucking coursing through my veins.
All I was aware of was his scent, his touch, the sexy throaty sounds he made.
The blistering heat from his body that was all encompassing.
I pulled my shadow magic back from his throat, about to snuff it out, but he eased from our kiss and snatched my wrist.
“Can you do that to my cock?”
I stared at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
In the next second, he shoved down his shorts with his free hand, his cock springing free.
He smirked as I involuntarily licked my lips at the sight of so much pre-cum oozing down his shaft.
I loved the effect I had on him.
He released my hand, and I flicked my shadow magic where he wanted it and wove my fingers, watching as it circled his shaft just out of reach.
His breath hitched in anticipation.
When I continued teasing him, not letting it touch him, wanting to mark this moment of him wanting this from me, and so badly at that, he growled and called his claws, then sliced my bustier open, making me gasp as my breasts were suddenly exposed to him.
In a split-second, he was palming them and pinching my nipples, sending shocks of bliss through me that he eased to soothing pleasure as he kneaded in between his torment.
But then he had me choking in shock as he swept his hand over the blood from the fight drenching his chest, then spread it over my breasts, coating my skin in the coppery-red. The sensation of his fingers and the sticky liquid had me undulating against him.
My shadow magic lashed out from the intensity and he jolted as it assaulted his beautiful dick.
“Fuck… more,” he groaned, flicking his tongue over my nipple, then lapping up some of the blood he’d covered me with—marked me with. It was primal and messed-up in an incredibly darkly sexy way.
He was panting in the next moment as I made my shadows swirl all the way around his shaft, brushing and consuming, rushing down his length, then squeezing and teasing.
His mouth ravaged my breasts then as he bucked wildly, thrusting his hips in a hot-as-hell unhinged way that sent a thrill through me.
Moans spilled from my lips and I grabbed at his hair with my free hand, guiding him against me, driving him on with his erotic torment. I felt him smile against my chest, liking that I was taking control with him, that there was this back and forth with us.
He shoved me back against the opposite wall, just as he gave one last long lick to my breasts, before he grabbed my hips brutally, then came all over my stomach.
“Ahh,” I cried out as his hot cum spilled over my skin.
I pulled my shadow magic back, then he was choking, “Pants… lose those sexy fucking pants. Now.”
With a spark of my magic they were gone.
He didn’t give me the chance to do the same with my panties. He fisted them and literally tore them off me with a growl.
And then he hauled me up against him. “Say it,” he breathed between us.
“Don’t fucking stop.” I grinned out at him. “Don’t you dare.”
“Yeah?” he teased. “You’re sure?”
“Son of a bitch, yes. Take it there.”
“Fuck you?”
“Yes, you absolute asshole. Fuck me.”
He snarled, then thrust up inside me, driving so deep that a scream tore from my throat as pleasure and pain collided in a head-spinning symphony of overwhelming sensation.
He rested his forehead against mine and held still. “Fuck me, you’re so—”
“Tight?”
“Nah, saying that means shit, and it’s on the empty side.” He lifted his head to look at me, as he told me earnestly. “I was gonna say perfect. Your word. You’re so fucking perfect.”
Oh my God.
Emotion clogged my throat and I linked my arms around his neck, holding him to me.
He held my gaze as he shifted his weight so he was holding me against him with just one hand, then he dipped his other down between my legs, and slicked up all my wetness that had been dripping down my thighs.
He traced it over my clit, then through my folds, circling and brushing, then pinching, making me tremble in his arms as pleasure built and built to a staggering degree.
He didn’t move inside me. Instead he waited and teased, and delivered so much bliss until I was the one rising up, then fucking him.
As he groaned and threw his head back, I nipped and licked at his stubbly jaw, picking up my pace until I was digging my nails into his nape, scratching down his back, then around to his chest, over his pecs, losing it as I rode him wildly.
He cursed, then met my thrusts, slamming up into me.
His fingers teasing between my thighs sped up until he was using his vampire speed.
“Ah! Shit!” I screamed, clamping down around him as ecstasy tore through me, setting my body alight.
He grabbed my thighs, slammed me against the wall with jarring force again, then pounded into me with his vampire speed, sending my orgasm into the stratosphere as it either carried on, or another one followed so quickly—I didn’t even know.
It inundated me like a fury, one I couldn’t make sense of.
One I didn’t want to make sense of.
I just wanted to feel.
And that was all I could do as he fucked me like a little devil, the force and speed of him moving inside me driving me crazy.
I was lashing out in the middle of it, scraping my nails down his throat, his chest, even his face that made him hiss and smirk, then release a rapturous wolf howl.
He slammed his fist down beside my head, taking a chunk out of the hard stone, and the raw violence of it set me off, and I came again, drenching his big cock.
“Yeah… fuck, woman… fuck me!”
He stilled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and holding me to him, as he came deep inside me with a sexy growl.
Neither of us moved for several moments, the intensity of it a hell of a lot to come down from.
“Well, shit,” he finally uttered, easing himself free from me with a grunt, and a hiss from me.
He put me down, but didn’t pull back.
In fact, his arms came around me instead, looping around my back, and he stared down at me in disbelief and reverence.
“Wow,” I breathed.
A laugh burst from me as I took in the fact that we were both smeared in blood and fluids, clothes torn, hair mussed beyond belief.
He chuckled along with me, noticing what I was. “Sometimes there’s just no waiting, love.”
“There certainly wasn’t tonight.”
“Thank you,” he said, stroking my hair.
“For what?” I murmured against him.
“For pulling me back from the edge.”
I smiled. “Thank you for making it possible for me to go to that edge.”
His hold tightened and he rested his head against mine. “Velra?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t pull away, okay? Not this time.”
My gut twisted. “I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” I vowed, then nuzzled against him.