26. Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hector
Possessive desire swells within me, sharp and all-consuming.
Charon’s hands move automatically, sliding under my shirt to feel the heat of my skin. I want to mark him with something no one—not even death—can take from me. I want to drown in him, make him forget the horrors, the pain, the man dying beneath us.
“Mine,” he whispers against my neck, dragging his teeth along my pulse point.
With a shudder, I tip my head back and reach inside his pants to pull out his heavy length. “Yes. Gods, yes.”
My hand strokes him faster as he thrusts against my palm desperately, sucking on my throat hard enough to break skin, like every part of him needs to live inside me .
When warmth trickles down my throat, I moan, letting go of him to swipe a hand through the bite. Crimson stains my fingers, and I wrap them around his cock again, spreading my blood over his shaft. “Lean back.”
Obeying my command, Charon lowers himself over Jonas's legs, whose rattling breaths fill the room.
I use his shoulders to stand, body trembling as I undo my trousers before dropping them to the floor.
When my length juts upward, he dips his head to lick along my glistening tip, pulling a hiss of pleasure from my throat.
“Bite me again,” I murmur, straddling his lap to sit on his thighs. He releases a sharp breath as our shafts glide together. “Make me bleed. I want to carry your mark into the afterlife when I go.”
A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he grabs my hips, holding me in place. My pulse thrums beneath my skin, begging to be claimed, and something primal in the Ferryman answers. He leans forward, dragging his lips over the shell of my ear before mouthing, “You’re not going anywhere without me.”
Then he sinks his teeth into the juncture between my neck and shoulder, deep enough to scar.
I cry out, my whole body arching as warm metallic rolls down my skin. With the gun still pointed at Jonas, I wrap my free hand around our lengths and stroke roughly, neither of us caring when the body beneath starts to spasm.
“Kiss me,” I moan, my hips jerking against his hold.
He takes my lips again, and my tongue laps into his mouth, gathering saliva and blood.
Pulling away, I gaze down at my fist as I part my jaw, letting red-tinted spit drip onto our cocks.
It mixes with the precum leaking from us both, and each slick pass of my palm pulls a shaky breath out of Charon.
But it’s not enough.
“I need…” Biting my bottom lip, I look up at him from under my lashes in shame. “I want more, but I don't…know how. If I can. What those soldiers did to me when I was young…”
Fury and vengeance flash in his eyes, pupils completely blown out. He softens his grip, letting go of my hips to cradle my face with a slow shake of his head. No. Not shame. Never.
“I'm sorry,” I whisper brokenly.
Charon reaches for my hand, the one still holding the gun, before guiding the barrel until it rests against his chest—right over his heart.
My eyes go wide, heart slamming into my ribs. “Charon—”
He shakes his head again, covering my hand with his as he pours every word he’s trying to say into his gaze. Leaning in, he kisses my forehead, then my cheek, moving to my lips where he mouths the words, “ You’re in control.”
My jaw quivers, fingers tightening on the grip of the gun. Moisture pools on my tongue, and I spit onto his length one more time before rising onto my knees.
“I don't want to hurt you,” I sob, dropping down just slightly enough that the tip of his cock rests against my hole.
That only makes him smile. You won't.
He doesn't need to mouth the words. I can see them in his eyes, in the way he leans back just enough to let me take this at my own pace. His hands stay low on my thighs, thumbs brushing steady circles into my skin .
My breath catches when I lower myself just a little more, pain and pleasure warring within. The burn is fleeting thanks to these rotter genes, but…I like it. Because I’m with him . My legs start to tremble when my body resists and relents all at once.
“You’re safe,” he mouths against my cheek. “I’ve got you.”
My ass eventually settles against his thighs as my hole swallows his cock tightly.
Charon seems to be forcing himself still, and I release a breathy moan, letting myself adjust. When I finally start to move with slow, shallow rolls of my hips, it’s not about pleasure, not at first. It feels like reclaiming what was taken from me.
Our rhythm stutters and shakes, but I keep going, my knuckles white on the gun. Tears burn hot at the corners of my eyes, but he kisses them away. His fingertips trail up my spine as I shudder with every inch I take back for myself.
“You’re okay,” he mouths, even though he knows I’m not. Maybe we both never will be. “You’re mine.”
I grind down harder, the drag of his cock inside me sparking a cry of pleasure, and I can see his self-control starting to fray.
“I need more,” I choke out, rising up to slam back down again, my length dripping between us. “Please. Make me feel you.”
Gripping my hips tight, Charon helps guide my movements as I start to ride him hard. His fingers thread through my curls, tugging lightly to raise my gaze. Those blue eyes lock on mine, wild and dark and begging . I rock faster, the slap of skin drowning out the gurgles of a dying man.
“Mine,” I hiss, burying my face in his shoulder. “You’re fucking mine . ”
He endures it all for me—my teeth at his throat, the barrel of the gun bruising his chest, my hole choking his cock like I never want to let go. Tilting his head, he bares his neck as if daring me to take more. To claim him as he’s claimed me.
My teeth sink in deep, leaving a mark that’ll outlast whatever hell still waits for us outside this room.
Fire explodes behind his eyes as he holds my hips still, fucking up into me with a rolling growl.
I cry out, reaching between us to stroke myself hard, my entire body bowing with ecstasy when the orgasm takes control.
I come with his name on my tongue, painting both our stomachs in cum before I whip the gun towards Jonas's head and pull the trigger.
Blood sprays Charon’s cheek, but he keeps thrusting, too far lost in the pleasure to care.
When he finally spills inside me, it’s with his teeth buried in my throat. I collapse against him, sweaty and panting, heartbeat hammering like a war drum. He wraps his arms around me tightly when the pistol clatters to the ground, gunshot still echoing off the walls.
And even though we’re still trapped inside this prison, with monsters and mayhem waiting for us beyond these walls, I’ve never felt more free.