Chapter 14 Aniyah #2
I nodded as best I could, breath caught, toes dangling. I was struggling in his grip, not out of fear, but anticipation. Wanting him to throw me around, to be consumed by this powerhouse of a male who was finally letting go.
It took only a flick of his fingers for my panties to rip apart, fluttering to the floor. I gasped for air, hips bucking forward on instinct. What could I say? I was a dirty, thirsty bitch. Seeing this gentle giant unravel for me, exposing his hidden violence, made my core throb with need.
“You want me to take you? Hurt you?” he snarled near my ear. “Let you see how depraved I really am? See what I’ve always wanted to do to you? What I’ve dreamed of ever since I started this job?”
My eyes rolled back, lungs burning, brain floating in euphoria as his legs slid between mine, spreading them open while I still hung in his grasp.
Then I heard it, the hiss of a zipper, the soft rustle of fabric, followed by the heat of his breath against my neck as his words sliced through me. “You’re going to regret this... but it’ll be the best moment of my life.”
No, I won't, but we agree that this will be the best moment of your life.
He released my throat, and gravity did the rest, spearing me on his cock like I’d been made for it.
My mouth opened, but only a whimper escaped. I clung to him, body shaking, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as his thick, fat length stretched me wider than I thought possible.
“Holy... fuck,” was all I could manage, raking my nails down his chest just to anchor myself.
He brushed my hair aside gently, his voice low and smug. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle it. Not after that little show, Miss Glovefox.”
His words lit a match inside me, and I latched onto his neck, dragging him down into a kiss that was more battle than affection, lips clashing, tongues fighting for dominance.
When I licked the seam of his mouth and he groaned, I pounced, biting my own lip until it bled, then slashing my tongue across the cut.
The next kiss was messy, that coppery liquid tangling with our tongues.
I wanted him to taste me. To know I was his, and he was mine.
He started moving, his hips rocking in slow, devastating thrusts. I devoured his mouth like it held the last of the brownie batter—sweet, forbidden, addictive. His hands clutched at my thighs as he took a step back, keeping me impaled on his cock.
Then he effortlessly lifted me and dropped me onto the conference table, shoving me onto all fours. My cheek hit the cold wood, ass up in the air.
“Wings,” he commanded.
I smirked. He was going to have to work for that.
His fingers wound into my hair, yanking at the roots. “I said, wings.”
Still, I didn’t give in. Neither did he.
This time, he trailed a thick, heated finger between my shoulder blades, dragging it slowly. I moaned, and just like that, my wings burst free with a flutter.
“Fuck. Don’t—” I gasped, but he cut me off by jerking my head back, keeping my spine arched, body helpless.
“Don’t what?” His voice dripped with a viciousness I didn't know he had. “Don’t touch you here?”
His fingers slid along the roots of my wings, making them twitch and pulse. He leaned in, placing reverent, wet kisses along the delicate veins, and that was when it clicked for me. He has a wing fetish. How lucky am I?
Pleasure rolled down my spine in waves, setting my whole body alight. My wings quivered, each caress sending shockwaves through me.
Then he slid the head of his cock through my slick entrance, gathering my juices as he groaned. “Ni... shit... you’re fucking everything.” He muttered it more to himself than me before plunging back in. “Your wet heat is sucking me in. Won’t let go. Can you handle being stuck like this forever?”
I didn’t answer, not with words. I moaned, grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands and spreading them apart, letting him watch himself disappear inside me.
His body went rock hard—literally. His skin became living stone. The sensation was otherworldly but not painful, just powerful. Unfiltered, unstoppable.
I met his thrusts, pushing back on him, but he yanked me up by the hair, keeping us connected as he deeply inhaled at my neck.
“I can’t get your scent out of my mind,” he said. “It’s driving me crazy.”
“You and me both,” came a new voice—smooth, rich, and British—as the door clicked open.
Standing there in a grey vest and dress pants was my vampire. All elegance and danger.
Alic snarled, his arms tightening around my waist like steel bands as he yanked me back so hard I yelped.
“Who the fuck are you?” he roared.
Fair question.
“He’s a new member,” I answered coolly, trying to keep the situation calm. “A valued one.”
Alic wasn’t buying it.
“What the fuck do you want?” he snapped, voice sharp with possessive rage.
The vampire stepped forward, undeterred. With one tug of the strings down the front of my corset, his gaze locked on mine, silver eyes burning.
“I want her to take responsibility for what she’s done.”
And the way he said it? Sent a thrill right through me.
I made a snap decision. Lifting my arm toward him, palm up, vein pulsing with invitation, I met Lucus' starving gaze. “Then take your penance,” I said softly. “Go ahead.”
His eyes dropped to my wrist, gaze sharpening like a predator spotting prey.
He took my hand, cradling it almost reverently, and ran his thumb over the delicate stretch of skin there, feeling the rhythm of my pulse, the heat beneath the surface.
I could see what was inside him, his craving warring with his self-control.
Behind me, Alic’s irritated voice broke through. “Aniyah! Are you just going to—”
I snapped my head toward him, something feral snapping into place. “Who told you to stop?!”
His arm twitched around my waist like he might resist, might challenge me, but when I clenched down and gave a sharp shake of my hips, a reminder that he was still buried deep inside me, he gave in.
His next thrust was slow, deep, punishing.
A deliberate tease. I guessed that was my punishment, but I didn’t care.
Not when Lucus was looking at me like I was everything he’d ever hungered for.
A sudden burn flared at the small of my back, but I shoved it away. That could wait. Everything could wait except this.
His lips hesitant velvet, Lucus kissed the inside of my wrist, soft, slow, then up my arm, dragging heat in a line over my skin.
My body arched instinctively, nipples hardening, blood rushing to every nerve ending.
It was maddening how soft he was, how unbearably gentle in contrast to the chaos around us.
Over my shoulder he went, then up the column of my neck, each press of his mouth sending little jolts through me like sparks igniting in a line.
I let myself fall back onto Alic. His breath was coming out in short bursts against my spine, each exhale fanning the flames already dancing in my veins. I was pinned between two storms.
I felt Lucus’ breath at my chest, but he didn’t bite right away. No. The bastard played.
His lips closed around my nipple, drawing it into his mouth, tongue circling with excruciating precision. I whimpered, one hand clinging to Alic’s thigh to stay upright. Then his fangs sank into the soft swell of my breast, just beneath the curve.
The moment his fangs pierced skin, my entire body detonated.
Pleasure surged through me, lightning-fast and dangerous, hitting every corner of my body. I gasped, my stomach contracting so violently it felt like an orgasm without touch. My heart thundered. Every beat of it pulled more of me into his mouth, feeding him my essence, my lust, my desire.
But I was greedy. I wanted more, wanted it all. Wanted to turn these men into beasts that matched my own.
I ripped my arm out of Alic’s grip, threading my fingers into Lucus’ silver-streaked hair and yanking his face harder into my chest, holding him there like I’d never let him go.
His lips were wet with blood and spit, but he moaned like I was his salvation.
He dug in deeper, making it hurt, but the pain was just the slice of reality I needed.
Alic groaned behind me, one hand gripping my hip tighter as he thrust up again, this time deeper.
I couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and the other began.
With the stretch, the bite, the feeling of being devoured from the inside out, my pleasure blurred into something bigger than the body could hold.
Something cracked inside me. Something wild.
Without warning, I shoved Lucus back. His fangs tore from my skin with a painful, wet pop, leaving blood trailing down my chest. He looked dazed, drunk on me. Alic barely had time to react before I kicked my legs back, hitting his thigh and making him stumble with a grunt.
I didn’t wait.
I bolted for the door, heart hammering, body still trembling with aftershocks. I threw one look over my shoulder, my voice pure challenge, pure heat.
“Catch me if you want your fill, or else you can just starve.” I really was a heartless bitch.
* Song: Need It by Chris Grey