Chapter 22 #2
A mural of obsession. Hundreds of photos, each one a stolen moment of her life frozen in time.
Candid. Intimate. Worshipful. Every angle, every emotion, every breath of her pinned up like she was a goddamn shrine built for his pleasure.
Off to the side, a vase of roses, the same kind her stalker once sent.
The same ones that had driven a wedge between us.
My fury surged again, building in my chest like magma. Before I could even act, Rasmus moaned, a guttural, primal sound that reverberated off the walls like a shockwave. The air rippled, and a blast of magic burst out from him, slamming into me.
I staggered, heat rushing through my limbs like a fever. Aniyah’s moans echoed behind it, beautiful, electric, and mine. I couldn’t think of anything beyond the need building inside of me faster than possible. A need too great. Too consuming.
I didn’t just want to fuck, I had to.
My hand dropped to my pants, and the moment I touched myself, I realized I was already painfully hard. One brush and fuck. I came. Just like that. My jaw dropped, hips twitching as I drenched the inside of my pants. What the fuck was happening to me?
Another wave of power hit, and I nearly collapsed. My brain emptied, instincts screaming for release, for contact, for her. I whipped around to the sound of her cry.
Aniyah.
On the floor next to a panting Rasmus, her fingers buried between her thighs, she desperately worked herself. Her face was twisted in that beautifully unsatisfied agony.
My woman.
Her scent—sweet, hot, soaked with arousal—hit me with the force of a truck. My vision blurred. My body moved on its own.
In two steps, I had her off the ground and slammed against the wall. Her legs wrapped around me like a vise, locking us together. No words. No permission. Just raw, undeniable need.
I unzipped, thrusting into her hard and deep, and her head flew back, eyes wet and glittering. “Fuck. Yes. More… need… more.”
Snarling in her face, I twisted her hair in my fist, yanking her head to the side and biting her neck as I drove into her again and again.
Thwop.
Thwop.
Thwop.
Her cries cut off every time I bottomed out, her body choking on my cock, squeezing me like she didn’t want to let go. She was so tight, so wet, sucking me in like her cunt had a mind of its own.
“Oh, god…” she whimpered, nails raking down my back and arms.
Somewhere in my spinning thoughts, I realized she might break skin, skin that was still in armored mode, but the moment her nails scratched through, all rationality vanished. I kissed her harder, deeper. Claimed her.
Then I felt it, a finger pressing close. Too close.
A flash of raven locks and red eyes were in my peripherals. Rasmus.
His voice was venomous, dragging me back into the moment. “You barged in. Got hit with my magic. You better believe I’m not letting anyone ruin this.”
I growled at the intrusion, wanting to throw him across the room, but I couldn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stop fucking.
“Let him,” Aniyah gasped, her head turning toward me, eyes fogged with lust, a wicked grin on her lips.
Then she bit my bottom lip, drawing blood. I didn’t even register the moment he dipped his fingers down, dragging them through our mingled slick on her thighs.
“She’s making extra,” he said, sounding drunk on her. “It’s part of my magic.”
If he kept talking, I would kill him. Then her sweet, husky voice dissipated along with any thoughts outside of keeping my cock buried deep inside her.
“Oh, yes. Alic. Yes. Fuck me. Break me. Own me,” she cried.
Own. Yes.
She was mine. Mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine to love, whether she knew it or not.
Rasmus grabbed her chin and pulled her face to his, moving behind her to cushion her from the wall. I nearly lost my mind. She was mine! Her attention should be mine, but then I saw that blissed-out, trembling look on her face. The sheer need in her was contagious, and I couldn't deny her.
Instead, I leaned down and bit her chest, drawing out a cry that echoed off the walls.
“Are you ready, my star?” Rasmus murmured, pushing against her. “We’re going to take both ends of you so hard you won’t remember your name.”
Her whole body convulsed in response, clenching around me as he pressed in behind her. I felt every inch of him pushing into that last forbidden place, and her walls squeezed around me like they couldn’t tell where one of us ended and the other began.
My breath hitched, feeling him rub between that thin layer, a new sensation of movement that I hated and loved at the same time.
His devilish voice drifted between us. All the nerdy tech guy was gone, and in his place was a psycho stalker that wanted more of her. “Do you feel that, Aniyah? Do you see how good your body feels being stuffed with our cocks?”
She whimpered between us, biting her lip, her eyes screwed shut.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your body. Having you dripping into my mouth was pure perfection. I want to eat you morning, noon, and night. Nothing else can satisfy me now but your cum. I want it all over me.”
Her whole body got tight, one hand digging into my neck, her other arm reaching behind her, grabbing onto his hair like it was the only thing keeping her up.
He thrust into her harder, faster. Not liking to be outdone, I did the same.
The air was thick with the slap of skin, the squelch of slick, and her shattered cries. She was making so much lubricant it was dripping down my legs, coating us, but I wanted all of it.
“You like having your holes stuffed? You like knowing that our cum is going to be dripping out of both holes?” A sob fell from her lips as she nodded, her face twisted up in pleasure like she just couldn't hold it in any longer.
He licked up her neck. “You shine brighter than the sun,” Rasmus whispered against her neck.
“Even when you're a dirty, desperate little thing.”
“Fuck!” She screamed as her whole body clenched, and Rasmus and I hissed.
She came hard, her body locking down around us, and I lost it. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her tight, my growl low and broken as I poured myself into her, pumping as much of myself as I could. I wanted to mark her, breed her, never let her go.
Rasmus grunted behind her, his thrusts slowing down as he whispered, “It's yours, Aniyah. Only yours.” His mouth kissed up her spine with undeniable reverence.
Then it was like the fog lifted. Clarity came crashing down on me, sharp and cold.
My cock twitched inside her as she mewled softly against my shoulder. I held her while glaring at Rasmus, jerking my chin to say, back the fuck off.
He looked like he wanted to rip me apart and would certainly try it, but when Aniyah reached for him, his whole face softened, and he complied. He leaned in, kissing her hand like she was the queen, and we were just her loyal subjects.
Damn it. I wasn’t going to be able to kill him. Not when he made her smile like that.
Gently, I carried her to the couch and eased her down. Her body was boneless, spent, glowing with the aftermath. We’d taken her like animals, yet she looked like a goddess.
When she leaned in and kissed my neck, whispering, “Thank you,” my heart cracked wide open. I’d let her destroy me, walk all over me in heels, and I’d call it an honor.
Reaching for a pillow, I noticed my arms… still encased in stone yet somehow bleeding.
I’d fucked her while encased in the form that could crush most beings, yet she wasn’t hurt.
Not a scratch on her. No blood. No tears. Just satisfaction, pure and wild.
My whole body froze. No. No, it isn’t possible.
My skin, hard as marble to anyone else, was supposed to be impenetrable. Except…
Except for one.
Only for a mate did our armor soften. Only to a mate could we trolls never cause harm, our bodies instinctively shifting to protect them, always, even when our minds didn’t know better.
My breath came in short, sharp bursts. My heart pounded.
I stared at her, blissed out and beautiful, her skin glowing, chest rising and falling with peace and pleasure.
Aniyah Glovefox is my mate.