Chapter 25 #2
My hand slid down her trembling stomach, and I let it settle right between her thighs. I rubbed my thumb against her clit, firm and slow.
Her lips parted in a cry, and that ridiculously sexy silk dress was soaked within seconds as her whole body bowed toward me.
I gripped her chin hard with my other hand, pinching her face as I stroked her, my voice dropping to a dangerous growl against her lips.
“That’s not very gentlemanly, is it?” I tilted my head, flicking a glance toward Van, whose eyes glowed with restrained fury. “Is it, Van?”
Her breathing came in shallow gasps, her moans low and pleading. She was unraveling in real time, right there in his arms. I let her go and vanished at the speed of light, reappearing across the balcony with my arms crossed, face blank.
“Go on, then,” I said, cool as ice. “Would hate to see a lady left trembling like that. Unless, of course, that’s your kink, leaving her a mess for everyone else to clean up.”
Van looked like he was a breath away from tearing me apart. Magic pulsed at his fingertips, but he wouldn’t drop her, not yet, not with her in this state.
Then she collapsed into him, slumping backward, breath ragged. Her voice came out soft and pleading. “Please, Van… I don’t think I can take it much longer.”
Her thighs rubbed together, her hands blindly searching for him as she kissed his chin, body trembling from need.
His resolve cracked. I saw it. Felt it. He shifted, lifting her legs to position himself underneath her, but that wasn’t what I wanted. Not like this.
“Now, Van,” I said, raising a finger to pause his movements. “Let’s be fair, shall we? You gave her a mouthful… seems only right that you return the favor, don’t you think?”
I smirked, leaning against the railing as if I wasn’t seconds away from leaping across the space and tearing him off her.
He growled, the sound edged with warning. “What’re you playing at, Lucus?”
“Playing?” I echoed, my voice tight, barely holding back the fury curling inside me like a live wire. “I’m not playing a damn thing. I’m watching. You like that, don’t you, darling?”
My eyes cut to her, and she looked right back. No flinching. No blinking. Like she could see beneath the cocky mask I wore to the chaos underneath. The pain. The anger. The ache I refused to name.
But she didn’t stop. No. My mate wasn’t scared of anyone. She lifted her chin in defiance, her gaze locking on mine with purpose—an acceptance of the challenge.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “That’s what I want, Van.”
Of course, like the bastard could read her mind, he moved with the ease of someone certain he belonged to her. He guided her back onto the balcony railing, then turned to me, his eyes lit with something close to fury.
“You want a show?” he said, his voice dark and daring. “I’ll give you a goddamn show.”
His fingers danced in the air, green sparks igniting around them. Vines shot up from the floor, thick and alive, coiling toward her with familiarity.
Those evergreen vines twined around the delicate straps of her dress, lifting it over her head, leaving her gloriously bare, her skin bathed in moonlight. I nearly stepped forward, instinct overriding fury. The need to taste her, to claim her, was right there on the edge of my control.
She didn’t get even a second to breathe before more vines sprang to life, binding her wrists and pulling them above her head until she was suspended in the air like a divine offering. Her gasp cut through the night air, sharp and sensual.
Van knelt right there in front of me, staring me down like he had something to prove. Go ahead, pretty boy. Let's see what you're made of.
He guided the vines to lower her, his hands spreading her thighs with a precision that made my jaw clench. “Watch and learn,” he said coldly, before he tilted his head back and buried his face between her legs.
Her cry shattered the silence, raw and exquisite.
I felt my fingers dig deep into my arms, blood trailing down to my elbows as I fought the roar rising in my throat, but I didn’t look away. I couldn’t.
As much as it tore me apart, I couldn’t deny the devastating beauty of her, suspended, vulnerable, and drenched in want. I could smell her arousal in the air, thick and heavy, making my mouth water with the desire to taste her. To make her scream underneath me.
I swallowed hard. Control. I needed control.
She had to learn. She had to experience how I was feeling so she could understand.
I wanted her writhing as she begged for me. I wanted her to need me so much she couldn't even think of leaving me behind.
I was going to prove to her why we were mates and why she was going to bend for me.
Being a glutton for punishment, I held my ground, watching her writhe against the vines holding her in place, her face the very definition of bliss. Pure, drugged pleasure carved into every line of her expression.
Van was holding his own. His tongue flicked over her clit with practiced precision, making her voice raw with those throaty moans that curled around my spine and squeezed. He moved back and forth, licking at her like a starving man, devouring every drop of her pleasure like it would save him.
From where I stood, I had the full view.
His back bent backward, chest rising and falling as he swallowed her down.
His cock was still hard, even after he came in her mouth.
His hands spread her thighs wider as he kissed and bit at the soft flesh, catching a breath only to dive back in like he couldn’t stay away.
Her cries melted into the dark early morning air, soft and soaked with desperation. Her wings fluttered now and then, involuntarily. Every twitch told me he was hitting all the right spots. She hung there, panting, moaning, dripping like a ripe peach begging to be plucked.
Every cell in my body shook. The beast in me growled, clawing at the walls of my control, screaming to take her.
Van needed a reminder that he wasn't the only one who could turn her inside out. Just because he had her cunt on his lips didn’t mean he owned her.
There were other ways to burn my claim into her. He doesn’t get to have it all.
Before I even realized it, I blurred forward, slipping past the vines holding her.
With my chest against her wings, my hand clamped around her throat, I silenced her cry before it could hit the air. “Now, it’s my turn,” I snarled, my breath hot against her skin.
Yanking her head to the side, I slammed my fangs into her neck.
The first draw of blood sent lightning through my veins. Sweet. Spicy. Electric. Addictive. Her pulse thudded against my tongue, thick and strong, and I swore I could feel her magic threading into mine. My eyes rolled back, my cock so hard I thought it might snap in half.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips bucking against Van’s face like she was unraveling from both ends.
“Harder,” she whispered, breath ragged. “More. Take it all.”
I dug deeper, my teeth slicing wider into her neck. She moaned, long and low, like I’d given her exactly what she wanted.
What the fuck?
This wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be rough, punishing, a message. My anger, my dominance, our unmistakable bond, but she flipped it, turning pain into pleasure and pulling the control right out from under me.
My cock slid between her cheeks, and she pushed back into me, begging without words. Her body knew what it wanted, and it was all of us.
I tore out of her neck, my fangs leaving a jagged mess behind. Her pale skin was streaked in crimson now, blood trailing down her collarbone like art, and everything inside me roared for more.
Swiping my hand up her throat, I gathered as much blood as I could before spitting the contents of my mouth into my palm. Then I gripped myself, slicking my cock in her thick ruby essence.
When I yanked her head back by her hair, she hissed, eyes blazing. Van moved like he might intervene, but she snapped, “Don’t you dare! I can handle him.”
Her scent hit me again, sweet, musky, addictive. It was the scent of my salvation. “Are you sure about that, darling?”
That was the only warning she got before I positioned myself and rammed my blood-slicked cock into her ass. She screamed, guttural and wild.
“Keep going, Van,” I called over her cries, staying buried deep, letting her body adjust for a moment before I began to drive into her.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
“You feel that, Ni?” I growled, hoping that she finally understood. “You can deny it with your words, but it’s here.” I pressed a bloodied hand to the small of her back, resting my head between her shoulder blades. “I feel it here.” Our bond, the one that said we were meant for each other.
Her strangled moan was answer enough. I licked along the base of her wings, and she writhed beneath me, one arm flung behind her to bury fingers in my hair, holding me close.
I chuckled. She was so close, I could taste it in the air. She was right where I wanted her.
I changed my rhythm, letting my fangs graze her wings. At the same time, Van pushed three fingers into her pussy, making her whole body clamp down. Her thighs locked around him as her ass clenched around me so tightly I couldn’t move.
Her voice tore through the night as she came between us. “Mmm, fuck! Oh… oh fucking god!”
*She collapsed like melted sugar, soft, trembling, but I wasn’t done. Not even close.
I ripped her away from Van and the vines, slamming her into the railing. Gripping her hips like they were the last thread to my sanity, I drove into her with punishing force. I was going to break her, then rebuild her in my name. I would ruin her for anyone else and make her mine.
Van shouted something. I bared my fangs and snarled at him, not breaking my stride.
Aniyah flung a hand behind her, panting as I kept pounding into her like they weren't having a lovers’ quarrel. “Stop! I... got... this.”
“You’re hurting her,” Van growled, not understanding. She wasn’t hurting; she was simply facing the dark beast she’d awakened.
Her hand trembled as it cupped my cheek, guiding my face to hers like he hadn’t said anything. She licked the blood from my lips and tongued my fangs, making my hips stutter and my heart flip.
“That’s right, Lucus,” she whispered. “Bend me. Break me. Make me yours. I can take it, all of it, as long as it’s you.”
A growl built in my throat, deep and feral. Logic evaporated. Her permission shattered every chain on my instincts.
I slid out of her ass and flipped her around, hoisting one leg over my shoulder and slamming into her sweet, wet, cunt.
We groaned in unison at the contact. The unbearable heat, the tension, the need that lived here between her thighs, had been waiting for me. This was who we were.
I pistoned into her with reckless speed, bending low to take her nipple into my mouth before piercing her breast with a fang and drinking deeply.
Her head fell back, hands clawing through my hair as she rode me, hips rolling in rhythm with mine. We moved like animals, dirty, desperate, divine. We couldn’t stop, even as blood, cum, and sweat coated us. We’d never stop.
I let her breast go and licked at the wounds, then glanced up and saw the mess I’d made of her neck.
My mind cleared for a split second. The pain I felt disappeared, along with the anger, and what was left over was just raw vulnerability.
The fear that she didn't want me, that she was going to reject me because we weren't bonded.
I needed to tell her that this wasn't about the others or her running the club or even being a gangster. I just wanted to stay by her side; that was all I wanted.
Leaning in, I whispered, my voice so ragged it would seem like I’d been running. “I... I don’t care. Just don’t leave me behind.”
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as I drove into her, hard, deep, brutal. My mark would live inside her even if she told me no with her next breath.
She trembled violently, her voice a shaky rasp as she pressed her lips to my throat. “I won’t. You’re mine now.”
My heart soared at her breathless words because I knew they were real. In just a few syllables, she’d given me a place at her side, no rejection, no distance. Even if she couldn’t promise me the title of mate yet, she wasn’t pushing me away, and for now, that was enough.
I only had a second to feel the joy of having her say I was hers until she bit me on my neck. Hard. Her blunt teeth broke through skin, and I roared, hips jerking uncontrollably as I poured myself into her, marking her in return.
We collapsed against each other, bodies heaving, soaked in lust and blood, but she wasn’t done.
Her hand snaked down between us and wrapped around the base of my cock. Pulling me free, she slowly pumped me before she dropped to her knees. Her lips wrapped around my cock, licking me clean of the blood, cum, all of it, while she moaned like I was the sweetest sin she’d ever tasted.
My body spasmed again, and I nearly came just from her mouth. Again.
Why was she so damn perfect? How did she drive me so insane?
When I could finally think again, I knew she'd broken me because I couldn't figure out why I had been so mad to begin with. All I knew was that after this, I would never be the same.
She stood slowly, licking her lips, her stare locked onto mine as she gave me a wicked grin.
“Now, that’s a proper peppermint swirl.”
* Song: Darkside by Bring Me The Horizon