Chapter 20
ACHILLES
I watch her as she dozes.
After the unhinged madness at the cliffs, when I claimed her and filled her with my cum before tasting her mouth and her blood, Yelena just sort of…collapsed.
And yes, my ego is soaring to think I fucked her into a coma.
Part of me contemplated sliding my dick back into my new favorite vagina in the world then and there. But even by my standards, removing her ability to use her safe word due to loss of consciousness felt…well, dubious.
Yes, my kink involves non-consent. But that doesn’t mean I actually sexually assault women. It’s “consensual” non-consent. And since Yelena and I haven’t yet had a conversation around things like somno-play or free use, railing her while she was literally unconscious felt like a gray area.
Also, lying unconscious on the edge of a seventy-foot cliff is asking for trouble.
So I scooped her and our clothes—shredded or otherwise—up into my arms and brought her back here to The Garrison.
Currently, she’s curled up on a mattress I made from the hoodie I took off and stashed before she got here, my jeans and her ruined clothes, with my t-shirt covering her against the chill of the night.
Naked, I sit back on my haunches near her feet; again, studying her.
Watching her.
Dissecting every breath, movement of her body, and small sound she makes.
Analyzing the bruises and bites and scratches all over her body.
The ones I gave her.
Yelena shifts in her sleep and the t-shirt that was covering her ass slips away. She curls one knee up to her chest.
Fuck.
I’m suddenly staring at her pink, swollen, freshly fucked pussy, looking so pretty and lickable nestled between her thighs.
Yeah, fuck gray areas.
She doesn’t stir as I gently roll her onto her back and spread her legs. I crawl between them, my cock twitching and thickening hungrily.
Yelena gasps softly in her sleep when my mouth descends to her cunt, my tongue dragging slowly through her puffy, swollen lips.
Devouring her. Tasting her blood and our cum all mixed together.
Fuck, it’s intoxicating. Addictive.
I drag my tongue over her, cleaning the evidence of our fuckfest off her thighs before I dive back into my prize. Yelena moans in her sleep, writhing quietly as I tongue her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her whimpers grow louder and more insistent. Her hips roll instinctively.
My eyes drag up her marked and bruised body, watching her face cave in pleasure as I suck her clit between my lips and swirl my tongue over it.
Her hips jerk suddenly as her cry of pleasure splits the night.
I pull away just as her eyes fly open and she scrambles to a half-sitting position, a confused look on her face.
“Good morning,” I growl, even though it’s still pitch-dark night.
She focuses her sleepy gaze on me, blinking away her drowsiness.
“I fell asleep.”
I smirk. “Correct.”
Yelena looks around again with that very cute confused look on her face. She glances down suddenly, taking in her nudity and her spread legs, and blushes as she snaps them shut.
Then her eyes widen.
“You—you didn’t use a condom, did you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Fear sparks in her face. “Really?”
My shoulders lift. “I wasn’t going to have anything between me and what was mine.”
She stares at me. “What was yours?” she echoes quietly.
“It still is. It remains mine.”
She frowns. “I wasn’t emphasizing the tense in that sentence. I’m confused why you think any of me is your—”
Yelena gasps sharply as I eradicate the distance between us, her hair at her nape suddenly wrapped around my fist and our foreheads touching.
“The reason, little prey, that I know…not think…that your pussy, your mouth, your ass, and literally every other single square inch of you is mine, is that I claimed them.”
I almost expect a surge of that indignation that I have come to realize I really like. That fierce little fire in her.
But instead she blushes, biting her lower lip as her eyes sparkle into mine.
She knows I’m right.
Good.
“You licked it, so it’s yours?” she says sarcastically, heat staining her cheeks as she pulls back a little.
I smile, slowly running my tongue over my lips.
Yelena drops her gaze down her body as she pulls away the t-shirt covering her pussy. Her mouth opens a little wider before her eyes suddenly snap to mine.
“Did you go down on me while I was asleep?” she chokes.
“Waking you up seemed like a dickhead move.”
She stares at me, her brow knit. “But performing oral sex on me while I was unconscious wasn’t?!”
“Correct. And you’re welcome.”
She looks like she wants to be angrier than she actually is. I can see the clash warring in her eyes before she bites her lip again to hide the little grin there as she turns away.
“That’s…really fucked up.”
“Is it?”
She glances back at me. “What do you mean is it? You did that while I couldn’t—”
“I mean, given the context,” I growl, crawling over her again.
My hand slides back into her hair, gathering it around my fist. My other hand lands possessively on her hip, my fingers spreading across her warm, soft skin as I drag my teeth up her throat, groaning.
“W-what context,” she breathes, her breath coming haltingly.
“The context of everything that came before it,” I murmur against her delicate skin, nipping it slightly and making her jump.
“The context of chasing you through the woods. The context of burying my cock in your virgin pussy and fucking you while you were halfway over a cliff with a knife to your throat.”
Yelena whimpers, her breath catching sharply as I whisper my lips over hers.
“I… I suppose you're right,” she says softly, shuddering against me as I pull her against my body. Her nipples tighten and drag across my chest, her fingertips trace up my biceps.
Then she stops. “I have to pee.”
I nod, standing and reaching down to help her up from the ground. She starts to walk toward the bathrooms but then turns back to me. Before I know what’s happening, she’s sliding into my arms and pressing her body to mine as she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
Then she pulls away and scampers off to the bathrooms.
A small smile creeps over my lips.
Shit.
I might be fucked.
I start to sit when a glow flickering in the darkness to my right catches my eye. I frown as I walk over to the edge of the huge bonfire pit, then realize the glow is Yelena’s cell phone.
Wren
Duuuuude where are you?? 911!!
Wren
sry not actual 911
Wren
Emotional 911. Bryce 911.
I don’t know or care who Bryce is. But as much as I enjoy prying into every facet of Yelena's life, this does feel like snooping.
Stalking is fun.
Snooping is lame.
I go to close her phone, but my thumb slides across her screen, swiping from her text messages to a web browser she must have had open.
And instantly, whatever smug, possessive feelings I was having a second ago are obscured by livid red clouds.
The browser is open to the site for Kyle’s fucking hedge fund.
…And she’s got the page zoomed in on his smug, shit-eating professional headshot.
Violence erupts inside me.
A cacophony of jealous fury.
Throbbing, snarling, green-eyed rage.
I leave her my hoodie and jeans, and whatever is left of her shredded clothes.
Then I’m gone.