Chapter 14 - Vera #2
With a growl that vibrates through my core, he shoves me back against a massive pine, the bark rough and biting into my spine.
The impact jars a gasp from me, but I hook a leg around his waist, pulling him closer.
His mouth crashes down on mine, not a kiss but a conquest, teeth nipping, tongue invading, tasting of salt and smoke.
I bite back, drawing blood from his lip, and he hisses, thrusting his hips forward to grind his erection against my core.
The friction sends sparks shooting through me, my pussy clenching emptily, already slick with want.
"You little bitch," he mutters against my mouth, his hand shoving up my shirt, palm rough as it cups my breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it hardens to a peak. He pinches hard, pain blooming into pleasure, making me arch into him. "Always pushing. Always needing to be put in your place."
I laugh, low and mocking, even as my body betrays me, hips rocking against his hardness.
"Then do it. Or are you all talk tonight?
" My hands fumble with his belt, yanking it open, fingers diving into his trousers to wrap around his cock.
Fuck, he's massive, velvet steel, veins throbbing under my grip, the head slick with pre-cum.
I stroke him roughly, thumb circling the tip, feeling him twitch.
Lucian's control frays. He rips my hand away, pinning both wrists above my head with one massive palm, the tree bark scraping my skin.
His other hand tears at my pants, shoving them down my thighs along with my underwear, exposing me to the chill air.
"Spread your legs," he commands, voice thick with lust.
I resist for a heartbeat, thighs clamped, eyes locked on his in challenge.
He wedges a knee between them, forcing them apart, his fingers delving into my folds without preamble.
"Soaking wet," he groans, two digits plunging deep, curling to stroke my inner walls.
I buck against his hand, a moan escaping despite my clenched teeth.
He pumps them in and out, thumb pressing my clit in brutal circles, building that fire until my legs tremble.
"Admit you want this," he demands, leaning in, his beard scraping my jaw as he nips at my earlobe. "Admit you need my cock owning this cunt."
"Never," I spit, but it's weak, my body grinding down on his fingers, chasing the edge. He adds a third finger, stretching me wide, the burn exquisite. My head falls back against the tree, breaths coming in pants.
He withdraws suddenly, leaving me aching, and spins me around, pressing my front to the pine.
The bark digs into my breasts through my shirt, nipples scraping with every heave.
His body molds to my back, cock nestling between my ass cheeks, hot and heavy.
"You'll beg by the end," he promises, voice dark velvet.
One hand yanks my hips back, arching me, while the other guides his cock to my entrance. He teases, rubbing the head through my slickness, coating himself. "Feel that? How ready you are for me to wreck you."
I push back, trying to take him, but he holds me still, control absolute. "Please," I whisper finally, the word slipping out unbidden.
He thrusts in hard, burying half his length in one go. The stretch is brutal, my pussy clenching around him, walls fluttering. "Louder," he grunts, pulling out to slam deeper.
"Please, Lucian, fuck me!" It tears from me as he sheathes fully, balls slapping my clit, the impact jarring my whole body.
He sets a savage pace, hips pistoning, each thrust driving me into the tree.
The forest fades, the snores, the wind, nothing but the wet slap of flesh, his grunts mingling with my cries.
His hand snakes around, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing furiously.
"That's it, take every inch. This pussy's mine, tight, greedy, made for my cock. "
I claw at the bark, splinters embedding in my palms, the pain heightening everything. His free hand grips my throat from behind, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth in a messy, angled kiss. Tenderness flickers there, a soft lick amid the bites, his thumb stroking my pulse like a vow.
But anger surges back. He pulls out, flipping me to face him, lifting one of my legs high over his hip.
"Look at me while I fuck you," he orders, plunging back in.
Our eyes lock, his dark with possession, mine defiant yet pleading.
He grinds deep, circling his hips, hitting spots that make stars explode behind my lids.
Sweat slicks us, shirts clinging, the scent of pine and musk thick. I rake nails down his back, under his shirt now, drawing welts. He hisses, retaliating by biting my shoulder, marking me. "Come for me, Vera. Drench my cock."
The command tips me, orgasm crashing like a wave, my walls spasming, milking him. I scream into his neck, muffled, body convulsing.
He doesn't stop, fucking me through it, prolonging the ecstasy until I'm limp.
Then he pulls out, dropping to his knees in the dirt, mouth latching onto my pussy.
His tongue delves deep, lapping my release, beard scraping oversensitive folds.
"Taste yourself," he mumbles, rising to kiss me, sharing the tang.
But he's not done. He shoves me down onto my knees, cock bobbing before my face, glistening with us. "Suck it. Clean me off."
I resist, turning my head, but he fists my hair, guiding me. "Open." I do, tongue flicking the head, tasting our mingled essence. I take him deep, hollowing cheeks, bobbing as he thrusts shallowly. His groans echo, hand tightening.
"Enough," he pulls me up, bending me over a fallen log nearby, the moss soft under my belly. He spreads my cheeks, thumb circling my ass, teasing. "Ever think about this? Me claiming every hole?"
My breath hitches, fear and thrill. "Do it," I challenge, pushing back.
He spits on his fingers, working one into my tight ring, slow at first, then faster. I moan, the fullness strange, intoxicating. He adds his cock back to my pussy, double penetration with finger and shaft, rocking gently.
Tenderness again, he kisses my spine, murmuring, "Good girl, taking it all." Loyalty in his touch, need in his voice.
But possession wins. He replaces his finger with his cock head, pushing past the resistance. The burn is intense, but I relax, craving the dominance. He inches in, groaning, "So fucking tight."
Once seated, he moves, slow then building, hand reaching around to finger my pussy. Dual sensations overwhelm, fullness behind, strokes within. I come again, harder, squirting around his fingers.
He follows, pulling out to spill on my back, hot ropes marking me. We collapse, him pulling me into his arms on the ground, bodies entwined.
"Vera," he whispers, hand stroking my hair. "We carry this together. Through the woods, the ruins, all of it."
I nod, nestled against his chest, the forest's whispers fading. For now, in his embrace, we're unbreakable.
But as embers die, he stirs again, hunger unquenched. He rolls me beneath him, spreading my legs wide, entering slowly this time, missionary in the dirt. Eyes locked, he thrusts deep, grinding. "Feel me? This is us, fierce, forever."
I wrap around him, meeting every plunge, nails in his ass. We build slow, then frantic, another peak shattering us together.
Exhausted, we dress in silence, returning to camp. Abigail stirs but sleeps on. Rourke snores unaware.
Dawn nears, but our bond, forged in vulgar fire, steels us for what's ahead.
***
The fire dwindles to ash by morning, leaving the camp cold and brittle.
My limbs ache from restless half-sleep, every dream haunted by spirals carved into stone.
Abigail stirs beside me, her small fingers still clinging to my cloak.
She whispers that she dreamt of lights dancing in the trees, voices that hummed like the river.
I hush her gently, though unease prickles at the back of my neck.
Lucian rises first, as always. He douses the embers, his movements sharp, economical.
There is tension in his shoulders, the kind that comes from a night without rest. Rourke grumbles awake, cursing the cold, his knife still clenched in his fist as if he slept waiting for enemies.
We break our meager fast and press deeper into the pines.
The forest grows stranger with every mile.
The air feels thick, close, as though the trees lean inward to listen.
The path narrows until we are forced into single file, each of us brushing against bark slick with resin.
Shadows coil in strange shapes. The silence remains absolute, heavy enough that I hear the blood rush in my ears.
By midday, we reach a clearing where the ground is littered with bones, deer, elk, perhaps even wolves.
All whitened by time, all scattered in chaotic patterns as though dropped from the sky.
Abigail clings to me, burying her face against my side.
Lucian crouches to study the remains, his jaw tight.
“Predator?” I ask softly.
“Something older,” he mutters. “And clever.”
Rourke spits into the dirt, his eyes darting. “We shouldn’t be here. This place…it eats what strays.”
I glance back at the trees. For an instant, I think I see movement, shadows bending against the light, but when I blink, they are still. My stomach knots. We leave the clearing quickly, though the weight of unseen eyes follows.
Abigail grows tired, stumbling often. I carry her when I can, though my wound throbs under the strain. Lucian notices but says nothing, though once I catch his gaze lingering, a flicker of concern in the hard lines of his face. He masks it quickly, but it lingers in my thoughts.