Chapter Fourteen
Well, that promise sure pushed all sorts of sexual levers. She felt an aroused flush sweep up her neck and face. Unsurprising. Her hormones were having a meltdown.
If any other male had given her those words, Wynter would have thought he was all talk. But Cain could be super intense at times. Which didn’t translate into her getting a rough fuck. No, he subjected her to what could only be described as pure sexual torment. He did take and take. He would tease and rut and draw it all out. He’d alternate between denying her orgasms and forcing her into orgasms, essentially taking full control of her pleasure.
Although there were moments when it felt like sheer hell, there were also moments when she came so hard that the orgasms all but flattened her; they felt as much of a mental release as a physical one. She was rather fond of those orgasms. Hence the anticipation now swirling in her belly.
“It’s not as if you haven’t used me like that before. I’m not seeing the problem.”
Damn if her voice didn’t break.
No satisfaction rippled across his face. Only an irritation that made his nostrils flare. “The problem is that I won’t be the only one who fucks you. My creature will rise. It will bite you. That’s all it can think about.”
Wynter tensed.
“Seven hours we were without you. We had no clue where you were. We only knew you were alive because we can touch your soul. But we had no way of getting to you. We were fucking stuck here.”
Her chest ached at the torture and helplessness that gleamed in his eyes and left a jagged edge to his voice.
“My monster was a mess the whole time. I was no better. And though you’re back and it can see that you’re fine, it mentally still isn’t in a good place. Neither am I, so I don’t have enough control to firmly subdue it right now. It knows that; it would take advantage. It wants to lay claim to you in the only way that it can. You need to give me some physical space.”
Maybe. But she didn’t want to. Not simply because his sexual warning sounded rather intriguing, but because he needed a little comfort. She had no way to give it to him unless she touched him. “Would it hurt? The bite?”
His pupils dilated, and he took in a long breath . . . as if just having the conversation was too much for his libido at present. “Wynter.”
It was a warning, pure and simple.
“You can at least tell me if I need to brace myself for pain.”
He studied her expression. “You’d let my monster bite you?”
Well, it would take three bites to perform the binding, so one little bite here and now wouldn’t do any harm. Although . . . “Not if it’s gonna take a chunk out of me. Is that what it would do?”
“No. It wouldn’t purposely hurt you, but it wouldn’t be careful with you. There wouldn’t be anything gentle about how it touched or fucked you.”
She swallowed. “And its venom?”
“It supposedly burns a little, though only for a few moments.”
She wasn’t exactly comforted by that, since Cain had a way of downplaying just how much his little brands hurt. “I don’t need you or your monster to be careful with me. I can handle whatever you’ve both got.”
Cain stared at her, his heart pounding, his dick excruciatingly hard. He wanted so badly to take her at her word. He needed the feel of her skin under his hands, the taste of her in his mouth, the hot slick grip of her inner muscles quaking around his cock. He needed to reclaim every part of her as his own. But his control would inevitably crumble at some point, his monster would then lay its own claim, and Cain worried it would frighten her. Possibly even frighten her away. More, he feared she’d later regret allowing it to bite her.
“Why are you still hesitating?”
Her lips thinned. “You’d better not have it in your head that your creature might scare me off.”
His little witch read him too well at times.
“After all the things you’ve told me, I’m still here. I think I’ve proven that I’m not easily spooked. Plus, I’ve met your monster before.”
“It was calm, then. It isn’t now. And make no mistake about it, baby, it will fuck you like an animal.”
“I’m still not seeing the problem.”
He inwardly swore as his cock jerked and his creature pushed urgently against his skin. Cain gripped her jaw. “Be sure, Wynter. Be very, very sure.”
She winged up a brow. “Does it look like I’m not?”
“No. It looks like you’re raring to fuck.”
Which only made his balls ache. He dropped his hand and took a step back. “Take the shirt off.”
She complied, letting it slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. The sight of her naked was always the best kind of punch to his gut. When she was naked and aroused, the view was even better. Her pupils were blown. Her skin was flushed. Her nipples were tight little points. Her thigh muscles bunched and flexed . . . like she was squeezing them to get some much-needed friction.
Pure male satisfaction filled him. This beautiful creature belonged to him, all the way down to her soul. “Remember you were warned,”
he said, his tone clipped. “Turn around. Grab the bedpost.”
Again, she complied without complaint.
“Good girl.”
Admiring the sleek line of her back and her perfect little ass, Cain shed his own clothes. Naked, he swept his palm up her spine and then pressed his front to her back. He dragged his teeth over her nape hard enough to mark, wondering if she could sense the feral energy that hummed beneath his skin and urged him to violently ram his dick inside her with no thought to whether or not she’d like it.
He delivered a stinging smack to her soul. She jolted with a gasp, her back arching. He did it again. And again. And again. Increasing the “weight”
of the smacks each time.
Knowing the combination of gentle and rough would muddle with her mental equilibrium, he also softly stroked her back and trailed light kisses along her neck and shoulders. He loved the taste of her skin. Loved the spice of magick that flavored it.
She pushed her ass against his cock in invitation. He didn’t take it. Instead, he flayed her soul with light taps, hard spanks, and full on thwacks.
He crouched behind her so he could lick and nip the globes of her ass, intent on leaving plenty of his own marks before his creature took over. It currently pressed against Cain’s skin, wanting at her. The only thing that kept it from pushing him too hard was the knowledge that it would get to have her soon; get to bite and claim her.
He’d pointed out to it several times that if the creature wasn’t careful with her, she wouldn’t want a repeat. He hoped that would be enough to encourage it to go easy on her—or as easy as it was capable of being.
Cain breathed deep, drawing in the drugging scent of her need. He swiped his knuckles over her slit. Yeah, she was wet all right.
Kissing his way up her spine, he dragged his nails up the backs of her thighs and over her luscious ass. She arched into the stinging caress with a hiss, her head falling back as he layered the sensation with a soul-deep wave of pure pleasure.
“Cain, I need you in me.”
He lined up the head of his dick to her entrance. “Don’t worry, little witch, I’ll give you my cock.”
He slammed home as he spanked her clit. She came with a choked scream, her pussy squeezing him so fucking tight.
Grinding his teeth, he waited until her orgasm subsided. Then he withdrew his cock and stepped back.
She threw him a glare over her shoulder. “What the hell?”
He lifted a brow. “I said I’d give you my cock. I didn’t say I’d fuck you with it.”
Her eyes blazed fire at him.
“You knew what you were getting yourself into. Now turn to fully face me. Lean back against the post.”
He hummed when she followed his instructions. “Very good.”
Her flesh so over-sensitized it prickled hotly like it was on fire, Wynter licked at her lips. Her inner muscles kept spasming, as if in search of the cock that had been cruelly pulled out of her. “Kiss me.”
“Oh, I intend to.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her and nuzzled her pussy, his hot breath washing across her wet flesh.
She gasped, reaching above her head to grip the bedpost behind her. Cain always looked firmly in charge, even when on his back or knees. Right now, he was as cool and dominant as always. But she felt the difference in him tonight. She sensed the tiny fractures in his restraint. Dangerous as those fractures were, there was no escaping that they added a spice of excitement for her. Well, she was weird like that.
Precarious though his control might presently be, he hadn’t seriously let loose on her. Hadn’t dished out too much pain or flooded her with too much sensation. As if worried that to allow himself that dark pleasure would lead his control to officially go to shit.
He propped her foot on his shoulder and leaned in to lap at her slit. “I would know this taste anywhere. Like its imprinted on my system.”
He parted her folds with his thumbs and gave her a long lick.
Moaning, Wynter scratched at the wooden post, melting as velvet strokes of his tongue swiped through her slit. They were never mindless strokes, no, he was careful to hit every erogenous spot she had. Her inner muscles quaked again, needing more than licks and—
Her entire body jolted hard as a chilled, prickly wave of sensation thrashed and abraded her soul. Like someone had whacked her with an ice-cold, jagged-edged flogger and then dragged it over her flesh. It hurt, yet the discomfort morphed into a liquid pleasure that frazzled her nerve-endings.
A hot surge of sensation came next, sizzling its way along her soul like burning hot water had been poured over her. Again it hurt, but again the pain quickly became pleasure.
He’d been lulling her into a false sense of security earlier, she realized. He’d let her think he was keeping a tight hold on himself; that things might not get so intense.
Featherlight tingles then flicked her soul like silk ribbons. Gentle. Cool. Decadent. The abrupt switch from harsh to soft threw her off-balance.
They came again, just as soft. And the far-too-gentle sensations were nothing but a pure tease. They made her want, crave, need a harder touch. Her nipples became so painfully tight she hissed through her clenched teeth.
Cain’s tongue drove inside her and did a little swirl, fluttering against her hypersensitive walls. She sucked in a breath and then groaned. He began pumping his tongue inside her and, sweet Jesus, that felt good.
More torturously soft touches brushed over her soul that felt like hot breaths, trickles of icy water, and washes of static. Every ultra-light sensation amped up her frustration, causing a scream to build in her chest. She got so swept up in it all that she didn’t realize she was bearing down on Cain’s tongue, riding it shamelessly, until a growl of approval rumbled up her core.
Gasping, she scratched at his scalp and bucked against his mouth. He licked his way to her clit and then wrapped his lips around it. Oh God, the sucking little pulses on her clit were sheer heaven. Two fingers jammed inside her, shoving her into an orgasm that let loose the scream that had been trapped in her chest.
Cain withdrew his fingers but softly licked at her pussy as if gentling her, only stopping when she recovered from her orgasm. He stood and then took her mouth, sinking his tongue inside. She tasted herself. Tasted his hunger. Tasted the barely contained untamed energy that pricked at his control.
A surge of hot pleasure snapped and popped as it crackled its way along her soul. She cried out, stabbing her nails into his shoulders. Yet more carnal sensations bombarded her very being. They scraped like blunt nails, bit like sharp teeth, licked like hot tongues. And they dragged her into a mental place where little else existed—hell, she didn’t even realize he’d lifted her and set her on the bed until she distantly became aware of the soft cotton beneath her.
Her soul endured an all-out assault. Sensations grazed, burned, pinched, and forcefully smacked her very being again and again. At sporadic moments, their pain level would dial back, or a few soft-as-satin “swipes”
would come along. But then dark, wicked sensations would return, harden, intensify, overwhelm.
She drowned in it all, mindless to do anything but take more and more, so desperate to come again she could scream. Her skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and she trembled so hard she was surprised her teeth didn’t chatter.
Wynter opened her eyes as rough palms skated up her inner thighs. Cain yanked her to the edge of the mattress and swiped the head of his dick between her folds. Thank you, oh merciful God.
Electric sparks of pleasure/pain drummed their way along her soul. Her muscles jumped, and her back bowed. More sparks all but paddled her very being again and again, pulling her back to that place where she floated.
Her eyelids snapped open as Cain sank an inch of his dick inside her. He paused, and forceful smacks of dark sensation flayed her soul. Another inch of his cock slid into her pussy. Again, he paused, and a static wave of pleasure rushed its way over her being.
Another inch of his dick. More pleasure to her soul. Another inch. More soul-deep sensations.
The pattern continued, repeatedly snatching her from the physical plane to the “floaty”
plane and back again. It sent her off-balance, screwed with her mental processes, and kept her body on edge as it yearned for yet another release.
The torment paused for a long moment, and she realized why the ache in her pussy was so damn pronounced—he hadn’t buried the full length of his shaft inside her yet. Her inner muscles were clutching him tight and sucking at his cock as if to drag him deeper into her body.
She whimpered as she felt him pull back. “No.”
It was a sob, and it made his dark gaze glitter with a predatory indecency.
Leaving the tip of his cock inside her, Cain draped himself over her. “I love fucking with your head.”
He tapped her temple. “Love being up here. Ruling your thoughts. Making it so that you can’t even think straight.”
Then he was hammering into her.
She clung to him, her only anchor in the sexual storm. He plundered and possessed, his pace urgent and primal. The tip of his tongue swirled around her nipple, and then he captured the taut bud with his mouth. He thrust and suckled and bit even as he thrashed her soul with sensations yet again, overloading her on every level with so much pleasure she wanted to cry.
But no matter how much she cursed, no matter how much she bitched, no matter how much she begged, he didn’t make her come. He just kept on brutally fucking in and out of her while again devastating her soul with sensation after sensation.
It went on and on. And on and on and on. Until she began to think it might never stop.
A thumb rolled her clit, and she imploded in an instant—screaming, arching, shaking, tears dripping down her face. She was utterly wrecked just as he’d warned her she’d be.
Cain’s cock throbbed inside her, but he hadn’t come.
She blinked up at him, tensing as a strange, transparent film coated his eyes. Her pulse skittered. “Cain?”
He gave her a soft kiss. “Shh, it’s okay. Let it have you.”
He did a slow blink, and then a green, serpent gaze locked with hers.
She subtly drew in a breath, meeting its eyes steadily. It let out a rumbling sound of satisfaction, seemingly pleased. Maybe it had expected her to recoil or—
The monster abruptly pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach, and propped her on her hands and knees. Well. It slammed home, forcing its way past her swollen inner muscles and—oh shit—the shaft inside her felt so much thicker than before.
The monster pounded into her, its grip on her hips hard enough to hurt. There was no technique in the way that it took her. No finesse. Its thrusts were vicious and feral and animalistic.
Cain had consumed her, just as he’d promised. His creature subjugated her. Conquered her. Exploited her body. Claimed it for its own personal use. But not cruelly, not dispassionately. Just . . . self-centeredly. And with so much territorialism that it made Cain’s level of possessiveness seem easygoing.
She couldn’t lie, the whole thing pushed some majorly hot buttons that she hadn’t known she had until then. It took everything she had not to rear back to meet the hard drives of its cock. She figured it would be better to let the monster have full control. So she simply took what it gave her.
A hand fisted her hair and yanked her head aside. Her heart jumped as teeth grazed the crook of her neck. The move felt like a threat. A promise. A—
The teeth sank deep.
Oh Jesus, the venom did burn. Burned like a goddamn mother. But the pain spiced up the pleasure, throwing her into an orgasm that seemed to come out of nowhere. The release whipped through her like a lightning bolt, violent and so damn good. It drained her, leaving her feeling all-hollowed out, and she barely registered as the monster exploded inside her.
She collapsed onto her elbows, breathing hard, shaking like a leaf. A hot tongue lapped at her bite, and a pleased rumble vibrated against her back. Then the tight hold on her hips gentled, and a kiss was pressed to the spot between her shoulder blades.
“Cain?”
“I’m here.”
He slipped his arms beneath her, holding her to him. “My monster was content to retreat, now that you’re marked.”
He nuzzled her. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Your creature was rough but not too rough.”
“I reminded it that you likely wouldn’t let it have you again if it wasn’t mindful of its strength. I didn’t expect it to listen to me, but it did.”
He kissed the hollow beneath her ear. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“If what you’re really asking is if I’m freaking out about getting fucked by your monster and having its venom inside me, no, I’m not. Does that make me weird?”
“No.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to her neck. “It makes you a fucking miracle. My miracle.”
She felt a smile tug at her mouth, adding that comment to her mental “best stuff Cain says”
file. “Dude, I am totally sucking your dick later.”
Even deflating, said dick twitched inside her.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“I figured you would.”
Cain carefully pulled out of her and then flipped her onto her back. His gaze went straight to her throbbing bite, satisfaction glimmering in those dark orbs. “My creature is feeling rather smug right now.”
“Just your creature?”
“Fine, maybe we both very much like that its venom will forever live in your blood, just as we like that you wear your acceptance of my monster’s claim to you on your skin.”
“By the way, that whole ‘the venom burns a little’ was a bunch of bullshit. My neck felt like it was on fire. You know, it doesn’t surprise me that you’d smile right now.”
He shrugged. “I like it when you hurt for me. You know that.”
“You like seeing me all frustrated.”
“That too,”
he admitted. “I didn’t lie when I said that the burning sensation would fade quickly, though, did I?”
“Actually, no, you didn’t. But I would bet my life that you wished it hadn’t dimmed so fast.”
“That is a bet you would win. I like seeing my gorgeous witch cry.”
Having absolutely no idea how to respond to that, she looked away from him, shaking her head. Goddamn sadist.