chapter forty-eight #2
I heard two knees dropping to the floor, and then he shoved me forward.
My voice hitched as my palms hit the rice-covered wood.
“Luka?” My voice trembled. “What is the last thing?”
A warm, hard object pressed between my legs, moving between my thighs in steady, teasing strokes.
“No…” I whimpered.
He leaned forward and placed his hands on top of mine as his body hung over me from behind.
My entire body was losing its grip, trembling like a trapped animal.
“Let me in,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t you want your reward for being so very good for me?”
I trembled harder, my head light, and I could only focus on the rice under our hands, scattered across the wood.
He ran his tongue over my neck, seeming to relish the taste of sweat and endorphins that raced through my body.
“Promise…no more,” I breathed.
“No more after this, I promise,” he said against my skin, moving the warmth from between my legs and pressing against my vulva. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
I nodded, swallowing hard as I became too aware of the friction around me. The heat of his hands, the rice grinding against my knees, his soft lips trailing over my skin, everything was too much.
“No, I need you to say it,” he said, his voice lowered, nipping at my shoulder where he previously left his mark.
“I-I’m ready.”
“For what?”
“Your cock,” I choked out. “Please just put it in.”
“That’s a good girl.” His words came out needy, hungry.
He jerked forward, and it pushed inside. The sultriness coming from his body and the friction from being utterly unprepared felt different . It was like this type of pain was sweet in comparison to the coarseness I had been enduring for what seemed like hours.
I clenched my hands into fists, but he laced his fingers through mine, squeezing them tighter. It was too intimate. It was wrong . Yet I wanted to cry into anyone’s arms who could make this stop.
Soft kisses were scattered along the back of my neck. The tenderness made my skin shudder and flush. My elbows buckled, and I lowered my chest to the ground, letting go of Luka’s hands, trying to ground myself.
He chuckled and leaned forward, smoothing his hands up my spine with one resting on the back of my neck and the other on my waist as he thrust forward, jolting my body every time he went deeper inside me. My knees and chest scraped along the floor, the grains digging into my skin.
“How does it feel, Alina? Is it what you hoped for or were you looking forward to the virgin act?” he teased.
I shook my head, refusing to answer.
His hand at the base of my neck smoothed forward, his fingers combing up the back of my head before taking a fistful of hair, yanking me upward until my back hit his chest.
“I asked you a question,” he whispered. “But since you won’t say it out loud, allow me.”
He moved his other hand on my waist to slide it to the front, resting it on top of my lower stomach.
“You hate yourself right now because you know that it feels good. You feel me deep in here.” He pressed down on my abdomen, pushing himself deeper inside.
“The worst part is you want me here, buried in your womb, and you would beg for me to mate with you, sink whatever I could into you, but you are too stubborn to let the thought manifest as pleas on those sweet lips of yours,” he gasped, thrusting faster as he slammed into me.
I cried out, my nails digging into his thighs as he fucked me like some animal.
He pulled my hair tighter, pressing his cheek to mine as he held me against him.
“Oh, Alina…you are so soft. Your flesh is so su pple and sweet, inside and out. I will take great pleasure in ruining you,” he moaned, biting my neck as he pushed down on my abdomen roughly, sitting back on his knees and making me sit down on him as he throbbed, filling me with his seed.
I was shaking, worse than I ever had in my life.
Tears fell endlessly from my eyes, but I would not dare make a sound.
When I looked down, I could see his spines flexing against my thighs, itching to be inside, just out of reach from my flesh.
It brought me some comfort knowing he spared me the pain and embarrassment, but I felt guilty for praising him for the minimum after what he put me through.
He let go of me, and I slipped off his lap when he finished.
I curled up on the floor. The shame of feeling even an ounce of pleasure from what had just happened made it feel like I was having an experience outside of my body.
Every part of my body felt disgusting and vibrated with thrill simultaneously.
It was Issac all over again. I could not bear it. It was my fault.
“What a lovely sight.” His arms looped under my legs and waist as he gathered my limp body to his chest. He brought us to the bed, and he settled against the headboard.
He was gentle now, returning that familiar feeling I used to get when I was around…
well, Viktor. It felt like he died, a friend that was never real, left behind in my memory.
In my head, it registered like Luka had killed off Viktor, making me miss him more.
But my body didn’t know that, making it all the more confusing.
I stared down at a frayed piece of thread on the blanket as Luka…licked me?
He bent my leg up, licking over the red cuts and scrapes on my knees, delivering that numbness to the wounds as he worked along my body. He kissed my palms softly before licking along the crosshatch cuts, irritating my skin. It was odd finding comfort in the action as he cradled me close.
My head rested against his chest. It was like I had been running, completely exhausted mentally and physically. My body did not even have the spare energy to shake, tremble, or pull away from his touch.
The creaking of the door did not even bring my attention fully back. All I wanted to do was close my eyes, and I did.
“Ah, you’re a little late to join, but maybe next time?”
There was a long pause, but he did not need to speak for me to know who had walked in. It made me want to sink into the mattress like quicksand, weighed down by my humiliation.
“You have…exactly thirty seconds…to explain.” The words sounded painful in Silas’s throat, like he was holding back the rage of something so formidable that it could be biblical in scale.
“Training the new pet, of course. We had a great time—right, Alina?”
I shook my head, and the heat rose in my neck and ears.
“Twenty seconds…”
“Don’t be foolish, Silas. We both know that you would not lay a finger on me while I hold your prized possession. One snap of my wrist to her neck and she’s gone,” Luka said with a chipper tone, like he was telling a lighthearted joke. He then shifted me in his lap so my back was against his chest.
I squeezed my eyes shut as he pulled my legs apart, spread eagle to show Silas what he had done. I shivered as the hot semen leaked from between my legs. All I could manage was a whimper, and then I slapped my hands over my mouth to muffle the sob.
“The garden, ten minutes.”
“Sounds like a date,” Luka purred, closing my legs for me.
There was a thick tension in the air as the words ran out. Either they had nothing else to say or did not want to say it in front of me. It felt like an eternity. I wanted to be alone. For both of them to leave me instead of using me for their own idiotic games.
I got my wish as my mind slipped into darkness, not remembering even the door slamming before I was lulled off to the back of my mind again.