29. Aurora
I thought I knew what it meant to be wanted, to be needed.
To be bonded to another person, branded by them, and feel connected to that, but that feeling is obliterated into a thousand pieces with every snap of his hips.
He’s fucking me, Everest Monroe is fucking me, and I have never felt more alive.
Pain and pleasure go to war throughout my body, as he rocks his hips into mine again and again, and I never want him to fucking stop.
“Just keeping going,” I beg, still lifting my hips so he can fuck me deeper, pain be damned, and the smile he gives me is nothing short of feral.
“You think I could stop?” His pleasured laugh tickles my spine like a fucking phantom coming to claim me as his prisoner. “Fuck, Aurora, you feel like a fucking dream and a nightmare at the same time. I’ve never been able to stop when it comes to you, and I never will.”
Words, simple words, yet somehow they mean more than anything ever has. They aren’t just words, they’re a declaration, a promise made in my fucking blood, that there is never any going back.
“Everest!” I scream his name again, knowing it drives him crazy, but more so knowing it will drive them crazy.
“That’s it, good girl, fucking tell them how good my cock feels inside of my pussy,” he groans, releasing one of his hands and reaching down to grip my throat.
“So good, so fucking good, don’t stop.” My desperate pleas are unnecessary because I know he won’t stop, he can’t, just like I can’t.
I lean up on my elbows, pushing into his hold on my throat, as I tip my chin down to watch him fucking me.
A mistake on my part, because what I see is his long, thick length smeared in my blood, entering me deeper and deeper with every roll of his hips.
Every nerve ending in my body is burning with need, not caring that I have already come twice, no, it still demands more.
“You like watching me fuck you, don’t you, princess?” His entire body flexes with his words, sweat lining his tattooed chest, as I let myself really look at him without any remorse for who we are to one another.
It’s only now, as I let my eyes trail along the intricate black design that covers his entire upper torso and spills onto his arms, that I start to make out some of the hidden designs.
There are mountains similar to those on Archer’s chest, three trees standing unwavering at the side of them, and a beaming sun shining over all of them.
Thick lines and swirls stem out from each one, cording round his muscles like black veins imprinted on his skin.
It’s us, all of us. As I continue to take it all in, I notice that one of the trees has a princess crown carved into the bark, covering his heart.
“I love you, Everest,” I gasp, shocking even myself, and for the first time since he started fucking me his thrusts falter slightly, as he stares at me wide-eyed.
It’s that look that has me leaning up toward him, only being able to move because he allows it, bringing my mouth back to his and stealing another kiss.
His lips this time are brutal and savage in the way they claim me, as if those four words have fully unleashed him, and when I pull back I can’t help but smirk.
“I love you, and I fucking love the feel of you inside me, so keep making it hurt, as long as you don’t ever stop. ”
He knows I’m not just talking about this, about sex, it means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
Not us fucking and not him taking my virginity.
It’s only a bullshit concept anyway. No, what means something is that he always has my back, what means something is the amount of nights we spent innocently under the sheets sharing secrets.
What means something is the way he’s always been able to make my heart race, even despite the fact his two best friends can do that too.
So I welcome the pleasure he is giving to me, but I welcome all the pain he needs to inflict on me too.
“Fuck princess, you really shouldn’t have said that.” With that he lifts me off the bed, pulling me against him with his cock still pumping inside of me. “I’m going to fucking split you open, until my cock is fucking imprinted inside of you.”
Then he is fucking me again, harder, deeper, rolling his hips up to meet mine, as he rocks my body against his with his hand still around my throat. Every thrust hits my swollen clit and I can’t contain my moans, not when nothing else in the history of the world has ever felt this good.
“Fuck yes, scream for me princess, I want them to hear how good I fuck you, how only I can fuck you.” His words are gritted against my mouth before his teeth sink into my lip, the sharp bite of pain drawing more blood from me, which he laps at with his tongue.
“Do you like making me bleed?” I cry, wondering if Griffin and Harden can hear me, wondering if they care.
“Yes,” Everest snaps back without regret, his hand flexing around my throat, as his eyes dance between it and my own.
“Besides, it's only fair. You made me bleed first.” He pushes up from my throat, gripping my chin roughly and holding me against his lips, allowing me to see the blood spilling across his knuckles from where he punched the wall.
It shouldn’t turn me on, and it definitely shouldn’t send flutters through my stomach, but fuck it does.
My pussy clenches around him and he curses, shifting beneath me so he can position me fully on top of him.
I panic a little, thinking he expects me to ride him, but of course Everest Monroe would never give someone that much power over him.
Instead he releases my throat, grips both my hips, and starts hammering up into me, all the while swiveling his hips so he hits my clit on every thrust.
“You were fucking made for me, Aurora Gray,” he curses, and I explode around him, coming with a scream so loud that it burns the back of my throat.
“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he groans, still rotating his hips, his cock still penetrating me hard and fast, not slowing down for a second, not even as I fall apart around him.
“Everest, please.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for. For him to keep going? For him to stop? For him to continue this maddening fucking obsession between us that I hope lasts forever?
“Ah, ah, one more, princess, I need one fucking more from you.” His demand is paired with him throwing me back against the mattress, pulling his cock from inside of me and positioning himself between my thighs.
He buries his head between my legs and his tongue into my cunt, licking and fucking my slit, clit, and hole until my body is shaking uncontrollably. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
“I can’t, I can’t, stop, please.” I know for sure the others can hear my cries now, but I don’t care. The only thing I care about is the pleasure wracking through every nerve ending in my body, as he plays me like a fucking fiddle.
“You can and you fucking will, Aurora,” he tells me, smacking my pussy again, before going back to feasting on it, and he’s right.
Twenty-seconds later I’m coming again with a choked sobbed.
Only then does he crawl back up my body and slide his cock back into my pussy, and I accept him with a pained gasp.
I can feel him everywhere now, but his strokes aren’t quick this time.
They are long and deep, as he rolls his hips methodically, pressing me into the mattress and plowing me like it’s the last thing he will ever fucking do.
With how good it feels, it just might be.
“I’ve thought about this so many times, fucked my hand raw so many times.
Fuck, I’ve lost count of how many girls I used to try and erase you, but I should have known it was impossible.
Because the way you feel wrapped around me is un- fucking -real, princess.
You were fucking made for me.” My heart is already thundering in my chest, but with his words it threatens to stop beating altogether.
My lips are trembling as I lean up and kiss him, not caring where his mouth just was, not caring how much of me he just tasted. No, I welcome it, I welcome him, raking my hands into his inky hair and rolling my hips against his own.
“Come for me, Everest, mark me as fucking yours.” I breathe my demands against his lips and they curve upwards, as he continues to fuck me.
His cock feels long and thick inside me, creating an ache like I have never known, but the feeling of him is the only thing that can sate it.
“Fuck.” One word and I know he is ready to lose his mind, it’s what has me tugging on his hair, pulling him back so I can meet his stare as he falls apart.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” he groans out, rutting into me until his thrusts turn sloppy, and he buries himself inside me with his name being ripped from my throat one last time.
Fuck indeed.
We’re both panting and sweating, struggling to catch our breath, as our stares explore one another. He’s still hard inside of me, his hot release spilling down his shaft and out of me, and yet even in all the pain I have never felt so at peace.
“That was…” I trail off, struggling to even put into words what I just felt, what he just gave me.
“About fucking time,” he finishes for me, stealing my mouth for another rough kiss that has me wanting to ignore the deep ache between my thighs. “You were worth the fucking wait, princess,” he adds, pulling back and looking at me with a stare I can only describe as carnal.
“I’d have happily accepted it much sooner, but you insisted on acting like a little bitch,” I toss back, finding comfort in our banter, and he grunts a laugh, flexing his cock inside of me.
“There is nothing fucking little about me princess, as you now well know.” I can’t deny his words, not when he pulls out of me and I fucking wince, and for the first time since this started he frowns.
A frown that lasts approximately ten-seconds before his gaze dances down to the mess we’ve made, or should I say, I’ve made.
“Fucking hell,” he drags out, taking in the blood staining us both. “Your blood mixed with my cum might be the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You really are a fucking artist, princess.”
A laugh leaves me before I can stop it. “You're ridiculous.”
“And you’re fucking perfect,” he grunts, maneuvering us until I am tucked into his body, my back to his front, and his legs tangled between mine.
A contented sigh leaves him the moment we are snuggled together, and it’s only then the finality of what we just did settles over me.
We did it, we crossed the final line, and we didn’t just cross it, we fucking obliterated it. We’re not siblings, I don’t think we ever were, no, we were always meant to be this.
Him and me…
But what about them?