Chapter 20
We agreed to meet back in the hallway in an hour. It gave me enough time to shower and prep my hole, making sure I was nice and slick. My heart thumped hard but for a different reason than a car chase this time.
As much as Cillian had the potential to be terrifying, I wanted to let the monster out of the cage.
I wore a pair of sweats and a loose tee that clung to my shoulders, my hair in ringlets from having freshly showered.
I stepped out of my room, my pulse increasing, as if I’d be snatched from the corridor at any moment.
However, he’d told me to meet him in the hall near the library, and my mind reeled with the possibilities.
All I knew was that this evening would be one to remember.
My limbs vibrated with the need to burst into action, to run, to move, but I kept my pace steady as I walked down the corridor, the blue lighting giving it a subterranean glow.
Today had been a roller coaster—pinnacle of perfection and a fast drop down, but I was ready to rise again. I sucked in a sharp breath, my mouth dry.
I made the turn at the end of the hall, heading in the direction of the library. Amelia was working down below tonight, and Theo and Charles were out on a date themselves, so only Cillian and I were on this floor—and that privacy was what I counted on.
When I started down the corridor, the feel of a gaze on me had me hesitating.
Walking a little slower, I glanced over my shoulder, but I didn’t see Cillian at the opposite end.
Nor was he in the kitchen when I passed it.
Yet the feeling of being watched intensified with every step forward, and my heart thumped a little harder.
Where was he?
I stopped midstride and did a full circle in the middle of the hallway, but I didn’t spot Cillian.
The inky shadows grew so murky in sections that it made it hard to tell what was nothing and what corners and darkened doorways might hide someone.
Yet Cillian wasn’t small enough to obscure.
Anywhere he hid would be obvious due to his size alone.
The prickle traveled across my arms, my legs. As if someone watched me, waiting.
The movement was so fast I almost missed it. From the corridor behind me, a huge blur emerged from one of the open rooms.
“Run,” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the hallway.
My whole body jolted in surprise.
I couldn’t help but obey.
My adrenaline kicked into high gear, and I vaulted forward down the corridor. We hadn’t planned much more beyond the basics and rules, and my mind reeled as the panic crashed in. All too easily, I remembered running down stair after stair as he chased me, my body screaming in alarm.
Yet this time, the fear transmuted into something different. Something far hotter.
His footsteps boomed behind me, and just like before, he was the predator and I was the prey.
My heart thrummed from the chase, and my whole body lit up with electricity.
I passed closed door after closed door, my mind reeling. One destination shone in my mind like a beacon, though, and my feet carried me onward.
Cillian’s growl reverberated through the hall, igniting my veins with liquid adrenaline.
Oh gods.
The double doors I’d been searching for neared, and I burst forward, almost flying down the hallway. I grappled for the handles and yanked. The boom of footsteps grew louder and louder as Cillian gained on me.
I plunged into the library—my refuge.
Before I could reach out to drag the doors shut, Cillian stepped into view. He loomed over me, stained in shadows.
“Poor choice, pet. There’s nowhere to hide in here.”
I raced away from the doors, a thrill rising inside me. He stalked forward, those golden eyes aglow, ever the predator. My cock plumped up at the sight of him, an automatic response at this point. When I reached the far wall lined with the bookshelves, I paused. There wasn’t anywhere to run.
Cillian let out another low growl that reverberated around the room, his gaze locked on me. I whimpered as I backed against the bookshelf.
A slow smile rolled onto his lips, a surety there that sent a pulse of lust through me. I clutched the bookshelves behind me, plastering myself against those solid stacks.
He took his time closing the distance between us, each footstep with purpose.
His shoulders heaved, his pupils blown as he zeroed in on me. He moved with a singular thought in his mind.
Claim.
I whimpered again, shifting a few feet to the right. Cillian tracked my movements, his gaze never leaving me. The distance between us grew smaller and smaller.
“You can’t outrun me,” he said, his voice low and husky as he continued stalking forward.
My whole body rioted with the need to dash.
“I can try.”
I burst to the left, aiming for the door.
One moment he stood feet away from me, and the next, a force tugged me backward by the shirt collar. The rip of the fabric echoed in the room, the pieces fluttering to the floor, and I tried to surge forward again. A hand clamped around my wrist.
I whipped around to face him, and all of a sudden Cillian was right in front of me, towering there. His whole body simmered with everything he’d been holding back, a wildness I craved, and I yanked, trying to escape his hold.
“Be a good pet for me and bend over.” He tugged at my arm, and I dug my heels in. “Oh, you want to do this the hard way?”
I gulped, my throat dry. He grabbed me by the waist and dragged me forward, his muscles bulging. I thrashed in his grip, clawing and trying to get his arms off me. However, his strength was unwavering, like I was bound by iron bands, and he stopped right in front of the bookshelf.
Cillian plastered his body to mine, pressing me against the shelving as he brought my hands up. “You’re going to be a good pet and take my cock.”
“Fuck off,” I spat, my heart thrumming.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he said, pinning both my hands above me with one hand. I writhed back and forth, but my ass kept brushing against him. He didn’t waver. Instead, he reached down with his free hand, grabbed my waistband, and yanked. The sweats tore off me, the force making my thighs sting.
My whole body flushed with the mixture of panic and lust that I craved. He had me stripped to nothing and pinned against the shelves. I writhed back and forth again, and Cillian grabbed my ass hard enough to bruise. A moan escaped me before I could bite it back.
“Looks like my slutty little pet likes it rough.” His voice was gravel and sin.
“No,” I gasped out. “Get away.”
He nudged his thick length between my cheeks, separated by a thin layer of fabric, and another moan exploded from my lips. I tried to keep myself from grinding back against him, the memory of how good he felt thrusting into me flaring fast and hot. Ngh.
“No,” I cried out again, twisting and yanking back and forth.
The shink of the zipper sounded behind me, and a moment later, the thick tip of his cock nudged between my cheeks.
Frenzy hit me fast and fierce, and I tried to whip to the side and sink my teeth into his arm. They sank into his skin, but he was undeterred. I writhed and lashed against him, but his grip was solid, his form behind me immense.
Cillian thrust his thick, ridged cock into me hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs. The mixture of pleasure and pain held me captive, and I unlatched from my bite, trying to breathe through the intrusion.
He pushed all the way inside me, his thickness threatening to split me open, and I howled.
“You can take me,” he said, his voice husky and rough.
His grip around my wrists tightened, and he pulled back slightly and thrust in again. The ridges brushed against my insides. The shelves quaked with the force of the movement. My whole body flooded with sparks as he grazed past my prostate.
“Oh gods,” I gasped out.
His grip on my hip was hard, his claws digging into my skin enough to pierce, and the pinpricks of pain kept me on edge.
“If you can’t be a good pet for me, I’ll make you,” he said with a growl.
He dipped down and sank his teeth into my shoulder.
Another burst of pain flooded through me, mixing with sheer desire.
My cock hung heavy between my legs, and I shamelessly dripped pre-cum on the floor.
Pinned like this against the wall, his fangs in my shoulder, his hand wrapped around my wrists in a bruising grip, my mind shut down.
He pulled back and thrust in again, and a whimper passed my lips.
The intoxicating combination of shame and fear and pure, undeniable lust rushed through me.
Cillian thrust forward with a snap of his hips, burying his thick girth inside me.
The ridges, the thick as fuck base and middle of his cock drove into me, the pulse and heat of it making me wild.
Cillian grunted, not letting up with his teeth as he rode me hard against the shelves.
His groin collided with my ass with a smack, his balls slapping against me with each thrust.
A mixture of whimpers and whines exploded from my lips, and I tipped my head back, offering my neck in surrender.
The shelves creaked and groaned as he plowed into me, the books on them trembling.
A few clattered to the ground on either side of me, only adding to the predicament.
I sucked in a shallow breath, but he thrust back in hard, knocking it from my lungs.
The pleasure grew overwhelming, the steady way he tagged my prostate over and over again.
Cillian let go of my shoulder, and the sudden ache there made my knees buckle.
His grip on my hip kept me upright, those pinpricks of pain keeping me in the present.
My whole body trembled as he fucked me with increasing force, like I was a mere toy at his disposal.
Heat rushed through me, wild and fierce at the thought.
Cillian’s tongue snaked over the bite mark he’d left, a mix of euphoria mingling with the ache.