Chapter 13 - Adalyn
I had expected Zephyr to go back on his word, to throw his whole might at me the second I released him. But he didn’t—he only pinned my wrists, holding me against his body. Without any barrier of clothes, and the water sliding between us, I pressed closer for his touch.
His skin was warm beneath the water, and as I wrapped my legs around his waist, he held me closer. We surged back up to the surface. I barely gasped for air when his mouth was on mine again.
It was animalistic, rough, demanding the control I had taken from him.
There was something gratifying to me about submitting.
You are more powerful , I told myself. But here, this is where you can let everything go.
And so I did.
“Pin me,” I asked softly, tugging away from Zephyr’s bite on my lower lip. “Pin me and take everything.”
He pulled back, smirking. “Bold request from someone who despises me.”
“Shut up,” I hissed. But then he had my wrists pinned again, and I cried out at the stretch in my shoulders.
“How you stop talking and let me claim what’s mine?” he growled, right next to my ear. “Do you like submitting to a man like me, Adalyn? You could have me bound again in a second, couldn’t you? But you won’t.” He roughly shoved me against the edge of the pool, bending me over it, still keeping my arms together behind my back. “You won’t because you need this, don’t you? You need a way to let it all go.”
The words were mockingly soft and gentle as he caressed down my spine with his free hand, almost tenderly, in a way I nearly argued against.
“What other limits do you have, little witch?” His tongue followed the path his hand had just taken, except he went from my tailbone right up to my neck. I shivered beneath the warm swipe of his tongue. “How much can I ruin you?”
I tried to arch back against his length, muffling my noises in my arm, refusing to let him hear how desperate I was for him—for this again. There was something heady about being slowly taken apart and unraveled by my enemy.
“Go on,” he teased, mouth hot against the back of my neck. “You use your words all pretty when you use your power, don’t you? Why don’t you use them for me this time?”
His hand planted on my lower back, pushing me flush against the stone edge. My upper body draped over the edge of the pool, the pool going up to just under my ass, with the way he had me bent over.
“No limits,” I answered, my voice a whine. The tip of his length brushed between my thighs.
“Good,” he purred. “Good girl.”
I didn’t think I was into that—had never dared let anybody get away with calling me it in any context—but as soon as it rumbled in his low, deep voice, I melted. My body turned boneless as he petted down my spine once again, still shallowly thrusting between my legs but not entering me.
“You said this is a sacred pool?” he asked me, his fingers sliding down to spread my ass cheeks. I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder, finding his eyes dark and on me. He angled the tip of his length so his next thrust slipped between my cheeks. I muffled a soft noise into the crook of my elbow.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Well— restorative . It's where earth and water connect along the lines of the island that infuses our powers. The water is just water. It’s simply healing for a witch, but there’s nothing overly special about it. It’s more about the placement.”
“Hmm,” he said in thought. “Here’s what I’m going to do.”
He pushed me further so that my breasts scraped against the rough stone, the edge of the pool digging into my hips.
“I’m going to use your thighs,” he said slowly, “and I’m going to see how much you beg for my cock. If you beg nicely, I’ll finish in you. But if you don’t… Well, then, who am I to worry about getting off between your legs, into water.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but his length slipped right between my thighs again.
I moaned, the full length of him sliding between my folds, only ever brushing the entrance in an angle that would never slip in. He was big enough that he filled my whole heat’s width, the length long enough that even when he pulled back, his tip didn’t quite meet my entrance.
I yearned for it to nudge into me, to claim what I wanted from him.
But I wouldn’t beg. I would not be bent over and beg for my enemy.
“I told you the other night, Adalyn,” Zephyr said, digging his fingers into my hips, no doubt replacing the bruises he’d already littered there last time. “I don’t fuck without hearing begging.”
“I’m not begging,” I answered through gritted teeth, but the response broke into a moan as his tip ran over my clit, and I jerked with the sensation.
“No?” he laughed. “Okay, then.”
It was nonchalant, and I had a foolish idea that he would continue this lazy thrusting between my legs, but he didn’t. He pushed my thighs together, and his hips snapped forward and back, faster and faster, deep, short noises coming out at the friction he gave himself. I whined, scrabbling against the stone, wanting him in me.
“For someone who won’t beg for what she wants, you’re sure wet for it,” he groaned. “I can feel your arousal, Adalyn, getting me all messy.”
His length ran back and forth like that, chasing the tightness as I clamped my lips together to keep any of the building pleas slip out.
“Give in,” Zephyr told me. “I know you want to. Submit to me.”
The words were spoken against the shell of my ear, a request that had me shivering in his arms. His cock gave a particularly hard thrust, but, still, I refused.
“Stubborn,” he noted with a laugh. “Even more so than the other night?”
“Shut up,” I spat. His eyes gleamed with torment as he only pulled back and pushed back between my thighs.
“You’re soaked for me, Adalyn. When will you submit?”
Before I could answer, he grabbed my wrists and twisted my arms up and over my head, pinning me. I stretched over the edge of the pool, the tugs on my limbs painful but sending sparks of pleasure through my body at the rough handling. I didn’t want to be treated as breakable. I wanted him to tear me apart—I wanted to fear him, want him, a passionate combination of the two.
“Do I need to hurt you to get you to submit?” he teased, but I gasped softly, too audible, and he paused.
“I do?”
His laugh was dark and curling.
“Kinky bitch,” he murmured, and the words sent a dark, delicious shiver down my spine. “I love it.”
Then his hand came down on my ass, spanking me, and I choked out a noise. That, paired with the torture of coming so close to having that ache in my heat satisfied, drove me insane. I keened, pushing back, but he roughly shoved my hips forward and landed more slaps on my ass.
“Please,” I whispered out. “I want it—”
“Want what, Adalyn?”
He landed a few spanks in quick succession as if I was his personal toy, laughing.
My face burned as I buried it in my arm.
“Your cock,” I answered quietly.
My voice echoed off the cavern, but Zephyr yanked my hips to his.
“What was that?”
“You heard me.”
“I didn’t—not quite .”
He didn’t relent on his thrusts. They got faster and harder, as if he was nearing his climax. He was hot and hard against my skin, and I wanted it in me.
My resolve was broken when the head of his length caught my entrance, but he pushed himself past once again, not entering me.
“ Please ,” I gasped, my body tensing. “Please, Zephyr, I want your cock.”
Zephyr’s tongue swept along my shoulder. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
It wasn’t, but he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling me apart like this. I delighted in it. Finally, he grasped my hips once again and slid himself into me without any preparation. The welcoming stretch had me letting out a broken moan, my head lifting from my arm. Our moans echoed off the walls as he bottomed out in me. I clenched around him, gasping. Soon, he had me up with a hand on my hip and the other around my throat.
“You’re going to come when I say you can,” he growled. “Punishment for that shit you pulled earlier.” He paused, biting down on my neck lightly as he rolled into me. “Any safe words?”
“No,” I gasped. “Don’t need one.”
He paused, as if impressed I knew about it.
“Be good for me, Adalyn,” he said. He braced my knee on the edge of the pool, deepening the angle, as he chased his orgasm in me. “I’m close, but don’t you dare come until I say, remember?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
His hips snapped against mine, and I could only mewl and scrabble at stone, taking everything did and stop myself from orgasming. Pleasure enveloped me as he landed every inch of his intense attention on me. A million feelings collided in my head: hatred, desperation, overwhelmingness, submission. How did he have me caving so easily, so willingly?
“Zephyr,” I moaned, arching my back as he palmed over my skin, humming his approval. “I need you.”
“I know,” he soothed. “I know.”
It was a strange moment of tenderness that I ached for. He folded his body over mine. Around me, the water slapped against our skin, forming our own currents. I should have felt worse about doing this here, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t help but think of my dreams.
We were always meant to reunite our bloodlines, Adalyn .
That’s what the dream Zephyr had said.
And I couldn’t ignore the feelings that our bloodlines had come back together in this cavern, finding tentative ground with one another. Even if it was through sex. Even if he went right back to hating me.
But as he pulled me up and held me against his chest, his breaths coming short and fast as he chased his orgasm, I knew I couldn’t stand if he went right back to hating me. Not more silence, not after this.
This felt different. I had shown him my power and made him unleash deeper sides of himself. This darker side of him had an edge that I wanted to hurt myself on.
“I’m close,” he moaned. “Fuck, Adalyn, I’m close.”
Suddenly, the thought of not finishing with him gripped me with panic.
“Please,” I begged, grabbing hold of his arm. I slid his hand up to my throat, where it settled easily. His palm settled on my neck while his fingers pushed at my lips. “Please let me come.”
“Come with me,” he gasped, giving up easier than I had thought he would. “Finish with me, Adalyn.”
His fingers pressed over my clit, stimulating it quickly until I let out a shout.
“Ah— ah , Zephyr!”
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Come for me.”
His length slid into me one last time, pulsing, as he came with a deep shout.
“ Fuck , fuck—” he chanted, finishing. Once again, I let a shifter release his spend into me.
The thought alone was enough to hurtle me into my orgasm right after him, my body shaking as I came, seeking more friction. His fingers didn’t stop their stimulation on my clit, and soon, I was a boneless mess in his arms. I slumped back against his chest.
Zephyr didn’t pull out immediately like he had last time. He stayed.
He stayed holding me, catching his breath against my neck. I slid one hand into his hair, keeping him close to me.
And then he kissed me. Again.
Zephyr turned my head with a gentle hold on my chin and, tipped my head up to face him, and kissed me. It wasn’t a bruising, rough kiss like earlier, either. It was soft, tender. It was something I didn’t know what to do with. He pulled away and blinked at me, as if he hadn’t quite intended to kiss me.
I was terrified of that distance that he had put between us after the last time, and I grabbed his face and kissed him again, harder.
He moaned softly into the kiss.
And something felt different.
What are you ? I asked that feeling in my mind, searching.
Zephyr was soft inside me again, but he still didn’t pull out. Not yet. My hands skipped over his jaw, dancing paths over his shoulders and neck. He held my face with one hand, his tongue sliding over mine. It was a kiss—a kiss for want , not a kiss to incite sex. I got lost in it, tumbling through the feeling of Zephyr’s attention on me.
When we pulled away, his eyes searched mine. He looked just as confused as me, his dark brows pulling together. But those green eyes remained bright, and a small smile tugged at his mouth.
“Hi,” he said softly.
“Hi,” I whispered, scared of this difference, not knowing if I wanted the rough Zephyr back or needed more of this soft man. Both. I wanted both.
“Do not ignore me again after this,” I whispered.
“I won’t.”
And I believed him.