Chapter 12 #3
“I don’t know Reiner,” I sigh, “I find her hard to read. Harlot is cunning. She lowered her barriers on purpose, learning how to do so, to convince me she was no threat. Yet I was fully aware that Umbra of hers lurked nearby, ready to rip off the head of anyone who even touched a hair on her precious head. She could be vulnerable with me, but she never truly is—not now that she is bonded with him. Fuck, even the Dhampir is none of their concern. Which moron ever thought it'd be a good idea to make a creature that powerful? I mean, we are lucky he barely shows any interest in all the shit that’s going down in the cities up North. If he wanted to, he could easily kill even you, Reiner! A flick of his fingertips and he’d eliminate all of us.
No one is a match for that freak!” I say, raising my voice, feeling perturbed.
“Well, time to find out. Bat those eyelashes at the pretty boy,” he whispers in my ear, disregarding my outburst.
He gives me an almost imperceptible slap on my ass, the firmness of it makes me yelp. Leave it to him to encourage me. Reiner gives me a toothy, teasing grin.
“If it isn’t the happy couple,” I say, only acknowledging Fynn as I give him a wink.
He smiles, and I swear his eyes light up at the sight of me. Jodelle, on the other hand, looks as if she’s ready to strangle me; her eyes narrow as she tries to stare me down. She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can, she’s interrupted.
“I don’t think we have met yet. Hello, beautiful.”
I hear Reiner's deep voice beside me, and I see him taking Jodelle's hand from the corner of my eye. Her flirty giggle in response makes me nauseous.
“Your… boyfriend?” Fynn inquires cautiously as he eyes Reiner.
“No…” I say hesitantly.
I look over at Jodelle, who’s practically drooling over Reiner as he showers her with compliments.
One of his fingers holds a strand of her honey-blonde hair.
I scowl. It takes everything in me not to let my shadows corrupt her body and kill her, strip her bones agonizingly slowly from their flesh.
I bite my tongue, regain my composure, and refocus on Fynn.
“Reiner here is very single and ready to find a… mate,” I say the words through pursed lips.
“Oh, really?” Jodelle coos. “That shouldn’t be hard for such a handsome guy. Your eyes are mesmerizing; I could stare at them all day, ice and ocean combined.”
I frown in astonishment at her blatant display of flirtatious behavior, especially in front of Fynn.
I give him a quick look, and he mouths at me, “Talk later.” I nod at him, then mouth back, “Find me.” He gives me a small smile.
We both stand in an uncomfortable silence while Jodelle is obscenely flirting with Reiner, who both lets and encourages her.
It’s almost as if he’s enjoying this situation a little too much.
I take a step to the side, followed by another one, until I’m standing right next to Fynn. I softly bump my shoulder against his.
“What the fuck is going on, Fynn? This is insane…” I whisper discreetly.
“She’s punishing me for hanging out with you,” he murmurs.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I’ll find you later today. Promise.”
I smile, then carefully, without Jodelle noticing, as she’s too occupied with Reiner, I thread my fingers through Fynn’s, giving him a light squeeze—a small gesture of affection. He grabs me tightly when I want to untangle our hands, lacing his fingers into mine.
“Not yet,” he whispers.
And so, we stand, less uncomfortable, again surrounded by our own silence, while a strange mating dance unfolds before us, a courtship that holds no future yet is still being entertained.
Reiner plays his part formidably, courting her brazenly before her counterpart, and she shamelessly revels in his attention. I find it sickening.
As if only just realizing they have an audience, Jodelle turns to Fynn, who quickly releases my fingers, a cold lingering where his hand was caressing mine.
She struts to him, apologizes briskly for her behavior, squints her eyes at me, and then pulls Fynn aside.
She links her arm through his and starts marching, dragging him away from me.
As he walks off, Fynn swiftly looks back and gives me a small wave and wink. I know I’ll see him tonight in private.
“You had your fun?” I snarl at Reiner when they are out of hearing range.
“Jealous?” he asks, lifting one brow and slightly tilting his head as he looks at me.
This time, I have no reservations or doubts about answering the question he asked me previously under different circumstances.
“Yes. I hated it. Happy?” I snap.
“Well, you said I was ready to find a fucking mate. A mate? What am I? A fucking wolf? Was she to become my Luna?” he laughs as he picks at his nails.
“I didn’t know what I was supposed to say! She was so clearly interested in you… And you in her,” I spit the last words.
I’m unable to hold the green inside any longer, the jealousy coursing through me.
I cross my arms in defiance, glaring at him.
I despised hearing him compliment another woman, especially that she-devil, Jodelle.
Seeing him flirt with her, my anger flares at the thought.
My shadows hover atop my skin, ready to pounce.
“Come,” he says in an authoritative tone.
Irritated, I stomp after him into a dark, shrouded alleyway.
No, I realize, it’s not shrouded; damp mist is obscuring us, and his fog is circling around us.
Firmly, Reiner grabs my chin and tilts my head until my eyes meet his mesmerizing, mismatched ones—those blue eyes of his, one light, one dark.
“That human bitch is but a mere instrument, nothing more,” he says.
Before I can protest, his lips are on mine, and I sigh longingly into his mouth, opening up so his tongue can enter.
Hungrily, his tongue swipes against my lips.
I weave my fingers in his long, white hair and pull firmly, a growl escaping from him.
A minor punishment for even looking at her.
His strong arms pick me up, and he slams me against the wall.
I groan from the impact, then wrap my legs around him and start grinding against his already hard cock.
He likes to play rough with me. While I grind, Reiner breaks our kiss, his contrasting eyes feral and darkened.
“Careful now, baby, or I’ll fuck you right here. They might not see you, but they will hear every moan, especially him; I’ll make sure of that,” he smirks, his tone possessive.
As a response, I pull up my shirt, freeing my breasts, my nipples erect. He licks his lips at the sight. My breasts swell with anticipation.
“Why do you keep talking?” I tease.
It’s all he needs as he takes a breast in his mouth, sucking and biting. He nips at my nipple, his teeth sharp against my sensitive skin, and I mewl in ecstasy. I no longer care who can or cannot hear me; I only need this pure bliss.
Reiner puts me down, impatiently removing my pants by unbuttoning them and dragging them down.
I swiftly take my shirt off. I step out of my pants and underwear, now completely naked in front of him.
He has an approving look on his face as he takes in my bare form.
My eyes dart to the bulge in his pants, but before I can make a move, he scoops me up and presses me violently against the wall again.
The stones are rough against my back. My legs instinctively envelop his body again, and I tuck my arms around his neck.
My shadows are out of control due to my arousal, and they whirl around us.
He kisses me savagely, tasting me while holding me with one arm, providing support, his other hand traveling between us.
I feel his fingers tracing my slit, feeling how wet I am for him, my breathing increasing erratically.
I hear his growling assent as we kiss frantically.
Two fingers are pressed into my drenched entrance, and he starts to pump as his lips are still locked on mine.
I grind against his fingers, desperately searching for my release, but before it arrives, he removes his fingers and shoves them in my mouth.
He tells me to taste myself as I whine at the emptiness.
I suck on them while I try to pleasure myself, but he takes out his fingers and harshly swats my hand away.
Without saying a word, he takes out his hard cock, positions himself, and enters me completely, filling me to my core, my body inviting him in as he stretches me with each hard thrust. I moan in his mouth as he takes from me, teaching me a lesson for even considering that he would have an interest in someone else.
He thrusts his cock into my vagina at a punishing pace while the stone scrapes against my skin. I finger his hair, holding onto him.
His lips leave mine, and his tongue trails my neck; he bites me, marking me and making me whimper from the pleasure it evokes. He licks the spot where his teeth just bruised me, soothing it.
“I only want to hear your cries of pleasure. My cock only wants your soaking pussy, understand?” he says with a raspy voice.
“Yes, yes, I understand; I’m sorry,” I cry.
“Fuck, baby, you always take my cock so well. Come for me. Let them hear who you belong to,” he demands as he keeps pounding into me.
As Reiner keeps thrusting, I can no longer withhold it; those words send me over the edge, a journey I can’t return from, and I cry out his name loudly, my toes curling as the orgasm rocks my entire being. Our bodies slap together as he shows no signs of slowing down.
“Play with your clit, you can do better than that. I want everyone to hear you’re mine.”
Obediently, I start to circle my slippery clit, a wet mess between my legs, as his glistening cock continues to penetrate me.
I look down to see him enter me over and over while I play with my sensitive nub, the sight so arousing that it does not take long before I moan his name loudly once more.
I collapse against him as he continues to fuck me relentlessly.
Seconds later, Reiner unloads himself inside me with a roaring grunt, his cum bursts from the seams of my slit, covering my inner thighs as he keeps pumping. My cheeks flush with heat and embarrassment at the realization that whoever is on that square heard me being fucked and orgasm, loud.
He lifts my chin, my eyes meeting his.
“It’ll always be you, baby. Don’t you forget, no matter how convincing I seem to be.”
“And it will always be you,” I say back.
He gives me a soft kiss on my swollen and bruised lips. I wish we could stay in this moment forever, melted together, but we have work to do. Reluctantly, I pull myself from his firm hold and begin dressing myself, as Reiner watches me.
“Are you just going to stare or give me a helping hand?” I laugh.
“I don’t feel like helping at all. I enjoy what I’m seeing: your breasts dangling while you reach for your clothes, your ass up in the air. I can watch you all day.”
He grasps my shirt from the ground and playfully holds it above me. I reach for it, knowing damn well I’m unable to come even near it.
“Perhaps try jumping, baby,” Reiner says with a cocky but lustful smile.
I grin at him as I sink onto my knees.
“Or maybe I should just make you falter,” I counter, as I start pulling his pants down, his erect cock ready for round two.
Those still wandering around the square are given another session of the theatre of the mind as I wrap my lips around his tip and start bobbing my head up and down his length, my saliva wetting his shaft.
He threads his fingers forcibly through my long hair, grabbing it firmly and holding me in place as he starts thrusting.
I moan loudly around his cock as he fucks my face.
DIARY ENTRY:
Keir is getting worse; I can tell it is already kicking in. How is he supposed to do this for a whole year? You are a sadistic piece of shit.