Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Roxy
Lothar’s kisses were wild as he carried me up the last two flights of stairs and into my room.
He kicked the door shut behind us, his beast vibrating in his chest as he strode across the room.
He lowered me to the bed, coming down and covering me with his huge frame, so I was pinned to the mattress.
“Tell me you want me?” he growled against my skin.
As out of control as I was, I still had enough presence of mind to be careful. “I want you, I do, Lothar,” I said, nipping at his jaw and lifting my hips, desperate for more friction. “We’ll make each other feel good, but no…no sex.”
He snarled a little. “Whatever you want, Rox.” But when he spoke, there was no anger or disappointment in his voice.
He cupped my jaw, sliding his thumb below my lower lip, then kissed me gently and lifted his head.
“I just need to make you come, baby. That’s all I need. Promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
I was addicted to his mouth, to the way he kissed me.
The long and slow, the wild and out of control, and the quick pressing of lips like the one he’d just given me.
I curled my arms around his neck and pulled him back down for another, moaning against his mouth from how good it felt to be close to him, to taste his lips and feel his warmth pressed against me.
I savored every moment, memorizing every touch, every sound to remember later.
His hand slid down my side, and he squeezed my waist, then gripped a handful of my oversized shirt and tugged it higher.
His hand trailed up my thigh before hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear.
My breath shook in anticipation. He didn’t make me wait, he slid his hand down the front and I cried out against his mouth when he touched my needy flesh, gliding one of his thick fingers across my slickness.
I spread my legs for him, asking for more, and he growled against my throat.
“Love how fucking wet you get, Rox.” He nipped my jaw as he slid one finger inside me.
I arched against the mattress and gasped. Gods, it felt too good. “Please…”
“Another finger, kitten?”
I whimpered and nodded. “More.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside me, and I lifted my hips when he thrust deep, desperate for more. “Faster. Oh gods, more.”
His thumb swiped over my clit, again, and again, leaving me gasping. “More?”
I couldn’t get enough, nothing was enough. I whimpered. “Yes.”
He withdrew his fingers, and when he slid back in, he’d added a third, and I cried out, my thighs shaking as he fucked me with them, fast and deep.
“You love that, don’t you, kitten? You love feeling so fucking full you can barely catch your breath. That’s how my cock would feel inside you. I’d stretch this pussy to its limits. I’d hit you so deep, you’d see fucking stars.”
He shoved my shirt up the rest of the way and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, then grazed the sensitive nub with his fangs. I broke then, my pussy clamping down hard around his fingers, and I cried out, coming hard for him.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he growled out. “Tell me.”
I gasped, shaking my head, still recovering, still riding the waves of pleasure.
“You’re telling me one thing, but this curvy, tight little body is telling me something else,” he growled. “Let go, baby.”
“I c-can’t,” I rasped, pleading with him to stop this before it was too late.
“Give in to me, kitten,” he demanded.
“Please, Lothar, we can’t.”
He growled, then I was airborne, lifted onto his lap.
He’d undone his jeans, and had shoved them down so there was barely anything between us, then both of his hands gripped my hips and he held me steady, thrusting his hard cock against my clit through his boxer briefs and my underwear.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my head spinning, wanting him still, needing more, and I rocked against him, meeting his out-of-control thrusts.
His fingers slid into my hair, and he took my mouth in a deep kiss that sent sparks igniting all over my body.
Oh gods, I was so sensitive that it only took minutes before I tipped over the edge again.
I tore my mouth from his and came, crying out his name, my heart shattering all over again at the thought of letting him go.
His fingers dug hard into my ass, and he rocked up against me, then held me there, thrusting almost brutally.
Oh fuck. Oh no.
I could feel it, through his underwear and mine.
What was happening to him only happened to a hound when he found his mate.
Lothar had grown bigger, thicker, his beast trying to knot with his mate, a mate he’d never once gotten the chance to claim fully—a mate he had no idea existed.
This shouldn’t be happening, it shouldn’t be possible, but it was. Oh fuck, it was.
“Roxy…fuck. Fucking hell,” he rasped. His eyes widened.
Something like shock, like understanding, or recognition flashed through his eyes, and then he buried his face against my throat and came with a low, agonized groan.
His big body, wrapped around mine, shuddered, his muscles jumped, twitching all over his body, while his cock pulsed and throbbed against me.
Everything went silent, except for our panted breaths.
I squeezed my eyes closed.
What the hell had I done?
His hand slid up my back, into my hair, and he fisted, jerking my head back, forcing a gasp from me.
His eyes were glowing red, burning into me.
“My knot… I just…” He swallowed thickly.
“You felt it…” He shook his head wildly, trying to clear his head.
“That’s never happened before. You felt me… you fucking felt it, didn’t you, Roxy?”
I bit my lips. I didn’t know what to say, what to do.
“You felt it, didn’t you?” he said again, more forcefully.
I blinked rapidly, fighting back my tears. Don’t cry. Do not cry.
He studied me. “But that’s impossible, right? Tell me that what just happened is impossible, and there’s an explanation for it, tell me,” he said low, deadly.
His grip on me tightened as I shook my head. “I don’t know—”
“No more fucking lies,” he said and shook me. “Something is going on between us, something I can’t explain. Shit has been fucked between us for months. But you know what it is, don’t you? You fucking know.”
Tears stung my eyes. “I…I don’t. You’re imagin—”
“You can’t be my mate. Right, Rox? Because I’d know if you were. I’d fucking know, wouldn’t I, Roxy?” He was all but roaring now.
A tear streaked down my cheek. “You’d know,” I said, still trying to lie, even as more tears streamed down my face. “Y-you’re confused. It’s just this realm. We’re not…we’re not—”
He snarled. “Tell me the fucking truth,” he bellowed.
The window shattered, darkness pouring in, bringing with it a freezing wind that blasted through the room. My hair whipped around my face as the darkness, the shadows, stopped moving, coalescing into tall imposing forms.
Wraiths.
Oh fuck. I pulled away from Lothar and dived for my blades.
An awful voice filled with agony and rage reverberated through the room. One so dreadful, it hurt to listen to. “You will come with us, or he will die.” Something warm trickled down my face and I swiped it away. Blood, it was dripping from my nose, my eyes.
“Roxy!” Lothar roared from across the room.
I spun to him, shoving back my hair being blown everywhere. Wraiths surrounded him, a blade of the gods pressed to his throat.
“Don’t do it,” he snarled at me. “Don’t you dare fucking do it. Do not go with them.”
“If you don’t comply, the hound will die,” the voice screeched.
I tried to shrink away from the voice, covering my ears. I had no choice but to do what they demanded. I wouldn’t let them hurt Lothar. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him, not ever again.
As much as I wanted to fight, there was no beating this many wraiths, not without losing Lothar, and I couldn’t let that happen. As long as he was okay, I’d be okay, no matter what happened next—even if that meant never seeing him again.
The wraiths whipped around me, tearing at my hair, my clothes, scraping over my skin. They lifted me, all tugging and pulling me in different directions as they dragged me toward the window.
Lothar’s roar followed as they ripped me through it and into the cold night.