Chapter 12 #3
While I thought about mentioning my demand once again, there was no need.
He unfastened his trousers, freeing his cock.
Where I’d marveled at how incredible and thick it was before, I didn’t want to waste the time at this point.
I just needed to feel something. Anything.
By the time he pushed me against the wall and yanked my legs around him, I had my hand around his cock.
It took five seconds for him to drive the entire length into me.
“Oh…” My shudder was both audible and physical, almost a sigh of relief.
He almost smashed his head into the wall, stopping just before doing so and keeping his hand in the air. His breathing heavy, he pressed our foreheads together while my muscles stretched to accept his size.
The ache was more intense than before, every nerve ending on edge.
“So tight.”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered in return. By the time I slipped my hands under his shirt, he’d pulled out, driving into me again. The force knocked the wind out of both of us.
When he repeated the action a third time, he didn’t have any control left and neither did I.
He was so brutal in his actions, my body was jostled all around.
I finally gave in, gripping his shoulders while he fucked me.
I’d asked for this, longing to feel the crushing blow of need masked in his savagery.
But I was aching all over for an entirely different reason. I was fucking the man who somewhere inside I’d had a crush on for years. An unknown entity I’d fixated on because there’d been no one to hold me at night.
Not like he’d held me. While for a different reason, that didn’t mean when the girl had turned into a woman, my dreams hadn’t changed along with my body.
The embarrassment of feeling so vulnerable around him was as real as the near desperate need. As I’d heard from so many others, tomorrow was no longer a given. If there was any enjoyment to be had, I should take it with utter fierceness, never allowing it to be taken away.
It had taken me years to understand what they’d meant. Now I knew.
This wouldn’t last, but that was okay. I would enjoy what I could for as long as possible.
He didn’t blink or speak as we stared at each other, the roughness all the language we needed. The friction kept us upright, also my legs being so tightly wrapped around his hips.
Feeling so filled, my pussy muscles throbbing was delicious. The moment he rolled onto the balls of his feet, I experienced what felt as if tiny pinpricks of heat were exploding in every inch of my body. The electrified vibrations were the only push my system needed to release once again.
This time, he wasn’t far behind. As another climax pushed into the darkest parts of me, he finally allowed himself to release, erupting deep inside.
The feeling was amazing, keeping me breathless for several seconds.
But now that he was finished, I was finished.
Not because the cravings were done, but because I was terrified of what this would mean.
And why? Because I’d caught something I’d missed before.
He had a matching crescent moon on his other thigh, exactly like mine.
Which was why I pushed him away. This time, I managed to catch him off guard enough he didn’t fight me, although his tumble backwards allowed me a satisfied smile.
“You know how to hurt a guy.”
“I just didn’t want you believing this means anything because it doesn’t,” I snipped, sliding away from him and heading to my dresser.
Clothes were definitely needed. With the act completed, I couldn’t stand the thought of being stuck around him naked.
And I had a terrible feeling he wasn’t eager to leave.
“Agreed.”
Sex I could handle. Men with attitudes were merely dirt under my nails.
I didn’t bother looking at him while I yanked out a fresh pair of trousers and another dark shirt.
The choice of clothing was limited of course, only what I’d found while scrounging the city.
I’d had luck in breaking into a clothing store that somehow hadn’t been looted.
Or maybe the good stuff had already been taken by the time I’d broken in.
I was still shaking. Still confused.
I’d managed to grab several items over three trips before my stash had been discovered and looted. What few things I owned were precious. When I was dressed, I turned to find Rage standing in the same place as where we’d just fucked. He could tell I was none too happy to see him taking up space.
“You’re still here,” I said, almost in passing but with attitude. Maybe the markings meant nothing.
“I’m still here. We still need to talk, princess.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t know who you are or why you’ve managed to convince Peter I should travel to God knows where with you and your… friends, but that’s not happening.”
“There is a matter of your destiny. Evidently.”
His attitude and his words indicated he was as clueless as to the reason he’d been sent to retrieve me as I was. The awkwardness between us was worse than before. I guess that’s what hot, sinful sex did to a couple who wanted nothing to do with each other.
All fire one minute then pure ice the next. Only I had no idea what ice was like, but fire I was all over.
“You don’t want to be here. Do you?”
“It’s not a matter of what I want, Star. I’m fulfilling a duty.” He looked away, but not before I noticed a flash in his eyes.
“A duty.”
“Yes. I was brought back to life. I owe a debt and pledged I’d do whatever was necessary.”
“What happened?” I studied his carved face, including how his jaw was clenched. “The scars. They aren’t from random attacks. Are they? You mentioned Exile, but that’s not the entire story.”
His smirk should increase my anger, but his reaction was based on the fury of being rescued, not of what he’d endured or that he believed I might be gloating. “You don’t need to know.”
I found myself walking closer, which meant little with the size of the room. “What if I want to know?”
He shifted from one foot to the other, staring at me with eyes clearly indicating he had no more trust for me than I did for him.
Or for anyone.
There was no chance for him to answer even if he had plans on doing so. The alarm went off, the lights immediately shifting to an eerie blue color that I’d only seen once before.
“What is going on?” he asked in his usual demanding tone.
“We’re under attack.”