Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
EZEKIEL
Two weeks into our bond, and Raven was changing. Growing stronger, faster, more resilient. Her human limitations were falling away, revealing something more.
"I feel different," she said, examining her reflection. Her skin had a subtle glow now, and her eyes held flecks of silver.
"You're becoming what you were meant to be." I wrapped my arms around her from behind, letting her feel my hard cock against her ass. "My equal."
We'd barely left the bathroom when she was pulling me toward the bedroom again, insatiable. The bond was making her hungrier every day, matching my own desperate need for her.
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That night, she wanted to go out. "I need to dance," she said, putting on a black dress that barely covered anything. "I need to feel alive."
The club was packed, bodies grinding together under flashing lights. To the humans, I looked normal—the glamour hiding my wings and horns. But Raven knew what I really was, and I could smell how wet it made her.
We found a spot on the dance floor, and she immediately pressed her ass against me, grinding to the heavy bass. Her dress rode up with every movement, and I knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Fuck," I groaned in her ear. "You're going to make me lose control."
"That's the idea."
She turned in my arms, wrapping herself around me as we moved together. The crowd pressed close, anonymous bodies in the dark, but all I could focus on was her—the heat of her skin, the scent of her arousal, the way she moved against me like she was fucking me through our clothes.
"I need you," she gasped, loud enough for the people near us to hear. "Right now. Can't wait."
"Here?"
"Here. Now. Please."
She pulled me toward the wall, into a darker corner where couples were already grinding desperately. No one would look twice at two more people getting heavy.
I pressed her against the wall, hiking her dress up to her waist. Anyone looking would see everything—her bare ass, my hands spreading her thighs, the wet gleam of her arousal.
"Someone will see," I said, even as I freed my cock.
"I know." She reached back to guide me inside. "That's why I'm so fucking wet."
I pushed into her with one thrust, and she cried out, the sound lost in the pounding music. But the couple next to us definitely heard—I saw them turn to look, eyes widening when they saw what we were doing.
"Don't stop," Raven gasped when I hesitated. "Please don't stop."
I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. I pounded into her against the wall while strangers watched. Her dress was pushed up completely now, her breasts spilling out, bouncing with each thrust. The couple next to us had stopped pretending to dance, openly staring as I claimed her.
"Oh god," she moaned, pushing back against me. "They're watching. They're all watching."
More people were noticing now. A circle of space had formed around us, filled with hungry eyes. Some were recording on their phones. Others were touching themselves or their partners, turned on by our display.
"You love this," I growled, angling my thrusts to make her scream. "Love being watched. Love showing them what a desperate slut you are for my cock."
"Yes," she gasped. "Only for you. Always for you."
I could feel my knot beginning to swell, and I knew we should stop, should leave before they saw something that couldn't be explained. But Raven was clenching around me, so close to coming, and I couldn't deny her.
"I’m going to come," she screamed, not caring who heard. "Fuck, Ezekiel, I'm coming!"
She shattered around me, her orgasm triggering mine. I barely managed to pull out before my knot fully swelled, spinning her around and pressing her to her knees. She knew what I needed, opening her mouth eagerly.
I came on her face and breasts, marking her visibly for everyone to see. The crowd gasped at the sheer volume—guardian physiology producing far more than human. She was painted with it, dripping with my claim.
"Fuck," someone whispered nearby. "That's so much cum."
Raven just smiled, licking her lips clean while dozens watched. She looked debauched, destroyed, perfect.
Security was pushing through the crowd now, but we were already moving. I pulled her dress down just enough to cover her, then led her toward the exit, my cum still visible on her skin.
"Holy shit," she panted as we stumbled into the alley. "That was... fuck, I'm already wet again just thinking about it."
I pressed her against the alley wall, unable to resist tasting her. "You're incredible."
"I'm yours." She pulled me up for a kiss, and I could taste myself on her lips. "Take me home. Need you properly. Need your knot."
"Going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name," I promised, already hard again.
"Yes. Please. Now."
We barely made it home before I was inside her again, this time letting my knot swell fully, locking us together for hours. She came over and over, each orgasm stronger than the last, her developing immortal body able to take more and more.
"The way those people watched us," she gasped during a brief respite. "The way they looked at me covered in your cum..."
"Made you feel powerful."
"Made me feel owned. Claimed. Yours." She clenched around my knot, making me groan. "Want to do it again. Want everyone to know how thoroughly you wreck me."
"My perfect exhibitionist." I thrust slightly, making her whimper. "We'll give them shows they'll never forget."
"Promise?"
"Promise. But next time, I want somewhere I can knot you properly. Let them see what you really take."
The thought made her come again, and I realized that her exhibitionist desires were only growing stronger as she changed. By the time she was fully immortal, we'd probably be banned from every club in the city.
Perfect.