Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
RAVEN
That night at the club had awakened something deeper in me.
Not just the exhibitionism, but a craving for more.
For everything. The way those supernaturals had watched Ezekiel claim me, the respect in their eyes when they saw his knot lock inside me—it made me realize I wasn't just playing at being claimed by something inhuman.
I was living it. And I wanted to live it forever.
We'd barely made it home before he was on me again, pressing me against the apartment door, his hands everywhere.
"Can't get enough of you," he growled against my throat. "The way you took me in front of everyone... fuck, Raven."
I gasped as his fingers found me still dripping with his cum from the bar.
My demon carried me to bed, tossing me onto the mattress before stripping with inhuman speed. I watched him, drinking in the sight—alabaster skin, those black wings that seemed to absorb light, his cock already hard again.
"Turn over," he commanded. "Ass up."
I obeyed immediately, presenting myself to him. I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the bed dip as he knelt behind me.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. "And so fucking wet. Still dripping with my cum from earlier."
"Please," I whimpered as his fingers teased my pussy. "Need you."
"Where do you need me?" His thumb pressed against my other hole, making me gasp. "Here?"
"Yes," I moaned. "Want you there. Want you everywhere."
"Have you ever taken someone here before?"
"No. Want my first time to be you. Only you."
He groaned, his thumb pressing harder. "You'll need to be prepared. Stretched. I don't want to hurt you."
"Then prepare me."
He started with one finger, using my arousal and his cum as lubricant. The intrusion felt strange but good, especially when he leaned down to lick my pussy at the same time.
"Relax," he murmured against my flesh. "Let me in."
I did, breathing deeply as he worked me open. One finger became two, carefully stretching me while his tongue drove me to distraction. By the time he added a third finger, I was pushing back against him, desperate for more.
"Please," I begged. "I'm ready. Need your cock."
"So impatient." But he pulled his fingers out, positioning himself at my untouched entrance. "This is going to be intense."
"Good."
He pushed inside slowly, and I had to remember to breathe. The stretch burned, but underneath was pleasure unlike anything I'd experienced. He was claiming the last part of me that hadn't been his.
"Fuck," he groaned when he was fully seated. "So tight. So perfect."
"Move," I demanded. "Want to feel those ridges."
He did, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. The ridges on his cock created sensations I couldn't describe, each one dragging against sensitive nerves I didn't know I had. Within minutes I was screaming into the pillow, overwhelmed by the intensity.
"That's it," he encouraged, his pace increasing. "Take it. Take all of me."
He reached around to play with my clit, and I shattered, coming so hard I saw stars. He followed immediately, flooding my ass with his cum, claiming me completely.
We collapsed together, both panting. I could feel his seed leaking from both holes now, marking me inside and out as his.
"Mine," he murmured, pressing kisses to my spine. "Every part of you is mine."
"Yours," I agreed, still trembling from the intensity.
We dozed for a while, tangled together in the sheets. When I woke, he was watching me with those burning red eyes, his hand stroking my hair.
"I want to be immortal," I said without preamble. The words had been building in me all night, and now they spilled out. "I want forever with you."
"Raven—"
"No, listen." I straddled him, sinking down on his cock with a moan. Even after hours of fucking, I still needed more. Would always need more. "I've never felt more alive than I do with you. More myself. Why would I want that to end?"
"The transformation—" He groaned as I started to ride him, taking him deep. "Fuck, you can't have serious conversations while doing that."
"Sure I can." I clenched around him, loving how his eyes rolled back. "I've been thinking about it since the club. Seeing how the other supernaturals looked at us, at our bond. I want to be your equal in every way."
"You already are my equal."
"No, I'm not. Not really." I rode him harder, chasing my pleasure. His ridges hit perfectly when I was on top like this. "You hold back with me. You have to, because I'm still human. Still fragile."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I know. But what if you didn't have to worry about that? What if I was strong enough to take everything you wanted to give?" I leaned down to kiss him, still rolling my hips. "I want forever, Ezekiel. Want to be strong enough to be your true equal. Want to explore eternity with you."
"It's irreversible. Once you're immortal, there's no going back."
"Good." I sat up, riding him faster now. "I don't want an escape clause. I want you. Forever. I want to fuck you for centuries. Want to watch the world change while we stay constant. Want to learn everything there is to know about pleasure with you."
"The next new moon—"
"When?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Perfect." I could feel his knot starting to swell, and I ground down on it. "Make me yours completely."
He flipped us over suddenly, driving into me with desperate hunger. "You already are mine completely."
"Then make me immortal." I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Make me strong enough to take everything you want to give me. To match your hunger."
"Fuck," he groaned, his thrusts becoming savage. "The things I'll do to you when you're immortal... when you can take my full strength..."
"Tell me." I was close, so close, the knot stretching me perfectly. "Tell me everything."
"I'll fuck you for days without stopping.
Fill every hole until you're drowning in my cum.
I'll claim you in ways that would break a mortal—bent in half, suspended from my wings, split open on my knot for hours.
" His thrusts became erratic. "I'll worship every inch of your eternal body.
Make you come until you forget your own name.
Show you pleasures that mortals can't even imagine. "
"Yes," I gasped as his knot locked inside me. "Want all of it. Want everything you can give me."
We came together, the shared orgasm rippling through our bond. As he filled me with his seed, I could feel the magic building between us, preparing for tomorrow night's transformation.
"There's more," he said when we could speak again. "Things about immortality I should tell you."
"Like what?"
"Your senses will be heightened beyond human comprehension. You'll feel everything more intensely—including pleasure. What feels overwhelming now will be just the beginning of what you can experience."
"That sounds amazing."
"Your body will change. Become more resilient, more flexible. You'll be able to take forms of pleasure that would destroy a mortal body."
I clenched around his still-swollen knot. "Keep talking."
"You'll develop your own magical abilities. Some immortal mates can phase through matter, others can manipulate energy. We won't know what gifts you'll manifest until after the transformation."
"What else?"
"We'll be able to share consciousness during sex. Feel everything the other feels. True union of body and mind."
"God, yes." The thought made me clench again. "I want that. Want to feel what you feel when you're inside me."
"It's overwhelming at first. Many couples get lost in it for years, unable to separate enough to function."
"Sounds perfect."
He laughed, his cock pulsing inside me. "My eager mate. So ready to throw away mortality."
"Not throwing it away. Trading it for something better." I traced the patterns on his chest. "Trading it for you."
"Tomorrow night, then. Under the new moon."
"Tomorrow night," I agreed, already imagining what forever would feel like.
His knot was deflating, but neither of us moved to separate.
We stayed joined, talking about immortality, about the future, about all the things we'd do with eternity.
And when his cock hardened again inside me, we celebrated my decision the only way we knew how—with desperate, consuming passion that lasted until dawn.
By the time the sun rose, I was deliciously sore, thoroughly claimed, and more certain than ever. I wanted forever with my guardian. And tomorrow night, I would have it.