Chapter 24
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Fuck, how is this real?
I’ve spent countless nights with Ada, drawn to her dreams and nightmares, but nothing I experienced in them, or in the dream realm, could’ve prepared me for this.
The delicious heat of her body, and the impossibly delicate skin of her lush form that molds to my touch.
The tang of her essence coating my tongue, the copper of her blood, and the salt of her skin.
Every expression, every breath and sigh, every single fucking thing about Ada in my arms is beyond comprehension.
My breath punches out of my lungs as the tip of my cock drags through her wetness, and we both stare down between our bodies, hovering on the edge of something dangerous.
At least for me. Because once I’ve been inside Ada, once I’ve claimed her, I won’t survive it when she comes to her senses and turns me away.
When she realizes that fucking a monster might be fun in dreams, but isn’t something you welcome in real life.
When she says my name in a low, shuddering moan, I’m lost. Too weak to resist the need surging through me. I notch my cock against her entrance, and Ada gasps, her eyes flashing up to meet mine.
“You sure you want this, Princess? It’s not going to be easy getting me inside you. It’s not like your fantasies. This is real, and it will hurt.”
There’s something horribly wrong with me that I like the thought of her struggling to take me.
Fighting for her pleasure, scraping and clawing for it through the pain.
No, savoring the pain, because it means she finally has her nightmare exactly how she’s wanted me.
Knowing that my monstrousness is her doing, formed from her dreams and desires.
“Please,” she whispers, tilting her hips as best she can pinned between the tree and my body.
It’s not good enough. My hand cages her throat, and the pounding of her pulse reminds me of how alive she is. Ada may be shrouded in her anxieties, but underneath is a woman who burns bright with a yearning for passion and life. I’m the one caging her in, but she’s the one who captured me first.
“Tell me,” I rasp. She’s so soft and slick and hot against my tip I have to fight not to move.
“I want it,” she gasps, her back arching to press closer. “Let me feel it. Let me feel you.”
A sound rumbles in my throat, half-groan, half-growl.
I let my hand fall from her throat down to grab her ass, using my grip on her to keep her in place as I press my hips forward.
My cock pulses as the tip of my cock pushes inside her warm, slippery cunt, meeting resistance before it’s even fully sheathed in her.
“F-fuck,” Ada gasps, staring down at where we’re joined.
“Still want my monster cock, Princess?” I pull back a touch, and she whines, her heels digging into my ass. A deep chuckle falls from my lips. “Mmm, you do? You want me to make you take it like the dirty slut you are for me?”
She nods, her body trembling in my arms as I push inside an inch more.
Fuck. Fuck. She’s so tight. So wet and silky and giving as her body makes room for what shouldn’t even be real. The hiss of pain when I shift my grip on her ass to pull her down on my cock makes me freeze, even as my length throbs and demands that I plunge all the way inside her.
“No, no, no, don’t stop.”
Ada’s pleas set my body alight. I want her like this every day. Every night. Every godsdamn moment for the rest of time. Ada begging me to give her what only I can unlocks something deep inside me. Something primal and dark and hungry that I can only release at her command.
I rock into her again, harder. She cries out, the sound of pleasure-pain echoing through the trees. “Take it. You want it so bad, then fucking take it.”
“Yes, god Seth, it’s… you’re…” An unearthly sound bursts from her when the thickest part of my cock finally presses inside her, the pearls along my shaft rubbing against her channel in a way that has her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves.
A gush of wetness coats me, dripping down onto my knot and to the snow at my feet.
I taste blood, my fangs nicking my tongue as I harshly grind them together to keep myself from losing it already. This might be the only time she’ll want me like this. I have to make it count.
“Did you just come, Princess?” I rasp, shocked by how her body responds to me.
“Y-yes.” She sounds as surprised by it as I am, her voice wavering.
“Such a slut for your monster, aren’t you?” I pull back and thrust inside her again.
“Yes.” This time her affirmation is steady. Like being allowed to let go and let me use her body is as freeing for her as it is for me.
I set a slow but brutal rhythm, each thrust powerful enough to make her tits bounce. She makes room for me slowly but surely, until she’s wet and pliant and, oh fuck, I’m all the way inside her save for my pulsating knot.
It’s too much. Too good.
Lightning lances up my spine as I work inside her, dragging out as many moans and cries as I can from Ada before I lose control.
When I bend forward to drag my tongue up her neck, she comes again with my name on her lips, and there’s no stopping my release.
With one last forceful thrust, my knot pops inside, and I come with a bellowing cry that makes the birds in the trees around us scatter.
My vision whites out. Time is endless as pleasure sizzles through every nerve ending in my body.
And then Ada grabs my chin and yanks me up, smashing her lips to mine in a desperate kiss.
That’s what ruins me. Not the mind-altering pleasure of my orgasm, or the sounds of her own delight in what I’ve given her, but the kiss that holds the promise for something more.
She pulls back far too soon with a shaky exhale, her head burrowing against my shoulder.
“Ada,” I murmur her name reverently, eyes burning with unshed tears. She sighs in response, her body going lax in my arms. I stare down at the woman letting me hold her. Trusting me with her body and safety even now. “I’ve got you, Ada,” I murmur, reassuring myself as much as her.
Walking back to the cabin with her stuck on my knot proves to be a challenge. The small hisses of pain when the movement tugs too much make my chest ache. I shouldn’t have knotted her, but I lost my mind when I came.
By the time we’ve reached her cabin, my knot has thankfully gone down enough for me to slip out.
Ada’s cheeks redden as the gush of our mingled release splatters down her thighs onto the snow, but I don’t let it stop me from hauling her into my arms and carrying her inside.
Henry looks up from his bed in the living room, giving us two heavy tail thumps of greeting before closing his eyes again, clearly unconcerned about his owner.
She’s shivering, and I don’t know if it’s from the shock of what we’ve done or the cold, but I carry Ada straight to the bathroom and set her down on the edge of the tub as I fill it.
Her eyelashes flutter shut as I kneel beside her, holding her steady with one hand and stroking her hair, her cheek, her arms, everywhere I can reach to reassure myself that she’s okay and that I’m really here with her.
“Are you okay, Princess?”
Ada’s eyes flash open at the sound of my voice, and I wince, hating that I startled her.
“Seth,” she murmurs, scanning my face. Whether her expression holds awe or fear is unclear to me, but I hold stock-still as she processes things.
When she speaks again, there’s an unexpected gentleness in her voice.
“Still can’t believe you’re here. That you’re real. ”
“Me either.” My voice sounds like I’ve been gargling broken glass, and I’m worried it’s going to scare her now that the heat of the moment has passed.
She doesn’t flinch or cower, though. No, she laughs, the sound hoarse from crying out before.
It’s been so fucking long since I’ve heard her laugh I’d almost forgotten how intoxicating it is. The stress and anxieties that weigh her down melt from her face as she somehow finds the humor in our situation.
As her laughter fades, she reaches out to turn off the tap, then brings her hand up to my hood, pushing it back.
Her fingertips trail down across the edge of my mask, brushing against my ear, then my throat, then the center of my chest where she stops and rests her palm right over the scarred pit of my heart.
“I’m not okay,” she murmurs.
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I go to pull back immediately, the words like ice water poured over me, but she shakes her head and sinks her blunt little nails into my chest.
“It’s not because of you. I’ve been broken and hurting for a long time, and I tried to convince myself I could get through it on my own.
That I could be safe if I hid away here in my cabin.
” Her chin wobbles and her eyes grow glassy.
“But I’m not okay, and you saw that. You stayed with me, even when things were the darkest. You came for me and showed me that I don’t have to do this alone. ”
You stayed with me, even when things were the darkest.
I’d spent so long blaming Ada for my monstrous changes, but she’s right.
I couldn’t leave her, because she needed me.
I couldn’t stop going to her dreams, because I needed to know that she’d be okay.
Because Ada gives me life, and it was my turn to return the favor, no matter how ineffective and feeble my attempts were.
Emotion makes my voice thick. “You don’t ever have to be alone, Ada. I’ll stay as long as you want me. Whatever you need, I’m yours.”
She shakes her head as she smiles, like she still doesn’t quite believe this is real. “Thank you. I don’t know why you care so much, or how you’re even here, but thank you.”
I want to protest with all the ways she enchants me, but her eyelids are beginning to droop. Later. Now, she needs my care.
I stroke a hand lightly against her thigh. “Can I make sure you’re not hurt?”
“Y-yeah.”
The way her breath hitches as I ease her leggings off from where they’re shoved down by her knees makes my cock pulse, but when I coax her thighs apart, she hisses in pain.
“Oh, Princess, look at you,” I rasp, staring down at her puffy pussy still leaking my cum. My worry is accompanied by a sense of pride at the evidence of how well she took me, my cock thickening. I lean forward, lapping up a rivulet of our shared essence, and groan. “Let me make it better.”
I’m certain she’ll tell me no. That she doesn’t want a masked monster doing that in the comfort of her home. I’m meant for nightmares and dark basements and forest chases, not soft, intimate moments. My chest aches before the rejection even happens.
Hope blossoms when she nods. “Please.”
I take my time, exploring every inch of her with my tongue and lips.
Before, I devoured her like a feral beast, but now I get to savor it.
Finding what makes her gasp and making her do it over and over, dipping my tongue into her sore channel to apologize for my rough intrusion earlier, and circling her clit until she’s coming with a low moan as she clutches my hair.
When I’ve eased her down from her release and sit back on my heels, I can’t hold back a grin. “Better?”
Ada releases a hoarse chuckle. “Yes.”
“Good. Now I can clean up the rest of you.” I incline my head to the steaming tub.
“Oh, I can do that on my own.” Her cheeks flush.
My fingers tease the hem of her shirt. “I know you can, but you don’t have to, remember? I’m here for whatever you need.”
She smiles. “Whatever I need? Because I’ve been meaning to find a therapist.”
A loud bark of laughter bursts from me. “Okay, whatever you need that I’m qualified to do. But I can help you find one, if you’d like. I can be there with you if that’d help, though I’m not sure how they’d react to…” I gesture to my mask. “This.”
She chuckles, but after a moment her expression sobers. “Can you take it off?”
I’ve been so busy with rescuing Ada and then everything that happened after that I didn’t slow down to check. My fingers twitch. I’m about to reach up and test it, but I pause.
What if I can’t take it off? And if I can, will I find my old self underneath, or does that version of me no longer exist?
I swallow hard, uncertain what to do. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes. No.” Ada shakes her head, brow furrowing. “If you can, it’s fine, but it’s also fine if you can’t. You’re still my Seth either way.”
My Seth. Gods, I love the way that sounds.
“Let’s worry about it later then. After I’ve gotten my princess cleaned up and fed and taken care of.”