17. Gray
Mébh writhed under my ministrations,and the dark demon within me growled his approval. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The cat-and-mouse chase game we played was more of a turn on than I ever could have expected. She constantly kept me guessing. It was hot as fuck when she called my bluff and then tackled me, thereby reversing the chase. Mébh was my little spitfire, my gorgeous hellion, my princess, and I was about to claim her for all eternity.
This was huge.
I’d never planned to accept my fated mate if I ever found her. I was damaged goods with nothing to offer besides a few orgasms. But Mébh inserted herself into my life, something I’d never experienced before. She’d slept in my arms. She’d argued with me. She’d moved right in somehow and been at home no matter where we were. For the first time in what memories I had, I didn’t feel alone. She filled a hole in me I hadn’t known was there. Plus, she had marked me. It was something special that werewolves did. She was letting every werewolf know who I belonged to. I doubted I would be able to see the mark after it healed, since I wasn’t a werewolf, and this fact saddened me. I wanted to see the evidence of her claim on me every damn day to remind myself I was worthy of her.
Mébh’s core still clenched my fingers like a vise—she was so incredibly tight—but she had stopped writhing, letting me know her orgasm had ended. It was the first of many I planned to give her tonight. She needed at least two, maybe three, before I was going to force my monster dick upon her. She had to be loose enough, or it would hurt her too much when I took her virginity. But the fact that I would be the first and only cock within her pleased the dark demon beyond measure. The possessive shit.
“Play with your nipples,” I commanded.
She dutifully reached up with both her hands, cupped her breasts from the bottom, and began flicking her nipples with her thumbs. I pressed her thighs back and dived in to tongue her channel. She tasted heavenly—sweet and tangy—from her recent release, and I could tell another orgasm was already building within her. She moaned so prettily.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
Her eyes shot open, and gold and glowing blue orbs met mine. These were what had drawn me to her originally. I loved her multicolored eyes, but more than that, I loved the hunger I could see rising in them.
I switched to a forked tongue and licked her clit on both sides again. She groaned loudly and started shaking. Curling my fingers inside her, I hit her G-spot and made her hips thrust up with every flick. I had her on the edge again in no time. She stopped thumbing her nipples in favor of grabbing my horns and pressing my face into her folds. I snarled against her and sucked her clit with all my might. It was just what she needed. She screamed my name this time as she crested and fell over into oblivion.
“Grayyyyyyy!” Her head thrashed back and forth in the moss as she came harder than before.
I loved how fucking vocal she was, and I cared little about anyone or anything overhearing. She was mine, and the whole dimension needed to know it.
I didn’t let her come down. I flicked my fingers harder within her and kept sucking her clit. She groaned and tried feebly to pry me off with her hands, but I wrapped an arm around her waist and held her down as she writhed uncontrollably. I was driving her orgasm higher, wringing out every ounce of pleasure. She tensed harder, her core clenching even more.
“I-I. Can’t. Handle,” she gasped.
“You can take it,” I assured her.
“Gray, I’m . . . I’m going to . . .”
I flicked my fingers against her G-spot as fast as I could. “Come again for me, princess. Now!” I commanded her.
She threw her head back, her core clamping down and gushing as she practically sobbed while writhing through her third orgasm.
Three orgasms.
She was so wet now, dripping even, and she was as loose as she could be from my fingers.
It was time.
I was going to claim my mate.
Leaning back and settling on my haunches, I gripped my dick, slicking it up with her juices from my hand and stroked, feeling every barbell. I pushed her to the side and then rolled her over onto her hands and knees. She stretched out her arms in front, doing a perfect playful bow with her ass in the air, chest down to the ground. I ran a hand down the curve of her back with a growl as my tail wrapped itself around her leg possessively. I placed a hand on the back of her neck, keeping her in place as I lined myself up with her channel from behind.
She pressed back into me and begged, “Please, Gray.”
I pressed the pierced tip of my cock against her wet folds. With a slight shove, just the head slipped inside, and instant tightness surrounded it. I groaned while Mébh gasped.
“More,” she demanded, pushing back against me. I worked the first inch into her, just past the first barbell, and it was the most exquisite feeling. I threw my head back and growled up at the sky. I was losing my freaking mind already, trying to hold back from shoving my whole length in her immediately. I was trying my hardest to make this experience good for Mébh and as painless as possible.
As we both continued pressing, another inch gave way, consuming the second barbell. Mébh hissed now, her brow furrowed. I stopped pushing forward immediately and held still so she could grow accustomed to my intrusion. I reached under her and found her clit, stroking it. She cooed and wiggled on my dick, and I nearly lost my shit all over again. Continuing to strum her, I gently pushed again, and she took another inch of my cock. I had three barbells inside her now.
“Good. That’s my princess,” I rumbled, my voice gone gutturally deep with my shift.
She panted under my hand as I gripped her neck from the side, and fresh wetness slicked her core. I sunk another barbell inside.
Four.
Over halfway there.
Now my cock met true resistance.
“Take a deep breath for me, Mébh, and try to hold as still as possible,” I instructed her.
She nodded.
I pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in, taking her virginity and forcing two more barbells inside. She whimpered but held still. Her channel clamped down hard around me. I froze despite my every instinct to keep thrusting deeper.
I flicked her clit with renewed vigor, channeling my desire to thrust into pleasuring her instead. Her core continued to grip me like a vise, but the pained expression on her face was easing.
“You’ve nearly taken me, princess,” I assured her.
Slowly she grew accustomed to my size, and in time, I had her panting and quaking with need again.
I could fuck her like this; there was enough stimulation on my cock. However, I wanted to feel all seven of my barbells inside her. I needed to feel myself bottom out, balls pressed against her. It wasn’t an option, it was a necessity. I had to be balls deep when my cock grew longer. It was the only part of my shift that remained, as I’d reached full height while getting her off the third time.
I was going to fucking Hell.
This was going to hurt her, but it had to be done.
“One more barbell to go,” I urged her.
“Give it to me, Gray!” she snarled out around her fangs.
I pushed deeper and her tight little pussy swallowed up my last piercing. I bottomed out on a bellow, making a flock of bats take flight from a nearby cave.
“That’s it. You’ve taken me,” I growled around my fangs and felt Mébh’s answering clench around my cock.
She moaned and thrashed her head. “You’re so big. I feel so full.” Her voice had gone guttural the more her shift took hold.
I could only rumble at her in response as I picked up the pace, mercilessly thrusting. Her little body took everything I gave her. She quaked with need, and the harder I flicked her clit as I pounded her, the more she shook.
My own orgasm was racing toward me. I tensed and groaned as I felt my cock lengthen another inch. Mébh screamed and started coming, her core squeezing me even tighter. I thrust into her fast as the blood rushed in my ears. The pressure inside was ratcheting up to an unbearable point until I shifted my grip from Mébh’s neck to her shoulder. Instinct ruled me. She picked her head up as I leaned down over her body and struck on the right side of her neck, sinking my fangs in deep, claiming her forever with my teeth. It was the demon way, similar to werewolf marking, and the act detonated the largest, most explosive orgasm I had ever experienced. Mind-numbing pleasure rocked through me right along with the new mating power and strength.
My wing scars on my back seared with pain, and suddenly new wings erupted from them. They unfurled and revealed large bat-like appendages with black velvety fur, similar to Lucifer’s. Demonic wings.
I threw my head back and roared to the heavens, bursting with newfound strength, but then my mind reeled, and it was like the floodgates were opened. My hands flew to grip my head as memories came in flashing so fast behind my eyes, I couldn’t keep track of everything I was seeing. However, a few things stuck out: first, me sitting on a throne in a massive hall filled with expectant demons. I really was their leader, whether I liked it or not. Second, Lethe being appointed to represent Envy. I’d shaken her hand to welcome her to my council of Shoal leaders. The council was how I kept the regions in line, but after this meeting with her, my mind had not been my own anymore. Touch was all she needed to infiltrate. And she’d gone on to infiltrate the minds of the majority of demons in Shoal in an effort to raise The Fallen and take over Earth. She made me a prisoner in my own mind, making me forgetful and confused—a poor leader, basically—until the council elected her co-regent. She needed me alive and close, hence her using me to spy into her victim’s minds, but from there she basically ruled Shoal. She’d usurped my crown from me while posing to share it. Fresh hatred for the demoness boiled within me.
Despite what I’d thought, I was the fucking prince of Shoal—Mébh had been right all along. The Lord had appointed me even though I cared little about ruling. I’d only wanted freedom of choice when I’d fallen. I guess that made me the definition of a benevolent ruler. I had much more free choice than when I was an angel, but to be a good leader, you also needed to do hard things, make hard and sometimes seemingly unfair decisions, and do what was best for your people. I did care about the demons of Shoal, and I’d ruled to the best of my ability—until Lethe.
The memory flashes slowed and finally stopped. My wings fluttered in agitation behind me, along with my tail, as I dropped my hands from my head.
Mébh was looking over her shoulder at me with concern. “What did you remember?”
“Everything,” I snarled and eased out of her.
My cum immediately began oozing out. That wouldn’t do at all, and I distracted myself by scooping it up with my finger and stuffing it back inside of her to the sound of her breathy moan. Then I dropped my mouth to her pussy and cleaned her up with my tongue. The taste of our juices mixed together had my eyes rolling back in my head. My cock kicked, already eager for another round. But the returned memories swam in my mind again and I sighed as I straightened. “You were right, Mébh. I was prince of Shoal before Lethe.”
She sat up and a smile spread across her face. “I knew it.”
“I am still shocked the Lord assigned me the job in the first place.”
“Who has been ruling in your absence? Nicodemus?”
“Seems like he has been trying based on what Lucifer mentioned.”
“So you owe it to the demons of Shoal to take your throne back,” she urged.
“I don’t know about that,” I snapped and balked. It had been kind of nice these past few months not having the weight of a kingdom and every region’s squabbles on my shoulders.
Mébh stared at me but didn’t say anything else.
We fell into a tense silence for a while, and I got lost sifting through recently released memories that Lethe hid for one reason or another.
“Can you hear me, Gray?”Mébh’s question burst into my mind, making me jump. I could hear her loud and clear.
Mating fully must have allowed me into her mind with my spy telepathy, even if I was listening in accidentally. “Wow, I can hear you. My gift works on you now,” I replied, joyous that I would be able to understand her better.
She looked slightly confused for a moment, but then shook it off. “Yeah, that will come in handy.” Her words were a little sad, and I had no idea why.
Overhead, the red full moon slipped into view between the tree branches. Mébh stiffened. I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know her Wolf was ready to run.
“Go,” I urged her. “Shift, my princess.” I ran my fingers over her cheek.
“Will you keep me safe?” she asked urgently.
“Always,” I assured her, pressing my lips briefly to hers.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled back and then groaned in pain while clutching her arm across her middle. Her shift took her over, quickly reshaping her body, bones crunching as black fur grew in all over. Her nose pressed forward to form her canine snout. She then pointed it at the sky and howled long and eerie, the sheer joy radiating through every musical note. It infected me completely, and when she bolted into the trees, I misted after her, prepared to do anything necessary to protect what was mine forevermore.