Chapter 23 Aurora #2
I force a shaky breath past my lips. “Yeah, well, um.” My voice cracks, and I have to clear my throat just to keep going. “That’s very, uh. Very dramatic of you. Like K-drama-level dramatic.”
Ezra tilts his head, his storm-grey eyes lit with excitement. And for the first time, I realize—he likes not knowing things. “K-drama level dramatic?”
I wave a frantic hand toward his still-kneeling form. “This. The kneeling. The vibe. It’s all very, like, park bench in the rain, one tear rolling down the cheek, dramatic …”
I make a noise that is absolutely not a whimper, and Ezra’s smirk deepens.
“I have no idea what that means,” he murmurs.
I stare at him. “You’re messing with me.”
“Mm. I’m not.”
He’s just kneeling there, watching me flail, savoring my awkwardness like it’s his favorite goddamn drink.
He knows I’m panicking, and he seems to be enjoying every second of it.
Ezra chuckles then rises with a restraint so controlled it makes my spine arch. He’s not rushing. He doesn’t have to.
My pulse kicks and his smirk deepens. Ezra’s shadows slip back as he drops into his chair, spreading out like a king enjoying the show.
“Better?” he purrs.
I blink, trying to reboot my central nervous system. “No. Fuck you.”
Ezra chuckles, the sound rough enough to scrape against my neurons.
“That’s the idea, darling.”
Fuck. I make an annoyed humming sound and roll my eyes.
I mean, seriously, who am I right now?
I’ve really grown some ovaries in the last few days, sitting here telling a human-devouring shadow nightmare to go fuck himself.
And then … I make a choice.
Because fuck it. I can’t let him win.
I push away from the table and cross the short distance before I can second-guess it.
My hands slide over his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I climb into his lap.
Ezra doesn’t hesitate. His hands clamp around my hips, gripping tight, dragging me flush against him with a satisfied sound that rumbles through his chest.
The effect we have on each other is inescapable.
“So, hypothetically, how screwed am I? Are they already hunting me, or do I at least get a grace period? Are they that dangerous?”
I roll my hips over his throbbing cock, reveling in the sharp hiss he sucks through his teeth. His fingers dig into my waist, his control already slipping.
“Yes, darling. They are that dangerous.”
His breath brushes against the sensitive skin on my neck while I curl my fingers into his hair.
“Jameson was a high-ranking hunter, but there are others out there. Ones with magic that could deceive even me.”
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear and teeth grazing soft, unmarked skin.
“You’d tear them apart for me, wouldn’t you? Just like Jameson?”
The hunger in Ezra’s eyes is quiet and lethal, smoldering beneath the surface, ready to devour anyone who dares to take me from him.
“I told you, Aurora. I don’t stop at protecting what’s mine. I will end anything or anyone that tries to take you from me.”
There’s a question lodged in my throat, clawing its way out, but asking it makes me feel raw.
“Ezra …” My throat tightens.
I should leave it alone. I know I should. But the words press against my teeth until I let them slip.
“I want to know what you did to Jameson.”
The tension splits like skin stretched too tight. Ezra grunts, shifting just enough for the thick length of his cock to grind against my clit.
Fucking … yes.
“Are you sure, Aurora?”
His shadows snap taut as his fingers wrap around the back of my neck, guiding my gaze to his.
“I won’t hold back. This would be a glimpse of the monster I truly am.”
“Yes, please, Ezra. I need to hear everything.”
His fingers dip under my skirt, his thumb pressing slow, torturous circles over my clit. My head falls back as a desperate moan slips free.
Ezra pulls me closer, his forehead pressed against mine … his voice a growl against my lips.
“You want to hear how I tore apart the man who touched what’s mine?”
He slides his fingertips through my slick heat, slow and fucking cruel, committing every ridge and tremble to memory before he takes me apart.
“You want to know what kind of monster I am?”
His breath is hot against my skin as his dark voice rumbles through me.
“I could tell you. Or I could show you how it felt.”
A shadow curls around my throat—not choking, just holding.
“I made him watch as I tore his arms off. One by one.”
Ezra thrusts a finger inside me, curling just right.
“I made him listen to his bones crunch between my teeth.”
A second finger slowly stretches me open, dragging a husky, broken sound from my throat.
“And when he called me a monster,” Ezra breathes, “I showed him exactly why.”
His shadows coil tight, remembering the taste of his flesh.
I grind down, messy with need.
I don’t care if I look crazed. I just know I need more of him. “F-fuck, Ezra—”
Ezra’s jaw ticks as he adds a third finger, the stretch making me gasp.
“He begged for his life, darling.”
My breath hitches when Ezra pauses, just for a second, before thrusting his fingers inside me again, perfect and merciless, hitting that absolutely delicious spot.
The library walls echo with a wanton moan so desperate it should humiliate me. But I’m all out of fucks to give.
A fiery, desperate need twists inside me, burning to split me open from the inside out. I reach up, rolling a tightened nipple between my fingers, the sensation sending another ripple of pleasure through me.
Ezra growls, pressing deeper.
“That’s it, Aurora. Ride my fingers. Fucking use me. Take what you need, little lupine.” His voice is a rough rasp against my lips. “But don’t come yet.”
I’m completely gone, lost in the slow, deliberate torture of his touch.
Ezra’s eyes burn, locking onto mine, watching as I shamelessly fuck his fingers.
“Jameson thought he was a monster, Aurora. But he was just prey.”
Ezra’s shadows slither over my shoulders, purring in silent triumph.
“When I ate his limbs, I took my time. I wanted him to feel it … every snap, every slow, calculated tear of flesh. I wanted him to understand what a true monster looks like.”
His fingers curl, dragging along that devastating spot inside me with agonizing precision.
“I slowly peeled the flesh from his bones … and fuck, when the drugs wore off? He sang for me. Pain makes the purest sound.”
A strangled moan catches in my throat.
“He even tried to bargain with me,” Ezra continues, teeth flashing in a wicked grin. “But I don’t bargain with filth.”
His shadows thrash, mirroring the rage burning in his voice.
“All I could see were his hands around your neck. Your body limp and bloody.”
Ezra growls with barely contained rage, pressing deeper, torturing me.
I gasp, my thighs clenching, my body trembling on the edge of something sharp and catastrophic.
“Naughty little lupine.”
The smirk he flashes me? Has to be a war crime under at least three international treaties.
“Be my good girl and hold it for me. I want to feel you shaking for it. I want to hear you beg for it.”
Fuck yes, I’ll be his good girl.
I whimper, then nod, as I soften the snap of my hips, fighting the edge clawing up my spine.
Ezra tuts. “I thought you were going to be a good girl.”
His lips ghost against mine, and the shadows pulse against my skin, hungry and restless.
“Don’t slow down. Show me how that tight little cunt takes what it fucking wants.”
Another pathetic whimper escapes through my lips. The edges of the room dissolve as the need to come sharpens into pure agony.
Ezra groans against my mouth, his fingers pressing deeper.
“Christ, you’re dripping for me, darling.”
Tears catch on my lashes as I writhe against his hand, every nerve lit and fraying.
“Yes, Aurora. That’s it. My good … fucking … girl.”
His eyes blacken, burning with a darkness that feels almost sacred. Like he’d stand at a pulpit, slit a throat in my name, and call it worship.
“I didn’t just strip the flesh from his limbs or grind his bones between my teeth.”
Ezra nips my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.
“When his body was gone … I stroked my cock with his blood. I spat on the splatter of his remains before I came with your name on my lips.”
The tremor that rips through me isn’t just violent, it’s annihilating.
My spine bows and my thighs shake, slick and trembling around his hand. Ezra growls against my throat, his fingers fucking into me with a brutal rhythm.
“And I would do it again. Because you’re mine. And no one touches what belongs to me.”
My world fractures with every thrust of his fingers. I’m drenched, stretched thin, and unraveling fast. The pressure thrashes through me, alive and snarling, desperate to break free.
“Ezra, please,” I whimper. “I need to come.”
His teeth graze my throat, so close to breaking the skin.
“Not yet, little vixen.”
He stills my hips, forcing me to hold back. His shadows coil around my thighs, trembling and desperate to feel me fall.
“You’ve been such a good girl, so fucking good,” he murmurs against my lips. “But I want you to suffer for me just a little longer.”
I whimper, my body squirming in his lap, my orgasm a sharp ache waiting to detonate.
Fire burns bright in his eyes as he drinks in my tear-stained face like it’s holy.
Leaning forward, he runs his tongue up my cheek, tasting my tears with a rabid groan. For a moment, he removes his fingers, running them along my inner thigh, spreading the mess, reveling in the way my body reacts to his touch.
Every inch of me aches with need. And when he slowly works his fingers back inside, coaxing me to ride them, telling me I’m his good girl, a desperate, pleasure-soaked sob echoes against the ancient books.
But finally, in a dark, overlapping voice, Ezra commands, “Come for me, little goddess. Now.”
The orgasm slams through me, all fire and wrath, locking up my body as white-hot pleasure devours every inch of me.
Ezra’s shadows explode, slamming into bookcases and coiling tight around my waist. They don’t just want to touch me. They want to keep me.