Chapter 15 #3
With her heavily lined eyes and red-painted lips, she was dressed in all black like some dark angel sent down to destroy. She was aggressive, blunt, and drove me up the wall. Most of the time, I wanted to strangle her.
The other part of the time . . . was where the darkness lay.
The depraved, immoral part of me bubbled up.
It longed for her to hit me back, to feel her nails cut into my skin as I fucked her so hard she could no longer move.
I wanted to blame Warwick, say this came from him, but it had always been there, pushed far back behind what was righteous and respectable.
I was the model of a good, decent man and future general.
That Caden was the one being pushed back now.
“Go away,” I growled at her, my shoulders twitching back, her presence only adding to the aggression hammering through my veins.
“No.” She slipped farther in front of me, the blood on the wall spreading and coating her hair and clothes.
My blood.
My chest heaved, my dick hardening as a possessive growl rolled through me.
“I am warning you.” I tried to lock my feet in place, to not move to her. Though I was afraid if she ran, I would go after her anyway. “Leave now.”
“Or what, pretty boy?” Birdie slanted her head, her voice taunting me. “You think I’m afraid of you?” She snorted like that was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard. “Of what you are becoming?”
I jolted at her words, sucking in sharply through my nose. Her scent filled my nostrils, tightening my balls. Sweet, but a touch of spice too . . . just like her.
“You’re just starting to become interesting.” Her light blue eyes held mine, provoking me. “Less breakable, and a lot less vanilla.”
My brows furrowed, my chest pumping up and down. “Vanilla?”
“Most humans are, but you seemed purposeful in being an idea of something. A self-righteous boring carbon copy of what your father wanted.”
“Watch yourself . . .” I stepped to her, my height and physique towering over her, sparking her eyes. I could feel the heat coming off her, her sexual energy licking my skin. My cock twitched, pulsing with a need I couldn’t even explain, sweat dripping down my back.
“You probably had the blandest sex, didn’t you?
” She peered up at me, her voice thick, only upping my anger at how easily she could make me forget everything I believed in.
“Be honest with yourself, Caden. You can blame whatever happened to you at that lab all you want. And I’m not saying your emotions aren’t out of control .
. . but this is the most real you’ve ever been.
You crave the debauchery. The darkness. You want the violence.
To give yourself over to the feral and depraved. ”
“I said watch yourself.” Impulse raged through me, my hand wrapping around her throat, slamming her harder into the wall, my body pressing into hers. “Shut your mouth.”
“Make me, pretty boy.” She lifted her chin, her own chest pumping. I could feel her nipples harden against my chest, my cock carving into her stomach, trying to burrow through the layers and bury inside her. My muscles trembled with savagery, the sensation so strong that I could no longer think.
I just wanted. Except for that tiny part that still told me this was wrong. Dirty.
“I know what you need.” She swallowed as my hand pressed down harder on her throat.
“It’s too much, isn’t it?” Her hand wiggled between us, rubbing at my rock-hard dick.
I hissed, my body reacting in contradiction to my mind, grinding into her.
“You feel like you’re going to explode.” Fuck, did I.
All the time now. “Fae have to release the extra energy that builds up from magic. It’s why we’re so horny all the time.
” She tugged at my jeans, unbuttoning them.
I didn’t stop her. I didn’t move away. I stayed locked in place, her small hand not hesitating as it gripped me, causing a loud groan to heave from my lungs.
A simple touch from her, and I felt every barrier crumbling.
“Pokol.” Hell. She gasped, her hand rubbing down my length, struggling to wrap around. “Fuck, you are huge.” She blinked. “I didn’t believe her.”
“Who?”
“Brexley. The girl who you think you love but actually don’t. You just miss her being in love with you.”
My shoulders wrenched back. Her claim was like an arrow to my gut, hollowing out my chest and surging thunder through me. I pulled away from her, feeling myself grow and expand as the storm surged inside.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up!”
“Tell me I’m wrong.” She pushed off the wall, taking back the space I put between us. This girl was unrelenting. Fearless.
“Get the fuck away from me. You know nothing.”
“I see it much clearer than you do. You are so used to her being there, fawning over you, being the girl in the background you could always count on but never chose.”
Anger heaved through every molecule of my skin.
“I’m warning you.”
“Like I said, pretty boy, I’m not scared of you.” She got right in my face. “You’re angry because you know deep down, I’m right.”
My head wagged, my nostrils flaring.
“Then tell me I’m wrong.” She shoved at my chest hard.
“Stop,” I grunted.
“No!” She punched at my torso, scorching heat flaring through my bones. “Tell me I’m wrong.” She shoved at me again. “Tell me!” She hit me again. “Say i—”
Something snapped inside me. “SHUT UP!” I bellowed, my hand clutching her hips. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I rammed her hard against the wall, shoving her into the crumbling plaster, my blood smeared behind her.
My mouth crashed down on hers. Claiming hers with rough, unrestrained need.
My hips slammed into her, crushing her harder into the wall.
Birdie groaned, her mouth hungry, her hands frantically ripping at my clothes.
“Take your rage out on me. Use me. This doesn’t have to be anything more.
” She bit into my lip until I tasted blood. “I want pain . . . make me bleed too.”
Fuck.
Her dark pleas roared every fiber of my being to life, hitting me like a tsunami. She tapped into my deepest desires. Every barrier snapped in half, a feral noise coming from my throat.
Bucking my hips into her, I clutched her ponytail, wrapping it around my hand before tugging it hard. Her head slammed back into the wall, her pussy pulsing against my stomach as she groaned.
There was nothing else but her. That sound wrapped around my dick and latched on. I wanted to never hear anything else but her moans.
My mouth took hers again; my tongue prodded her mouth, inhaling her, consuming, deepening our already desperate hunger.
“Caden . . .” She clawed at my jacket, tearing it off before yanking my shirt over my head, biting and nipping at my mouth and neck, the damp clothes dropping to the floor. She finished unbuttoning my pants, dropping them to my ankles, her hand gripping me hard. “Fuck me. Now.”
Her words and action drove straight to my dick, pulsing it to painful levels. There were no thoughts anymore except for getting inside her.
Reaching for her top, my hands shredded the fabric in seconds.
“Shit.” Her chest surged, her eyes wide at how easily I had done it.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew I shouldn’t .
. . the human me wouldn’t be able to, but the thought barely registered as I peeled off her bra, my eyes taking in her breasts.
Small, but fuck, were they perfect. My tongue slid over one, sucking, as my hands yanked off her pants and shoes.
I didn’t hesitate as my fingers thrust into her pussy.
“Fuuuck.” My eyes flickered back at her wetness. It dripped down her leg, my two fingers easily sliding in.
Her hips thrust against me as I pumped in and out. “More! Stop being polite, pretty boy.” Her palm wrapped around my neck, squeezing.
The zing exploding through me shattered any last inhibitions I might have been holding. The pounding through my cock turned me into an animal.
Ripping her underwear, I shoved her higher up the wall, her bare skin rubbing through my blood on the wall as I spread her wide.
I plunged my dick into her pussy.
A bellow howled from me, my legs almost collapsing underneath me, my body jolting as I slammed into the hilt.
The most unbelievable pleasure sizzled every inch of me. I had never felt anything like it, my head spinning so bad I had to plant my hands on the wall next to her head to keep steady.
“FUCK!” Birdie arched her back, clawing at my shoulders, blood bubbling under her marks, heaving as my cock stretched her. “Oh gods!”
“You’re so fucking tight.” I pulled out, shoving back into her again, causing a growl from me. “Shit!” My body took over, wanting to be deeper. To own all of her. I had no control.
Birdie gaped, her hips slamming back into mine, both of us frantic with need.
I pounded her into the wall, no reprieve as she cried out, giving it back to me with as much desperation.
I could feel the magic pulsing between us with every thrust, threading the air, intensifying everything.
Magic was a distant concept to me growing up.
It was there but had nothing to do with me.
Now it hummed through me, powering my drive and taking me to a high I never knew before.
It was like tasting flavor you never even knew existed, and now you could never go back. Everything would be flavorless and dull in comparison.
Bits of the wall crumbled to the ground as I hitched her legs up higher, grabbing onto her shins, opening her wider as I plowed deeper into her.
“Caden! Oh gods!” Her tits bounced, wrapping my tongue around her nipple before nipping it with my teeth. I felt her pussy squeeze around me. “More. Fuck me harder!”
With a growl, I pulled out, twisting her around. I flattened her into the wall, clutching her ponytail and rearing her head back as I drove my cock back into her pussy.
“Fuck!” we both cried out, the sensation not lessening. If anything, every time I went deeper into her, it only got more intense.