Chapter 15 #4
“Take it out on me. I want your rage.” She curved her head to the side, her nails digging into the wall, running her fingers through the blood there. Her back was coated in it, her hair dyed red.
Something about that tipped me over the edge.
All the wrath inside me, all the pain and hate—she became a target for it all. For the truths I didn’t want to see and the lies I wanted to believe. Birdie became the punishment and penance.
Our brutal sounds echoed through the empty room. I couldn’t get deep enough; I couldn’t seem to have enough, not able to find my resolution.
Snarling, I yanked her off the wall, taking her to her hands and knees. My body raged; the need to destroy everything was zeroed in on her. I had never put a girl in this position before. The old Caden felt it was vulgar.
The darkness in me seemed to come alive the cruder it was. Liked it. Reveled in it. And the girl under me liked it more.
“Yes! Fuck me.” Birdie slammed back into me as I tugged on her hair, fucking her ferociously.
I snarled and hissed, wrenching her hair harder, our rhythm brutal.
My fingers slipped over where my cock plunged into her, spreading through the wetness dripping from her and rubbing through her folds to her core.
A low deep moan curved her back, her arms trembling. A sensation washed over me, something deep inside, my voice not even sounding like me. It was possessive. Demanding. “This is fucking mine.” I pinched at her clit. “No one else’s.”
“Baszni!” She went on her elbows, my dick hitting deeper.
I hissed, sweat dripping down me, my balls tightening.
“Fuck! I’m going to come.” She dug into the floor with her nails, her back bowing.
“No.” I wrapped my hand around her neck, drawing her body up with mine, her back pressed to my torso, taking her even deeper and harder. Holding her in place as I punished her. “Do you understand? No one else fucks this pussy.” I bit at her ear.
She gritted her teeth, her walls constricting around my dick.
“Birdie,” I growled, squeezing down on her neck.
“Yes. Fuck, yes . . . No one else, I promise.” She cried out. Her head twisted to the side to peer at me. “Now choke me and make me come.”
Blood roared in my ears. My fingers clamped down on her fragile neck, my teeth biting into her as my other hand rubbed through her.
Her body jolted, and a strangled scream tore through the room, her pussy clamping down around me as she came, her body locked down so hard a thread of pain danced through me.
Nothing in this world, or any other, felt so unbelievably good.
The walls vibrated with my roar as I released inside her, coming so hard I lost my hearing and sight.
All my senses were gone except for her. For how this felt.
The magic slammed through me, wrapping around my cock as I continued to empty myself in her.
Her body shivered, another orgasm ripping through her, intensifying mine.
I never wanted it to end. I never wanted to not be inside her.
“Fuuuuuuccckkk!” Another roar tore out of me, the bliss almost overwhelming as she jerked and cried out with me. We slumped to the ground, my body falling on hers, pushing against her tight hold on my cock, forcing another piercing moan to rattle the room.
Several moments passed. Our sweaty bodies lay where we collapsed, our lungs drawing in huge gulps of air.
She sucked in, feeling me still coming inside her.
How was that possible? How was I already hardening again just looking at the scrapes on her back and my blood tainting her skin?
Why did I already have the desire to flip her over and start again?
As the high started to drop me back to earth, the realization of what I did, what I said, and who I did it with crept in.
Holy shit. I just fucked a fae. And all I wanted was to do it again . . .
Fighting the urge, I rolled off, pulling out of her, watching my cum ooze down her thighs. I didn’t want to admit that it took everything in me to not roll right back on and be inside her again.
I blew out a breath, rubbing my face, no longer knowing what to say. Movement next to me popped my head back up. Birdie stood, her legs wobbling, but she walked back for her clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting dressed.” She grabbed for her shredded shirt, frowning. “I’m taking yours.” She picked mine off the floor, not even looking at me.
“Uh. Yeah.” I was stunned by her nonchalant attitude. Every girl I had ever been with, I had to gnaw my arm off to get away. They trailed after me for weeks, asking for another “time” together.
This girl couldn’t get away fast enough.
What just happened between us? I couldn’t even try to find words for it. I was still coated with her, cum dripping down her leg, and I was reeling.
“So, umm . . .”
“Let’s not make this a big deal.” She hopped back into her pants, pulling on my damp shirt, covering up the marks I made on her body, the blood still smearing over her skin.
I hated it.
“We both got what we wanted. You feel better, right?”
“Yeah.” I didn’t realize until she asked how much I did. All the anger I had was diminished. “Thanks.”
She shrugged again, stepping into her boots. “Like I said, it’s why fae fuck all the time. Magic builds up and needs a release.” She swiped up her jacket. “No biggie.”
Why did that feel like a punch to the gut?
“Yeah, great.” I stood up. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
Her gaze rolled down my naked body, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. Just that made me harden again, the look spearing heat through me.
She shook her head away from me, clearing her throat. “Okay, well . . . it was nice.” She turned to head back toward the stairs.
“Nice?” That was the last thing I’d call it. Nice was dull. Boring.
She peeked back over her shoulder at me, a smile hinting on her puffy lips.
“Not so vanilla, pretty boy. Though I still feel you’re not really letting yourself go.”
“What?” I guffawed, my eyes bugging out, shocked by her response. My dick was raw, and from the way she walked, I knew she was beyond sore. “Seriously?”
“You’re too scared because you know once you do, you’ll have to accept the truth.”
“And what’s that?”
“You aren’t human anymore.” Birdie strolled away, her figure gobbled up by the shadows and darkness, leaving me standing there with her parting words.
A spurt of anger smacked into my ribs, heating my face.
Because I knew she was right.