Chapter 21 #4
“Whose pussy is this?” He circled my entrance, pushing in just a little more, then pulled away.
A growl caught in my throat, my arms tugging against their binds. “Mine.” I glared at him. “But I’ll let you live inside it from time to time.”
A smirk tipped his lips, his eyes glittering. “Wrong answer, Kovacs.”
He went to his knees. Grabbing one of my legs, he pulled it up on his shoulder, parting me wide. He didn’t tease, his tongue driving straight through me, nipping at my clit, jolting my body with a loud cry. The action was so intense, the air stuck in my throat, my vision clouding at the sides.
“Fuck, I forgot how good you taste.” He gripped my thighs, diving into me like a man on a mission. A mission to break me.
A scream filled my chest, coiling strange noises from me as the force cascaded down on me, drowning me.
A breeze weaved around us, licking at my skin, feeling like hands pinching at my nipples. My bound arms thrashed, trying to break free, needing more, needing to run my fingers through his hair.
He cupped my ass, pulling my other leg onto his shoulder, taking me completely off the ground.
My spine pressed hard into the bars, stretching me more.
There was something about being completely in his control, allowing me to focus on every sensation in my body and its response to Warwick, the nonexistent line we had between danger and safety. Between violence and love.
We were gray.
Sweat coated my forehead as my climax climbed, hitched cries falling from my lips. Everyone could hear me, and I didn’t care.
“Oh gods . . . I’m going to come.” My thighs squeezed him harder, trying to make him go deeper.
Warwick dropped my legs with brutality, his mouth leaving me as he stood up, punching cold air into my lungs.
A cruel smirk curled his lips as his tongue licked me off them.
“Baszd meg.” My chest heaved, pain throbbing through my core.
“I told you that you’d be punished.” Retribution weaved angrily around his words, a whisper of his emotions slipping through my soul. It loomed under the surface—his hurt and fear, the fact he missed me. That was not something Warwick knew how to deal with.
Love.
It all jumbled into wrath. Death. Vengeance.
And I was the target.
He untied the t-shirt, flipping me around and retying my wrists above my head again, yanking my hips toward him. A trickle of trepidation filled my bloodstream, increasing my need for air and heightening every sensation in my body.
His palm came down on my ass, echoing through the air. A choked cry tore up my throat, fire sparking through every vein, heat bursting into my cheeks and down my throat.
I thought I would hate it. Feel demeaned. But as he spanked me again, my nipples became painfully hard, wetness dripping down my leg, my body shaking with overstimulation.
Holy fuck.
When he came down again, it was closer to my pussy, making me buck like a wild horse.
Everything in me became desperate. Violent.
The bars on the carriage groaned, the t-shirt ripping as I writhed against them.
His mouth skated up the back of my neck at the same time I felt a hint of his lips nipping at my clit. His shadow grazed me.
“Warwick.” His name was beyond an entreaty. It was an order. The air crackled with our energy, our lust raining down on the earth. A rumble of lightning hinted in the sky. Ghosts buzzed around us, feeling the intensity grow.
“Is this wet, dripping pussy mine, Kovacs?” He bit my ear, his hand smacking my bare ass again, rolling a choked sob through me. My orgasm was on a knife’s edge, tears trailing down my cheeks. One finger dipped into my ass as he spanked again. My legs bowed.
“Is it?”
“Yes!” I belted out. “Gods, yes. It’s fucking yours, Farkas!”
A deep growl rattled his chest, one hand wrapping around my neck, the other parting me. A sob wrenched up my throat as the tip of him slid through me, taunting my entrance.
“Warwick!” I reared into him, desperately trying to get him deeper, my teeth clenching together. “Fuck my pussy now.”
“I thought it was mine.” He squeezed down on my neck at the same time he thrust deep into me.
For a moment, I had no understanding of reality. I heard our bellows knock into the clouds high above, my body going into shock as I felt every massive inch of him slide in, filling me to the point of pain. I wanted him to break me, to hurt so good, I never wanted to return to reality again.
He pulled almost all the way out before he pushed back in again, slamming me into the bars with a loud moan.
“Fuck, princess.” His voice broke, emotion leaking through, twisting my head to peer at him. Our eyes met. We didn’t speak, but we didn’t look away as he plunged in again, spinning my head to the point I could barely stand. My arms taking on more of my weight, I pushed back into him.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Determination locked his jaw, his grip on my neck tightening as he rammed into me so hard my feet lifted from the ground, pressing my body against the passenger cage.
He drove in deeper, running me up and down the bars, my folds parting through the cool metal, rubbing at my clit as he railed into me.
Noise and cries pitched from my chest, no longer feeling part of this world. If enemy troops descended, coming to slaughter us, we still wouldn’t stop.
This was the highest bliss, feeling him inside me, having him back, knowing this was my forever. Him and me, no matter what we came across or what we had to fight.
Whispers of our bond were there, a shadow of my tongue tasting his skin as I licked up his thigh, causing Warwick to suck in air.
The hand at my neck pulled me tighter to him like he couldn’t get close enough.
His dick thrust in harder, rubbing me harder into the metal, imaginary fingers pinching at my nipples.
“Warwick!” I felt my climax barreling for me.
“Come, princess,” his husky voice ordered.
Color exploded behind my lids at his command, free falling off a cliff into uninhibited pleasure.
The bliss so pure it could be mistaken for pain.
My pussy ruthlessly clamped around him, taking no prisoners.
I could feel him in every fiber of my being.
Possessing. Claiming. Calling ownership on him with no apologies.
“Fuuuuuuccckkk!” Warwick ripped at my binds, freeing my arms, his erection so hard I felt it throb like a heartbeat.
Pulling out of me, I cried out as he tore open the door to the carriage, towing me in with him.
Taking the seat, his enormous frame barely fitting, he grabbed my hips, yanking me back down on his lap, straddling him.
He thrust his cock back into me, slamming his hips into mine with a brutal force, grazing every nerve.
Lightning cracked, spirits zooming around us, our energy bursting through the atmosphere.
“Sotet démonom.” He growled in my ear, biting at my neck.
My eyes rolled back in my head, my body jerking like I was being electrocuted, another orgasm ripping through me as he plunged in again and again.
A roar bellowed as he emptied himself inside of me.
Blackness took over my sight, my ears ringing.
The only feeling was his hot cum branding me—taking me away from all space and time.
Then I was struck with flashes of us strolling across blood-soaked ground, dead bodies scattered at our feet, fire burning behind.
The Grey and The Wolf.
The link between us sank in with teeth, crashing another wave through us. Air ceased in my lungs, everything blinking out for a moment. Only the feel of his arms wrapping around me, crushing me against him, keeping me upright, brought me back to myself.
Our chests heaved together, and I nestled into the crook of his neck, hiding in his hair. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent. Peace and calm centered me. I realized I hadn’t felt that since I left him.
“Baszd.” His voice was coarse and raw.
I leaned back, our eyes meeting. We watched each other silently for a few moments before he reached up, his hands cupping my face.
“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” I could feel no more anger.
His walls were down, showing me his truth.
“Whatever it is, we’re in this together.
” He tipped his forehead into mine. “Okay? You don’t run. Not from me.”
“I almost hurt Simon.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I killed Tad and hundreds of others. Innocent people. I could’ve harmed you and so many more.”
“I’ve killed thousands. Many who were innocent.
” His thumb slid over my bottom lip. “That might be a deal breaker for some, but remember, we don’t play by the same rules.
We are survivors. We live in the gray. Like I said, if we have to swim in blood and climb through death .
. . we will.” He ran his hands to the back of my jaw.
“You think you can hurt me? Bring it, Kovacs. That’s my fucking foreplay. ”
His sentiment fizzled heat through me, which popped his eyebrows up, his cock stirring inside me. “The fact that death and my pain turn you on . . . damn . . . I definitely found my match.” His gaze burned into me.
I tipped one eyebrow up back at him.
“Fine. Mate,” he rumbled against my lips. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic.” My mouth grazed his. “I love you.”
He let out a deep growl. If there was a last wall Warwick was keeping up, it crumbled.
He gripped my face roughly, pulling me to him, his mouth claiming mine hungrily, possessing every last bit of me, burrowing the connection deeper between us.
I could feel his other mouth licking up my spine, ghost fingers curling around my breasts as his real one gripped my hips, grinding me against him, his dick hardening inside me.
He didn’t need to say it back. I could feel it surround me, penetrating my soul. I knew how he felt about me. But as our bodies started moving together again, the carriage squeaking in protest, I heard a whisper brush my ear.
“Same, Sotet démonom. In every fucking color.”