Aurora #2
I bite my lower lip as he, without ceremony, shoves his entire length inside me in one motion, stretching me painfully and sweetly, giving me no time to adjust to his overwhelming size. He immediately sets a fast pace, pounding into me with such brutality that tears burst from my eyes.
“So why didn’t you listen to me?” he snarls, accelerating the already insane tempo. His voice distorts, the synthesizer choking on electronic interference from his fury.
“I saw your princess,” I hiss through clenched teeth, doing my best not to moan out loud with each of his thrusts, “in a gold collar. She said I was … that I was just one of your whores …”
“So you believed some crazy bitch over me?” he snarls, driving into me so deep he knocks all the air from my lungs.
“But … her collar …,” I rasp, choked.
“She stole it from my nightstand without asking six months ago. And I didn’t give a shit because back then, fuck, I didn’t have a steady girlfriend!”
“So you don’t f—” I lose my train of thought as a heavy dark orgasm blooms deep in my belly. My scattered focus narrows to that tight knot coiling inside me. I want it to finally tie itself off and explode so desperately, yet at the same time, I’m terrified of this sweet tension ending.
“Six months, Aurora,” he enunciates, gripping my bare hips and shoving me forward.
I try to prolong the moment, pushing back to meet him. My breathing stutters as he pushes me across the tiles to the very edge of the terrace, right up against the black wall of the garden.
“Do you even understand that Alistair was a hit ordered by someone?” he roars in my ear.
His distorted, modulated growl merges horribly with that deep, vibrating sound coming from the bushes. Now he can’t possibly not hear it—it’s like two lions snarling at each other in the dark, fighting over prey.
“Desire …” I gasp raggedly. Fear poisons my blood, but this madness only amplifies the pleasure coursing like molten lava through my veins with each powerful thrust of his hips.
“The man who ordered Alistair’s hit was in the club tonight! And you—the only witness to the murder I supposedly never saw—showed up right there, in plain sight! Maybe he recognized you. Maybe not. But I can’t fucking risk your life!”
“I didn’t know …” Hot tears blur my eyes, smearing the dark outlines.
“Well, now you know! You know I have to kill at least one person because of you. And most likely, to clean up the mess, there’ll be a fucking lot of them!”
This is just awful. Desire will kill people en masse because of my stunt … The thought should make me shudder with horror, but instead, my head falls back, and a loud moan escapes my dry throat.
I’m on the edge. My heart is pounding like it’s about to burst while he holds me on the edge of the abyss.
I desperately need this release, but I can’t fall over the edge while he’s filling me this deep.
Losing the last shreds of my sanity, I reach between my legs in a half daze to touch myself and finally come, but his fingers catch my wrist an inch from the goal.
“Have I given you permission to come?”
“Desire …, please … I need this so badly,” I sob, writhing beneath him in the agony of frustration.
I arch my back as his free hand grabs me by the throat and yanks me back. My sweaty back slams into his hard, crowned chest. The ceramic tiles of the terrace dig into my bare knees.
“Tell me who put that collar on you.”
“Yes …” I exhale. “Just let me …”
As if taking pity, he gives one wild thrust. The orgasm crashes over me in a blinding wave, flooding my consciousness, when suddenly, the shadow thickening in the bushes shifts shape. It grows, taking on flesh, and transforms into a massive, rumbling beast.
Zeus. The enormous lion steps toward the terrace. His magnificent mane is ruffled, his jaws bared.
Terror pierces me through. I jerk, trying to recoil, to curl into a ball, but Desire holds me in place.
A strangled whimper escapes through the hard ring of his fingers locked around my throat.
My hands fly up to his arms, clawing at his skin in a futile attempt to break free.
What is he doing?! He’s going to get us killed. We’ll be prey!
He doesn’t even think of loosening his grip. Despite the fear of imminent death, despite the wild beast being so close …, my Prince Harming overpowers me as always. I start to come, convulsing in his arms.
“This is what you came to Savannah for, isn’t it?” he breathes into my ear, forcing my head back. The hard edge of his mask rubs against my wet cheek. “To see an enraged beast?”
He starts moving again. His hips slam into me, his cock hitting that deep, painfully sensitive spot with unerring accuracy, making me lose control.
I force myself with every last ounce of strength to keep looking straight ahead, trying to wrench my consciousness back from oblivion, but he makes it impossible.
Every time he hits …, fuck, every time he drives into that spot with such primal strength, my mind shatters to pieces.
Zeus takes another step. In the darkness, the fangs of his open, snarling mouth gleam. Death is staring me right in the face.
“He’s going to kill us …” I choke out hysterically, clawing until my fingers bleed against the arm squeezing my throat.
“I’ve told you: I’m the only one who gets to own all of this,” Desire tosses out, grinding me back against him.
“But does Zeus know that?” I sob, squeezing my eyes shut against the approaching nightmare. “No … Devil, no!”
The beast crouches, ready to pounce. It feels like mere inches separate us from his fangs. Before I can scream, Desire draws me tighter against him. The enormous lion’s paw tense for the leap. Time slows down.
Desire pounds into me faster and faster, then his body goes rigid. With a guttural growl, he explodes inside me. His burning hot cum floods my cunt in pulses, but my panic-maddened brain is consumed by the giant predator flying straight at us, jaws wide.
Boom.
The impact crashes against my eardrums. Enormous paws with unsheathed claws screech against an invisible barrier. The beast slumps down with a disappointed, grumbling growl, then loses interest in us and melts back into the darkness of the thicket.
“Not this time, boy.” Desire laughs low.
My hazy gaze focuses, and I finally notice the thick anti-glare glass separating the terrace from the enclosure.
A glass box surrounds us. The wild, nerve-scorching mix of the orgasm I just had and mortal terror nearly break me in half.
My muscles simply give out. I slump onto the freezing floor, lying on my stomach, trembling and gasping for air, unable to move.