Chapter 2 #2
“Raz—wh—” She wanted to protest. She wanted to tell him to knock it off. That this wasn’t the time for his antics. But the burning need in her was making it really difficult to argue that he wasn’t right about the fact that she wanted this too.
And when he leaned in close to her and started to purr…
Her knees almost buckled.
And all thoughts of protest melted away like morning frost in the sunlight. Her eyes slipped half closed, one hand still grasping the chain around her throat, the other still resting on his thigh.
“There’s all the proof we need, hm?” His lips hovered close to her ear before nipping at the lobe, that deep, animalistic purr making her lean in closer to him instinctually.
“Proof that you belong to me. That you are my beautiful pet. Now, be a good little fae, and open your mouth. I want to see you wrap those lips of yours around me before I rut you like the Wild beast you are. As you deserve to be.”
His words made her tremble. She hesitated, her thoughts dazed. He pulled the chain around her throat, yanking her head down to his waist. He wasn’t going to give her an option. And that was fine by her. She didn’t want a choice. She wanted to fight, and he wanted her to struggle.
A hand tangled in her hair at the back of her head, sharp nails pricking her scalp. And when he fisted her hair painfully, she gasped, and he used the opportunity to fill her mouth with his length.
The sound of their moans mingled in the cavern, twisting together with the rumble of his pleasure.
It felt so good. The grasp in her hair softened just enough, but he didn’t let go of her as he set the pace.
She was too lulled away to focus. He wanted control—and she was more than eager enough to let him have it.
“That’s it, that’s—ah—” He chuckled. “Oh, Nadi, my vicious killer. Turned into a mewling, tame little—nnh—” The pace and the depth he was setting was brutal. Unforgiving. It was making a point. And she didn’t care.
She wanted more.
She wanted to feel it.
He yanked her up roughly by the chain, and the purring stopped. “Fight me.”
Like a splash of cold water in her face, reason returned to her. Snarling, she did exactly as he asked. She wanted him. Wanted this. But damn it if she wasn’t going to go down making him bleed. She scratched at him. Kicked at him. Punched at him.
Cussed and swore over his laughter as he grabbed her wrist, and spun her around, yanking her arm up behind her back. Once more he pushed her over what must be the dead limb of the vines.
He was bigger than her. Stronger than her.
Faster than her. Her struggles were useless and they both knew it as he wrapped the slack of the chain around her wrist behind her back, before catching her other wrist and sending it to join it.
Before long, she was trapped. Doubled over, her hands shackled in silver.
Leashed.
Naked.
On display.
In the Wild.
A fae.
To a vampire.
Nadi.
To the Serpent.
His free hand stroked over her bare ass, taking his time now that he had clearly and easily won. “I can see what Braen was on about. I never quite understood the appeal to having one of you, until now.”
“Shut the fuck up,” she ground out through her teeth.
“Mm, I don’t think I will.” He brought his hand down on her ass in a hard crack.
“You’re mine. And I don’t think you get to tell me what to do.
” He squeezed the same ass cheek hard enough that she gasped, before rubbing it soothingly.
“Oh, I don’t think you know how glorious this really is for me, do you?
A true reawakening. I owe you more than you will ever know for this moment. ”
“Fuck. You.” She was shaking. Her body felt like an inferno. It was begging for him. Desperate for every touch. She wanted him. Needed him. She loved every second of this. But still some part of her hated that she did. And needed to run her mouth over it.
His free hand shifted to the chain at the back of her neck and pulled her upright. The shift of weight made her gag. “Plentifully. I assure you. But I am attempting to be gracious here, so give me a moment.” He let go abruptly.
She fell back down, coughing.
“What I was saying before I was interrupted.” He brought his hand down on her ass again with a smack.
She bit back a cry, but barely. “Was that these four days wandering in this moons-forsaken pit of darkness has given me time to think. Time to realize that this has been a blessing from the Father and Mother. That coming here, to the Wild, has set me free. You killed Raziel Nostrom, Nadi. But you set loose the Serpent in a way I do not think you could possibly imagine.”
Yeah.
She was starting to come to that realization.
When she opened her mouth to swear at him, something other than obscenities left her mouth. What left her was a wail as he rammed himself into her body to the hilt without warning.
The sudden presence of him had her seeing flashes of white in her vision, the only thing she could see.
Pleasure crashed over her in an explosion of cascading waves, her body clenching tight around him as he set an unrelenting and unforgiving pace.
The hand that held the silver chain pressed down to the middle of her back, pinning her arms there, and the other lifted her leg at the knee to give him better access.
He had warned her he was going to rut her like a beast.
And he was not a man who made idle threats.
Dropping her head forward, she could barely breathe as he pistoned inside her like a machine.
Whatever anger, whatever frustration he had built up inside him over the past few months, he was unleashing on her now.
And it felt like bliss. It ached. It was violent.
It was animalistic and feral. And it was glorious.
If this was the Serpent she had set loose, long may he reign.
How many times he sent her crashing over that hill into oblivion, she didn’t know.
It all became a blur of movement and pleasure, and it all centered around him and his inarguable presence.
Of feeling him over her, in her, around her.
Of hearing his voice snarling above her, telling her again and again that she was his. As if she had ever been anything but.
When he slammed into her and held himself there, so hard that it made her cry out again with the ache of it, as it was almost too much for her to take, he roared in release.
She felt the volcanic heat of him as he filled her, and her mind went blank with the ecstasy of it all.
She barely felt him yank her upright. Barely felt him pull the chain away from her neck, just far enough to make room for him.
But she heard the purr. Heard it sink into her soul, just as his fangs did into her skin. And she felt that pull. That pull from her throat even as he still pressed himself against her, somehow trying to bury himself deeper, still filling her even as he took from her.
He wrapped his arms around her, clutching her tight to his chest.
The Serpent.
She was his.
She always had been.
Now the only question was…
How many lives would be destroyed because of it?