Chapter 41 #2
Winter wasn’t waiting anymore. West could’ve shouted.
He could’ve left. He could’ve killed her.
But he hadn’t done any of those things. She was imperfect, lost, and lonely, but so was he.
They just so happened to be two very broken pieces that fit perfectly together.
When her jagged heart beat alongside his, they became one.
She’d spent all this time trying to protect something that was never truly broken.
“No orders,” he whispered, slipping the tip of his finger between her teeth. “Do you understand me?”
She nodded, tasting his blood, sweat, and desire. She’d give up control for him. She was desperate to surrender, desperate to let him have his way with her, desperate to feel.
“Because when I fuck you,” he growled, “it’s going to hurt.
And when you cry, I’m not going to stop.
” He dragged his finger from her mouth, trailing down her bottom lip and chin.
She swallowed hard when he brushed the hollow of her throat.
“I know what you need, Winter.” His eyes were on hers while he moved to her chest and cradled her breast. “So, if this …” He swiped his thumb across her nipple while pressing his length against her cunt.
“Isn’t what you want, then I suggest you run. ”
“I’m not going anywhere. When I said I’m yours, I meant it too.” She crashed her mouth against his—all tongue and teeth.
He responded eagerly, piercing her bottom lip and sucking on it. His pain and hunger melded into one. It was impossible not to feel every shred of blissful hope in his kiss. Knowing that this, that they could really be something. But only together. Apart, they were simply two misshapen halves.
“I will break you,” he warned, thrusting his hips against her. A strip of leather was all that protected her from his threat.
“You can’t,” she promised. Didn’t he see that? Her life was already broken into a million little pieces. All together, they made her into what she was today. Powerful. “I’m strong, remember?” She tugged on the waistline of his pants. “You taught me that, so please don’t stop teaching me now.”
A rumble was her only warning before he hoisted her up and draped her bare legs over his shoulders. Winter leaned back into the wall, spread her arms out, and clawed the stone. Rock crumbled into dust beneath her digging fingernails.
“I said you are not to give orders.” He sealed his words with a kiss—on her clit—before licking her end to end.
“Sorry.”
She bit her lower lip. If this was his idea of punishment, she wanted it. But pleasure soon shifted to pain. He bit the skin on both sides of her clit, using his canines like bait hooks to latch himself in place. “Ouch, fuck. West.”
He slapped a palm on her abdomen, shoved her back into the wall, and ravaged her pussy. She tried to breathe. The way he lapped at her flesh gave her clit a steady pulse. His tongue twirled in circles, and somehow she was the one spinning. Was this what letting go of control felt like?
The discomfort from his fangs faded.
Her body began to melt.
She no longer clung to the wall for support, but clutched his giant shoulders instead. “More,” she moaned.
He used his teeth to pull her skin taut. When it wouldn’t stretch any farther, he slid furious eyes up to her and released her pussy from his sharp hold. “I’m in charge, Winter. Did you forget again?”
“I did,” she panted.
He closed his eyes and inhaled. When he reopened them, he was looking at her clit. There were two gaping holes and blood seeping down along both sides of it. “Well, that’s a shame because I had plans to clean this mess up.”
“I’ll beg.” The words burst from her mouth. “If that’s what you want.”
His jaw worked. “You’ll beg when I ask you to.” Swiftly, he set her down. “Sit on the edge of a bath and clean it yourself.”
“What?”
No answer.
Asshole.
She gathered some blood from his bite mark and painted her mouth with it. After smacking her lips together she said, “That’ll be my pleasure, alpha.”
He glowered at her.
The room was lined in tubs, each filled with glowing cerulean water. A warm welcome that held a warmer promise. They were deep, inviting, and built for more activities than simply bathing. Winter sat on the edge of the nearest one and put her legs in.
Looking up, she asked, “What kind of wash would you prefer? There’s the express, deluxe, or ultimate—foam and polish included.”
“Start rinsing.”
“Ah, the express.” She glared at him while scooping up the water with her hands, and splashing it over her legs.
“You’re doing it wrong,” he growled.
“Oh, did you mean the deluxe?” She spread her knees, giving him a better view.
Every time she poured water over the puncture marks, blood reformed. This wasn’t wound tending anymore, it was masochism, and she’d never been more turned on in her life.
“Deeper,” he rumbled.
She let out a knowing chuckle, using two fingers to spread her skin apart. “In here? West, that’s the ultimate.”
He mumbled his approval as he unbuttoned his leathers and freed his cock. The head glistened. Instead of moving closer, he stroked himself from afar.
He had no right not to fuck her. She was about to beg, but remembered what he said, and curled fingers into herself instead.
Slow pumps turned frantic as her need steadily built.
She closed her eyes, moaning to the memory of his tongue inside her.
He was cruel for keeping it away. She slipped her fingers out, rubbed her battered clit, then slid them back in.
How long would she have to wait until he fucked her?
She reopened her eyes, frowning at him.
“One more finger, Winter. At least.”
Adding a third felt strange … tight. But she was so wet and bloody that it wasn’t so bad. In fact, it started to feel pretty good. She found a rhythm and fucked herself until her pelvis began to throb.
“I won’t last much longer.”
He stood there yanking on his dick. “Then finish because we have a lot more work to do.”
He really wasn’t coming over here?
She pouted, grinding into her own hand. This game needed to end.
It wasn’t long before his approval meandered her way—a waft of burning hot cinnamon that made her pussy tremble.
All animosity faded as heat pooled into her pelvis.
She pulled out, swirled fingers around her clit, and cried, “I’m so close. ”
His dick jerked, clearly interested. So why hadn’t he taken a single step?
Winter stared with heavy eyes, angrily rubbing her battered flesh. He was supposed to be fucking her until she went numb; this wasn’t fair. She pushed her fingers back in, taking herself over the edge.
Her thighs trembled and her breath moved in thick bursts. “Fffuck.” She rolled her neck as she groaned, slapping her eyes shut and coming all over her hand.
West cleared his throat. “That was efficient.”
Her cheeks flushed as she groaned, “It’s been a while.”
A fraction of a second later his medieval suit was on the ground, and he finally stepped towards her. When he arrived, he didn’t join her on the edge, he stepped in the water and dipped below the surface. She watched him scrub the blood off his scarred body before rising up between her legs.
“Give me those fingers.”
Winter half-smiled, holding up the three that were just inside her. “These ones?”
His eyes closed as he sucked them into his mouth. Tongue working, he licked every drop of her orgasm, moaning the entire time. Then he held her hand against his chest. “There is no one I long for more than you.”
His heart beat beneath her palm, slow and steady; hers tumbled around in her chest. Years of searching for love, validation, and acceptance had led her here. To her heart’s true desire. Every mistake, every failure, had helped her find him. Her mate. “And I you.”
He lifted her feet out of the water, planting them on the slick limestone.
Winter didn’t need coaxing. She leaned back onto her elbows, enjoying the view.
He licked the blood slowly streaming down her inner thigh.
When he got to the very top, it was like he purposely avoided her aching pussy, and cleaned the other leg.
Once both thighs shined, she readjusted her seat, silently urging his focus midline.
A hum escaped him.
He took the bait, pressing his lips to her clit, once, twice, then pulled the sensitive flesh into his mouth and bit.
She screamed.
He didn’t stop, this was punishment for baiting him. Her clit was trapped between his sharp teeth as he beat it with his tongue. Her eyes crossed and she might have been crying, but her body was craving more.
West answered her unspoken plea. “You’re so wet,” he said, dipping fingers inside her. Slowly, he pumped until her arousal worked its way down his forearm. “But you’re too damn tight,” he growled, slipping another finger in.
“Ow, ow, West. That hurts.”
“If you won’t take my fingers, I won’t fuck you.”
She laid down, letting him take over. “Then do it.”
This was a feeling she was unaccustomed to.
In fact, she’d never felt safe enough to give up control before.
To trust wholeheartedly. The thought flitted away as he moved his hand so fast her entire body shook.
She lost control of her breathing. She was panting, heaving, and searching for air.
He might very well be trying to kill her because he slid another finger in.
“Shit,” she cried, her body stretching.
West stilled. “Are you sure you don’t want to run away?”
“Yes.” She spread her legs more, giving him better access.
“Very well.” He continued, beckoning her pussy to open wider like this was some satanic ritual. Before she could start chanting, he nosedived into her clit.
She gasped.
He flicked wild eyes to hers, continuing to lash her. There was nothing delicate about the way West ate pussy. It was a masterclass in devastation. His mouth was something like a vacuum, sucking her skin and soul along with it. Heat bloomed in her pelvis. Thick and hot, and she was about to—