Chapter 45
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Briar
Every part of me hungered in a way it never had before. I wanted free of these chains, yet they were the best thing that ever happened to me.
Before my Needing was upon me, I was determined to get through it without succumbing to the urges that drove my kind during this time. I would not be like either the night casters who raped everyone they could or the day casters who endlessly masturbated all the way through it.
I wanted nothing to do with either of my kind, but I hurt so badly and so endlessly, I wasn’t sure willpower alone was enough to get me through this. Chains helped ensure I made it through, and I welcomed the cold metal even as my belly clenched with a desperate need for something more.
My nipples were so hard it felt like someone was poking them with needles. Everything in me longed for his touch, and I was sure I’d die if I didn’t get it.
Is it possible to die during the Needing? The possibility had never occurred to me before, but it sure felt like I would now.
“What do you know about the curse, Briar?” Knox asked again.
The deep rumble of his voice and the memory of his tongue against my clit caused the wetness between my legs to increase.
While I was sure I could restrain myself from having sex with anyone other than him, I was as certain that if he freed me, I might jump him, wrap my legs around his waist, and fuck him until we collapsed.
He’d be hard like he was the other night, thick like I remembered, and oh so deliciously right as he entered me. While I missed the old Seth, I couldn’t help desiring this larger, more powerful version of him.
What would his arms feel like around me? Hot, powerful, right.
I bit back a groan as my clit throbbed. I can get through this on my own. I will get through this on my own.
Does he have to smell so good?
Stop it! Think of something else! Anything else!
But that was impossible when he was so close and I was so damn desperate for relief. A new wave of lust hit me, and I couldn’t stop a whimper as my entire being begged for more.
If I could just touch him.
My fingers twitched. No, no touching. No thinking about sex. Think about something else, anything else.
But his woodsy scent had enveloped me and dug deep into my soul. If I could touch him and take him into me… if I could wrap my mouth around his shaft and taste the saltiness of him….
My hands jerked, and a trail of wetness slid down my thigh. Oh, gods, I craved him, and by the time we finished with each other, his scent and taste would be all over me, a part of me.
When we were together before, I’d inhale his scent deep into my lungs and hold it close when I returned home. It helped get me through until the next time we met.
And now, I wanted it and him all over me again. My hips bucked toward him as my mind screamed no!
I could not give in to these urges. I couldn’t let my biology rule me.
I thrust my hips back and jerked at the chains as I shook my head to throw off the hunger clouding my judgment.
Stay focused. Stay focused. You can and will get through this.
“The curse, Briar,” he prodded.
I lifted my head, blinking as I tried to focus on his words instead of the increasing agony of my body.
“I… to… told… you… every… everything I know.”
The words were difficult to get out through my constricted throat.
“I don’t think that’s true, mea perfidas eveto, but we have plenty of time to find out the truth.
I bet you’re aching for my touch. The other casters were insatiable for hours and days at a time during their Needing.
How bad do you want my cock right now? How bad would you like to take a man into you and ride him until he comes? ”
My pulse quickened at the imagery. So badly. I wanted him so badly it hurt.
“No.” I bit out through my teeth. “I. Will. Not. Be. Them.”
“You won’t be who?”
“Them. Any of my kind. I. Won’t. Be. Them.”