by Ava Mason
We walked back to the house in silence, but it was a peaceful one this time. When we got to the car, he opened the door for me and, instead of allowing me inside, he pressed me against the side of the car, kissing me softly.
“You hungry?”
“Yes!” I roared softly against his mouth. I was starving. He kissed me again, caressing my side.
“Let’s grab something to eat then.”
I reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys, giving him a playful smile. I knew exactly what we could do tonight. “I’ll drive.”
After texting the guys to let them know we wouldn’t be coming home tonight, we grabbed food to go and I took him to a hotel I’d been wanting to try for a while. We went out on the deck attached to our room and settled onto a couch. It overlooked the lake and had a stunning view of the mountains. A low fire blazed before us, perfect for the slight coolness in the air that still lingered from the spring.
After we’d both eaten, our empty food containers sitting on the floor, I cuddled into him, feeling a haze over my mind. The lake was like a mirror to the full moon and it called to my wolf, tickling the hair at the back of my neck. Avery’s arm was around me, stroking the side of my arm and causing a thrilling buzzing sensation in my chest. I was so turned on by his touch and his athletic and muscular body against mine. I needed to feel him inside me, to give himself to me, and me to him, to know that we were fully open and bare before each other.
I turned towards him, with one thing still bothering me. “Avery, I… I feel like I’ve honestly forgiven you for what you did. But I don’t feel like we’ve really finished talking about it.”
He turned to face me. “Then we’ll finish the conversation, tell me what you need.”
I held my hands out, shrugging. “I just… I’m not even sure what I want to say.”
He was silent for a moment, then he took my hands and clasped them tight. “Just tell me how you feel about it.”
“I guess… I guess I just… It just hurt my feelings. And I get that you did what you did. Not that I love it, but we all make mistakes. I just don’t understand why you treated me so horribly when you came back.”
He nodded, tugging on his beard. “I don’t want to say this as an excuse, because it’s not. I’m just going to try to explain myself, so that you understand me. And I’ve…” He paused, letting the silence fill the air for a moment before he moved on. “I’ve never talked about this with anyone. I’m only going to share it with you.”
I nodded, opening myself to him.
“I was just completely freaking out. I had to figure out who wanted to kill you. And I had to do it by myself.”
“Tell me why, explain.”
He was quiet for a moment and I knew that he was struggling with the words. When he looked up towards me, his eyes had changed. They looked dark and commanding, and I saw the assassin in him. The whole world around me stood still as Avery revealed the dragon who hunted and killed.
“I have no words to express how I feel sometimes, Lizzy.” He leaned over, pushing me to the sofa and he crawled up me. “The power I have. When I’m looking through the scope of my rifle. All sounds are muted, and the only movement in the whole world is the wind that blows my hair around my face. And I take in a deep breath…” He leaned down, taking in a deep breath to smell my body, his nose harshly prodding my breast. His words were dark and menacing, but I couldn’t deny the way he made my heart hammer in my chest, the way I opened myself to him, the way he turned me on. “And I know that I hold their life in my hands. They can’t get away. They can’t outrun me, outsmart me. They can’t even beg for their life.”
He stared into my eyes as his hand lowered to my dress. Goosebumps dotted up my skin, following his fingers, thin and nimble, as he slowly pulled my dress up to my hips. “I’m the invisible killer. The man you will never see coming. And the last man who will see you alive.”
I was caught in his gaze, the way his hand on me was making my breath shake and my body tremble. His fingers slid across my leg to slide his hand inside my underwear, pulling them aside to run his fingers up inside me.
“Can you even imagine the power I feel? I don’t need others to tell me how strong or powerful I am. I don’t have to display it, fight for it. I don’t mind taking orders from others. Because inside, I know my strength, the raw power I hold…” I cried out as his fingers roughly pushed in and out of my cunt. “…as I take another’s life.”
Then he pulled his hand out and, unzipping his pants, he yanked them down just enough to take out his dick. Then he ripped aside my panties and pushed himself inside me. I wasn’t exactly ready for him and yet, he invaded me anyway with his thick, hard dick. He buried himself deep inside me, pressing down on my body to trap me under him.
“Do you know what that kind of power feels like?” He paused, pulling out his dick until only the tip was pressed inside me, then looked into my eyes again. “What kind of control I have to have over myself, to not flip the rifle on the person standing next to my target. To the person I know has also done evil things and deserves to die.” He pushed up inside me again, slamming against me so hard that I felt it all the way to the top of my head. Then he leaned down, leaning his forehead against mine, stilling his hips and staring into my eyes. “And I saw you through the scope of my rifle. Knew it would only take one small movement of my finger…. And you,” he slammed into me again, “would be dead.”
His weight on me was so heavy, his arms, like a steel vice around me. He curved his arm under me, pulling me up to plaster my whole body against his. Moaning, he took me, pounded into me so savagely that I thought he was going to break me into two. His words were tearing into me, sawing my heart into little pieces that I was afraid I would never recover. How could he say these things to me? How could he break me in half like this?
He suddenly stopped. “And it’s too fucking much. I could’ve killed you, baby. And that power is too much for me to handle.” He cried out, and it sounded like a wounded animal. Except that he was the wounded animal, his dick thick, hard, insistent, connected to me. “And that is why I have to do things on my own. It’s why I can’t trust, baby. That’s the truth of it. I can’t trust because I can’t be trusted. Because every single pore on my body trembles with power and I could lose the battle of control within myself at any time. And that makes me so afraid.” He collapsed into my arms and I held his halfway naked and trembling body. His dick was still inside me, feeling like an invading, foreign being.
I pushed him back, staring into his eyes. “Get out.”
He nodded, his eyes red and puffy. He pulled out and then sat on the edge of the couch, his head in his hands, his face crumbling into an agonized cry.
“Get down on your knees.”
He looked up at me, surprise on his face, tears tracking down it.
“I said, get the fuck on your knees.”
He slid off the couch to kneel at my feet. I took his face in my hands to stare into his vulnerable sienna-burnt colored eyes. “Avery?”
“Yes?” His voice came out a breath, a whisper of hope.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” I paused, letting him take that in. Then I leaned down to run my lips across his ear. “By the end of the night, I want your cum sliding down my thighs. Is that what you want?”
His eyes darkened, and he nodded. “Yes. Please.”
I leaned back to look into his face, my voice firm. “Then tonight, you will do what I say, and only what I say. And you have to earn the right to touch me. Sit back on your knees.”
He leaned back, following my instructions and I leaned forward and pulled off his shirt. I traced my hands over his chest, running my hands over his tattoos. Then I reached up and ran my hands through his beard and I tugged on it roughly.
“You have no power over me. Not now. Not tonight. Not ever.” I dropped my hands and lay back on the couch. “Put your hands to my side, back on the couch.”
He looked like he wanted to protest
but I growled. “Just shut the fuck up and put your hands on the couch.”
He slowly slid his hands up and clutched the sofa, his eyes simmering.
I laid back against the couch, slouching down so that he could see right up my dress. “Come closer.” I spread my legs, an open invitation for him to move forward. He growled and his eyes went right to my pussy.
“Come here.” My voice was firm.
He inched himself forward.
“You’re going to eat me, until my cum is all over your face. You will lick my cream until I am clean. But you can’t touch me with your hands.”
He looked at my pussy with such fucking need, such fucking want that it made my whole body tremble in anticipation. Then his eyes met mine, smoldering and heated in the light of the fire. I widened my legs and he leaned over, clutching the side of the couch. Then his teeth clenched onto the side of my panties and he tugged them slowly down. I lifted my ass, allowing him to slide them down. His lips traced the side of my leg, all the way down to my ankle and I lifted each leg for him to pull my underwear off. He opened his mouth, depositing my panties on the floor of the deck as he stared into my eyes. His eyes still held their power and their darkness. His whole body was held tight, screaming with rebellion.
But he leaned over, careful not to touch me with his hands, and pulled my dress up with his mouth. His teeth scraped my legs and his beard tickled my inner thighs and I held in the moan that wanted to escape my mouth. Fuck if he wasn’t turning me on. I could come just with his beard on my thighs, with the thought of how they would burn my lips.
He leaned down, scraping the outside of my pussy with his teeth and I gasped as liquid fire ran straight up into my center. Then he bit down and I sucked in a breath as slivers of pleasure shot up me. His tongue darted out, gently massaging the tip of my clit. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I moaned, my whole body alight with passion as he bit and licked my lips, my clit, my whole sex. His teeth were harsh, his beard scraping and burning as he bit his way into my cunt, into my heart. Then he soothed it with his tongue, licking and kissing everywhere his teeth scraped.
I clasped my hands to the couch, gripping it tight, moaning and withering at his touch. His name was on my lips, all over my body as he claimed me with his mouth, all over my heart as he invaded my soul with his touch. He claimed me without even saying a word and I knew that by the time the night was over, that every piece of my body, every piece of my heart would belong to him.
I was burning, raging with need and want as his tongue speared up inside me, the edges of his beard piercing tiny dots of pain inside my inner lips. My knees trembled and my nerves spiked, and then he sucked on my clit, sending me over the edge of the precipice. I cried out, calling his name and clutching his head to grind my cunt against his face, so tight that I was afraid he couldn’t breathe.
Then I slowly relaxed my hold on his head as I came down from my orgasm. He looked up at me, his lips covered with my cream.
“Now get up. And take your clothes off.”
He stood up and I jumped up to meet him. My hands followed his as he pulled down his pants, catching his underwear with his thumbs. I felt his skin, tight and smooth, the muscles tightening, the raw dragon power pulsing just under his skin. I fell to my knees, helping him out of his shoes and pants, then moved my hands over his whole naked skin, taking in everything as he stood there, unable to move, unable to touch me in return. His dick stood proudly, stiff and shiny on his muscular stomach, waiting to be touched. I stood up, moving my hands over him, surveying his whole body with my eyes. And then I was on my feet and my eyes met his.
And I knew that he wanted me. Wanted to fuck me.
Wanted to tear into me, to rip me apart, to break me with his body.
I took his dick, nestled in thick dark hair, in my hands. A deep rumbling emerged from his throat, and he closed his eyes as I explored it. I loved the luxurious feel of his warm, smooth, and velvety skin, and I pressed my thumb over the tip, rubbing the pre-come over his head. Then I stroked him, feeling his erection stiffen and heat under my hands. I moved faster, squeezing tight as my hand edged over the deep ridges of his tip. He grabbed my shoulders, his mouth dropped open and a look of absolute submission on his face and I knew that he was about to come. So I squeezed his shaft tight, enough to keep him from coming, and I slowed my movements. Then I pressed my lips to his, forcing my tongue through his mouth. His fingers wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him, urging me faster.
I stopped, yanking out of his grip, then took a step back. “Sit on the sofa.”
His dark eyes stared into mine again, his look of submission gone and replaced with one of fierceness and defiance. I knew he was considering taking me, right then and there. After a small hesitation, he turned around and sat down. I pulled my dress up over my head, taking my bra with it, and dropped it on the ground. His eyes moved over my naked body, taking it in, fucking me with his eyes.
“Come here, Lizzy.”
I put my chin up. “No.”
He growled, reaching out. “Come here.”
I grabbed his hands and straddled him, then put his hands over his head. “Keep those here.”
Then I grabbed his dick, rubbing it through my pussy. He moaned as my juices covered him. Sparks of fire shot up my vee and into my stomach. I moved his dick back and forth from my opening to my clit, circling it, playing with it, bringing myself to the edge. It felt so good. “My pussy’s getting so dripping wet. Do you see what you do to me, Avery?” I threw my head back, mewling as his dick brought me so close.
His hands were fisted into the back of the couch and his body trembled with his want and need. He wanted to touch me, to thrust himself inside me, to fill me up with his hardness. “Fuck, Lizzy. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve waited for this?”
I leaned forward. “Do you know how long you fucking made me wait? Made me suffer?”
He frowned. “Fuck. Yes, Lizzy. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t know what sorry is.” Giving in, I widened my knees, and pushed myself over him. He groaned, finally able to be inside me. “But I know you’ll never fucking do that again. Is that clear?”
He nodded and I yanked my knees out wider, moving him deep inside me and his voice came out a low rumble. “Never.”
I paused and covered his lips with my mouth, sucking his air into me. He clasped his hand to the back of my head, pressing me to his mouth, fucking my mouth with his tongue. I straddled him tightly, using the back of the sofa to leverage me so that I could grind against him. “Fuck me, Avery.”
He gripped my hips and jerked forward, standing up. Grabbing my ass to hoist me to his waist, he took me inside the room. But instead of going to the bed, he pulled out, then dropped me on my feet and turned me, pushing me against the wall. His hands clenched at my hips, sending ripping, shredding pain into my skin. He crushed me with his weight, spearing me with his dick, smashing me against the wall as he took me. He pulled and stretched me, tearing me because his thickness was bigger than the other guys. He grabbed my ass, spreading me wider so he could push himself deeper inside me. “Shit, Lizzy. Fuck!”
He pulled out, then flipped me again so that I was facing him. He yanked my legs to wrap around his waist and pressed his hands into my wrists to force them against the wall. Then he leaned over, nuzzling my neck as he moved in and out of me slowly. “I need to see your face when I come inside you.”
I milked his cock, wanting, needing him to come inside me. I knew he needed this, needed to release all the tension and sadness and anger and power. Finally he picked up his pace, hammering me until he groaned, releasing himself and I dug my heels into his back, forcing him even deeper, making his cum slip up me. I closed my eyes, loving the way he felt, the way he relaxed against me, at complete peace with himself and me.
Then he picked me up, carrying me in his arms to the bed. Something burned deep inside my chest and I realized it was Avery’s satisfaction. I’d given him what he
’d wanted, what he’d needed. Just like he’d done the same thing for me earlier, even though it had scared him to do it.
We fell into it together and he spooned me, cradling me in his arms. His breath was uneven as he rubbed his face in my hair. “I need to feel you, sweetheart. Just let me touch you for a minute.” His hands moved all over my body, touching, feeling, loving me with his caresses. He moved his fingers down my neck and over my shoulder. His cupped hands moved over the swell of my breasts, then his fingers lightly traced my stomach.
His breath moved over my ear. “I love you so much, Lizzy. Thank you for coming into my life.” He kissed my ear, then the side of my face. His hand lowered to my hips, moving over my skin to gently caress and lull me into a dreamless sleep.
5
After the day I spent with Avery, I felt braver, more courageous. If Avery could face his fear and pain, then I could too. Throughout the rest of the week, I was more focused and determined.
The night before we were going to leave, James met us at the house. Hunter had been especially grumpy throughout the day, so I made sure to spend a lot of time with just him. Easton, Hunter and I, worked out the last minute details of the logistics of our entry together. Since we believed that Garrett and the black wolf had connections in the airports around where the pack lived, we were flying by plane into Florida. Then we were using a helicopter to get into Tennessee.
Once everything was decided, Easton got up to make the final preparations and Hunter and I went for a long walk. I was going to miss this place; it was so beautiful. It felt like home in a lot of ways, since all of my guys were from here and we’d established our team here. Plus, the freedom to shift whenever I wanted was nice. I was going to miss it, but for sure I’d come back to visit.