by J H Spade
His cock springs free hitting against his belly. I hiss in a breath when I feel his hard flesh exquisitely searing me for the first time. He’s hot and heavy, thick velvet skin that is too large for me. I whimper in panic, and silently tell myself it’s not from fear or desire. It’s nothing to do with him, just nerves because it’s my first time.
I know he’s blind with rage and lust.
I know it’s because I’ve led him to believe I betrayed him.
I didn’t.
It’s why Eros insist I must put an end to Darius myself.
But none of it matters when his deep voice murmurs into my hair, “I don’t care who came before me. This is going to fucking hurt. For the both of us. Tell me to stop, if you don’t want this.”
I won’t because this is what I’ve wanted from the moment I first laid eyes on him. Irrationally though, I try to crawl away, but he jerks me under him with one swift pull as I slide over striations my claws carve deep into the mahogany, taking shallow gulps of air.
“Say it! And don’t try to run. Or. I. Will. Fucking. Give. Chase! Believe me, you don’t want it like that.”
Pulled so close where air doesn’t exist between us, my pulse is deafening in my ears, so I don’t know what I’m begging for. If it’s Eros’s venom or me speaking. “Fuck You! I feel no pain . . . no love, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried! I want this. Just fucking do it, Darius.”
His hand lifts to my cheek, and I flinch inward, but he doesn’t strike as I expected him to do. “Don’t be afraid of me. Open your mouth and bite my hand. Let me bring back the promise of love into your life.”
Looking at him over my shoulder, I try to stop my trembling lip, by biting down on it when I stare up at him in confusion. Opening my mouth to ask why, he doesn’t give me the chance when he shoves his hand in sideways, knuckles clenched in between my teeth and offers, “Pain. It keeps me from shifting.”
I’ll gladly accept the silver lining he’s giving me by letting me have the control to bite down on him and stop his shift. I blink my acquiescence, but don’t bite hard enough to tear because I don’t want to break his skin and taste his addictive blood. He smooths his palm over my thigh, slowly gliding a caress up and down as if trying to tame me, but my breaths come faster and faster, telling him it’s impossible to tame the wildness I feel all while heating his hand. My skin feels like it’s on fire. My nipples bead unbearably hard when I feel him grip my thong and rip it free. With the silky material still crushed in his fist, his knuckles graze over my all too sensitive slit and clit, and I can’t help but cry out and buck against him.
“You’re wet for me, beautiful. You may want me dead, but you're fucking soaking me just the same,” He grunts, his chest rising and falling like he ran a marathon straight into the farthest depths of the underworld before he grabs himself to coat his shaft in my juices.
“Oh, gods!” I cry at how hot and incredibly hard like steel he is, pulsing against me. Everything is a blur. I can’t help but close my eyes, surrendering to the soft satiny skin I feel tempt me beyond hope as he slides along my slit. I have nothing but skin to offer in return, no hair on my flesh to hinder the feeling of every delicious inch of him glide so exquisitely over me.
“Don’t you fucking close your eyes. You look at me while I’m fucking you. Look at who owns you . . . forever.” His eyes narrow when he hisses in a breath, “Do you wet him like this? Fucking soaking me with no preparation. I can feel you running your cream all over my dick, and it’s so fucking good.”
When my inner muscles clench, feeling too empty, I can’t help but beg, “What do you want? You want me to beg, is that it?”
His features are hard as he grits through the thin lines of his lips, “Tell me, fucking tell me to punish you, and bite you. To claim you, like I know you wish to be claimed.”
My vision becomes blurry as I shake my head, “No biting. I’ve been infected. He poisoned me, so you would die if you tried to claim me. I tried to warn you in the letter, fearing it would be the first thing you tried. I thought you understood.”
His pupils are blown, and whatever I hoped to accomplish from that statement, doesn’t do shit to scare him, it only makes him smile. “You tried to warn me?”
I try to look at him over my shoulder as if he’s fucking crazy, when his eyes dig into mine, and I see him spit on his shaft and my slit—soaking us, and I all about come when the slickness of it hits me. I bite down on his hand hoping to reign in the shivers breaking loose like pin pricks all over my body, but can’t help the painful cry that tears out of my lips, “Fuck me, Darius, now . . . please, punish me! Punish me with your cock right fucking now!”
And he fucking does.
In one brutally powerful thrust that sends me flying into the stratosphere, instantly blinded by white popping flashes of light which have me going supernova, coming convulsively tight all around him as he takes my virginity. It’s the most painful yet gratifying sensation I’ve ever felt. The only things keeping me from being heard are the loud music and my cries being muffled by his large hand while I drink him. Drinking him is like being on an orgasmic rollercoaster. Any of his bodily fluids will do, but drinking him is when it hits hardest. Unless it’s when he’s coming.
I can tell I’m drunk on him because I now have a one-track mind, and it has nothing to do with eliminating him as tonight’s target.
I want to feel him losing himself to what he’s always felt for me again, no . . . I need to feel it again, while he’s coming inside me.
I’m whimpering and begging for more because I’ve already adjusted to the discomfort, feeling my soreness ebb since I don’t experience pain like any human girl. The sting of it becomes the kind of hurt that only drives me all the more eager for his claiming. My legs spread farther apart for him, hoping he’ll let himself take me harder.
The savagery of his thrust and invasion completely blind me to anything but him. It feels like he’s inside me so hard and deep, because he’s everywhere.
“Harder, Darius. Please!”
He loses control.
“How . . . are you untried?” A question full of madness and pain resonate in his hoarse voice. “You don’t know what you’re doing. I won’t be able to stop the change.” He grinds through fangs, and climbs the table after me, punishing fingers lifting my thigh as his arm snakes underneath to lift me off the table and place my body straddling him, so we face one another.
His eyes bore into mine, “You feel how full you are . . .,” I nod yes while whimpering, feeling crazed because nothing has ever felt so exquisite, being impaled by him before he continues, “I’m not even inside you halfway. Don’t move, Angel. Don’t fucking breathe.” The grated sound of his words feel like they have a direct strike upon my skin, leaving me burning.
And when he shifts his hips slowly to drag his wide length out while my inner walls feverishly clamp him, I tip my head, leaning back and try to listen to him. I cry out for him and try, but fail—spreading my knees to take more as I fall over him. My arms envelope the hard muscles of his broad chest, squeezing him to me while screaming his name.
What Eros tried to frighten me with is happening to him. His change is starting, and I don’t know how much of the Darius I once would die for, remains. It’s why he doesn’t want me to move.
His fangs draw closer when he slides his tongue over my lips causing me to beg, “Shhh, look . . . look down and see us joined. You want my child . . . you want all of me. Admit this foolish plan to kill me is just an excuse to see me one last time because you couldn’t forget me.”
My eyes get lost in his, reaching for his soul before I look down, “We look . . . right. Like we belong,” I groan regretfully, looking at the sparse blood of my virginity over the ridge of his head as his length jerks. “But if you allow the change, you would kill me, no matter how much you love me, so think of this as a coin toss in which you lose, leaving me a gift.”
I don’t want him to argue, so my hand covers his lips bef
ore he can whisper false hope.
“Please don’t . . . don’t say anything.” My eyes shoot up to stare into his fierce love-torn eyes. My long fingers wrap, unable to get my hand closed all the way around his heated length, massaging, feeling, and twisting the silky veined skin to push his thickness further into me. “Give me your cum, it’s what I want.”
His eyes roll back as he strains, short bursting thrusts claim me, setting an evenly fast, perfect pace. I can feel how difficult it is for him to restrain himself from thrusting fully into me as he wishes more than anything to do.
Gods . . . I could watch his exquisite body forever, all bulging muscles moving and contracting in the throes of passion. Only, I don’t have the eternity I want with him.
Refusing to think about what I can’t change, I use my body savagely on him. My hips buck into him wanting to get more of him inside, but his punishing hold on my hip bones move me back and forth, always stopping me from going further. My cries mix with his wicked dirty little words as he nuzzles my ear.
“I don’t ever want to stop fucking you. I’ll always need to be inside your sweet, tight, naughty cunt. We need a room because I want to spank your pussy with my cock and then lick all your cream when you squirt me with your desire.”
“Mmm, yes . . . promise me you will. I’m so close, baby. I don’t ever want you to stop, it’s so good. So fucking perfect the way you punish my pussy with your hard cock. Punish me harder, please!” I breathe against his neck, opening my mouth as my breaths dry the wetness over the love bites I’m leaving on his neck and chin. The truth is, I’m holding back because I don’t trust the violence in me tonight. I want to lacerate his skin leaving bruises and my scent. I want him to do the same to me.
It becomes too much. My clit feels like it’s being struck like a drum, humming, too engorged and sensitive as I erupt in shivers, my lower lips spasm on the skin of his cock as it begins to change and stretch me. The sting is the sweetest torture. He pushes me back roughly, throwing my legs over his shoulders as he climbs over me. My dress falls in a heavy heap on my stomach. Only then do I see the dagger on the side of my thigh and remember. While I stood, the dress was like liquid silk, long enough to hide its presence. Lying against my naked thigh. the light catches the metal, glinting it’s presence back into my life. It’s telling me . . . no, reminding me he’s a job I need to finish and nothing more.
I reach for the eight inch blade, but when his soft breaths spring from his lips heavier, and turn into unhinged grunts, my hand stalls over the knife.
I can’t help it, can’t help my crazy uncontrollable need for him, to hear him come. I think I’ll never stop needing it, even through the red haze of the poison. My hand leaves the cold steel of the blade and both my hands join over his back. My claws dig into his back underneath his shirt, scratching my way down, I get him to thrust harder and faster—driving him just another inch deeper. I can feel every blissful jolt spreading me more. Greedily my hands reach under his pants for more of him, clasping over his hard, muscular, tight-as-hell ass while I pull him down, with eyes closed tightly, bucking to meet him. I’m out of my mind with the four inches he allows of his cockhead to enter, because after it the skin lifts into rings under his skin. Three rings adding more girth to an already too large male and that are now hitting my clit, as his thick, hardened shaft stretches me to the point of pain. I feel tremors seize me around him so tight as pain and pleasure collide to create exquisite ecstasy. He makes my whole body go hard, arching my back off of the table as my toes curl in. My inner walls come crashing down on him, squeezing him unbearably hard, wound up too tight on his cock when I explode in the hardest, longest orgasm I’ve ever known, with his name torn from my lips. He bellows into my lips, kissing me savagely, a kiss so turbulent and filled with the mix of all the rage and need we are drowning in.
He roars, spurting long and hard into me, making me feel every jet of his release fill me, “Take it, baby. Wring every last drop of my fucking cum and let me hear you scream. Let everyone hear you fucking scream my name.”
I do.
Chapter:_Believing in Something
I know Darius. What we just did and the fact I was a virgin, solidifies in his mind we are mated. Forget ceremonies and the simple fact he still hasn’t bitten me.
In his mind, he will mark me after the venom has been cleared from my body.
If only he knew. The venom can only be drained from me by Eros.
I don’t move. If I do, I won’t be able to stop what I came here to do.
Darius acts swiftly, the forbiddingly hard look in his eyes when he puts himself, as best he can, back inside his ripped trousers, tells me not to think about moving—much less fight him. I lay in a stupefied languor, greedily soaking in how his heady sea-mist scent and seed fill me, watching his thighs continue to trap me underneath him.
“We leave together,” he informs me, tucking the stark white dress shirt into his pants, as the gold cufflinks glint in candlelight.
I indulge him. I’m feeling generous with the sweet aftershocks of him, tremors ebbing in my core. Drowsily sated, I put it all into perspective for him, “I’m afraid . . . I can’t.” His eyes narrow in an unforgiving stare, right before he takes my hands in his fists and launches over me. He places my arms forcefully over my head, not caring about dragging me out, kicking and screaming.
He’s too close, breathing down my neck and making it so difficult for me to think clearly. Much less put up any type of a real struggle.
“I have an anchor spell, trapping me here until I kill you. Eros is always very thorough in how he schemes, and thankfully for us, our lovemaking has silenced his venom, but it won’t be long before I’m completely obsessed with killing you again. Let me go and stay the hell away from me.”
I can see his mind working when he smiles. He knows I again have come to care what happens to him because I’m demanding he stay away from me.
“Never. Buy me some time. I know we’re not done here. My race can scent the moment of conception, and it’s going to take more than once. I’ll have you with child tonight, but it hasn’t happened yet.”
My eyes narrow, turning suspicious. “You better not be lying to me. I can assure you the spell can’t be broken. He had it made with the spirits of many witches, so you have no chance of undoing it.”
Unaffected, he leans closer, coming a breath’s distance from my lips. “Trust me, I’ll break it, no matter the cost. But for now, I don’t want you to worry. Let’s go make some babies, my greedy goddess.”
The art of distraction, seems to be his new tactic. He’s kissing me close to another orgasm. We’re both so wrapped up in each other that we don’t hear Brunos, head of my security, dive under the curtain. He aims at Darius’s head and pulls the trigger.
Darius falls over me, spreading my knees with his heavy weight, trapping me underneath him.
“You had no right.” I say on shaking breath to Brunos, the rage in my voice muffled by Darius’s neck.
I begin to feel around, searching for the entrance wound, to pull the broken silver capsule—a lycan tranquilizer bullet from Darius’s nape. I don’t want the silver hurting him any further which is absurd because I will kill him tonight. Darius hasn’t listened to any of my warnings and soon enough the poison will be so strong in my blood, not even I will be able to change things.
“You got what you wanted out of the exchange, and hesitated. You defied Eros’s orders. Leave him to me, and I’ll finish him off, or I’ll have to take you prisoner.” Brunos pulls Darius’s shoulder to throw him to the ground, only Darius, no matter how drugged he is, doesn’t go down so easily. It’s like trying to tame a wild beast.
I should know.
Darius, fighting to right himself, launches for my guard and lands a right hook, breaking his nose as he aims to tear the soldier’s head off with his fangs.
There’s a struggle between them, lasting longer than it should, but the sedative is too strong. I join the fight, p
ulling Darius behind me before Brunos kills him in front of me.
It’s too late when I realize the view I’m giving Brunos in the tight space of the booth. I have my silver-tipped heel at his neck pressing down on him, keeping him with his back on the table while Darius’s hands pull me from behind. Brunos eyes are fully black from arousal, looking up at Darius’s hand splayed over my mound to hide my nakedness from view.
Unfortunately, Darius is higher than a skyscraper.
When my ex’s fingers begin to curl to enter me, Brunos’s eyes lift expectantly to my eyes, his brow is arched, and he says rather hopefully, “You want a child. It is why I ordered my men out of the room. I stayed behind and protected you, but it ends now. This is toxic for you.”
“How . . . much did you hear? Everything, I assume.” Digging my heel further, I resent his invasion of my privacy.
To Darius, I sternly object, “Stop. You really don’t want to be doing this now.”
Thankfully, his palm is large and sufficiently covering me, but there’s no way to cover the wet sounds his fingers make as he tries to stuff me with three digits knuckles deep, spreading in my slick and tight chamber.
I’m falling under, because I don’t want him to stop.
Feeling the sweetest revenge inside me, my head falls back against Darius’s chest. I hear an answering rumble from his chest. His hand digs in my hair, his face lowering to smell me.
My guard clears his throat, reminding me we aren’t alone when my head snaps up.
I’m going to have to kill Brunos for threatening Darius and for the way he’s looking at me. I don’t want to, but I can’t trust him not to follow through and harm Darius.
“You do realize what the scent of your blood does to us immortals. How could you let him spill it, causing you to be vulnerable, My Queen? I would be willing to go to my death for a taste of you.” Brunos pushes against my heel cutting a small wound on his neck, hoping to incite my lust for his blood.