by Nora Ash
My face went burning hot the second I realized what he was talking about—my pussy was throbbing in tune with my racing heart, sending tendrils of warmth up through my abdomen. It had just been lost in the adrenaline and fear until I focused on it.
“You’re making me want you,” I whispered as I stared at him. “This is no better than rape.”
Despite the accusation, he simply chuckled, letting his intoxicating breath sweep across my mouth. And then he dipped his head after my lips.
I didn’t even realize that he’d paused just shy of connecting before I leaned into the kiss, as if drawn by a magnet.
The press of his full, soft mouth against mine made me open my eyes wide in shock. Yes, I had closed the final distance, lured in by that hot throb that seemed to spread and grow the longer his lips danced over mine.
“Mmph!” I protested, finally raising my hands from where they’d hung limply by my sides to push against his shoulders.
The Shade drew back a few inches. The heat in his eyes made me gasp, the warmth in my abdomen turning molten in response. Slowly, deliberately, he removed his black leather gloves and let them fall to the dirty ground, never breaking eye contact.
“W-we can’t do this!” I stammered, despite the wanton clenching from down low. Oh, holy fuck, what was happening to me? I was still terrified of the man looking down at me, but my body was yielding to his softest touch. It had to be some of that mind voodoo Lightning had also pushed at me, had to be… though no matter how desperately I searched my mind for the same sensation of power enveloping my will, I found nothing.
“No? Give me one good reason.” The Shade’s voice was darker, huskier, and it went straight to my traitorous lower parts. My half-torn panties had actually started to feel damp. Oh, God.
“A reason?” I panted. Under less strenuous circumstances, I would undoubtedly have been able to come up with about a thousand reasons, starting with the fact that he was the living embodiment of evil. Right now, however, my brain was struggling to come up with anything. I ripped my gaze from his in an attempt at aiding its efforts, and my eyes fell on a dismembered hand on the ground. The resulting shudder was from anything but arousal.
“I c-can see them. The blood and…”
The Shade rolled his eyes, but before I could contemplate the weirdly human gesture, he’d grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around so I was facing the brick wall.
“There,” he hummed into my ear. The light pressure of his hand trailed down my back, slipping around my hip to my front before it reached my ruined pants. And then his fingers pressed in at just the right place, settling firmly on my clit through what was left of the fabric covering my crotch.
I jolted at the contact, straightening my back, but when I tried to shy away I was caught by the strong arm he wrapped around my waist and his decadent lips capturing my earlobe.
“Shh, give in to it. No one’s here but you and me—let me take care of you. I can make all your fears go away.” The Shade’s hypnotic whisper was accompanied by the fingers on my clit starting to slowly draw circles against my sensitive nub, never easing the pressure.
I wasn’t sure if it was his words or the throbbing need building between my legs for each stroke of his damned fingers over my swollen clit, or perhaps my mind finally giving in to the constant bombardment of fear and adrenaline, but I spread my legs for him. God help me, I spread my legs, and I invited him in.
“Good girl.”
I whimpered and dug my fingers into the uneven bricks in front of me as his ministrations between my legs intensified. Fighting, and slowly losing, the battle to stay in control of my body, I told myself I had to do this. Had to, even though I shouldn't—
“Ohh!” I clamped my teeth shut, but only after the traitorous moan had interrupted my desperate attempt at justifying why I was allowing The Shade’s touch. My mind was fumbling for a reason I could accept—anything that didn’t involve the sweet way my pussy ached for the dangerous criminal—but came up short. Even in the depths of my despair as I clung to the wall while The Shade’s thick fingers found their way into my panties and parted my soft flesh, I knew he wasn’t forcing me.
The feel of warm skin against my sensitive nub made me shudder and moan again. Sharp spikes of sensation shot down my thighs and up my spine, and I bucked my hips to ease the friction. The Shade pushed his hips forward in response, pressing my body up against the bricks so I couldn’t escape. He was everywhere behind me, covering every inch of my back and thighs. His hot breath teased my ear and the side of my neck, and something large and hard pressed against my lower back, reminding me of what was ahead.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, too overwhelmed by his presence to voice a protest when he resumed his firm movements against my exposed clit. I writhed uselessly in his grip, but there was nowhere to go.
Slowly, my pussy submitted to the stimulation. The too-intense zings turned to hot thrills of pleasure, and I felt my hips begin to move with the rhythm. When The Shade shifted his grip down there, slipping two fingers down through my soaked folds to my entrance, I was ready for it.
The Shade gave me no quarter—his thick fingers pushed in in one fluid movement, opening my slick pussy wider than I had been prepared for.
I mewled in protest at the unexpected stretch, but it didn’t hurt—I was way too wet for his fingers to cause me pain. I didn’t get a chance to process the sudden sensation of being filled before his fingers hooked, digging into my G-spot, and his teeth clamped down around the back of my neck.
Everything went white for three long seconds as I cried out at the unexpected burst of ecstasy. My hips jerked and my pussy clutched at his fingers, clamping down when he began rubbing that delicious spot rough and hard. Along with the sharp sting of his bite, it was enough to bring me to the brink of orgasm and over.
I screamed into the darkness surrounding us and scraped at the wall before my mind had even fully comprehended what was happening to my body. The rush of pleasure exploded up from my spasming pussy and hit my brain in a burst of endorphins.
Everything was blissful—peaceful.
Only when he eased the pressure against the fleshy spot inside of me did I slowly find my bearings.
I struggled to keep my footing now that I was no longer being propped up by The Shade. Then my senses returned in an unpleasantly sharp flare.
Oh, my God!! The Shade! I had just come all over The Shade’s fingers, screaming like a madwoman! The realization made my muscles convulse with horror, but before my orgasm-addled brain managed to launch into full panic-mode, he clamped his teeth down hard around the back of my neck again.
I whimpered and went limp. It felt… very pleasant, even as my conscious mind sensed the press of his power manipulating me to surrender. But why fight it? He was so strong, so completely capable of taking care of me. Hadn’t he just proven that by executing my attackers?
My nipples hardened and I moaned again, this time not from distress. He had made me feel so very good, too…
When his power withdrew again, it took my panic with it. All that was left was my desire for more. He slid his hands up underneath my coat and sweater, stroking along my bare skin, and I leaned back against his strong torso, inviting his touch to consume my entire body.
He didn’t hesitate to accept. His strong body pressed in close behind me as he pushed his fingers up underneath my bra to pinch my pebbled nipples. I jerked and groaned in response, spreading my legs wider in an instinctive request to be filled.
The Shade growled against the back of my neck and his fingers constricted tighter around my stiff buds for a moment before he finally moved them lower again. I moaned, letting my hips surge forward to meet his touch when he slid both hands down over my soft stomach. One went to my pulsing clit, immediately pressing in in just the right way, while the other disappeared behind me.
“I want you to want it, kitten. Tell me you want my cock—tell me you want me to possess every inch of your soft little body,�
�� he murmured against my neck, rubbing at my tight nub of nerves until I could feel my moisture drip down my inner thighs and every nerve in my throbbing sex flame with pure need.
I managed a breathy “please, please, yes,” because there was nothing I needed more than for him to take me then and there.
That was apparently exactly what he had been waiting for.
The Shade pulled my ruined pants further down my thighs, and then something warm and thick pressed against my slick folds. He lined his hips up with mine, and all I could think about was how desperately I needed this—how much I needed him.
It didn’t matter that he was evil, or that even through my lust I was still terrified of him and everything he stood for—all that mattered was that he was exactly what my body craved.
When he finally pushed in, my last connection to sanity snapped.
“Ngh!”
My ensuing cry was as much from a delicious sort of pain as it was pure pleasure, because The Shade was big. I whimpered as he bottomed out in that first, smooth stroke into my tight sheath, and tried to raise up on my tiptoes to escape the full penetration. His hands found my hips, pressing me down. And then he started thrusting.
“Yes!” Despite the shock of being stretched so completely and forced to take more than I ever had before, something deep and primal took over my conscience. This was exactly what I needed, what I’d always needed—to be ravaged by a man strong enough to make me submit and big enough to fill that aching, needy hollow inside of me.
“That’s it, kitten. Take all of me,” he rasped, and then he sank his teeth into my nape again.
I mewled in response, and my pussy clutched at his thick cock as if trying to force it to stop the long, thorough thrusts he was opening me up with. My body’s instinctive protest was no match for his brutal strength, and he pushed into my core anyway with soft grunts, never altering his pace.
I slumped against the wall, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out again. Instead, my breathing came in short pants that mirrored the sharp bursts of rapture coursing through my entire body for every time The Shade forced his thick cock in.
The Shade loosened his bite slightly, nibbling delicately to tease every sensitive nerve there rather than continuing to enforce his dominance. I shivered as my pussy spasmed in response, finally easing its tight grip on his invasive girth.
“Ooh,” I moaned at the small reprieve. As amazing as it felt to be fucked by something that stretched me to my limits, my body was exhausting quickly from the unaccustomed pressure. But before I managed to relax, The Shade changed his grip. One arm went around my waist again, pressing me in tight against his strong torso, while the other hand slid down over my mound and parted my lower lips before finding my swollen clit.
I jerked as his fingers pinched my sensitive nub, and yelped when he began rubbing it hard. My entire body spasmed from the sharp waves of sensation, but my pussy’s desperate milking of his cock didn’t stop the assault. Instead, his hips pressed in hard, slapping against my exposed ass again and again, increasing the pace for every time he bottomed out in my frantically clutching pussy.
I had thought just the strain of taking his big cock was hard. I’d been wrong. I wailed into the night and clawed at his strong arms to ease the brutal assault on my pussy, but I might as well have tried to pry off a boulder. The Shade kept me locked against his powerful form, expertly stroking my throbbing clit while fucking me mercilessly up against the wall, harder and faster for each full thrust, and there was nothing I could do but take it.
My fingernails broke on the brick wall as I clawed at it in mindless fervor, caught between trying to escape the violent fucking and needing it to never end. “Pleasure” was too mild a word to describe the wild sensations rocketing through me, but the underlying pain of being pounded with his inhuman strength was too swathed in raw endorphins to cut through. There was only him and me, only his brutal cock fucking my helpless pussy into complete and utter submission, over and over and over.
When I came, it was like an explosion of agonizing ecstasy ripping through my pelvis into my spine and through every aching muscle in my body. But The Shade didn’t stop.
I whimpered pathetically when his only reaction to my suddenly lax body was to tighten his grip around me so I didn’t lose my balance, the merciless pounding of his hard length into my still weakly clenching channel never slowing.
“God, please, I need a break!” All I wanted to do was to doze off on my endorphin high, but The Shade had other plans.
“No break, kitten,” he growled into my ear. “I want all of you and every last drop of your pleasure.”
I moaned at his words, feeling my abused pussy clutch weakly at his thick girth in response. Despite my body's obvious reaction to his demands, I didn't think I had enough strength to continue, but I wasn't given a choice. Ignoring my weak protests, The Shade pulled me closer against his strong torso, and I was once again forced to endure the deep stimulation of his pounding cock and the ruthless friction against my clit.
But after a few moments, my half-hearted resistance died. Where he had felt too big, too deep only seconds ago, his presence inside of me now started to feel good again.
With a groan of relief I closed my eyes and let him overwhelm my senses once more, giving in to the deep pulses of pleasure he drew from my tired body. Every time he drove into me, he forced me wide all the way to my very core, and I knew nothing had ever completed me the way his rough fucking did.
Soon, my body started climbing again, and I forgot that I’d ever asked him to stop.
“Yes, yes! More, fuck!” I gasped words out without registering what they were, too focused on the delicious, raw sensation from everywhere he was touching me.
It didn’t take me long to reach my peak once more.
I screamed my release out as my pussy milked his pounding cock. My vision blurred, and for a moment it felt like I would pass out. Then The Shade bit down on the back of my neck again, pulling me back into my body with the sting. He grunted behind me, and his arm around my mid-section constricted before I felt his cock swell inside me. His orgasm hit just as mine peaked, pulled from his body by my spasming pussy.
I slumped in his arms, resting my forehead against the wall while I slowly came down. Nothing but peace and pleasure filled my body and mind. Even the steady pulse of his semen deep inside of me felt good—soothing.
The Shade moved his hand from my clit up under my breasts to better support my slouching figure. His bite loosened and was replaced with a few swipes of his tongue, as if to relieve any pain his rough marking might have caused. I sighed in response and tilted my head back to rest it against his broad chest, wanting more of his care. It felt so good when he nuzzled his head in against the back of mine and stroked his big hands up and down my stomach.
I felt like I was floating in a drugged daze, the only thing keeping me connected to the real world being his soft touches and the pleasant ache between my legs where our bodies were still intimately joined.
Only when he finally pulled out of me did my consciousness rear its ugly head.
The first thing that struck me was the coldness of the air pressing in against everything from my kneecaps up to my abdomen where I was bared to the elements. Next was the strong scents of sex and blood, the stickiness of the fluids dripping out of me and down my thighs, and finally the delicate soreness inside me.
“No.” My broken whisper followed the sudden flood of realization. I had let the most depraved and dangerous man in the entire city fuck me in an alley, surrounded by body parts. What kind of woman would ever allow his touch, let alone enjoy it? As much as I wanted to claim he had forced me, forced my will to bend for his, the awful truth was engraved into my very soul.
I had wanted it. Every bit of it.
“Yes,” he said, his voice completely calm and collected again, as if his semen wasn’t dripping down my thighs in sticky ribbons. “You belong to me now.”
I wanted to d
eny him, but as I leaned against the dirty brick wall I’d just spent the past half hour getting fucked against, the protest died on my lips. He had told me what letting him mark and take me would mean—and I had let him do it. The way my body still throbbed from his rough claiming didn’t exactly allow for much argument.
I was his.
“Why?” I didn’t want to turn around and look at him, but having my back to him left me feeling even more vulnerable than I already did. Slowly, I turned to face the man, the monster, who had taken me as his.
His scarred lip was pulled up in a wry smile. “You want to know why I claimed you? Being protected from other supes isn’t enough?”
“We both know that’s not why you did it.” Despite my combative words, my voice caught in my throat. I coughed, annoyed with my own weakness even as I had to fight not to tremble under his gaze.
“True.” The Shade reached out and pressed a finger underneath my chin. I flinched, but he caught me easily, lifting my head up to meet his unsettling eyes. “I have little interest in the safety of humans. I do, however, enjoy taking what the arrogant fool who left a half-mark on your neck thought belonged to him. He will be so very displeased.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks when I realized exactly what he meant. He had claimed me, like I was an object to possess, just to piss off Lightning. If the hero even gave a damn. I don’t know why I cared, but the knowledge that I was nothing but a pawn in whatever rivalry existed between the two superhumans felt like a slap to the face.
I lowered my gaze. “Can I go home now?”
The Shade loosened his grip on my chin and stepped back, giving me enough room to slip past him and out of the alley. “You may.”
My fingers felt stiff and clumsy as I tried to get my ripped clothes at least somewhat in order, but after some fumbling I managed to pull up my pants and cover my private parts. I ignored the unpleasant feeling of the fluids covering my lower half and slid to my right, with my back pressed against the wall to avoid touching him or any of the body parts on the ground as I squeezed past. Only when I was certain I was past the massive bulk of his body did I turn around to face the entrance of the alleyway—and the path to my freedom.