Oh God. He’s between my knees, handling himself. His brows are tight, his white, animalistic eyes intense. Possessive.
A white-eyed wolf focused on his prey. His freshly caught prey. Magnificent male. Mindless, I cup my breasts through my shirt and bra. They need to come off. Want his eyes on the pierced tips, my nipples in his mouth. As if he’s read my thoughts, the rest of my clothing vanishes a second after, leaving me utterly vulnerable under him.
He freezes, his eyes dropping to my breasts and going dangerously wide.
I pinch my pierced nipples and rub them back and forth. “Then prove it. Take my pussy. Own it with your cock like you did in those dreams.”
The sound ripped from him is part-moan, part-snarl, and he bares his teeth at me.
Adrenaline rushes through me, making me arch in offering again. “Take it. Make it yours.”
Chapter 22
IANTHEN
I stare down at the female below me, disbelieving. My entire world is all about her right now, nothing else exists. That pale skin. High, pierced tits that have my balls so tight. I imagine my cum all over those tits, marking that luscious skin as mine.
That dark red line of hair leading down to her—fuck. Me. She’s pierced there too, a pretty silver ring with a prismatic jewel sitting above her clit.
She’s bare everywhere else, smooth. Swollen and glistening. I can see her throbbing inside, calling for me. The scent coming off those petal-soft folds has me baring my teeth in another growl.
Ah, gods. Mine. That pussy has to be. I won’t allow anyone else to have it. It’ll be mine only. Seed surges up my length, pounding at my cockhead.
My entire life devolves into this. I care about nothing. Am ready to laugh in the face of damnation. It’ll all be worth it as long as I get to pump my cum deep in Soleria’s pussy.
Her pink, swollen, throbbing pussy.
I shoot between her legs, nuzzling her landing strip. A deep inhale leaves my mouth watering, that scent making my cock tremble with an orgasm.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Want your mouth on me.” Soleria bites her lip harshly, eyes on my own. The little wanton plays with her tits, pulling on her nipples until they’re tight and jutting towards me. The small barbells pierced through the tips glint in the light. “Eat my pussy, Ianthen.”
My upper lip curls up with another growl, mouth above her clit. Eyes locked with hers, I flick the tip of my tongue above it, teasing her. “Tell me it’s mine. I’ll eat you until you’re all I can taste and smell for days after, baby.”
Soleria groans hard, her pussy getting wetter on a rush. “Yours, Ianthen.” When her eyes roll back, I hiss out a curse. “Only yours.” She slides her fingers around the back of my head and tries pulling me down to her. “I want to come all over your tongue. Eat me.”
This fucking female. Groaning, I lick her quivering slit and suck her clit into my mouth. I jerk at her taste, growling in my throat.
She goes wild, thighs tensing by my ears, voice breaking as she screams my name.
Behind my closed lids, my eyes roll back. Beneath my fingers, the tiled floor cracks again. All I want is to pin her down, suck her dry, eat her.
I can’t.
You’ll kill her. Relax.
Impossible. Shaking against her, I suck on her clit softly, oh so fucking soft. Her taste razes a straight path of hellfire down my spine, warping everything I consist of.
The starving, mad wolf trapped inside me howls in pure agony.
Sol seizes beneath me, trembling from head-to-toe. “Oh God. Oh God. Ian, I’m going to come.”
Slow. Soft. Careful, I beg myself, even as I hear the floor crack some more from the strain of holding myself back. Making out with her pierced clit as gently as I can, I moan frantically, feeling another piece of sanity slip away.
Near blind from the need, I release my stranglehold on her ruined floor and slowly slide a finger inside.
Her silky, hungry cunt seems to suck me in immediately.
“Oh fuck!” Sol mewls, head thrown back, dark red strands spread out against the beige tiles. “Baby.”
“I can’t take this much longer, baby.” A foreign sensation breaks out all over my skin, confusing me . . . that is, until I feel the first drop of sweat sliding down my back. Followed by another, and another. Shivering as if on the verge of a seizure, I drag my bottom lip along her throbbing clit, as she gushes wet around my finger.
“Ianthen.” Seeming to struggle, she lifts her head off the floor, that pained expression scrambling my mind further. “I haven’t—unghhh . . . since meeting you . . .”
“Haven’t what, baby?” Kissing her clit, I slide my trembling finger out to the tip.
She thrusts her hips up towards me, forcing my finger back in her.
Offering me that beautiful pussy I’m suddenly ready to die for.
“Ha-haven’t come . . . because of you.” Her glassy, passion-hazed eyes narrow in accusation, a spark of that sexy fury coming to life in them.
“Yeah,” I rasp, voice unrecognizable. “Well, all I do is fucking come. Thinking of you.” My thumb caresses her clit gently, setting off a round of throbbing inside her.
“Oh God. Please.” She sinks her nails into the back of my head again, trying to drag me down. “I’ll do anything. Please.”
“Fucking come hard for me,” I demand, sucking her clit back into my mouth and letting her ride my finger.
The sound of her screaming my name as that soft, wet pussy seizes around my finger wrecks me. Like I was waiting fourteen-thousand-years for this.
You were, my werewolf instincts whisper.
Her orgasm hasn’t stopped, a never-ending wave of pulsations—the madness in me takes over, blinding me to everything else.
I was born to take her.
Born to be in her.
And I’m going to fucking have her. Now.
Yet, even as I flash above her, my knees sinking into her already damaged floor as I brace myself between her thighs, panic for her safety roars in me. I fist my cock, out of control, begging with myself to go slow.
Sol takes one look at my cock, at the tight fist I have wrapped around it, and loses the last of her control. Reaching between us, she tries to knock my hand out of the way to grab me; the only reason I let her is the same reason I haven’t slammed into her yet.
She’s mine, all mine, and I can’t let her get hurt.
When her small hand wraps around my aching erection, my head snaps back on my neck, teeth bared towards the ceiling. White hot sensation arcs from my cock to my lower body. The sound that leaves me is unnatural.
Agonized.
“Fuck,” Sol whispers in an awe-filled tone, jerking me softly. “Your dick is so fucking beautiful.”
My fists slam back into the floor on either side of her head as my body jerks from the painful pleasure. A fucking handjob and I’m ready to blow all over her. “I’m going to come if you don’t get me in you right now, baby.”
She spreads those mouthwatering thighs even wider for me and presses my tip to her pussy.
My shout is even louder than hers. “Sol . . .”
Watery, light blue eyes meet mine once more. Just like in our last shared dream, there’s awe in her stare. Pure shock. Her hips undulate, bathing my tip in all that wet honey, the scent of it overcoming me. “I’m going to come for you again, Ian,” she whispers.
Somewhere beyond the howls in my head, I hear an unnatural being snarling at her. “Get me inside you, you fucking beautiful female. Do it now.”
Little white teeth come down on her bottom lip, biting hard. With a breathless nod, she slides me lower, bringing me right up against her tight, throbbing entrance . . .
I clench my teeth hard enough to shatter them. Cracking my neck, too lost to give a damn about the pain in my mouth, I clench every muscle, fighting not to thrust into her.
Not to rend her in two with my forsaken strength.
My lids slide closed; my body’s pathetic attempt to block
the vision of her. To weaken the effect she’s having on me, buffer it enough to give me the strength to fight this. Stay still. Don’t move. Don’t hurt your female.
That wet heat envelopes me, nothing more than a tease as Sol rocks her hips and struggles to get me in her.
I can hear that same unholy voice chanting. Pleading. “Please, baby. Please. Let me have you, please.”
Her other hand cups my face. She shifts one more time, and I feel my tip slide past her tight entrance—
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Ian!”
I barely register the sound of that sexy, high-pitched cry when I feel her inner walls tighten around my tip, milking me in rhythmic pulses.
The entire world goes black.
There’s another loud crack in the air.
A slicing pain along my inner cheek.
Blood floods my mouth.
An explosion of pleasure in my groin that hits me out of nowhere.
Suddenly, my cock swells, balls tightening . . .
Don’t kill her. Don’t kill her. Ah, gods, you love her. Don’t fucking kill her!
Some way, somehow, my instincts manage to freeze my body, stopping me from giving into the madness that demands I fuck my little mortal as hard as I can. I hear my screams in the background, feel the cum shooting into her in hot waves.
Sol chants my name, writhing, still coming, struggling to get me deeper inside her with each move. “Tell me it’s mine, Ian. Please.”
My arms give out on me. I barely manage to catch myself before landing on her. Her pink nipples are right there, centimeters from my mouth, tempting me with that piercing. “It’s all fucking yours,” I groan, sucking her as tenderly as I can, while fighting the seemingly never-ending waves of pleasure.
She arches under me, sweat-slicked skin gliding along my own. Her hips move this way and that, desperately trying to get me deeper.
It’s not going to work! Even as I register what the frantic creature inside me is saying, I can’t pull away from Soleria. The feel of her piercing on my tongue is too good, the taste of her skin.
Everything about her is mine and I refuse to give her up.
I can’t.
That’s it. Take your female. Own her. Fuck her so hard she’ll never forget it was you.
Sol groans, going lax under me. “It’s not going to work. You’re so big.”
Take her.
Take her.
TAKE HER.
Gods, no!
Air rushes by my ears—my back slams into the wall. The impact shakes the entire building. Bits of plaster and sheetrock fall over my shoulders as I slide down onto my hands and knees.
“Ian? Oh my God, are you okay?”
Breathe in. Breathe out. Control it. Don’t hurt her.
Give her back to me! She’s mine!
I sense Sol scrambling up to her feet, rushing towards me.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” I shout, squeezing my eyes closed. Breathing deep, even as each inhalation floods me with more of her scent. Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt her.
Soleria kneels next to me and places her hand on my shoulder.
Sensation arches down my spine, until every hair on my body stands on end.
NEED HER.
I do the one thing I can to save her life; I dematerialize away from her.
One second I’m in the break room of her restaurant, the next I’m at the end of an alley, between two buildings.
Not far enough.
As far as I’m going to get.
Stumbling, shaking, I lean against a brick wall, feeling the air cooling the sweat on my skin.
Fuck. Sweat. Another sign of how far gone I am.
Between my legs, my cock bobs, nothing but a source of fiery pain. Gritting my teeth, I push back the incoherent demands sounding off in me.
Go back to our female.
Claim her.
Make her yours.
“She’ll die. She’ll die,” I mumble, reaching down for my cock. Wetness meets the center of my palm. Fuck, my tip remains soaked from her. Simply caressing myself releases a fresh burst of that scent.
My thighs tense, quaking.
Switching hands, I fist my erection and lick my palm.
Her taste alone sends me spiraling further into this twisted psychosis. Snarling against my own palm, I lap at her taste, and thrust into my fist harder . . . harder . . .
Somewhere along the line, I switch hands to lick my other palm for more of her taste. My vision disappears in an instant, overcome by the energy grid my Hyren side prefers to hunt in. Even as all of Queens, New York is bared to me in the darkness, every human energy signature ripe for the picking, I lick my hand and fuck my fist, begging with myself not to go back there.
Not to return to Soleria.
You’ll kill her, asshole. You’ll kill her.
I thrust faster into my fist, balls drawing tight, the yearning in my gut reaching critical status.
An orgasm slams into me—an empty orgasm—that does nothing to ease the hunger. As I arch into my fist, cum shooting onto the brick wall in front of me, all I can think of is her.
All I want in this motherfucking universe is her.
Breaths heaving, I release my cock, blinking in rapid succession. Nothing I do clears my vision. The ghostly outline of this section of Queens dominates, as well as all those energy signatures.
All those lives.
Take. Kill. Find her. Undo them all.
I slam my fists into the sides of my head, trying to focus—
A footstep.
Right behind me.
NO.
Teeth bared, I turn on the being that just entered the alley.
Not a being. A human. One reeking of vodka. One with an energy signature splattered with darkness.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing naked outside my building, motherfucker?” the human spits, his w’s warped into v’s by his heavy accent. He takes a step into the alley—
And that’s the last coherent thing I remember.
That, and the ear-splitting, blood thirsty howl echoing through my head.
Chapter 23
IANYTHI, GODDESS OF THE WILD
“Y our brother will make his choice tonight.”
Son of a . . .
I face the Watcher, my heart thundering with anxiety. “She’s the one, isn’t she?” For weeks I’ve suspected, playing a dangerous game by pushing my Fort’em and Soleria closer. I’m a horrible sister for it, but Ianthen has never looked at a female the way he does her.
Ever.
Nylicia stops next to me at the balustrade, staring off into the night. “She is.”
“Gods, then it’s true. I’ve been urging my brother closer to his demise—”
“Why is it that everyone has always blindly assumed that this prophecy means the female will lead to his death? I mean, it mentioned death, but where exactly did it state she would be responsible?” Nylicia exhales an exasperated breath.
“Because the prophecy—”
She interrupts me again. “Mentions a female and then his destruction. As well as a legend rising. I’ve been waiting fourteen-thousand-years for someone to explain to me how this assumption that the female would be responsible was made. If you ask me, it was plain old bachelor-paranoia. Those hoes interpreted it how it suited them best.”
Tension spirals through my limbs. An insidious kind of hope. “Nylicia . . . are you saying that Soleria won’t destroy my brother?” Because if so I’ll run to tell him right away! He wants nothing like he wants that female. I’ve seen the sick yearning in his eyes.
“Oh, no. Now she will. Ianythi, what’s the one thing I’m constantly harping about?”
“Choice. And how inconvenient and annoying it is.”
“Bingo. Ergo, this destruction awaiting your brother?”
“It’ll have to do with a choice of his,” I mumble, lips parting with shock.
“Exactly.” Nylicia’s expression darkens. “And he’s just made that ch
oice. If you want to save him, you will let him suffer.”
“What’s going on? What are you saying?” I attempt to open the mental connection between my Fort’em and I, but it’s sealed too tight.
Nylicia moves away from the railing, jaw twitching. “Gods damn fucking males. It’s impossible to get them to do what’s right. I’m telling you, you better let Sol make him suffer. You let her whip the shit out of that boy, you hear me?”
Checking the impulse to attempt grabbing her translucent arm, I flash in front of her. “What’s going on with my brother? Speak.”
“Your brother just did the predictable and chose the path leading to his destruction. Now tell me, what would you do to save him from it?”
Ianthen, no . . . Heart racing, I look into her eyes and whisper, “Anything.”
“Then you will let him suffer, Nythi. No matter how much it kills you, you will let him pay for this. He picked the difficult road and all the suffering that entails, and the only way to save him is to let him walk it.”
Her words continue echoing in my fogged-up head. Right as I’m about to snap and demand she tells me what’s going on, my cell starts ringing in my back pocket.
“That’s Soleria. She needs you.”
My brother was with Soleria.
Snatching my phone, I answer the call and bring it to my ear.
The female’s frantic, breaths nearly hyperventilating. “Oh God, Nythi. Your brother—”
“What’s going on with my brother?”
“He—he was here . . . and then he was just gone!”
“Sol, breathe and tell me where you are.”
“M-my restaurant. Break room. I’d run out to search for him but I can’t!”
Nylicia nods at me.
I’m meant to be the one that goes there.
“Remember,” Nylicia mouths, calm as can be. “Let him suffer.”
It’s the last thing I see on Enzyria before dematerializing to Earth.
One moment I’m on the terrace outside my room; the next I’m in a small break room.
The scent is what hits me first.
Head jerking back, I hiss and stifle my breathing. “Hot damn. That’s just wrong.”
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