My vision tunnels; my chest hurts. I drop my head, press my lips close to her ear. "Run, little Char. If I catch you, I’ll never let you go. I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. I’ll fuck you, fill your every hole, paint your insides with my cum, imprint my name into every cell in your body. I’ll kiss you, nibble on your lips, slant my tongue into your pussy and lick from you. I’ll drink your cum, bite your throbbing flesh, drag my fingers down your spine, squeeze your butt. I’ll take your ass, darling. And when I’m done, I’ll turn you over, I’ll nibble on your pussy, pinch your nipples, taunt your flesh until you beg me to come and even then, I won’t let you. Not unless you acknowledge your true feelings for me. Until you accept me as your other half, and perhaps then, if you behave yourself, I might allow you to shatter. Or…"
Her breath hitches, "Or?"
"You can run now. I’ll give you a head start."
33
Charley
I race toward the door, fling it open, and slam into a hard barrier. I tilt my head back, all the way back. "No, no. No," I grumble under my breath, rake my gaze up the hard chest planes. His amber gaze bores into me. "How the hell did you get here?"
His mouth curls.
"Don’t tell me. Stupid telekinetic powers."
I step back, he follows. I feint right, then left, dart under his arm and past him. I sense him pivot; there’s a thud behind me. I sense his big body leaping forward, scream in anticipation. Something grabs me from behind. I hit the ground, throwing out my hands to break the fall. The next second, I am hauled back inside the room.
I howl, swipe out my hand, my nails dragging on the floor as I scrabble for purchase. Fail. He yanks me by my legs. Grabs my thighs and spreads them.
"You’ve been a bad girl."
"No."
Tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes. "No, no, no."
He’s behind me, he’s going to get me. His grip firms as he squeezes my flesh.
"Let me go…"
He releases one thigh, only to cup my pussy. "Who does this belong to?"
"Not you."
He pinches my clit. I shiver. I can’t give in to him. I hate him. I can't live without him. Fuck you, Hawke.
Almost as if he heard my inner thoughts, his eyes gleam. He slides his finger under my panties and his knuckles graze my sensitive center.
I moan, then bite the inside of my cheek, "I hate you."
"The fuck I care?"
"You're pissing me off, Hawke," I snarl.
"Finally. This pussy is better when you're angry."
He tears off my panties and I scream. He’s going to hurt me; I can’t let him get to me. Adrenaline laces my blood; my blood pounds in my ears. I twist my torso, and his grip loosens. I pull free. My knees slam into the ground and pain ratchets up my thighs. I spring up, rush for the exit. He catches me about the waist.
I scream again.
My heart begins to pump harder. I kick out with my leg, hit his granite chest. Flashes of pain flare behind my eyes. I pull up my knee, slam my leg back. He catches my ankle.
"Let me go," I huff.
"No."
He grips my thighs. Fear skitters up my spine.
A warm breath sears my center. I moan. My sex puckers. My thighs spasm. Can’t stop the moisture from beading my center. Why does this turn me on? I shouldn’t like it. I shouldn’t. I slap my hand on the floor once, twice. Every time he takes my body, I resist. He overpowers me. I hate him, yet I can’t stop it. I… I enjoy it. I’m sick. I’m sick. A sob catches in my chest.
He thrusts his tongue inside my channel. A wetness suffuses my pussy. He curls his tongue between my lower lips. I moan. He nibbles his way to the curve of my butt. I shudder.
"Who does this belong to, Char?"
"You."
He lavishes little kisses on my skin, then slips his tongue into the cleft between my butt cheeks. He tongues my back hole and I shiver. Swipes the wetness down to my pussy. He licks my lower lips, slides his tongue inside my cunt. Wetness pools in my core. I can't resist him. I can’t. It’s my fault this is happening. My fault that he always seeks me out. My fault that he takes advantage of me and I let him.
I lower my forehead to the floor, press into it. Big gusts of sobs wrack my body.
I sense him still. He nibbles his way up my ass, drags his lips over my spine to the spot between my shoulders. He pushes my hair aside and presses his mouth to my nape.
A trembling grips me. I press my cheek into the ground and shudder. He shoves his hand between us, cups my butt, only to slide his finger between my ass cheeks. He nudges his finger into my butthole and I flinch. "Who does this belong to?"
"You."
I sense his lips curve.
He moves his hand between us, cups my pussy.
"And your cunt? Who does it belong to?"
"You. Only you."
"Damn right. You’re mine to fuck, mine to own, to possess. Mine to take any way I want. You feel me, Char?"
I nod. Even before the movement is complete, he pulls back. I hear the hiss of the zipper, flinch. Then he notches his dick against my pussy.
He enters me in one clean sweep, pounds into me with such force that my entire body bucks. My stomach hurts, my thighs ache, and flashes of discomfort tremble from where he’s lodged inside of me. He’s too much. Too big. Too everything… He’s exactly what I need to sweep away everything that man did to me. "Take me, Hawke. Break me, please."
A groan rips up his broad chest. He pulls back; the scrape of his cock against my inner skin sends a renewed trembling down my legs.
He grips my hips, pulls me up so my butt is raised up in the air. I sense him loom above me. He plants his massive thighs between my legs shoving me apart wider. His palms slide down to cup my butt cheeks, pulling them apart so I am completely open to him.
Then, he moves. He propels forward and his cock surges inside of me, the swollen head filling, distending, pushing further. He hits my pelvic wall and I hiss. The pain… The heat… The sensations that shudder up my spine. Clawing, hurting, sweeping away those memories… Replacing them with a burn that’s purifying and soothing at the same time.
He stays there a second, every single millimeter of his lengthening dick marking me from the inside. Then he begins to move. He slams into me, thrusts forward, crams himself inside of me. My body shudders. My shoulders slide forward and my breasts scrape the floor, only he grabs me and hauls me up. The back of my head connects with his chest.
"Stay with me, Char."
A low moan spills from my lips. My fingers tingle; my palms itch. He takes my hand, loops it around his neck, then the other.
"Hold on." His growl fills my ears, my mind, my heart.
He plants those large palms on either side of my hips, holds me in place. Then he begins to fuck me in earnest. Pulls out and lunges forward inside of me, and again. With every thrust, my body shudders. My soul hurts. My skin feels too tight for my body. He slips a hand between my parted legs, strums my clit. Hell. The breath tumbles from me. He brings his other arm up to pinch my nipple. Pain springs from the site, swoops down to connect with the hurt that rises from my clit.
Can two wrongs make a right?
Can pain cancel itself out?
I curve my spine into the hard planes of his chest, thrust my breasts up and into his clasp. He brings his hand to my other breast, squeezes the nipple. I moan. He releases my clit only to grasp my chin.
He turns my face to the side, tips my head upwards. "Look at me."
I raise heavy eyelids.
He lowers his head until our breaths mingle. "Come," he growls.
All of the pores of my skin seem to pop. I glance up to find sparks shooting up into the air. Huh? Did that come from me? Nah, I haven’t transformed yet.
I open my mouth and a tongue of fire shoots out.
Hawke bares his teeth. "Fuck, my little Char, that’s a fucking turn on." He fits his lips over mine.
He absorbs my screams, a
ll of my sounds. Drags his hand from my breast to cup my pussy again. He rubs the heel of his hand into my sensitive clit and the tremors overwhelm me. Moisture gushes out between my legs. My nipples harden further; flashes of white spark behind my eyes. He tears his mouth from mine, only to bury his teeth in the healing wound at the curve of my shoulder. The pain screams down my side. It’s unlike anything I have faced before. I hear the distant sound of howling… Is that me?
He pistons his hips; his cock lengthens inside of me. His knot slots into place at the entrance to my channel. Only then, does he come, shooting hot streams of cum inside of me.
Darkness closes in, obstructing my vision. When I open my eyes again, I am curled up on his chest on the bed. I move my head and my entire shoulder aches.
The hard planes under me move. "You awake?"
34
Hawke
She draws in a breath, swallows, then winces. I hurt her. I touch my fingertips to the freshly opened skin on the side of her neck. I scoop up the blood and lick it.
"You’re an animal." Her voice is husky, but strong. She’s not the kind to fall apart that easily. She's got more courage than anyone else I’ve ever met.
"And you, Char." I tip up her chin, "You’re a fighter."
She frowns, sinks her chin into my chest. "That was, ah…something."
"That’s all you have to say, hmm?"
"I’m reeling from what happened."
"I’m not going to apologize." I tug on her luscious hair.
"I don’t want you to… You knew what I needed." She squeezes her eyelids shut and a drop of water rolls down her cheek.
I wipe it away with my thumb. "Don’t cry, little Ember."
She swallows. "How… How did you guess?"
"That you wanted to be hunted down?"
She nods.
I drag my fingers through her hair; my fingernail snags on a knot. "I didn’t, not really. It was instinct. You seemed to want to be backed into a place, a fight or flight response…"
Her forehead furrows, "What does that make me, Hawke?" She swallows. "I fought him, all those years ago. I made it difficult for him to get near my mother. Once I even shoved a knife into his arm, but it didn't stop my father from doing what he did to my mother."
My gut clenches; a growl rips out of me, "I'll always regret not being able to kill him myself."
She chuckles, "At least Jess managed to get us away from him before Sveta came of age." She draws in a breath and her chin wobbles. "I thought I'd managed to get away mostly unscathed physically. Mentally though... And emotionally?" Her chin wobbles. "The bastard sure did a number on me. His sickness lives inside of me, it's the reason I was so turned on when you forced me."
My heart squeezes; the ball of fire in my ribcage seems to glow stronger. I want to tell her to stop, to not relive those moments, but she must. If there is any hope in hell that we can salvage this relationship between us, she has to get it out. She needs to purge herself of what tainted her. She’ll never be able to forget it, but if I can help her live through it… Then I’d consider my life a success.
"Take your time, little one, I am not going anywhere."
She bites down on her lower lip. The pink flesh is creased in the middle, swollen from my ministrations. Doesn’t stop my dick from lengthening.
She stiffens, glances down, "You…you’re still inside of me."
"Does that bother you?"
"No." She peers up at me. "Yes." She swallows. "I don’t know."
Right! She's unsure how she feels about my fucking her, when we are already linked in the most intimate of fashions. What is she going to say when she discovers that you consolidated the mating bond, huh?
"You were saying..." I don’t want to remind her, but she has to relive what happened. She has to speak about it, to diminish its hold on her. It is better than keeping all of those feelings inside, where they can eat away at her.
"When you chased me earlier and took me by force—"
"It turned you on?"
She nods. Color fades from her cheeks. "What does that make me?"
"A survivor."
"I’m a twisted being who is attracted to her tormentor." She gulps.
"You’re a gorgeous woman who has the courage to face her deepest fears, a dragon shifter finally coming into her own."
She shakes her head, "I don’t want to transform. I don’t want to go into a heat cycle."
"Why not?"
"It’ll make me dependent on a mate. I’ll have to turn to a male to put me out of my misery."
"I’m not any male. I’m yours, Ember."
"This…" she swallows. "All this is wrong."
"It’s the only right I know."
"This isn’t what I want."
"You have no idea what you need."
She scowls, "And I suppose you do?"
"You betcha."
She glowers and I chuckle.
Her lips firm and sparks flare from her green eyes. She wriggles and I grip her hip.
"You’re hurting me."
"You’re a shifter; you can take it."
She makes that sound of frustration deep in her throat, the one that lodges straight in my gut. My dick twitches; my groin hardens. "Give in to me, little Ember."
She huffs, tosses her head, "I’ll never be able to give you what you want."
"I have everything I need, right here." I bend my chin, nip on her lower lip.
She hisses in pain, "I’ll never be a true mate."
"You already are, more than you’ll ever know."
"I’ll never be able to love you."
I laugh, "I have enough for the both of us."
She glances up at me, "You could have anyone. A Fae Corps hero, defender of the city, an alpha male who was born to lead..."
I can’t stop the smirk that curls my lips, "Keep going, babe."
She frowns, then twists my ear.
"Ouch," I grimace, "what was that for?"
"To remind you, that outside you may be this larger-than-life egoistical asshole, but in here—"
"I am yours."
She gazes into my eyes, her breathing shallow.
"You are all that I want, my Ember." I lean in close enough for our breaths to mingle. "You mean more to me than anything else in the world. There was only ever you."
"Even though I am sick on the inside?"
Anger twists my guts. "Stop that." I flip her over so she’s on her back. "Stop saying such cruel things about my mate."
She sniffles. "What should I say then?"
"Nothing, just let me take care of you."
"You mean…" A twinkle reflects in her eyes. "You’ll do anything I want?"
"Yes."
"Will you run me a bath?"
"Of course."
"Will you cook me a meal?"
"You bet."
"Will you let me take the lead in—"
There's a hammering on the front door.
She stills under me. I stiffen, then withdraw from her heat. I swing my legs to the ground and straighten. Glancing around, I grab my pants and step into them.
"Where are you going?"
I turn to find her sitting up on the bed. Her hair flows past her breasts, the pink tips visible between the gleaming strands. My cock twitches; my belly hardens. I take a step back. "To tell whoever is at the door to fuck off."
"Hawke." She blinks. "The Fae Corps needs your help."
"They can wait." I pivot, head for the door, then turn and glare at her. "Stay."
She throws up her hands, "Where would I go?"
I firm my lips, "Why don’t I trust you, hmm?"
I step through, close the door behind me, then lock it for good measure.
"Hawke, you didn’t do that!"
I wince. Okay, so I am being a bastard, or paranoid, or simply allowing my possessive instincts to take over. I’ve found her. I’m not going to lose her. And it isn’t the thought of Dimitri coming for us that bothers me. It is her. I’ve broken
through to her, held up a mirror to her worst fears. She is at her most vulnerable and I need more time to convince her that she can love me. Love. I shake my head. Who’d have thought, after running away from any attachment, emotions would become so important for me?
Since… Her.
Since she’d come into my life, she’d started chipping away at my barriers, she’d exposed me to the world. And damn if I am going to allow her to retreat now. I stalk to the front door as someone bangs on it again. I wrench it open, glare at the intruder.
"You?"
35
"Choke me, use me, spank me... tie me up... never let me go."
-From Charley's secret diary
Charley
I slam my fist into the bedroom door. He locked me in? I snarl. How dare he shut me in? Not that I had intended to leave him…but the very fact that he’d found it necessary to close me in here, taking choice away from me. Like he’d done earlier…and that… I’d wanted that. I push away from the door and begin to pace.
I’d wanted him to hunt me down. Needed him to chase me, overpower me, take all decisions out of my hands. For as long as I’d been the one who’d gone after him, I’d felt empowered.
I’d never thought things would change. That he’d be the one to pursue me. To confess his feelings for me. I can’t love him, can’t. Hell, I have no emotions left inside of me, not after what my father did to us. He had abused his dragon shifter wife, and she'd left, taking Jess with her.
Her other daughter—my mother—had opted to stay behind. Sweta and I had been their offspring.
How sick is that?
If Jess hadn’t returned to rescue us... I squeeze my fingers at my sides, draw in a breath. I won’t think about that. We got out, didn’t we?
Except, my father had ensured that I’ll never trust anyone with my feelings, not even Hawke. And he... My alphahole Fae deserves better. He needs someone who can love him, trust him, mate with him, bear him children... All of which, I'm not sure I am capable of.
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