by Nora Ash
I felt rather than heard his chuckle vibrate against my clit. Then he flattened his tongue against my aching nub and pressed in hard, while forcing a third finger into my clenching channel.
I came so hard I nearly blacked out from the flood of pleasure assaulting my mind and body in one intense climax.
“So demanding.”
The deep voice seemed to float from somewhere above me. I opened my eyes and smiled hazily at the masked man bent over my splayed form.
“Remember how you begged for more when I fuck you again and again and again.” He leaned forward further, catching my lips in a deep kiss as he braced his weight on his hands next to my head. I tasted my own slickness on his lips, the heady tang driving home how perfectly depraved this night was.
I spread my legs wider and lifted up my pelvis to grind against his hard stomach, emboldened by the rush of endorphins bathing my mind and body. “So much talk, big hero… So little fucking.”
Lightning flashed me a wicked grin and pulled back up to undo his pants. “You really need to learn to watch that lip, little human.” A streak of red blurred in front of me, and suddenly the superhuman was kneeling on the bed, naked and hard. “One of these days, it’ll get you into some real big trouble.”
In a perfect world, I’d have shot his crude banter down with a smart comeback. But then again, in a perfect world, my lover wouldn’t be aiming an erection that looked like it belonged on a medium sized pony at me.
“Holy fuck!” My pussy contracted involuntarily, moisture seeping down my slit in either anticipation or terror. I’d never seen a cock that big—not even in porn. It must have been a good ten inches long and easily wider than my wrist.
“Indeed.” He fell down on top of me again, caging me in with his granite arms. “I’ve been aching for this since the first time I saw you. Your body drives me crazy—so soft and fragile and human.”
The darkness in his voice made me look up and into his eyes. Gone was the playful arrogance and the teasing. Only dark, primal lust stared back at me.
“Oh!” My exclamation pitched when he grabbed my hamstrings and lifted my legs up and apart, leaving me exposed and defenseless. He slid his hands up my inner thighs, keeping them spread wide for him, only to finally descend on my sopping pussy with a purely animalistic growl.
Lightning opened me up, spreading my lower lips so nothing was between him and my quivering entrance.
My heart pounded with equal measures of lust and apprehension. He was so big, and what I’d seen in his eyes just now—something so far from humanity my mind struggled to grasp its significance—scared me on an instinctive level. Buried deep in my reptilian brain, something was screaming about dangerous predators, but it couldn’t drown out how wet and ready my body was for him. How much I ached for him.
When his thick cock sank in between my pussy lips, my eyes rolled back in their sockets from relief. The heavy pressure centered the mounting thrill and focused my entire being on that one, single sensation of his warm flesh against mine.
Then he flexed his hips and drove in, and the sensation crescendoed from pure elation to a roiling turmoil of wild pleasure, intense, stretching pressure, and a sliver of pain.
“God, go slow!” I gasped and fumbled at his chest while my pussy struggled to take the brutal stretch. The last time I’d felt this full, I hadn’t had a chance to protest the size before the massive cock was fully embedded inside of me. Lightning went slower than The Shade had, but not nearly slow enough. All I could fully comprehend, all I could feel, was his girth forcing my poor pussy to submit, inch after merciless inch.
“No,” he growled above me. I moaned as he grabbed my hands in one of his and pinned them above my head. “You don’t get to make demands now. Your tight little cunt is my domain—I am in charge now, baby, and you will surrender to me.” And with that, he pushed in to the hilt in one long, smooth thrust.
I screamed.
It only hurt for a moment, my wetness allowing for his penetration without causing any serious pain. The overwhelming feeling of being filled—taken—to the brim, however, was unyielding.
Lightning grunted hoarsely as he paused, fully seated inside of me, and pressed a kiss to my parted lips. I opened my eyes when his mouth left mine and gasped at the feral expression in his eyes. He released my jaw and shifted so he could entwine his fingers with mine while still keeping my arms locked above my head. And then he moved.
“Lightning…!”
I dug my fingernails into the grooves of his knuckles as hard as I could, needing something, anything, to anchor me to reality while my pussy clamped down around his thick length. The bulging rim of his mushroom head dragged against my g-spot, only to shove it roughly back when he reversed the movement to once again fill me. There was nothing in the world but his cock, nothing but his long, slick thrusts and my spasming pussy being penetrated deep and hard.
I wailed for each time he bottomed out in me, but when he finally released my hands to grab my hips so he could increase the pace, I had no intention of trying to get free from underneath him. Instead, I clutched on to his back and bit down on his shoulder to stem my screams as Lightning sped up.
He lied when he said he wouldn’t go slow before, because in comparison to this—he had been gentle.
The hero pounded my soaking pussy harder and faster than any human could have hoped to replicate, the brutal force demanding my full submission. It didn’t take long for my body to comply, too overcome with the sheer power of his thrusts to object.
My pussy clenched hard around the invasion, and as it did, Lightning pressed a thumb to my clit and rubbed.
The tight coil in my core snapped at the dual assault, and I cried out in a guttural outburst as I came, my pussy milking his thick shaft.
Lightning paused and rested inside of me while I came down. Light touches to my face followed by a soft kiss on my lips made me look up at him in time to see the hot possessiveness in his glowing eyes. It made warmth spread in my chest—something I thankfully had no ability to dwell on too much in my post-orgasmic haze and with Lightning’s hard and demanding cock still lodged inside.
“Ready for more, lover?”
Even in my blissed-out state, I couldn’t hold back an amused snort. “Do I have a choice?”
His grin was decidedly dark. “No.”
“Good.” I wrapped my legs around his lower back and my arms around his neck, pulling him down close. As much as I’d regret it in the morning, some deep, depraved part of me was craving to be fucked until I had nothing left to give.
Lightning rolled his hips and I gasped, biting down hard on my lip as he bottomed out again. He tangled his hands in my hair, pulling my head back so he could trace my exposed throat with his lips and teeth while he drove into me.
My tight sheath clung to him for each thrust, but my body accommodated him more easily now. The thick rim of his head felt like pure ecstasy as it rubbed my g-spot over and over, and the wet noises and hoarse grunts filling my loft only fueled my pleasure.
Just when a new orgasm began to build, Lightning changed position.
He grabbed me by the hips, pulled out, and flipped me over to my stomach. I squealed in surprise, only to whimper when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled so I was forced up on my hands and knees, neck arched back. That was all the warning I had before Lightning pushed in between my soaked folds and forced himself inside of me.
I grunted as his heavy balls slapped my pussy lips, the new position making me feel him even more keenly than before. His grip on my hair stopped me from shifting forward to ease the pressure in my pussy, leaving me no choice but to take it. All of it.
When he started thrusting, I abandoned all attempts of holding back my screams. I yowled and cried and tore at the bedding while he fucked into me so fast and rough the bed banged against the wall hard enough for the whitewash to peel off the bricks and crumble to the floor. Somewhere in the torrent of pleasure and delicious agony I knew that this
was the real sex—this was what he’d been waiting for while pleasuring and preparing my body. He wasn’t human, and nothing about this fucking was human, either.
His snarls of pleasure made a steady undertone for my loud wails, while the thwack of his thighs against my ass and hamstrings punctuated the brutal rhythm he was pounding me with.
Only when he released my hair and pressed his hand against my clit did my focus sway from the ruthless penetration. Lightning pinched my little nub until it throbbed, and then rubbed it as hard and fast as he was fucking me.
My responding scream pitched higher than before, and I bucked to try and escape the too-intense stimulation.
Lightning didn’t budge, keeping me firmly in place while never letting up the thrusts into my spasming pussy, and eventually, my body caved. The sharps shocks turned to burning pleasure and I pressed down for more, inadvertently tilting my hips in the process. His next thrust went straight into my g-spot, and I saw stars.
My climax came like a flood, breaking the banks of my mind and drowning me with pure, raw sensation. There was nothing but sharp, powerful pleasure and darkness for what felt like an eternity.
Then a hard sting at the nape of my neck ripped me back to reality. A reality where I was screaming until my throat was raw, and my body twitched and spasmed underneath the heavy press of the man lying on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. Warm semen pulsed inside of me, milked from the thick cock now slowly rocking back and forth against my cervix.
When I finally stopped coming, Lightning stilled on top of me. He released my neck from his bite and wrapped his big body around my backside, completely covering my damp skin, and gently nuzzled against my cheek.
“You okay?”
“Mmhm.” I was more than okay. I was completely spent and sore in places that had only ever been reached once before, but the afterbuzz of my violent orgasm and the feel of his strong body protecting me from everything and everyone far overshadowed my exhaustion.
Lightning kissed my cheek and earlobe at my confirmation that he hadn’t irreparably broken any important parts of me, and then nuzzled at the bite mark he’d left on my neck. I groaned, annoyed at the slight sting, and then sighed with pleasure as he began soothing it with long, slow licks. My eyes drifted shut to the sound of a soft rumble vibrating from his chest and into my lax body.
Seven
I think I dozed off for a bit, because when I opened my eyes again, I was curled up on my side with an arm and a leg splayed over Lightning’s naked body. He had an arm hooked around my back and was stroking his other hand through my tangled hair, much like one would pet a sleeping cat.
“That was amazing,” I mumbled. I pressed my nose against his neck and inhaled his delicious musk. Why did even his smell make my body hum?
His arm constricted around me for a moment, pulling me closer to him, but he didn’t answer.
The unusual quietude made me glance up to see his soft lips pinched to a narrow line.
“Lightning? Is something wrong?”
His eyes flickered down to meet mine. A glimmer of unease swirled in their blue depths.
“Not a thing, Kittykat. Go back to sleep.”
So that was a lie. I blinked, my brain slowly pulling itself from the foggy depths of pleasure-induced sleep in alarm. With some effort, I raised up on an elbow so I could glare down at his still-masked face.
“Don’t you try to lie to me. Don’t you think we’re past that by now?” I made a sweeping motion over our entangled bodies.
Lightning scoffed. “You think every girl I fuck gets to know my secrets?”
The words were like a slap. I reeled back, grabbing for the covers to hide my naked form. “What did you just say?”
He sighed and pushed up into a half-seated position, resting on both elbows. “Look, don’t take it personally. I know the mark makes you susceptible to all sorts of feelings, but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not your boyfriend, and we’re not going to do the whole ‘post-coital conversation.’ ”
Anger welled up to compete with the unexpected hurt blooming in my chest, caused by the man who had just spent a few hours making me feel so wonderful and safe. I’d not as much as mentioned any type of possible commitment, and—
Hang on.
The mark.
The goddamn mark.
I reached for the back of my neck where the remnants of his bite throbbed unpleasantly, as if it was agitated by my anger.
He’d bitten me. Again. He’d only fucked me so he could mark and claim me fully.
Realization made the anger tip into absolute rage. I lifted my hand and brought it down on his chest before I even knew what I was doing. The sting in my palm felt good—it distracted me from the betrayal threatening to overwhelm my heart.
“Get out!”
“Kathryn—”
“Get. Out. You come in here and think you can use me in your pissing contest with The Shade? And then you dismiss me, because you think I have feelings for you? I’m not the one who’s determined to claim ownership over you, am I? So get the fuck out of my apartment, and don’t you dare come back! I am not a thing you can own, and I am done with you. You hear? Done! Get out!”
For a moment we were staring at each other, and through my anger and hurt I thought I saw something… almost pained in the depths of his eyes. Then he nodded once, and the air around the bed swiveled red, blurring my vision. When I blinked, it was over. And Lightning was gone.
I cried. I cried, and I hated myself for it.
He didn’t deserve my tears, nor the dull sense of betrayal and hurt in the pit of my stomach. He was right—he wasn’t my boyfriend, and even before he’d told me I was just another girl he’d fucked, I hadn’t liked him all that much. Falling into bed with him was just the result of a night filled with adrenaline spikes and the pheromones superhumans exuded—nothing else.
So why was my chest so hollow and sore from our confrontation?
I rubbed irritably at the mark. Maybe he was right—maybe the damn thing did mess with my emotions. It was still throbbing uncomfortably, an ever-present reminder of Lightning.
I finally gave up trying to fall asleep, wrapped my top blanket around my body, and padded barefoot to the freezer. Once I’d stocked up on chocolate ice cream, I plopped down on my sofa and turned on the TV. If anything could get my head straight again, it was mindless nighttime TV and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s.
And that’s how The Shade found me about an hour later.
“Hello, Kathryn.”
I jolted from my nest of blankets and chocolate drips and whipped my head around in time to see his dark figure step out of the shadows.
Maybe I should have been scared at the sight of him, or at the very least a little anxious, but after the onslaught of emotions this night had brought, I didn’t have any more angst left in me.
“Hello,” I sighed before turning back around to the TV. “Whatever you’re here for, I’m really not in the mood.”
Only silence met my less than thrilled greeting, but I could sense him move behind me.
“You are unhappy.” His voice sounded right above my head, and I couldn’t help but tip my head back at the sound. He leaned forward, bracing both hands on the back of my sofa so he could stare down into my eyes. “Why?”
“It’s just been a bad night. What do you want?” I had no desire to explain my encounter with Lightning to The Shade, so even though I was completely out of coping ability when it came to superhumans, I still tried to turn his attention back on whatever had made him break into my home this time.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
“Did the mayor harm you?”
I shook my head. “No. Your plan worked brilliantly—he, and everyone else at that party, thought I was a complete dimwit. I’m even writing an article fawning over all the pretty dresses and artificially whitened smiles to solidify my reputation as an airhead. I’m good, really.”
“You’re not,” he simply stated. When
I straightened my neck back up again, his gloved finger on my chin pushed my head back so we could keep eye contact. “You’re also naked.”
The change of direction momentarily confused me—long enough for his eyes to narrow ever so slightly at my silence. And then he was crouched on the sofa next to me, pushing the blanket around my shoulders to the side.
“Hey, stop that!” I swatted at his hands to preserve some modesty, but he didn’t try to yank the entire thing off me. Once my shoulder was exposed, he dipped his head and inhaled deeply at the spot where my shoulder and neck joined. The deep growl that followed made all the small hairs on my body stand on end.
“I smell Lightning all over you.” The angry tone wasn’t accusatory, nor was it a question. “Did he force you?”
“No, of course he didn’t force me!” Perhaps I should have lied and said he did. The Shade had made it plenty clear that he considered me his. But the sheer ridiculousness of his question made the truth burst out before I’d even had a chance to think about the consequences.
“Then why are you upset?”
I blinked in surprise at his lack of anger at me—it all seemed to be directed at Lightning, and at the fact that I was “upset.” In what fucked up world did the villain care if I was upset?
“Why do you care so much?” I shot back. “To you, I’m just a purchased good—nothing more than your whore, really. Lightning told me how a claim works for you supes.”
The Shade’s nostrils pulled up in obvious disgust. “It’s nothing that simple.”
“Really? You call me ‘yours,’ like I’m something you own, and think you can make demands of who I see and where I go.”
“I protect you. That’s entirely different.”
Annoyance rose in my gut, burst through my chest, and came out my throat in a bitter laugh. “Yeah, right. Because you are such a good guy, Mr. Murderer-of-Innocents. It’s not like we call you The Shade because of your black suit. You are as corrupt as the city itself, and you feast on its misery. So excuse me if I don’t see a massive difference in your favor here.”