by Mason, Ava
“I’ll never know until you show me.” I reached between my legs and grabbed his cock, leaning forward, and placed it right at my opening. “Take me, Tallon. I’m yours.”
“Fuck, Carrie.” Groaning, he slid his cock straight up into my willing cunt. It burned as he pushed deep inside me, stretching me, because I’d never taken a man that big before. I stiffened as it chafed but he slowed to a stop.
“Just relax, baby, and let this dragon take good care of you.” He wrapped his hand around me to play with my pussy lips, easing in slowly, until my slick juice was running down my thighs and I was full of him. He seated himself deep inside me, so deep that I could feel his balls settle against my ass, and stopped, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.
“Don’t worry, my little lamb.” He brushed my hair from my back, kissing it softly. “You’re safe.” His other hand soothed my side as his lips caressed my skin, licking and sucking until I was burning with the need for him to take me. I groaned and began to move, forcing him to pull out then thrust inside me. He choked, sucking in air, then began to burn with his own need as he clasped my hips, thrusting in and out, harsher, as if he had to fuck me or he would die.
I gripped the bar but he jerked me upright, wrapping his arm around my chest, holding me to him. Clasping my neck, he used his thumb to push my face towards him, kissing me. I closed my eyes and moaned as his other hand went to my pussy, masterfully playing with my lips as he thrust into me at the same time.
“You like my cock? Like how it feels you up, so full and big?” His hand gripped my jaw tight, his voice breathless as he took me.
“Yes, baby, yes,” I gasped, loving the way he felt inside me. I was stretched to the brink.
“You want me to come inside you, mark you as mine?”
“Yes!” I cried out, needing to feel his cum inside me, slick and warm.
“Are you mine, Carrie? Do you belong to me?” His voice was a growl.
“Yes, baby. I’m yours.”
He pounded into me, taking me harshly, making me burn inside. His fingers flicked and scratched against my clit. I was so fucking close to the edge but something was keeping me from falling over it.
Suddenly, his thumb on my jaw pushed my face towards the door. “You sure, baby? Tell me you belong to me.”
I opened my eyes to see Denver leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed at his chest, staring right into my eyes.
* * *
His gaze burned into me as we stared at each other. I knew that Tallon knew he was there too, that he had brought me here on purpose, somehow knowing that Denver would show up.
“Well, little lamb?” Tallon’s voice was rough by my ear, still pounding into me. “Who do you belong to?”
Not taking my eyes off Denver, I nodded my head. “You, Tallon. I belong to you.”
“Fuck, Carrie.” Tallon pounded even harder into me. I mewled as my body stretched and pulled, my breasts bounced as Tallon took me forcefully while Denver’s eyes took us in. But I couldn’t pull myself away from Denver’s stare, almost willing him to come to us.
Suddenly he moved, prowling towards us, not losing eye contact as he came to stand in front of me. He couldn’t hide the anger and lust in his eyes, or the way his dick bulged in his pants. Then he growled out, his hand coming to touch my face.
“You waiting on something, Kid?”
There was something wild and savage about having Tallon fuck me while Denver’s anger pulsed into me.
And yet, somehow I knew that both of these men belonged to me.
I was going to take them both and keep them.
“Yes. You.” I reached out and pulled Denver to me, kissing him. He growled, gripping his hands against the nape of my neck and shoved his tongue between my lips, taking my mouth forcefully. Tallon’s hand on my chin tightened possessively, but he slowed his thrusting, and brought his lips to my neck, licking and sucking both my skin and Denver’s fingers.
It felt so fucking right to have both of them inside me, each of them holding me as if they waged a war between them as to who could take me first. I grinned inside, because I knew that they were both mine. And when it was time, I would claim them both.
So I closed my eyes, feeling and fucking, enjoying the feel of their hands roaming my body, touching and licking and tasting and kissing. I ground my ass against Tallon and clasped Denver to me so forcefully that it was almost as if we fused as one. His hand slid down my body and he groaned into my mouth as his fingers slid inside my pussy lips, so wet and slippery. Tallon began pounding into me harder, both hands clasped on my hips now.
And fuck, it felt so good. I was so close to another orgasm, and I wanted to have it with both them inside me. I felt myself going high, higher, almost to the edge. Denver suddenly pulled away, groaning, and then he clamped down the nape of my neck with his teeth.
I came so harshly that my whole body violently shuddered at the same time as Tallon, and I could feel the slick juices of his cum warming me, then sliding down my thighs as he convulsed against my back. Sucking in deep breaths I leaned against Tallon’s chest, watching Denver’s burning eyes as he stared at my neck.
Then he ran his finger over it; it was burning and wet. Bringing his finger to my face, he traced it over my cheeks like war paint. The smell was tinged with copper. I clasped my hand to my neck, feeling blood ooze through my fingers and my mouth dropped open in shock. He’d painted my face with my own blood. Did he just fucking claim me?
Denver smirked, then leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Enjoy him while you can, because soon, your pussy will be mine.”
He gripped my chin and kissed me forcefully, then took a step back and looked into Tallon’s face. “This.” He pointed into Tallon’s chest, accentuating each word. “Is. War.”
“You got it.” Tallon didn’t hesitate; his voice was strong and sure.
Denver smirked, then he turned around, and walked away.
“Denver!” I called after him but he ignored me, disappearing into the darkness of the night.
I turned towards Tallon, who was staring at the retreating form of Denver, my hand still pressed to my neck. It was taking its sweet time healing.
“What the hell was that?”
His eyes slowly moved towards my face, giving me a lazy shrug. “It’s just Denver, being Denver.” Then his thumb came to my cheek, and he pressed it over where Denver had touched me, marking me with his cum.
“God, you guys really are animals.” He gave me a smug look and I scowled, pointing at his chest. “You. You brought me to the barn, knowing that he would come here.”
The smug look drained from his face and his beautiful hazel eyes clouded over. “I know. And I’m sorry. It was an asshole thing to do.”
“It was. Why did you do it?”
He closed his eyes and clasped his hands to my cheeks, pulling me close to rest his head on mine. It took him a moment to speak, but when he did, his voice was low, and rumbled softly against my face. “Do you remember that first night when we met you at Crosby’s?”
I nodded.
“And you remember that I told you you were lucky that I was interested in you?”
I scowled, but nodded again.
He hesitated and his throat bobbed. “I said that because I was jealous of the way you were looking at Denver.”
I pulled my head back to look up at him. “What?”
He finally looked down at me, his serious hazel eyes staring into mine. “I brought you here because I had to know that you wanted me, and that, given the choice, you would choose me over him.”
“But why, Tallon?”
“Because, Carrie,” he took in a deep breath, “because Denver has always had everything. Money, cars, friends. He was always popular, and even when we were young, he had girls all over him. He attracted them like pollen to a bee.” He paused to take in another breath, except it was a defeated gesture. “And I don’t begrudge him for that, not anymore. That’s the life he was born into; th
at’s just how it is for him, always. He almost can’t help it.” Looking up, I could see the insecurity in his eyes. “But I had to know that you didn’t want me because I could give you access to him, like everyone else. I needed to know that you wanted me for me. Because Carrie,” his hands went to my cheeks, gripping them tight as his face darkened, “I knew that if I took you, then I was never letting you go. You are mine now. I’m never letting you go.”
I stared at him in awe, feeling his love for me wash over me, knowing that I wanted him with every fiber of my being. He placed his hand on my chest, over my heart.
“I wanted this the minute I saw how fiercely you protected you Alpha, how you looked at your clan like you would do anything for them.” He swallowed hard. “And I knew that I wanted you to look at me, just like that. Just like you’re looking at me right now.”
I nodded, knowing that he was right, I was looking at him that way. Because in these few short days, he had become everything to me, and I knew that I would never leave him. He’d have to cut himself out of my chest to get rid of me.
“But,” now I had to be certain, “are you sure, it’s not because of our new connection?”
“Yes.” He nodded, his finger tracing over my lips. “I want you so bad. You have no idea, my little lamb.” His voice was intense, possessive.
Relief poured over me, because I felt the same way. I shook my head. “I’m never letting you go, either.” Then I scowled, nipping at his fingers playfully. “You tricked me.”
“I did. And I’m sorry about that.”
“You have to promise that you will never do that again.”
He nodded solemnly and put his fingers up in the Boy Scouts gesture. “I swear that I will never do it again.”
I smiled as a feeling of happiness washed over me. “You really want to keep me?” I wasn’t so sure why I needed to hear it again, but I did.
He wrapped his arms around me, staring down at me as he held me close. “My heart beats for you Carrie. I will die the day you leave me.”
“Fuck,” I exhaled, my lips parting in surprise at his seriousness. I leaned up to kiss him softly.
He traced my cheek with his thumb as we kissed, then he pulled back. “You’re spending the night.”
It wasn’t a question but I nodded anyways. “Yes.”
“Do you need to call anyone to let them know?”
I gave him a sly grin and shook my head. “No.”
He gasped in pretend shock. “You tricky little wolf.”
I nodded. “Yep, and you’d better get used to it.”
He laughed and the sound was carefree and happy. Then he leaned down, softly kissing the spot where Denver had bit me. It was still burning, and my blood was slowly draining down my chest. For some reason, it wasn’t healing.
“We’ll have to take care of this.” I was about to ask him what he meant but he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, smacking my ass as he carried me towards the house. “You’d better get used to me fucking you all night long, because that’s what we’re going to be doing for the next several nights.”
“But what about my clothes?” I reached my hand out for them but he kept on going. I was completely naked, on display for anyone to see, while he only had his zipper undone.
“Don’t worry about them, darlin’. You won’t be needing them for a while.”
He took me to his room, fortunately we saw no one along the way, and he lay me down in his bed. I felt like a queen splayed out on it as his lips moved over my whole body with gentle kisses. His fingers lightly brushed my skin, touching my whole body, and I came just from the way he was caressing me. Then he slid up inside me again, taking me soft and gentle. I writhed under him, my whole body aching in need as he slid up inside me, cupping my cheeks and kissing me deeply, lovingly. Then he came inside me, his mouth over mine, grunting softly. I wrapped my legs around him possessively as he jerked against me.
After cleaning up, I fell asleep in his bed with his broad body curled around my back, his large hands cupping me possessively. I woke up in the night with his mouth on my cunt, his fingers deep up inside me. He fingered me roughly, then fucked me harshly, possessively, as if he was afraid I would disappear.
When we woke, he made me breakfast and, in the middle of putting a bite of egg into my mouth, he growled, jerked me out of my chair and into his lap. I straddled him as he cupped my cheeks to devour my face with his lips. Then he fucked me again in the middle of the kitchen. He hammered his claim into me, pushing me harder as my own need drove me to let him take me as much as possible. I wanted every single piece of him, and every time he fucked me, the broken pieces of my heart melded around his, and I knew that he was mine, and mine alone.
We spent the whole day like that, fucking, showering, and sometimes, we just sat on his bed talking. When the evening came, we hung out with his parents and ate dinner with them. His mom pulled out pictures of him when he was a kid, and I stole one of him with muddy boots and a wide-tipped hat, a piece of long grass in his mouth. He was leaning against a horse with a smirk on his face, looking like a true cowboy.
I wore his clothes when I needed to be dressed, and he stripped me when the night came again, taking me just like I wanted - like he owned me, cherished me, and loved me.
We both knew that he had to go back to work the next day, and I had to go back to helping Lizzy and my mamá. We didn’t exactly know how this would work, but we spent the night together, acting as if we were going to spend an eternity like this. And when we were done, I drifted off to sleep in his bed, his arms wrapped around me again, content and happy.
But just before I fell asleep, my mind flit to the one thing bothering me. The one thing I wanted to bring up and yet, was afraid to. It sat at the bottom of my purse, tugging at my mind, making me question my whole world. I felt a slight uneasiness, like something wasn’t quite right in the world, and that something, someone, was watching us. And then sleep pulled at my mind and I gave in to the darkness.
Afterword
Blaze
I sat in the darkness because it suited me. I was familiar with it by now and it shrouded me like a blanket, cold and comforting, concealing me in its depths. Fear made my muscles ache and I tried stretching them out but it did no good. I was used to that though. I’d lived my life in abject horror of the mistakes of my past, and every second was spent watching over my shoulder, waiting for it to catch up to me.
I didn’t know if it was the introduction of Carrie into my life that brought it to a head, sweeping into my life like the almighty grim reaper. Or, regardless of her presence, if it would’ve met up with me now anyhow.
Maybe, my time had just come.
But come, it had.
I was almost ready for it - welcoming it to drown me in the depths of its murkiness and sweep me away. I was convinced no one would come looking for me. Tallon and Denver were too preoccupied with their petty fight, and my parents would almost be as relieved as I would be to have me gone. No one would pay the toll to the Ferryman to take my life into the afterworld, but instead, I would be whisked away with the River, forever forgotten, damned for eternity.
My only hesitation was Carrie - I wondered if I’d made enough of an impact on her life that she would ever think of me. Ask for me.
I would like to say no, that I hadn’t. But there was something different about her that made me hesitate.
Maybe it was the way that she reacted towards me that was so different than the others. She didn’t flinch when she saw my anger, or show pity when she saw my pain. She just looked like she understood it. Accepted it.
I almost thought… No. I tried to push the thought away but it came back with a vengeance, hammering into my mind, forcing me to consider it.
I almost thought that she would be capable of taking my pain, swallowing it up inside her, and then never letting it go.
To let it rot inside her body, instead of mine, and to allow me heal.
It was a hopeful thought,
one that came from out of nowhere, and thus, useless.
I was alone, and soon, very soon, insignificant. There was no magic healing, no crystal ball predicting a better future for me, no magical creature forgiving enough to accept me.
And so, until that time came, I was only the silent watcher, waiting in the blackness of the night to take back what was rightfully mine.
* * *
Using my scope, I watched Denver interrupt Tallon and Carrie fucking in the barn. When Carrie kissed Denver, my dick went immediately hard.
They were beautiful, the three of them together. Almost transcendent perfection. They didn’t see it, but it was obvious from where I was perched.
It had been increasingly hard to stay hidden in the shadows, but control in this moment was absolutely necessary. A little bit later, Tallon threw Carrie over his shoulder, taking her to his bed, and I was tempted to join them. There was a thin line between need and hate. I needed to be inside Carrie almost as much as I hated the thought of it.
I was stronger than my baser self though, and so I forced my will over my lust. Now wasn’t the time for that.
They spent the night and the next day screwing and I knew by the second night that they would be exhausted. It didn’t bother me - I was a patient man. And watching them together wasn’t the worst thing I could be doing. To be quite honest, it was fucking hot. And even though she was a wolf, I could appreciate the wildness with which she fucked.
When they finally settled into a deep sleep, I crawled out from my hiding place and made for the west side of the house, away from the horse stables. The sky was dark, swallowing me whole as I snuck through the shadowed night.
Because the Hoffman mansion was extremely large, and a lot of the help lived in various parts of the house, the alarms were separated into several sections. But I had the master code and so, slipping inside was simple. I silently moved past the housekeeping section, then the room where the butlers, Jonathan and his son, snored loudly. Reaching Tallon’s wing, I was extra careful not to wake his parents - they were light sleepers. When I got to Tallon’s room, I stopped just inside his door, transfixed by the sight.
