by A. K. Koonce
I shift, my thighs rubbing together bring me the slightest bit of relief. But the hard ridge of his cock against my backside only makes me crave more.
“But now that you’re here…” His voice just gets darker, more dangerous with each slow drawl of his low, rumbling words. His teeth rake across my jawline and he melds closer, leaning over me so his mouth touches the corner of my lips. “... I’m not going to let you go.”
Those taunting words make demanding need click into place all through my body.
I turn my head and meet his kiss, passion for passion. He’s feral in his exploration, as his tongue dives into my mouth to claim me for his own.
This isn’t the Malek I know. I remind myself again.
Fuck, but I’d like to know more of him. I want to know his every aspect in the joining of our bodies, in slick flesh against flesh.
And Full Moon Malek seems ready to give me every single thing I ask for.
He tears away long enough to growl, “You’re mine, Izara Castillo. Mine.”
I don’t bother to question or contradict him because in this moment, I feel like I’m his. Wholly and entirely, in this moment I belong to this primitive side of him. My first friend and now something more. Our friendship has changed eternally now. Now he can’t keep me at bay ever again.
“Yesss…” It comes out as a hiss when his teeth bite the soft lobe of my ear, trembling a tingling sensation right down to my core. Every touch, every swipe of his tongue makes me burn with need.
“Say it, Izzy.” His hips grind against the thin material of my panties, while his lips caress me and his hands hold my wrists down.
His big body is dominating me completely.
And I love every fucking second of it.
“I’m yours,” I groan, jerking my ass back to meet his cock. I want my clothes to fall away. I want the burn of his touch.
“Say my name.” His hand releases me to slide down my body. He squeezes one mound of my ass briefly before he’s jerking my skirt down and over my legs, pushing it past my shoes. “Say it.” He fingers the edge of my panties, rocking back and forth, teasing the smooth skin half an inch from my opening.
Fuck, I wish I had something prettier than the cotton panties provided by the Academy, the golden shield emblem and all slapped across my ass.
He doesn’t seem to care either way. He plays with the edges, fingers slipping inside to caress the warmth of my folds for mere seconds before sliding away all over again.
“I’m yours, Malek. I’m yours. Fuck. Please.”
The tattering rip of fabric cuts through the night as he tears the panties straight off of my body.
And I don’t even care because I need him.
But Malek is thorough in his ministrations. His movements are firm, each touch of his fingertips is like a fresh brand across my skin. His rough palms slide down to cup my ass. He groans as he plays, his fingers molding my figure into his palms.
“Mine. My mat—.” He cuts the words off strangely with a deadly snarl.
His gentle touch suddenly collides hotly against my ass, and the stinging feeling spirals through my body on waves. I gasp, jerking forward, nails curling into the cold dirt.
When his fingers slide down the back of me, parting and searching until he presses hard over my clit, I cry out.
“I wanted to spare you from the beast,” he growls, and I can’t help but notice the raw guttural sound of it. It only makes all of this more erotic. “But there’s no going back now.”
His fingers dive inside me, stretching the walls of my sex. He moves, in and out. The slickness of his fingers is sensual and arches just right. He has me panting within moments, quivering against the ground while he fucks me slowly with his hand.
“Fuck,” he groans, and then his nails dig into my hips and lift them up so I’m on my knees, displayed before him on all fours.
This is primitive. Primal.
And I want every bit of it.
He bends low until his head dips behind me and the first rasp of his tongue sliding up my folds almost sends me spiraling. The air catches in my lungs and then I’m rocking against his mouth as he tastes me, his tongue diving into me and exploring.
My every gasp is a plea to go faster, harder. His fingers dance around to tease, pressing diligent circles into my clit over and over and over again, until I feel myself rising high…
And then the feeling fades.
Malek pulls away, kneeling behind me, aligning his hips with my ass.
“Look at me, Izara.”
I bite my lip but obey, afraid I’ll beg if I don’t. My body is already shaking with need, but the sight of his eyes glowing feral and yellow in the moonlight makes me whimper.
This is a new Malek.
A Malek who controls every bit of my body with delicious commanding sensations.
“This won’t be gentle,” he warns, and even if his words warn of the contrary, there’s a soft conflicting hum in the words, caring beneath the primal pleasure. “I am going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name. Until you beg for my mercy.” He palms the underside of his dick and slides it over me, poising it at my entrance. He leans forward, his bare chest brushing my back. “And even as you beg for mercy, I won’t grant it.”
Good.
Because I want every bit of the beast right now.
And then he slides into me in one hard thrust.
He fills me so entirely, so thoroughly, that my orgasm spirals through me fast and hard. I shudder beneath him even as he thrusts harder from behind, holding my hips steady as he pounds faster and faster. He’s relentless, almost violent in a way that’s too filled with pleasure to have a single hint of pain. It’s like for so long he’s held himself back from doing just this.
And now that he has me, he seems to be intent on letting the frost-bitten wind carry my shaking cries into the endless expanse of the darkness around us.
His hands reach around me and slip beneath my jacket and shirt to tease my nipples. He brushes over them fully with his palms before he pinches them abruptly and the tingling energy builds inside me all over again. His hand drifts down lower, slipping over my skin until he makes his way to the front of my sex. He pushes over my slickness where his dick thrusts hard inside me, at the edge of where our bodies meets. His thumb trails circles around my clit and it’s too much, too soon, and I’m coming again.
I drop to my elbows in the dirt. The waves of release are too much and I can’t keep myself upright even if I want to. His hands support my hips, never releasing me, as he finds his bliss inside me. And even when he does, he doesn’t stop. He continues that tormenting building sensation, filling me entirely until everything else falls away completely. There’s nothing except for his cock inside me, the slick feel of him sliding in and out, roughly rocking against my inner walls.
His energy seems endless, and I absorb every bit of it, every moment of his rasping breath, of the roughness of his chest against my back, of bare skin on bare skin. My hips slam back to meet his in a dance neither of us know the steps to, but are too caught up in each other to care.
I thought the intensity of it all was impossible up until this point, but it builds all over again, higher, until I’m panting beneath him, arching and curling into his body on uncontrollable trembling movements.
“Malek,” his name escapes my lips on a hissing, moaning breath. Just as I’m about to spiral toward that unreachable crash, he pulls back to deny it from me.
“Please, Malek.” My fingers drag into the dirt, nails cracking at the pain and torturous perfection of it all.
He hums a content sounding groan at the plea but never stops.
He moves faster, as if it could never be enough. One hand slips from my hip and slides up my spine to tangle into the roots of my long hair. He tugs, and the sting of the gesture only fuels every tumultuous emotion that rages inside of me. He pulls until I’m sitting up, until I’m practically in his lap and he dives into me from behind and ben
eath me.
Relentless. Passionate. Everything he kept so tightly locked up he unleashes onto me in vicious wave after wave of consuming sensations.
The heat of our bodies mingle as his hard chest slides along my spine, his strong arms wrapping around me in complete strength.
I turn to his kiss, biting at his bottom lip so he can feel the frustration building inside me with every thrust of my tongue against his. Together we taste like earth and sweat and tears, and nothing has ever been more delicious or wildly out of control.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. There’s no perfection in our movements, no slow seduction. This chaotic harmony is better than that, and it’s everything I never knew I needed. His hand slips down my ribs on a slow path that he’s memorized now, sliding right to my clit to build that reckless energy he keeps drawing out of me.
“Come, Izzy” he growls against my lips. “Now.”
The growling demand alone tingles through my core.
His body commands my own, and I fall into that chasm of pleasure, screaming his name into the darkness only to finally hear him follow in the end with rough, hard and deep strokes that have him almost collapsing against me. His growls turn into howls as he slowly slips his cock from the slick tightness of my body, making me feel like I lost some essential part of myself because of his absence. Hot, heavy breaths wash over my neck as he pulls me closer, as if we could merge together somehow, his beautiful, deadly Prod and mine.
“Fuck, Izzy.” Every word is becoming more beastly. “You... need... to leave. Now.” The warmth of his body slips from mine momentarily before he’s lifting me up by the hips.
I can barely stand and there’s an ache between my thighs that makes my legs tremble. I would have been content to lie in our perfect bliss and dream about all the things he just made me feel, but Malek has different ideas, and cuddling is not one of them.
His every movement is jerky as he grasps my skirt and pulls it up my shaking legs, settling it on my hips. He’s kneeling in front of me, his every muscle rippling like he’s some bronze god rising from the earth to worship me.
He looks up at me. His dark locks are plastered to his temples and forehead. Without his glasses, he looks younger. The hint of his beastly change clings to him like smoke. The carefully constructed control that was missing as he fucked me is back, and it looks like it’s taking every bit of will he has to keep the beast in check.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His lips skim across my stomach, his words muffled behind the material of my shirt. I feel his heat through the material of my clothes. His entire body is burning up. “You need to leave.”
My hands scrape through his soft tufts of hair. I’ve never taken these liberties with Malek before. I’ve never simply felt his soft dark locks.
Things are different now.
And I’m going to touch him now the way I’ve always wanted to.
“You won’t hurt me.” I bend down and press a kiss to his forehead. “You wanted me to be yours right?” I ask hesitantly, barely certain of what we said or what he promised. “I don’t believe you’d ever hurt what’s yours, Malek.”
The breath that leaves him ripples through the entire length of his body. He drops his forehead to my stomach and takes in a few calming breaths, sending shivers through my body just from how intimately he’s holding me.
“You’re right.” His fingers slip between the spaces of mine. When he pulls away, there are depths of pain in the darkness of his eyes that physically hurts. “But I’m not ready for you to see me like this. And… there are still wolves here that could harm you. I won’t let them touch you, mi corazón.”
The endearment brings a tangle of heavy emotions through my chest for a reason I don’t understand.
My heart.
When he said I was his, he meant it in all its entirety. His woman. His heart.
It is endearing and overwhelming all at the same time.
“I’ll go back.” I cup his cheek.
He nods. “Walk straight. I’ll protect you from the shadows. Go into the dorm and don't come back out. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
His body ripples again and he gives me a light shove. “Go,” he orders, dropping to all fours, his big hands fisting into the dirt.
I catch a glimpse of welts rising along his flesh and a hint of brown fur. His skin starts shredding as if invisible claws are raking through his body.
He lets out a howl of pain.
“Go!”
I turn away, no matter how hard it is, no matter how badly my body trembles and protests, I push myself faster through the woods. I shove aside branches and break away from the trees. The sad sight of the crumbling school buildings awaits me, yet I pause and half turn.
Howls pierce the night sky. A warning of a promise I must keep.
So I turn and run for Dorm J, the echoing cries of Malek’s howls following me the entire way.
Twenty-One
Izara
“You smell like wet dog.”
As far as terrible greetings go, this one is pretty high up there. Fucking incubus and the fucking jealousy and possession that gleams in his obnoxiously beautiful eyes.
It’s barely daylight outside, and he’s just sitting here facing the door like he’s waiting for me.
He’s sitting up on his bunk, his feet kicking back and forth like a child who doesn’t give a damn what monsters might lurk beneath his bed.
Aside from his constantly pouty attitude, he’s anything but a child. Massive, bulky arms cross against the perfection that is his chest, wisps of red hair fall against his temple and black demonic eyes that should be frightening, but are more annoying than anything, look up at me.
Saint sits up in bed as I close the door behind me with a cry of the hinges. The vampire’s appearance holds traces of sleep, his dark hair standing up on end, boxers askew against his lean hips. Everything about him is lazy except his bright eyes, which are alight with glee and devilry.
The only one with his eyes closed is Syko, who lies on my bunk with his palms splayed gentle over his abdomen. I know he’s awake, and aware of me by the tension that’s lining his tired face. I’m just not sure he can bring himself to care. Or maybe he does care. I don’t know. I’m confused, my body still rushing with the adrenaline that Malek’s touch provoked.
He meant it. He told me to say I was his, and that claim was more than just words to him.
I don’t know how I feel about that.
My thighs quiver. Shit, I want to fall to the ground and sleep but I have to change. I’m not wearing any panties, and my thighs are damp with pleasure and pain.
I ignore Phoenix’s charming comment and go over to the closet, pulling out a fresh pair of Academy of Six cotton panties and a clean gym t-shirt that doubles as pajamas. I really just want my own clothes.
My own things.
Anything.
“I can smell him on you, you know? I can smell sex all over you.”
Jesus fuck, there is absolutely no privacy, no sense of personal space in this fucking dorm. In this fucking school. All my secrets are bared out for everyone now, and why the fuck does Phoenix care, anyway?
“Did the mutt knot you real good?”
Anger slices through me as I whirl around. “Knotting is not a thing for werewolves.”
I can’t help but pause… is it?
“And besides, what do you care who I fuck, Phoenix?”
His long legs stand and he’s prowling the short distance over to me. His danger, anger, and violence hums around the room like the striking of a cord. I almost wish he’d push me. I’m so emotional I’ll push back. Everyone else might be afraid of the big bad incubus, but I’m not.
He looms over me, so close I can see the glare in his gaze, the tightness in his jaw. “You are my girlfriend,” he growls. “Will you let everyone fuck you while I watch?” His palms grip the front of my thighs and he spreads them. His forceful touch burns across my skin, and as he sai
d, the traces of sex still cling to me, and this violence is infinitely more erotic than it should be.
Maybe that’s the most savage thing inside me, the darkest part of my soul. I crave violence like candy. Maybe that’s why my Prod can tear people apart.
Because deep down, beneath the quiet exterior, I fucking enjoy it.
It’s the only explanation I have for relishing in Phoenix’s touch even after Malek already buried himself deep inside me, after he already claimed me.
The incubus’s palms push fully over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and I just want to push him as much as he always pushes me.
“Is that your kink? Watching?” I hold the clothes between us like some feeble barrier and tighten my fingers around them so he can’t see I’m trembling. “Is that what really pisses you off, Phoenix? That you didn’t get to watch someone else fuck me until I came again and again and again against his cock?”
His palms slide further up my thighs, pushing up my skirt and coming dangerously close to my center. Just a single slip of his fingers higher and he’ll be touching my wetness. I want it, almost as much as I wanted Malek. I want it as much as I want this infuriating demon to kiss me.
But I want him to suffer even more.
My chin tips higher, his gaze dropping to my lips that are so, so close to his.
“Watching will be your only chance to ever see me like that.” I swallow hard and he watches every emotion I’m hiding deep down inside, but I give him one more quiet promise. “Because I’m never touching you again.” I turn and push open the door of the bathroom, slamming it in his face. As soon as he’s out of sight, I lean against the door, slumping into it.
I’m so fucking exhausted. From everything. From life.
I am going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name.
A shiver drives through me at the memory of his dark rasping voice.
I stand on shaking legs and look at myself in the mirror, unsurprised at what I find there. I look like I’ve been thoroughly fucked. My hair is a tangle of dark locks, threaded through with twigs, my dirt stained cheeks are sticky with tears and my neck is covered in the soft indentations of his teeth marks.
