Ian flings me off him.
I land on a soft surface—a bed—and my eyes widen as I realize where I am.
The room from our last dream.
His room, apparently.
Ianthen grabs my ankles, bringing me to him with a rough tug. His eyes are full-on black, light pulsing like crazy through those staples on his inner arms. Jaw twitching, he bends my legs and pulls them apart.
You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t—
He fists the material above his chest and rips his shirt off.
My mind goes blank at the sight of his upper body. All those insane muscles, that golden skin and its perfect taste . . .
“We’re happening, Sol.”
It’s the only warning I get.
This time, instead of dematerializing my clothes, he shreds my tanktop clear off, ripping my bra down the middle with the move.
My breasts spill out, the sight of them lurid, even to me.
Stop him, Sol. Stop him. I can’t. My clit’s so swollen, my body empty. Even as I struggle to pull myself out of the sexual haze, I can’t stop grinding on him, hips circling.
His expression tightens, agonized. “Fuck yeah. You’re fucking mine.”
Outrage sparks at that statement and I tense.
Groaning, he melts into me, lips parting around my nipple, fangs grazing me as he sucks me into his mouth.
Chapter 37
SOLERIA
T hose sharp fangs. His hot tongue. His fingers dig deep into my tits, squeezing them ruthlessly. Painfully.
I cry out, arching beneath his weight.
Against my nipple, he moans my name. His hips jerk into me; again, full power—full strength.
My entire body rocks on the bed.
Eyes flashing wide open, I stare at the ceiling in shock as my body disintegrates from the inside out.
My second immortal orgasm hits me with all the strength of a god damned supernova, pulling apart the atoms of my body one wave at a time. The pleasure is so intense that my voice gets stuck in my throat.
“Gods. You fucking came for me again? Just like that?” With another rough groan, Ianthen switches to my other breast, licking it, sucking it—he presses a kiss to my nipple, the side of my breast, loving it. “I adore these big tits.” His teeth sink in, deep enough to pinch but not deep enough to tear skin.
I want him to.
I’m twitching beneath him, trying to rearrange my reality after that orgasm, but I’m still coherent enough to panic at that thought.
Don’t you start bringing blood into this. You know what it means when that happens. The girls told me enough.
Ian tongues my pierced nipple one last time, reaching between us to yank off my pants. “Fucking leather. So sexy. Been driving me wild. Do you have any idea how magnificent your ass looks in these?” Somehow, he pulls them and my boots off in one move.
My heart thunders at the sight of him, so big, so male between my legs, undressing me. Those all-black eyes eat me up, pure sex glinting in that stare. Moonlight leaks in through the open balcony doors, highlighting every perfect angle on him.
Beautiful male.
Beautiful, treacherous male.
My breath hitches, pain and desire choking me. “Ianthen,” I whisper, trying to ease back. “Wait.”
Expression tense, jaw pulsing, he grabs my wrists and forces my hands to his jeans. “Take it, baby. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to. Just use me.”
My fingers twitch. Beneath those jeans, his dick is even bigger than I remembered it. I can see the outline of his fleshy tip through the material. I have no doubt that if I touch him, I’ll feel those jeans damp.
I want it. Want it so bad.
But even as my body softens for him, yearning emptying me of almost all logic, one thought is too powerful to repress.
That’s the same dick he went to give to her. To that female.
Right after my then-human body failed to accept the size of him. His strength.
Swallowing, I blink as fast as I can. I will not fucking cry for this asshole. I won’t. “Ianthen, I can’t. I can’t—”
Using the hold on my wrists, he tugs me back into him, giving me a taste of what fucking him as an immortal will be like.
Domineering.
Borderline rude.
This male is the type of guy that expects his female to submit to him entirely and won’t take no for an answer.
Pussy against his cock, I bite my lip, staring down at the sight we make. I’m naked except for my lacy, pink thong. My demon markings frame my body, my spread thighs. In the middle, he’s holding my outstretched arms.
My pierced tits are squished between them, looking even more obscene.
But it’s the sight of him, again, that leaves me shaking.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything to you if you don’t want it to,” he repeats in a soft voice, although his fangs are huge and his eyes are monstrous.
I swear I can hear his heart pounding from here.
“Doesn’t have to, Sol.” Said even lower this time. Coaxing.
But it will. We both know it. I can see it in his eyes. “Don’t . . . don’t give me a choice.”
A hard shake of his head. He seems far gone, more animal instinct than coherence. “Not like that, Sol. Not—”
“Do it,” I murmur, every inch of my body twitching with hunger. “Please. Take me before I stop you.”
He squeezes his eyes closed, clearly fighting with himself. “Tell me you need it. Let me hear you say it.” Those eyes snap back open, as if he refuses to miss the sight of me when I do say it.
My nails sink into my palms and I barely stop myself from breaking the skin. My pussy is so wet I know he can see my soaked thong. “Please. I—my pussy needs it. So bad.”
His jeans dematerialize, along with the thong. Fully naked, he climbs on the bed between my legs, leaving mere inches separating us.
His dick bobs with the movement, the head wet with pre-cum. “You want ‘it’, baby?” Another slide, his left knee tucking into my hip, his thigh against the back of my thigh. Clenched fists press into the mattress on either side of me, forearms flexing. His erection throbs again. “Or me?”
Eyes locked on his junk, I lick my lips, fucking vibrating for it and hating his guts. “You. God, I want you.”
He lets go of my wrists and falls on me. I have a split second to register the feel of all that hot skin against mine—
His tongue thrusts into my mouth, ruthlessly taking over.
Snapping my arms around him, I choke on a moan, grinding my pussy on his cock.
He cups his hands over the top of my head gently, even as he kisses me hard enough to cause me pain; I don’t give a damn. Can’t. Not with how good he tastes. How luscious his lips and tongue are. “I love every inch of that sweet, hot mouth,” he growls.
I come, just like that, my pussy creaming all over him while I writhe like a maniac beneath him.
“Fucking hell . . . you’re so fucking responsive to me.” Brows furrowed, staring into my eyes, he rolls his hips in it, getting his dick wet. “I’m about to come.” Hooking one arm under my knee, he lifts my leg and spreads me even wider. “Have so much cum for you.”
“Give it to me. Inside.” My nails sink right into his huge shoulders, drawing blood. The scent hits me instantly and I can’t lie . . . it’s sexy as fuck. No. Don’t go there!
Ianthen pulls me back to the moment, his dick sliding down my cleft. “You want my cum inside you, baby? Filling you up until you’re leaking it?”
The . . . visual. Fuck. Me. “Y-yes. Oh god, yes. Give it to—”
He plunges inside me, base-deep with a single thrust.
“Ian!”
Grunting, he stares down at me, expression torn between agony and panic. “Fuck, Sol. Fuck. You’re taking me.” He pounds into me; my vision shatters into sparks of light. “That gorgeous pussy is taking my whole cock.” More hammering thrusts.
The entire floor
seems to bounce as the bed bangs into it.
Power roars everywhere—his, mine. The white and blue tendrils of his intertwine with the blue, white, and red arches of mine, becoming almost indistinguishable.
Pleasure slams into my chest—right into my motherfucking heart—and I swear I feel that agony he’s feeling.
The sheer panic.
In the background, I can hear a woman sobbing. Babbling. Me? “It’s so good, baby. It’s so fucking good. Ohmigod, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
My hair is fisted, tugged back hard.
Ianthen licks at my mouth, looking even more lost to his werewolf half. “Look at me. I need to look into those beautiful eyes while I fill you with my cum.” His voice is hoarse. Grabbing the backs of my knees, he spreads me wider, pistoning with more force. “Gods, Sol. You’re everything. I knew it was you. Knew it.”
Then why’d you break my fucking heart?! I want to scream, but my mouth is still busy rambling. “Give it to me. Come in my fucking pussy, baby.”
His head snaps back, the veins on his throat bulging as he growls. “You’re. So. Fucking. Sexy.”
I sink my nails into the back of his neck next, ripping a moan out of us both. “Now, Ian. Baby, now.”
He leans over me, my leg draped over his arm again. The move nearly folds me in half, opening me up for his thrusts even more. With a breathless laugh, he grits his teeth, staring down at where my pierced cunt is taking his brutal pounding. “You’ll demand it from me. Won’t give me a choice. You want it that bad, don’t you?”
My nails sink in deeper, tears flooding my eyes. I can’t even answer him, my voice breaking on tiny, needy moans.
“I can feel you. Squeezing so tight. Demanding it with that beautiful pussy.” Staring at my bouncing tits, he reaches between us, fingering my piercing. “Take that dick, baby. It’s all yours.”
Thighs shaking. Tension gathering.
Heart breaking all over again.
“Liar,” I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut.
His next thrust is a warning. Open your eyes.
I’m so close. Too close. Fast approaching that point of no return. That edge where he’ll have all the advantage.
“It’s yours, Sol. I know you can feel it. Fuck baby, you’re so tight.”
Choking on a sudden scream, I orgasm around him, a violent, invasive experience. The pleasure demolishes my cells, the abused organ sputtering in my chest.
Frenzied, Ian hooks my other leg over his arm, completely splitting me. Our skin slaps, barely heard over the frantic sounds we’re making. He holds my stare until he seems to not be able to any longer.
Pressing his face to the pillow next to my head, he long-dicks me as if he’s trying to break me, groaning with pain. “I’m about to give it to you. It’s so fucking perfect,” he moans, right next to my ear.
My breath choppy and loud, all I can do is hold on for the ride, my teeth chattering with every thrust.
My entire life I waited to find a man who could fuck me like this; zero consideration, just barbaric need.
Why did it have to be him? Why? Why?
“Sol, baby. I’m about to—you’re throbbing so hard on my cock.”
That gravely voice in my ear . . . “Please. Please.” Low spoken words; a needy, frightened plea.
He freezes—
Screaming into the pillow, he jerks uncontrollably into me.
Fire erupts inside me and this time his name leaves me on a high-pitched scream. Pinpoints of light flash behind my lids. His shaft pulsates and just knowing his cum is in me drives me wild.
My walls clench his erection, as if somehow demanding more.
Still hard, Ianthen falls on me, panting into the pillow.
The bed breaks, collapsing in the middle.
“Shit!”
“What the fuck?” It takes me a second to fully realize what happened.
Ianthen eases back and lifts me up with him, his chest already bouncing with his chuckles. He flashes off the bed, holding me to him. Focusing on the bed, he wills it back together. Palming the back of my head, he tugs me even closer, his still hard erection pressed between us. “You know, things here are made to last a lot more than on Earth.” Cocky smirk in place, he looks down at me. “But we still broke it.”
Too close. Too intimate.
I shoot away from him in a blur, landing back on the bed.
Looking devastated, he holds his hands up, as he always does when trying to bring me down.
“You said it wouldn’t mean anything.” My words sound as accusatory as they are.
“I know. I’m sorry. I . . . got carried away. Please don’t run. Just . . . breathe.”
I’m trying to, but the scent of our sex is everywhere, and damn. Nythi wasn’t joking around. His pheromones combined with mine equals one powerful-as-hell cocktail. “Promise you won’t seduce me again,” I blurt out, head spinning.
Fear climbing.
“Anything but that, baby. I can’t stay away from you. The way your body calls to me—”
“Stop!” Trembling from head to toe, I jump off the bed, moving so fast I end up on the other side of the room. My shoulder slams into the wall and Ianthen calls my name.
Damn it. The throbbing hasn’t stopped. The insane hunger.
My body’s still quivering from the force of his dick in me.
Ianthen materializes in front of me. Gloriously naked. Forever hard.
Still the most beautiful man—male—I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Please. Please just hold up.”
His tone.
His eyes.
I slam mine shut, blocking the visual of him. “You don’t deserve me.”
“You’re damn right I don’t.”
“Then why do I still want you?” And why the hell did I ask that aloud?
I feel his presence get closer. Even though my eyes are closed, I swear I see when he presses his hands to the black wall, leaning in. “I fucked it up, but that doesn’t make this thing between us any less real.”
“Stop.”
“It’s real, Sol. You’re inside my fucking soul now.”
My fingers curl into the wall behind me, leaving deep groves. “I said, stop.”
“I can’t, Sol. I’d give you that if I could, but I fucking can’t. I lo—”
For the second time, I cut him off with a cry and shoot away from him. Opening my eyes, I see the double doors I’ve stopped in front of.
My right foot lands an inch in front of my left.
The movement activates the sensors, sending them flying open.
On the other side . . . is that . . . is that my fucking room?
How didn’t I know he was here? I didn’t sense him!
“Oh you,” I growl under my breath.
There he goes rising those fucking hands again—a male trying to ease the tiger he provoked. “Sol, I can explain.”
“Argh!” Reaching for the nearest object near me, I pick up what looks like a heavy, glowing paperweight off a shelf built into the wall, and send it flying in his direction. “I hate you!”
He ducks, still faster, and starts heading towards me. “Now wait just a second, Sol.”
Instead, I run into my room, whirling around just as the doors close. Then, before he can storm through, I send a stream of energy at them, welding them shut.
“Damn it, Soleria!” he yells from the other side.
“Break it down and I swear I’ll never forgive you!” I shout at the doors.
He doesn’t reply but he doesn’t barge in, either.
Panting, I will some clothes on, dematerializing back out to the park from the other day.
Don’t even care that his scent remains on my skin. Doesn’t matter.
Nothing does.
Except getting away from him before the tears start to fall.
Chapter 38
One week later
IANTHEN
M y whole body’s throbbing so badly that I’m ab
out to lose my mind. It’s been like this the entire week.
Ever since my “suicide” attempt, as Zex calls it. He understands why I couldn’t resist, but he’s not exaggerating when he calls it that.
Fucking my R’ma with all my power? Sheer heaven.
Not being able to claim her as mine? Makes a mockery of hell. Biting that pillow was how I kept myself from sinking my fangs into her neck. I spent days puking the blood in my body out. Spent even more days fighting back the visions.
The mating isn’t going to rest until she’s mine. Completely mine. Her body full of my cum, my blood . . . my mark on her neck.
Thank the gods the chips in my arms managed to keep my mating mark from showing. Not so lucky when it came to my eyes, though. I saw my reflection in her light blue Erencei eyes.
My own had been full-on black with hunger.
I didn’t even bother trying to hide the chips stapled to my inner arms. She saw them the moment I snapped and flashed onto that dancefloor, forgetting to slip my leather coat on in advance.
No way I was letting her dance like with so many males mentally fucking her as they watched.
All Soleria needs to do is overhear about that one mated male trait and she’ll know what’s happening to me.
Hell, she merely needs to ask around about the chips in my arms.
Not to mention the size of my fangs.
Zex keeps insisting I should just tell her.
Not yet. I want her to chose me because it’s truly what she wants. Not because she’s guilted into it. After what I did with Talila, Sol deserves no less. Even if it means putting my life at further risk.
Bad enough I fucked her and she wasn’t emotionally ready for it. Her reaction afterwards confirmed it.
According to Eve, the citizens of this realm dubbed that night, “The Apocalypse on the 67th Floor.”
Yeah fucking right. After hearing enough whispers this week, I know that she’s the one that invented the term and said it to anyone within hearing distance.
As they watched the “fireworks”, per Ismini.
Apparently, Sol and I were not just heard for miles around, but our clashing powers lit up the night from my quarters in the tower.
My bad. I wasn’t thinking straight. Willing a Gnetica was the last thing on my mind.
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