"Charley, I swear, I am going to teach you such a lesson that you'll feel me inside you for a week."
"Oh," She chuckles, "I’m counting on it."
19
"I'm a girl with wet dreams and sticky fingers."
-From Charley's secret diary
Charley
I position myself over his beautiful dick. His glare intensifies.
Clearly, I have lost it. I am a sucker for punishment, for ensuring that the big guy will hate me for what I am going to do. I hesitate, peek up, and all the breath leaves me in a rush. His features are flushed. With lust? With anticipation? All of that and so much more. My throat closes. It’s the most arousing sight I have ever seen. Something about the alphahole, tied up and helpless… No, not really. His biceps bulge and his shoulders seem to grow bigger. His chest muscles expand and I bite down on my lower lip.
His voice lowers to a hush. "You are going to regret this." Heat flares low in my belly.
My nerve-endings crackle. My skin feels too tight. Every part of me thrills… Waiting… Waiting.
"I am going to do this, one way or the other, Hawke. You may as well enjoy it."
"Oh?" He flicks back his ears, which I swear are growing more pointed by the second. Why the hell do I find that so hot?
"Ultimatums, hmm?"
"Just…" I swallow down the sensations that bubble up my throat. Why am I so…breathless? Why does my heart beat so fast that I am sure it's going to hammer right out of my chest? "...stating facts."
He peels back his lips and his canines glint against his tanned skin. Droplets of liquid shine at the edges. I gulp. Liquid lust pools in my core, then drips down my leg. His nostrils flare. He bares his teeth. "Think very carefully before you say or do anything else, because I am going to make you pay for every single—"
I reach down, squeeze his dick, then lower myself onto it. The opening of my melting channel brushes against his swollen shaft. A growl rips from him. I shiver, sink down further. My lower lips stretch to accommodate his girth. Pinpricks of pleasure radiate out from the contact.
"Jesus, fuck." His voice sounds from somewhere above. His thigh muscles ripple. Vibrations of emotions graze my skin, sink into my blood. Waves of lust radiate from him. Look up. Meet his gaze. No, I don’t dare. If I do so, I’ll lose my courage, the thread of rash spontaneity that has carried me along this far. Almost there, almost. I release his shaft, then hold onto his waist.
He freezes. His concave stomach heaves. I bend my knees, dig them into the mattress, slide further down his cock...which pulses, fills, pushes up into me. Too much. Too full. I gasp. Throw my head back. Dig my fingernails into the hollows below his hip bones.
"You’re fucking killing me, Char. Either take me in completely, or get the fuck off—"
"I need to…" I swallow. "I have to…"
"I am too fucking big for you."
"No."
"Fucking, yes. Girl, untie me so I can ease you into the first mating. Do you have any idea how brutal it can be for humans?"
Umm. Yes. Sort of. All heresay, of course. I’d heard my sister Jess discuss the mating techniques of Faes with her friends, and well, it hadn’t sounded all that different from the norm.
I flatten my lips. Strike that. Compared to what I’d been through… Given it was not my choice... This particular situation, where I’ve bound an Alpha Fae so that I can try to have sex with him— He jerks his thigh muscles, widens the space between my legs. I huff, slip down all the way, so I’m impaled on his massive erection. —Correction, I am having sex with him. He propels his hips upward and his shaft bumps into my pelvic walls. I groan, hold onto the jut of his pelvic bones. Correction, once again—the alphahole’s tied up, but he’s the one in control. He’s fucking me, not the other way around. I squeeze my eyes shut, focus on where his cock throbs inside of me. Sweat beads my forehead, slithers down my temples.
"Fuck you, Char." His hard voice slams into me. "Fuck you for forcing me to do this, for pushing me until I have no choice but to see this through. For turning me into the kind of person I’d sworn never to be."
Right.
All I’d wanted was someone to call my own, to love, to hold, to fuck…to make me feel human. Too bad I’d chosen a Fae male with the sensitivity of a douche bag.
A pressure builds behind my eyes; the drumbeat intensifies in my center. I squeeze down with my inner walls and a groan tears from his lips. Or maybe that was me?
He thrusts up, and I swear I can sense every single micrometer of his swollen shaft. Sweat pools under my arms; moisture streaks the walls of my channel. I squeeze my thighs against his, take a breath, then another. I raise my chin, focus on that burn between my legs. I want more. I want it all. "Please."
"What?" His rough voice abrades my skin.
My nerve endings spark. All of my pores seem to open at once. I need... "Hurt me."
He stiffens, stills under me.
"The fuck you talking about?"
I lower my chin, crack open my eyelids. "You heard me. I want you to take my every hole. Mark me. Write your name on every pore of my body. Shoot me up with your cum, wrap me up in your essence, paint your orgasm on my breath, I want you to beat me; wipe out the imprints of his hand on me, replace his scars with your own, own me, break me. I want you to fill me up until I can’t feel him in me."
His jaw hardens. A nerve throbs at his temple.
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why me?"
"Is that all you have to say after I… I ripped my heart open and bared it all to you? After I shared my innermost desires with you? That’s what you ask?"
He glares, "Don’t change the topic."
I scowl.
"Why did you choose me, Char?"
"Because…" I swallow; my chin wobbles. I drag my trembling fingers off of him, twist them together in front of me. "Because…"
His left eyelid twitches. The muscles of his jaw are so tight. Will they snap? He pinches his lips together, and the tips of his canines protrude on either side. His cheekbones are so damn sharp, they could cut my skin with their edges. The length of him inside of me throbs and I can’t stop the shudder that rockets through me. He flicks back his ears; the triceps of his forearms ripple with suppressed tension. Every part of him that comes in contact with me could hurt me, rip me to shreds… He could build me up again, so I could, once and for all, forget my past. Put those horrible memories behind me and move on.
"Say it." He demands. I tremble. Can I? Will I? Do I dare share the one thing I have never admitted to anyone—least of all, to myself?
"Now." His voice lowers to that hush that flays me with more precision than a real-life flogger. "Charley."
I lift my chin, hold his burning gaze. "Because I trust you to not show me any mercy."
20
Hawke
This girl. Fuck. Where did she learn to speak like that? She’s definitely older than her years. I’d always known it, but hearing the evidence of it… It settles something inside of me… At the same time, it’s clear this encounter means so much more to her. If I take this forward—will she survive what will happen, and not just on the physical level? Emotionally, she’s bound to attach a lot of importance to what would happen between us. Question is, could I live with it?
I peruse her features. "Big words you used there, Babe."
She blows out a breath. "I meant what I said."
"That’s what I’m afraid of."
She lowers her chin. "Got you running scared, huh?"
I frown. "If you knew how much I want to take this conversation at face value—"
"Why don’t you?"
"Because you have no idea what you’re asking for."
"Oh, yeah?" She contracts her pussy around my cock, and sweet Jesus, sweat beads my chest.
"Stop that, Char."
"No."
"It’s easy for you to ask me. If I were to act on my desires…"
"Please." She leans down, flatten
s her palms on my stomach.
Pinpricks of heat stream out from the contact.
"You use that word so casually." I draw in a breath. "You have no idea who you’re dealing with."
"I have no false hopes about you." She raises herself, then slams down again. She impales herself on my cock, and fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. Charley—riding my dick, wriggling her hips, squeezing her thighs on either side of mine, digging her fingertips into the ridges of my side, enclosing that juicy pussy of hers around my shaft, closing her eyelids and moaning… Moaning. Color flushes her cheeks, her lips fall apart, and a moan bleeds from her mouth. Bloody hell.
"Char—"
"No, you listen to me, Hawke…" She pants; her chest heaves. "This once." She peruses my features from between half-closed eyes and damn the woman, but I’m entranced.
I widen my stance, crack my neck. "Speak, woman," I lock in on the sensations that grip my balls. No way, am I going to come inside of her. Not for the first time. "Charley," I growl, "I am out of bloody patience here, I warn you."
"Right." She swallows, pushes herself up until my dick slips out, until she’s once more poised with the head of my aching cock at the entrance to her melting channel.
Fuck.
"Fact is..." She lowers herself again. Her pussy clamps on my dick and I growl. A whine spills from her; she swallows, lifts up her face, "...I am going to make the most of this time when I can have my way with you."
"Oh?"
She angles her hips, sinks down deeper. My pulse begins to race. My balls harden. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, radiates out upwards. Fuck. I’m close… Too close.
I have to take back control. I must.
I yank at my restraints again. It loosens…a little. My heart begins to pound.
"Don’t hold back, Hawke." She throws her head back. "I need this. Give me everything you have. Please."
So fucking polite, she is. She has no idea of the monster she’s unleashed.
She lets go of my waist to squeeze her breasts. My breath stutters. My pulse rate ratchets up. I need to do this, my way.
"You sure about this?"
She huffs.
"Once I start, there’s no going back. This, whatever is there between us… It changes, becomes something else, and I can’t promise you’ll like it."
"Yes."
A growl rips out of me.
"Make me hate it, Hawke. Make me resist, make me fight for it. Fill my mind with enough angst that I’ll never be tempted to dip into the poison that he fills me with."
My heart aches. My head hurts. Every muscle in my body locks in on her. I want to do it. More than anything, I want to give her what she needs. Only I… I draw in a breath… Me… Here… Now… Her… I know exactly what she yearns for. What she craves. How she needs to be subsumed into a force bigger than herself. Something so intense, so disastrous, so earth-shattering that it uproots ever single doubt that bastard sowed in her mind and body, heart and soul. I need to rip it all out, replace it with the one thing I can give her. Relief.
Adrenaline laces my blood, all of my nerve endings fire, and my neurons complete their circuits for a tiny infinitesimal microsecond. Enough for the echo of a pulse of telekinetic energy to flare up.
I flex my biceps, rear upwards. The bindings holding my wrists snap, the restraints on one of my ankles breaks.
I shoot up, flip her over. With my dick buried inside of her, I plank above her.
She blinks. "Wh… what… How?"
I allow a satisfied smile to curve my lips. "You didn’t think you could actually tie me down and take the lead, did you?"
Her eyebrows knit, "B…but your telekinetic energy—"
"I managed to jumpstart it, summon up a smidgen of the power, but it was enough. Besides, it’s not as if you tied me up very firmly, hmm?"
She pouts.
"In fact, I’m convinced you wanted me to break free."
"Of course, I didn’t."
"Admit it. You wanted to push me until I lost control."
Her cheeks flame. She tosses her head. Fuck me, but why does she turn me on so?
"All of those words you threw at me earlier... They were aimed at drawing me in, giving me a taste of your sweet cunt, so I’d take on the challenge. You want me to dominate you, admit it."
She snarls low in her throat. Fucking cute.
"Say it."
She snaps out her arm and her hand connects with my cheek. The sound echoes around the room. The pain is barely a ripple across my skin, and yet something inside of me responds to it. "So that’s how you want to play it?"
"Wh...what do you mean?" She pulls back her arm, bites on her lower lip. My gaze falls to her mouth. A bead of sweat slides down her temple, and I fix on it.
"Don’t pretend now, Char. We’ve come too far along this path."
“Hawke." She clears her throat. "This is not a game for me."
"You bet it isn’t."
"I am not going to apologize for what I did."
I chuckle. "If you did, I’d walk away from whatever is going to happen next."
"I’m not sorry for slapping you."
"Not yet."
She gulps and her pupils dilate. "Promise?"
21
Charley
What are you doing? Why are you baiting him? Why does the thought of him teaching me a lesson fill me with anticipation?
I raise my chin. "I’ve already bared my innermost desires."
"It’s not enough."
"I... I don't understand."
"I want more, brat."
"What?" Tendrils of heat grip my lower body, my breasts firm, and my nipples pebble. "What do you mean?"
His nostrils flare; his dick lengthens inside of me. "I want…" He leans in close enough for his eyelashes to graze my cheek. "Not your body, not your superficial desires, not the fact that you want to use me to wipe out every last trace of that monster from your flesh… I want…"
I gulp, and my chest heaves. Moisture creeps out from between my legs and I shudder.
"I want your surrender. Your emotional breakdown. Your mental degradation. Your complete and utter reliance on me for all of your needs, I want—"
"—someone who’ll agree to your every depraved wish?" I snarl.
He chuckles. "If I wanted someone subservient, I’d have stayed in town and let you run."
"But you didn’t."
"I didn’t." His brow crinkles. The skin at the corners of his eyes creases. "Clearly, I felt something of the connection between us.”
I raise my eyes skywards. "Hallelujah."
He tilts his hips, and his dick scrapes against my channel.
I huff, "Yeah, yeah, I know you're still inside of me and that you are hard. Though, how it is that you can keep your arousal going—" He settles in deeper and a whine rolls up my throat. "Fuck."
"Exactly." He bares his teeth and those sharp, pointed canines gleam. I can’t take my eyes off of their tips. He could sink them into the softest part of me, bathe in my blood… I frown. Is that what I want? I’ve never been one for blood play…but that inherent violence etched in each of his cells calls to a primeval core that I’ve managed to hide for so long.
"You want to touch it?"
I nod.
He tilts his head and I raise my hand, drag my finger down his incisor. The skin on my fingertip breaks, a drop of blood oozes out, and he licks it up. The sucking sensation connects with my core. My pussy clamps down on his dick. His eyes gleam. He turns his head, enough to wrap his mouth around my fingertip. He curls his tongue around the digit and more liquid pools between my legs. I tug on my finger and he releases it. I cup his cheek; he turns his mouth into my palm and kisses it. This tenderness from him is so at odds with his bulk, the hint of danger I’ve come to associate with him. My throat closes. Tears prick the backs of my eyes.
He scowls. "Why are you crying?
"I’m not."
A tear runs down m
y cheek.
"Don't lie to me."
Damn the man, doesn’t he know when to let go of something?
"Hawke."
"Charley?"
"You were saying…?"
He frowns.
"You want a slave?"
He shakes his head, then straightens. He pulls out of me, only to shove his arms under my hips. He scoops me up, holds me open and wanting. "I want you put aside that resistance you hold inside and give yourself up to me."
"I told you I trust you—"
"To not show you mercy."
I nod.
"You'll follow my every direction, do as I tell you, no questions asked?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"For now, close your eyes."
I frown.
He tilts his head.
I draw in a breath; one side of his mouth kicks up.
"Humor me."
I force my shoulders to relax. "Fine."
He jerks his chin. I squeeze my eyes shut. Wait. Wait. I sense him dip his head. His warm breath sears the skin of my lower belly a second before his wet tongue licks me from my back hole to my slit. I whine, push up my breasts. He nibbles on my nub and a tingling sensation rolls up from my toes, up my calves. My entire body shudders. I glance down to find his gaze locked on me. His lips glisten with my cum. He opens his mouth and blows on my center, I shiver.
He slides his palms down and behind to cup my butt cheeks then squeezes. My entire body bucks. That shouldn’t be erotic. Why do I find it erotic? My toes curl, my finger tingle, and my breasts hurt.
I reach for them and he shakes his head.
I scowl, "Now, what?"
"Don't touch them."
"Oh?" I lower my hands further, toward my aching nipples.
"Don’t."
O-k-a-y. So he’d said I should do as he told me, but this is a bit stupid, right? I mean, nothing is stopping me from enjoying myself, right? I cup my breasts. He bites down on my pussy. I yell. My breath catches in my chest. It isn’t painful; he’d just caught me by surprise. My sex clenches, he rubs a finger into my back hole. I clench my butt. "Wh…what are you doing?"
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