Hate

by K. A Knight

  They flutter shut as her head drops back when I curl my long fingers inside her, dragging along her nerves that have her lighting up like a firework. With my other hand, I wrap it around my cock and squeeze the tip, trying to ignore my own need and stop myself from just pounding into her.

  “Yes, yes, God,” she moans, as I rub her clit and fuck her with my fingers.

  Her chest glistens with droplets of water and I lap them from her skin, tasting the saltiness of her sweat and the sweet, fresh flavour of the water. Her pussy clenches around me at the rough texture of my tongue, making me smirk. Dropping lower in the water, I take a deep breath before diving under, looking at her pink, raw, wet pussy. Her clit is engorged and begging for my mouth. I watch my fingers dip in and out, coated in her cream, her tight hold squeezing around me. Fuck, I bet she will feel amazing wrapped around my cock.

  So responsive, so needy.

  Perfect.

  Darting out my tongue, I wrap it around her clit before lashing her with it. Her moans get louder, my name escaping her lips on a prayer that has me feeling mighty and powerful. Fucking her harder with my fingers, I suck her clit into my mouth, biting down slightly before I start to rumble the way I did in my dragon form.

  She comes apart with a scream, her hands searching for me in the water and pressing my face closer to her pussy as she rocks her hips through her release. Her pussy clamps around my fingers, massaging until I can’t wait anymore.

  Ripping them free, I surge up through the water, droplets falling from my lashes and lips as I lick her cream from my digits. I grab her hips and drag her farther down the rock, pressing my cock to her still fluttering channel.

  Her eyes flare open and meet mine as in one, long thrust I bury myself inside her. I almost roar from the feel of her, so tight and wet. Clenching around my cock, trying to stop me from pushing deeper. Grinding my teeth, I dig my fingers into her hips, denting her skin as I pull free and work myself back in again and again until I am balls deep, my hilt meeting her core.

  Her chest arches, her nipples pointing to the sky as she takes all of me, her curvy little body fitting mine perfectly. “Aska,” she moans. “God, move, or, or—”

  I do as my mate demands, I move, pulling free from her clinging body and driving back in. She reaches up and grips her breasts, swaying from my thrusts. Tweaking her nipples, she rolls them between her small fingers, making me grunt.

  That’s a beautiful sight. My cock jerks inside her, my balls aching as I watch her body beneath me. So beautiful, so perfect. Her tight little cunt taking me, her lips raw and bruised from my kiss, teeth marks around one nipple.

  Shit.

  I have to close my eyes at the onslaught, the image of her accepting my cock is too much, I need this to last…

  But she doesn’t let me. She dives forward as soon as I close my eyes and her lips meet mine as we fall backwards. I manage to stay inside her as we tumble into the water, the blue closing above us.

  Gripping her head, I kiss her back desperately, hard, showing her just how beautiful, how perfect she is.

  More.

  Her voice floats in my head and I growl into her mouth as I draw my cock out of her and pound back in as we sink to the bottom of the pond. I hope she can hold her breath. Flipping us, I press her back to the sandy floor and use the leverage to fuck her for real.

  She bites at my mouth as I drive into her with hard, pounding thrusts, the sand kicking up around us, obscuring everything but us as I take my mate. Hiking her legs higher, I angle her hips until I am hitting those nerves with each thrust. She screams into my mouth as she comes, her pussy clenching around me again.

  I can’t hold back. The feel of her lips, her body, is too much. I roar into her mouth as I pound into her once more before stilling, my cock jerking with the force of my release. It’s never-ending, filling her as I gasp into her mouth. My lungs scream at me, needing air, but we can’t move.

  Something snaps into place between us, making the thread that was once there seem almost grey and frayed compared to this strong one. Like the strongest wire, wrapping around us, linking us together forever. Her mind rushes into mine and I push us off the bottom, breaking through the surface of the water. We both drag in long, deep breaths as I flip onto my back and float with her spread against my chest. She’s so tiny compared to my huge body.

  “Fucking hell,” she gasps, not moving, and I feel the utter pleasure still coursing through her, the same one going through me, making my legs weak and stomach clench.

  And that was only our first time, the edge taken off...what will it be like day after day with my mate? Better, though I don’t see how. Her body fits so perfectly against my hard one, her softness a contrast as we float in the water under the sun, relearning how to breathe.

  “I love you, my dragon,” she whispers, and presses her lips to my chest that she can reach.

  “I love you, Neriso. My greatest treasure, I can’t wait to start our life together.”

  After I could walk again, I helped her clean up under the waterfall before carrying her to land and laying her down on the sofa grass so we could lie in the sun to dry.

  “So, tell me everything I need to know about dragons.” She sighs wearily. Dragging her closer, I kiss the top of her head, unable to help myself. I need her pressed against me all the time, touching me, feeling her. It’s the only time my dragon settles and is quiet, almost purring beside her.

  “Dragons are old, powerful creatures. Once we walked this earth as gods. We were worshiped, this was before my time. There were so many of us, but we started to die out from our own pride mixed with hunters. Dragons.” I shake my head. “Our pride is our downfall. We were only allowed to mate with pure bloods, which meant our bloodlines started dying, wasting away. When two of the strongest were completely wiped out, we decided to pull back from this world, to bring everyone home to Klasfor.”

  “Where is that?” she asks.

  “It is hard to explain, Neriso,” I murmur as I kiss her head, her warmth settling me as I tell the tale of our people. “It is both alongside this world and not, similar to the fae. We have our own lands, linked through doorways, but all except one was destroyed. The only link to this world, guarded at all times. No one but dragons can enter or leave. Our lands are vast, built into the sky. Golden palaces filled with treasures and jewels this world has never seen. Palaces in the sky...dragons sweeping through the clouds. A vast and rich land, but our people…” I shake my head. “They are greedy and proud. That land was mined until there were no more precious jewels and gold became scarce, until the rich became richer and those weaker died trying to elevate their station.”

  “Same story everywhere.” She snorts and I nod. “What happened when you went back?”

  “We stayed there. It was our own choice to be locked away from the humans and others. We were untouchable, but the killing didn’t stop. Our lands might have been vast, but pride and strength led to a lot of battles between our own. So a king was chosen to lead us, to set down laws. The king had to fight, to prove his own strength, the only way they would accept him. When I was born, I was different. Some saw it as a sign of change, of the future of our race...others not so much. I was so strong, so fierce, it wasn’t long before I was crowned king, defeating the other in battle. I, of course, let him live, which many took as a weakness, but he was a friend, a mentor, he helped me learn the way. And for years it worked. I led, I ruled...but I always felt so empty, so alone, like I did not belong there. I yearned to leave, my dragon pulling me from that world. So I did. I put laws and a new leader in place, one I trusted, and I left. I just left, Dawn. I searched this world for the reason I needed to be here, but could not find anything. Tired, I retreated to my mountain and slept...until you woke me.”

  She sucks in a breath. “What do you think happened to the dragon you put in charge?”

  “He is probably dead. The dragon I found was someone he took under his wing, a good kid, so if he was allowed to be kill
ed, then the king is undoubtedly dead.”

  I clench my fists before sighing and pulling her closer.

  “So...who’s in charge now...who’s king?” she inquires, her eyes confused.

  “That’s the question, isn’t it...and why does he or she want to finally leave Klasfor and enter this world after all these years?”

  Dawn returns with her dragon hours later, almost night time. She looks happy but her eyes are calculating. He probably answered all of her questions about the dragons. Dawn isn’t the type to ignore a threat against us. But when she sees me waiting, she grins and skips my way. I grab her and kiss her hard. She groans into my mouth and smiles as I pull away. The madness that swirls in my mind like always slows with her presence.

  “Where is everyone?” she questions.

  “Did you have a good day?” I query, as Aska strides past with a nod.

  “I did. Griff, where is everyone?” she repeats, as I take her hand and lead her inside, it’s not safe outside with just me now.

  “Nos is working with Lucy on laws and possible council members, on who they can trust. Dume is with Jair, checking the armoury, house, and dungeons. Your wolf is somewhere in the woods hunting, left not long after you,” I inform her, trying to remember if that’s all her men.

  “Oh,” she offers, but she seems sad. Narrowing my eyes, I throw her into the closest wall and glare down at her, my body pressed to hers, vibrating with madness and anger.

  “Disappointed to be with your fucked up experiment?” I snarl in her face.

  She arches her eyebrow, her hands threading through my hair and massaging. “Never, I just missed them is all, all of you, and yes, even you, Griff, before you start. Now, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I snap, and try to pull away, but she drags me back until my fist presses to the wall next to her.

  “Liar,” she retorts, kissing me. “Tell me, Griff, what’s wrong? Who do I need to kill?”

  Sighing, I grin at her. “You can’t solve everything by killing someone.”

  “Huh, coming from you?” she teases. “Now stop avoiding the question.”

  “I—” Looking away, I grind my teeth before forcing the words out. “I wanted to know if you still wanted me, still felt the same after meeting my dad and all the others...I’m not exactly a mythical creature like them.”

  It hurts to admit, hurts to ask, and I’m terrified she might agree, making my worst fears true, but she laughs.

  Right in my face.

  Snarling, I smash my fist into the wall and push away, storming off, leaving her there. “Griffin, you get your fucking ass back here right now,” she yells, angry now.

  I turn and stride back to her where she is waiting in the corridor, towering above her as I press my hand to her throat. “Or what, your fucking majesty? Going to kill me? No, you’ll just give the order now, no need to get bloody yourself.”

  Her eyes bleed to black, her anger clashing with mine. “I did this for all of you, Griff, so don’t you dare look down on me because you have a problem with the council. I did, and that’s why I fucking killed them. You do not get to treat me like shit because you’re scared. I’m scared too, and no, to answer your question. You aren’t a mythical being, you’re not fate chosen or any of that shit. You’re Griffin, you’re an experiment, like me. We are two fucked up experiments in this powerful, dark world. You’re my home, so yes, I still want you. I don’t know how you could think anything else, Griffin. Even when you’re mean, even when you’re filled with hate, I still want you. I want everything you have, I want to fly with you through the skies again, I want to lie in bed with you. I want your cock, mouth, and body, I want you. All of you.”

  Searching her eyes and face, I see the truth written there and I relax a bit, stroking her throat lovingly. “Even with all the others you have now?” I murmur.

  She smiles at me. “They don’t understand. Not all of them get the pain of just being alive, of wondering if you’re enough. Of questioning if you’re an abomination, pondering if you will go mad like the man who made you. You do, Griffin, you understand me in a way they never will. Our rage, our hate is the same...and so is our love. Don’t ever doubt that. You are mine, Griffin. Until the end...you are never getting away from me. So get it through your head, and next time you need reassuring, just ask, don’t storm away.”

  “I did ask.” I roll my eyes and she laughs as I press a lingering kiss to her lips. “You want to fly with me, even after being with your dragon?” I murmur.

  “Always! No one flies and fucks like you, baby.” She snorts and then pulls away with a mischievous look on her face. “Why don’t you catch me if you can?” she challenges, and then she’s gone.

  Whirling, I see her racing away and up the stairs, giggling as her hair blows behind her. So fast, so quick. But I’m quicker, and she is never getting away from me.

  Racing to the front entrance, I see her climbing the stairs two at a time. I leap up onto the second floor, landing in her path. She squeals and turns, running the other way.

  Smirking, I feel my mist leaking around me, my body lighting up with power as my wings burst from my back. She twists and turns, panting as she tries to outrun me. I match her pace, my hand catching her hair every now and again to remind her I’m there, but wanting to see where this goes.

  She laughs harder and I know, I just know what she’s going to do.

  There, at the end of the hallway, is a window. She grins over her shoulder. “Catch me, Griff,” she yells, and throws herself through it.

  Glass shatters as air rushes in and I throw myself through it, diving after her, tumbling from the third floor of the mansion. The air whizzes past me and there, like before, she is. Her eyes locked on me, her arms held out at her side, and no fear in her body. Just trust that I will always catch her and love.

  Plunging, I manage to wrap my arms around her before we meet the rapidly approaching ground, and flap my wings hard to get us back into the sky. She pants between laughs as she watches me. “Vasculo,” I warn, wanting to chastise her but I can’t, I love her.

  So much, even when she’s crazy...like me.

  “Always.” She grins and presses her lips to mine as she wraps her arms around me. “Now how about we try that fucking while we fly thing again?”

  Fuck, how did I get so lucky?

  Looking down, I grumble, “Why the fuck are you wearing leather pants?” She laughs, keeping her legs around me but trusting me to keep her up as I soar, flying us higher. Her hands reach down and undo the leather pants, and she tries to wiggle them off but they are too tight. She sighs. “You’re going to cut them away, aren’t you?” She pouts.

  “I’ll buy you more.” I smirk as I pull a blade free, holding her with one arm as I cut down the leg and across her arse before switching her to the other hand and cutting the other side. With one yank, the tattered leather falls away, leaving her bare. “Fuck, you’re not wearing panties.”

  Gripping the back of her shirt, I tear that away as well, exposing the pale globes of her breasts to the setting sun, which is throwing orange and pink across the sky we are hovering in.

  She’s so stunning, held against my darkness, her pale skin lighting up the sky like the moon. She tips her head back, exposing more of her chest and throat as her arms hang down, her body bending backwards as I trace my eyes across her unblemished skin.

  I watch her, my heart stopping for a moment. It’s like touching an otherworldly creature. My arms and hands are not perfect enough to hold this being, but then she lifts her head. Her black eyes focus on me, her red lips parting on a whisper.

  My name.

  Fuck not being good enough to touch her, it’s never stopped me before and never will. Gripping her arse, I hold her close and slope her back, splitting my concentration between her body and flying. It wouldn’t do good to fly into a plane or some shit, that’s how much she distracts me.

  Shifting her higher, I free my cock, which is already hard and throbbing f
or her, knowing what’s going to happen. She bites her lower lip when I press my cock to her wetness and coat myself in it. She is already soaked, ready for me like always, no doubt our argument made her wet.

  Fuck.

  There is no time for teasing or niceties, I need her too much. Looking into those black eyes, I take a deep breath and tuck my wings in, letting us descend as I surge into her pussy in one smooth thrust.

  She screams, her head falling back as the wind whooshes around us. Holding her tighter, I fuck her with deep, hard thrusts. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect that I almost forget to fly.

  Flapping my wings desperately, my back straining from it, I swoop back into the sky as she gasps, her hips rocking against me to meet my thrusts, her fingers trailing through the darkening sky.

  Surging in and out of her, the clenching of her pussy gets to be too much. The weight of her in my arms…I need more. I need her mouth, her screams. I can’t concentrate on flying anymore, not with her wrapped around me.

  “Griffin,” she begs, her hips moving furiously to match my rhythm, her lips parted on constant moans.

  I can’t fly anymore, so I aim for earth, not looking where. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I whip my head around frantically, spotting the trees. Perfect. Picking the closest one, I slam her into the bark as I fuck her. My cock pounds in and out of her. Her head tilts back, her chest bowing as she pulls me closer. Kissing her breasts over and over, I show her just how much I love her.

  She clenches around me. “Griff, God, I’m so close—”

  Growling, I press her back into the tree and the scent of her blood fills the air as I rip through her quivering heat, forcing her higher until, with a scream, she comes with my name on her lips. It undoes me. I fuck her harder, faster, until I can’t anymore. My balls are drawing up, my stomach rippling as my cock jerks and I come. Filling her with my release.

  We still and I lean against her, unable to move, my legs quivering until I’m afraid I might drop her. Fuck, I came so hard I saw stars, and when I lift my head slightly, I see blood on her chest…I must have bitten her. But she doesn’t care.