by Lindsey Hart
“Stop!” I beg. Raiden instantly stops. His mouth freezes, his body goes completely still. “No,” I moan. “Not stop, stop. I mean, just…just get inside me already…”
“That’s hardly any fun.” Raiden pulls back, scraping his teeth over my nipple as he goes. I hiss at the exquisite pain.
“I don’t care about fun. And I’m sure you’re good for another few rounds.”
“Are you?” The teasing tone in his voice is evident.
The hair on every bit of my body stands on end. “Yes!”
“Well then…” Raiden claims my lips like it’s seriously going out of style. As in, they might detach from my body and walk away if he didn’t keep them locked with his.
I kiss him back like I can’t get enough of him.
He lifts my hips and slides a hand up my thigh. I claw at his hand, frantically. Together, we get my panties off. They end up flung somewhere, although god knows where. I have brief visions of someone doing housekeeping in here and finding them after we leave because we can’t.
We both tug at Raiden’s shorts and boxers, and somehow, that comes free too. I’m not sure exactly how because he’s kissing me too frantically, and I’m just as frantic, whereas my brain isn’t functioning the way it should be. Once there isn’t any barrier between us except my dress, Raiden’s sure, strong, and warm hands push it up my hips, and then it’s just skin. Just our skin together. Together at last.
I wrap my legs around his waist. Good god, even with my thighs and calves, I can feel all the muscle running along his sides, and his ass feels like a granite boulder. Who needs an ass that hard? I mean, come on, that’s hardly fair.
Then, his Mr. Pokey Stick brushes my entrance, and I freeze. Holy. Holy. Actual. Shit. I’ve felt the bulge in Raiden’s shorts before when I was at his house, and I pretty much leaped onto his lap, but good lord. Whatever he’s currently packing feels much, much bigger. How could his clothing do such a good job of containing that? Raiden isn’t human. Raiden is a beast.
I gasp and arch my hips though I’m not sure what I’m trying to do—get away from it or get it into me. I’m a little afraid, and my lady cave is a tad scared too. Even if she’s wild with delight as well, nothing that big has ever been inside her. She’s afraid she’ll be a little bit wrecked, in a very pleasant way. And also in a not so pleasant way.
Raiden drops his head and claims my nipple again, sucking through the fabric of my dress and bra. His teeth do wonderful things to the straining bud while his cockhead rubs up against the bud between my legs, and holy flying pigs. I think I underestimated the ways in which I’ll be ruined. In response, I arch wildly against him. Suddenly, my lady cave doesn’t care that she might be wrecked. Whatever. What’s a little ruination? I can worry about that later. I just need him now. Right. Now.
“More! Yes, Raiden. Now. Please.”
His teeth scrape over my nipple again while his cock slides—literally, because I’m soaking wet—lower, back to my entrance. I lift my hips, and he pushes in a little. The connection nearly sends me jumping out of my own skin, and I swear a spasm shoots through me, flowing from head to toe. There’s nothing about just the tip with his just the tip if you know what I mean.
“You okay?” Raiden asks right near my ear.
I start a little because how and when the heck did his face go from my nipple up to my ear? I swear, I must have blacked out and gone to another dimension there.
“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, I’m good.”
“Just good? That’s hardly acceptable. We’ll have to change that if you’re sure.”
I grab Raiden’s ass cheeks and dig my fingers into the rock-hard surface, which are literally like rocks because I can barely get more than an indent going. Now I’m pretty much twisted into a human pretzel around him as my legs are still there too.
Slowly, he flexes his hips, and his massive cock slides in another inch. Honestly, yes, it’s amazing, but it’s amazing for a whole set of other reasons. This is the first time I’ve ever felt truly connected to another person. Truly, just…I don’t even know how to explain it. This isn’t just sex. This is Raiden, and I care about him. I cared about him before, and I don’t think it ever went away.
Raiden pauses and waits, waiting for my signal. I wriggle my hips a little, taking him deeper, and he pushes back, flexing as I strain and writhe against him. Somehow, he fits, and he hasn’t even wrecked my lady cave. No, that’s not the part he’s wrecked at all. I think he’s ruined something else in a completely different location. In my chest, to be exact.
I now realize I’ve never wanted to give myself to another person like this. When I was with someone else, there was always a clear line between them and me, and it never disappeared. Not. Ever. This is the first time I’ve wanted to surrender. Not just in the physical sense, but in the sense of something else. Something I haven’t quite grasped yet because it’s incredibly scary.
Giving up parts of yourself is terrifying.
I push those thoughts away, or rather, Raiden’s beautiful cock does as he buries himself deep inside me to the hilt. I can’t think about anything at the moment other than how insanely good he feels, filling me up. My hands fly to his shoulders, and I can’t help it. I move against him first. I break the stillness. He was waiting for me, waiting for my cues and signals.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, and his cock flexes inside me.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Just…just, fuck, Zoe.”
“I think that’s what we might be doing.”
Raiden lets out a surprised laugh, but then he flexes his hips, and oh my god. I completely lose the skills and mental capacity I need to speak. Instead, I rub against him, and he throbs inside me. When I buck my hips, he bucks his too. He does amazing things with his cock, mostly just by moving it a little inside me, and the pressure building in my stomach and between my thighs explodes.
Just like that. Just like that, I’m having the freaking best orgasm of my life. I feel like I’ve just rocketed straight out of my skin and am floating up into the stars. Oh, there goes the moon. And Mars? Was that just mars?
I might as well be in space since I now have zero control over my body. I’m just uncontrollably shuddering, gasping, and rolling my hips all over the place under him.
The room spins wildly, and I have to blink when I force my eyes open because no, the spinning wasn’t just in my head. All of a sudden, I’m on top of Raiden. He’s still inside me, and his sure, incredible, and manly hands lift the hem of my dress over my stomach. I raise my arms, and he pushes it off all the way. It joins my panties in some unexplored nether realms of the room. A second later, my bra flies off into those same realms.
“I like this view better,” Raiden says thickly from below me.
His hands settle on my hips, and he guides me, gently at first, then the motion gets more and more heated when I get the idea of what he likes.
I’ve always been a little bit self-conscious, especially about being on top, and it’s really light out even if the blinds are closed and a storm is clearly brewing out there. When I stop to listen for a few seconds, I can hear the raindrops pounding away at the roof.
“You’re so beautiful,” Raiden whispers. “So. Damn. Beautiful. So don’t you go and start doubting it. Ever.”
His cock jerks inside me as if to punctuate his words. He then does it again, and oh! When he moves, he hits some amazing, crazy spots I didn’t even know I had.
“I thought you weren’t going to…to…”
“Last?”
“Yeah, something like that. Oh! Oh, wow!”
“I have my ways.” Raiden grins up at me like a fool, and my heart swells in my chest, though I don’t want it to. I don’t want it to have all these melty, gooey feelings, but it does. And the worst part? I don’t think it’s related to what we’re even doing.
I wriggle a little, and Raiden keeps doing whatever he was doing, and oh my god. I’m coming. Again. I’m coming harder than before—a second orga
sm, which doesn’t ever happen. It doesn’t happen to me as I’m usually hard-pressed to even have one.
When I finally come down from the high and stop trembling long enough that I can open my eyes and just breathe, I find Raiden staring up at me with something close to reverence.
“See?” He breathes. “If that doesn’t prove you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, I don’t know what does.”
It should freak me out that he just watched me come and make some pretty scary faces or whatever, but it doesn’t—not even one bit.
When he moves inside me again, it’s clear he’s not nearly done. Apparently, he’s going for the trifecta. And apparently, it works. Not even a few minutes later, the waves of pleasure sweep over me again, and this time, Raiden comes with me. We rock and grind together as we clutch each other and battle it out with our tongues, moaning and whimpering into each other’s mouths.
After, we spasm together. Literally. We’re on the same frequency or wavelength or whatever, and it’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced.
When Raiden gently rolls me over, pulls out, and throws an arm around me, pulling me in against his broad, damp, rock hard chest, I know I’m finished.
I’m terrified, but the warm, strange feeling is back. It kind of feels like I’m wetting myself a little, except it’s not. Nope. No one’s peeing at all.
This is something else. Something I need to be wary of. Something I should fear. Except that right now, wrapped up in Raiden’s arms, I can’t. He’s protecting me from it, shielding me from it. I know I’m going to feel it, and sometime soon, it’s going to sink in, but right now, snuggling against him and letting our bodies cool off together, it isn’t right now.
Right now, everything feels strangely and wonderfully perfect.
CHAPTER 17
Zoe
“What the hell was that?” I yelp. My heart beats double time like it’s going to tear right out of my chest. It sounded like the freaking sky just about caved in on us. A quick glance up to the ceiling proves it’s still there.
“Probably just really loud thunder,” Raiden says lazily. He’s almost half asleep. The fact that it sounded as though the very world was splitting apart clearly doesn’t bother him at all.
He only looks disturbed when I throw his arm off and roll out of bed. “Loud thunder my butt. Are you insane? That was not thunder!”
“Whatever it is, we’re fine. There isn’t any reason to worry.”
Ignoring Raiden’s assurances, I scramble for my dress and slide back into it. Thank god maxi dresses are easy to get in and out of. I scramble to the small window, part the white plastic blinds, and peek out.
“Holy poo shoes! There’s a tree on the ground. A freaking tree!”
“What?” Raiden scrambles out of bed and joins me at the window, naked. He’s completely naked, but he clearly doesn't care as he parts the blinds on his end. “Wow. That’s a big pine, and it looks like it just missed us by a few feet.”
“A few feet?” I gasp. “You mean that tree came down and just about crashed through the roof of this cabin and…and…squashed us? It could have killed us!”
“We were lucky.” Raiden snaps the blinds closed. He saunters back over to the bed like trees just about fall and take him out, murder style, every single day.
“That’s it?” I turn and gape at him. He sprawls across the bed and pulls the sheet over his waist.
“Yup, it’s down. Not much we can do about it now. The camp owners will come and cut it up for firewood or something.”
“But…but…it could have killed us!”
“Lots of things can almost kill you. The point is, it didn’t. I bet they knew that no matter which way the tree fell, it couldn’t hit any of the cabins, or it would have been cut down already.”
“Who knew?”
“The lodge owners.”
“It’s right beside the cabin!”
“But it isn’t on it!”
“Argh!” I scramble across the room and snatch up my bra and panties. “I’m done. We can’t do this anymore. This is a sign—a sign from the universe.”
That gets Raiden’s attention. He shoots upright so fast that he looks like a human version of a windup toy. “What? You’re leaving?”
“Yes!”
“But you’re coming back.”
“No!”
“Come on,” he implores me. “You can’t be serious. The universe isn’t sending us a sign about anything. What does that even mean?”
“This is the third sign. The first time, your own body rebelled against us. The second time, nature intervened. This is the third time. And this time, nature wasn’t messing around. She was seriously pissed off. That poor tree!”
Raiden’s eyes become bigger than I’ve ever seen them. His brows arch, and his mouth falls open for a minute before he snaps it shut and gets a hold of himself. “That’s absolute nonsense,” he says with conviction.
“No, it isn’t! Think about it. Technically, this should never happen. We were once stepbrother and stepsister. It’s wrong. It’s just seriously wrong.”
“It’s not. Our parents weren’t married for very long, and we never thought of each other as brother and sister. Plus, we were kids then. It’s been years and years since we’ve last seen each other before we met again, and our parents haven’t been married for years and years. It isn’t wrong.”
“It is,” I insist, “because even if it isn’t for all those reasons, it’s wrong for a thousand others. All relationships just go to shit. Our parents have proved that to us more than once. I’ve been used before, and it makes me feel like garbage, but even the times I thought it was going to work out, it didn’t. What chance do we even have? You’re crazy rich, and you could date anyone you want. I’m sure even if we kept this up, sooner or later, you’d get bored and decide there are millions of better options out there, and I’d be garbage once again.”
Raiden swivels his legs off the bed and stands slowly. The cat-like grace and power in his body can’t be denied. He tucks the sheet around his waist, and the hurt that flashes across his face is unmistakable. “I’m disappointed you’d say that about me. I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but—”
“You’re going to say you were the one who got dumped, that you don’t actually have a type, and that you could never and would never get tired of me. Blah, blah, blah. I’ve heard all of it before.”
“Yeah, but those guys were assholes. This is me, Zoe. The difference between them and me is that I mean it. I’m not just trying to get in your pants. I’ve never felt this way before. Ever.”
“That’s your dick talking.”
“It’s my brain, too, since technically it controls all the blood flow to every bit of me.”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms. “Look, Raiden, I’m not saying I regret this. I’m saying it’s a good time to stop. Three clear signs are enough for me.”
“That’s just you freaking out and reading into things that aren’t meant to be read into. Sometimes, it storms, causing a tree to fall. Sometimes, bugs bite because it’s the wilderness. And sometimes, guys come too soon. It’s not a sign of anything.”
“You don’t know that!”
“I do,” Raiden sighs. “Because that’s the rational thing to think. Looking for random signs is irrational.”
“But knowing for a fact that like ninety percent of relationships go to complete poop isn’t.”
“So that’s what this is really about. You’re panicking about getting hurt before it even happens. I’m not like those other guys, and I know you can’t just take my word for it because you shouldn’t. But I also know if you gave me a chance, I’d prove to you I’m not.”
“No. Raiden…just no.” I shake my head vehemently. I wish he knew how much this hurts. It feels a little bit like someone just jammed a rusty butter knife into my chest. Butter knives aren’t exactly sharp either, so the sucker would really hurt going in. The rust is just for good measure. “I
…I can’t. I just can’t. I didn’t plan on this. It just happened, but I could have stopped it from happening. I should have had more self-control, and I take full responsibility for my actions. I’m not saying it wasn’t good, but I have to be realistic.”
“So, you’re just going to quit before you even give me a chance? Before you even give yourself a chance?”
“You make it sound so bad.”
“Because it is!”
I shake my head again. I have to look away because if I keep looking at Raiden and keep seeing all the wounded pain on his face, I’m going to cave. I’m going to give in, and in the end, it’s just going to hurt both of us. I have to be tough now in order to save a lot of trouble for my future self.
Stay strong, Zoe. Don’t give in. Don’t get back in that bed like you want to. Life is too short to keep getting hurt over and over again.
“There are other things I want to do. I’ve never even told anyone about wanting to be a vet-tech before today, but I really do want to do it. If I’m talking about signs, I might as well use this whole thing as one. I kept putting more schooling off because I didn’t have the money and felt like I didn’t have the time, but I’ll find it. I’ll get loans, and I’ll make time because I’m giving my notice. And no, I’m not going to work for your competition. I was never really serious about that anyway. You know me. I couldn’t do evil things even if I tried.”
“I don’t know. This is pretty bad.”
I grind my teeth and curl my hands so that my nails dig into my palms. Raiden makes me sound a little bit like a monster, and I don’t like sounding like a monster. I don’t want to be a monster. I just know how this is going to end up, and of all the people in the world, I don’t want to hurt Raiden. The R he tattooed into my hip so long ago is practically throbbing. It was a promise—a promise that we’d stand by each other, but not like this. Neither of us could ever have foreseen this.
This just sucks.
