I kept going, just as I was, hard and fast, pressing my forehead against hers, inhaling her life breath as she inhaled mine. “Fuck, Olivia,” I groaned. “Take every inch of me, every ounce.”
She erupted around me, crying out my name for the world to hear.
I grunted, slamming my lips against hers, using every ounce of strength I had to pound into her, scraping her body against the forest floor, ripping another orgasm from her soul and swallowing it whole before I came inside of her.
And it was done.
She was mine.
Locked into an eternal, binding contract with me that would remain until long after we were dust. Forever wasn’t long enough, not when it came to her.
2
Olivia
June 22nd, 2022
Igroaned, stretching painfully in my bed before collapsing back into my blankets.
I was so sore. Exhausted, and…hollow.
I felt hollow.
I blinked heavily, turning my head to find Lucy lying on the other side of my bed. It was early morning, and the last thing I remembered was Everett carrying me out of the woods.
Another delusion?
I yawned and stretched again, everything screaming in pain. No, I wouldn’t have been in this much pain if it wasn’t real.
So…if it was real, if what happened yesterday actually happened, then now what?
Where did I go from here? Because if he went back to the ‘means to an end’ dialogue, I wasn’t sure if I would survive that.
I closed my eyes and rubbed them with the heels of my hands only to pause when I felt my clothes shift against my skin.
My brows pulled together as I lifted my arms and then looked down at my body covered in blankets.
I shifted again, frowning. Everything felt weird. I grabbed the edge of my blanket and threw it off of me, taking in my state of being.
A new pair of his sweats, his shirt from yesterday, cleaned and smelling only of him.
I forced myself to sit up, my muscles screaming in pain, and reached back for my hair. No sticks or moss, still a little tangled, but obviously brushed out.
My heart skipped. Had he…had he taken care of me?
I immediately covered my face. “No,” I told myself. “Don’t do this to yourself,” I mumbled, swinging my legs over, Lucy jumping off the bed beside me. I must have cleaned up haphazardly before falling into bed, it was the only thing that made sense.
I inhaled deeply and let my hands fall to either side of me, my eyes finding Lucy’s. Okay, bath. That’s what I needed, a nice, long bath, a good scrub, I needed to wash my hair. It was a good plan.
Lucy and I trudged our way to the bathroom, filled up the tub, and began the slow process of peeling off the clothes. All I could think about was how he had looked at me when he had fucked me yesterday.
“Olivia Rose, I claim you. From now until death finds us.”I didn’t know what that meant, but by the letter he had carved into my skin, I assumed it was important.
“Then I claim you, Everett.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I peeled the bandages off and took in the inflamed ‘E’ on my inner thigh. It was the size of my palm, jagged, and absolutely beautiful. It made my stomachwarm and my chest flutter in excitement, and for the first time since meeting him, I was looking forward to seeing him again.
But part of me worried about it too. What if it was the high from the hunt that had him like that? What if I was the one who pushed him to it with all of that ‘jealousy’ bullshit?
