“Yes,” I whisper back to him.
Pleasure, ownership, admiration, lust, anger, and devotion blaze through our growing connection. Valak groans angrily into my ear, his heavy grunts like music as I start accepting.
And then his teeth are at my throat, but he stops. His cock pulsing and hot in my pussy. I moan as he stops himself.
And when I look to him for an answer as to why, his eyes are black. Black orbs of so much emotion, and not much of it’s pretty. Part of him is not good. I’ve seen other alphas with eyes like that, a raw untapped feral-ness blinks back at me. On anyone else it would have me locked up in fear.
Closing my eyes this time, it is not in fear of the unknown, it is not worrying about if I could have done parts of my life differently, not if I deserve him, or them, if it is too soon and all this is too rushed it is in sheer gratitude and happiness. When my eyes open, he is still there, and clearly, he sees my relief. I move before he does, pushing his head out the way, mimicking the position he just had me in.
“Claim me as yours, Lennon.” He barely finishes speaking, and I bite with the intention of packing him. My teeth slice through his skin and I hold us still, only pure instincts driving me to do this. “Harder.” He groans when I bite down, and I can literally feel the faintest of him everywhere, physically and figuratively. In time our connection will grow.
Valak waits, until he feels me licking the small marks I made before he pulls my mouth to his and then kisses me stupid.
“Now I’m going to make you mine.”
His hips circle deeper and harder, taking our pleasure even higher. His teeth clamp against my throat again when his knot punches against my pussy, demanding I surrender completely and claim it all from him.
He bites, knots and fucks without anything holding us back. The heat burning off his skin makes me feel like we’re in a sauna, the lock of his muscles, the presence rolling off him is like everything has been turned up. He does drop into a rut, and our carnal pleasure morphs into predatory ownership.
Then he shows me exactly why his mother named him after one of the demons of hell.
21
LENNON
Valak carries me bridal style through Lincoln’s home. Admittedly, I look like a nude bride who got dragged through a bush backwards and absolutely fucked into next week, but isn’t that what consummation is all about? Although, it’s been a sticking point since the both of us woke up.
After a super quick nap, or perhaps it was regaining consciousness after a rather large and strenuous orgasm marathon, I’d woken Valak with a ferocious appetite.
“Are you okay?” he asks for the tenth time, not letting the state of me go.
“I’m not going to break.”
“Yeah… I tried though,” Valak gets lost in his head, mumbling the last part.
Because let’s be real, there is ravaging, and then there is ravaging. And we ravaged with a capital R. My body is marked by his fingers and marred by his teeth, but honestly, I can hand on heart say, Valak treated me right despite being a little rut mad. Somehow, he’s forgotten his softness in the chaos. He spoiled me with all his attention and some of the biggest orgasms I’ve enjoyed within the last… few days.
The four of them have ruined my body and blown my mind, in every conceivable way. And we haven’t even started my heat yet. Honestly, I try not to focus on that too much, or I’ll slick up and slide straight out of his arms.
“Well, I don’t think we should risk it either way,” he murmurs, his face shutting down, cutting down any further argument. I’m already learning his cues, and clearly, he’s suffering from a little bonding remorse. Not of what we did or the reasons, but of how we did it.
“Valak,” I growl softly. And boom, the man starts purring. He holds my ear right over the spot where he purrs, knowing how compliant I go in an instant. Somehow, I muster the strength. Instead of puddling like a ninny, I cup his face and drag his attention to me, not the marks. “Don’t go soft on me.”
“Jesus, you’ve seen how impossible that statement is. The bruises…”
“Are a reminder of how good you listen. Pick up the pace, babes, I’m starving and I think I have…”
“Four hours and sixteen minutes until you drop into heat. Lennon, let me freak the fuck out,” he mock growls, and if it were anyone but me or his brother, I’d be worried.
“What are you making for me?”
His lips pull into the smallest smile as he remembers our conversation about cream. “I think you need pancakes, withicecream.”
“Fresh strawberries on the side, and you have yourself a deal.”
“Lennon!” Gabriel barks as he bursts into the kitchen. “What the hell? Really? With my brother? You literally suck at this monogamy thing.”
“Yeah, well you already knew that.” I smirk at Gabriel as he rushes over and kisses me while Valak holds me tight.
