“What?” I growl.
“Put your mouth back on me. I need it, Xaden, please.” The pleading tone in her voice has the monster inside me preening. The motherfucker loves hearing her beg. I dip my head and swirl my tongue around her clit, making her scream. I suck it into my mouth and graze my teeth against it and that’s what sends her over the edge. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as her thighs clamp down on the sides of my face, trying to hold me in place as her orgasm rocks through her like an avalanche laying waste to anything in its path. Shudders tear through her. I don’t stop fingering her or sucking on her clit, I want to drag this outand make her feel every fucking thing I am doing to her so she knows, this body belongs to me.
I’m its master.
I control her pleasure.
Only I can make her feel this good.
“I can’t!” she yells and tries to push me away, but I don’t budge. I grip the inside of her thighs and hold them open as I devour my feast. Fuck, I hate that I have been craving the taste of her since she ran from me. I’ve dreamed about the fucking sounds she makes when I fuck her. The feeling of her pressed against me as I slam inside her, making her scream my name. “S-stop… Fuck, Xaden!” When I feel her greedy little cunt clamp down on my fingers in preparation for her next orgasm, I withdraw and push to my feet.
The death glare she sends me has a smile tugging at the edge of my mouth. “You said stop,” I taunt, making her jaw drop. Before the little bitch can start having a tantrum, I reach and grip the back of my shirt and yank it off. Her eyes greedily drink in the sight of my ink. She reaches out to me as I begin undoing my jeans and traces the cherry blossom tree inked in the center of my chest, then she begins tracing the Koi fish. When she trails her fingers lower to my abs to trace the Japanese Samurai mask, I shiver at the feeling. Then her eyes lift and lock onto the pendant dangling around my neck.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathes out. I ignore her assessment of the necklace as I kick my pants off, then grip her chin and tip her head back and claim her lips. Her hands grips my waist and pull me forward, moaning into my mouth when she feels my cock pressed against her. She breaks the kiss, making me sneer until she reaches between us and grips my cock between her hands, making me hiss and my head loll back. She begins stroking me and I see fucking stars. When a low whine escapes me she stops,drawing my focus back to her. She looks panicked. “Did I do it wrong?”
For a split second I forgot how inexperienced she is. “No. Keep going,” I say in a glacial tone. I’ll never allow her to see how she affects me or how good it feels to have her hands on me. I get lost, the spike of pleasure rolling through me. I jolt when I feel her tongue gliding against my chest. I look down at the top of her head with a frown, she tips her head back and meets my stare.
“I need you.”
Those three stupid words break through my blissed out state. I wanted her to need me so I could destroy her. Now, I hate that she needs me to make her feel anything aside from pain, but the smallest part of me likes it.
I push her back so she is lying flat against the hood, grip my cock and line it up with her pussy. I hold her stare as I thrust into her in one merciless stroke. Her back arches off the hood and a scream built from primal need rips out of her. The sound alone has me feeling untouchable.
A shiver of delight rolls through me at having her wet heat wrapped around me, I’ve longed to feel this again. Her fucking cunt was made for me.
I reach down and grip her waist, then lift her. She locks her legs and arms around me. The uncertain look in her eyes fuels the dominant bastard in me.
“Bounce up and down, Tink.” She places her hands on my shoulders and lifts up then slams down on my dick. Fuck, she feels so good. Her cries of pleasure sound out into the silent night, giving the dead a show of a lifetime. I grip her ass and help her out, meeting her thrust for thrust. I tip my head forward and bite down onto the flesh of her tit and suck it into my mouth, needing to leave a stamp of my ownership behind on her body.
“Oh, God. It feels so good,” she pants.
“Take my cock, like a good girl, Tink.” My praise seems to spark the little demon inside her hiding beneath the surface. Her eyes darken and her thrusts grow in force as she tries to throw us both over the edge.
“I need… more,” she pleads. I lay her back on the hood, then draw almost all the way out before slamming into her with the force of a battering ram. Her scream is fuel to the beast inside me, he’s gripping me in his clutches and urging me to make her scream my name. The need to hear her say it as she comes overpowers my rational thought, suddenly my own climax doesn’t matter as I focus on making her feel so good as she screams my name. “Like that!” she shouts and drags her nails down my bare back, making me grit my teeth at the bite of pain.
I feel her pussy clamping down on me and know she is close. “Give it to me, Tink!” I snarl. “Come on my cock, I want to feel it.” As if my words are her undoing, she falls over the edge of oblivion and shatters beneath me like fine china. Hearing my name being screamed, like I’m a god she is praying to, sets off my own release. I slam into her once more, then roar with a sated growl as my climax flows through me like a wave as I empty everything I have inside her tight little hole.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
TOREN
Silence crashes down around us, shattered only by the sounds of the wildlife and our ragged, desperate breathing. I can't bear to look at him—I know the instant our eyes meet, I'll see the regret carved into his features, the disgust twisting his expression, and right now I'm too broken. Too shattered.
The shrill ring of his phone slices through the stillness like a blade. Xaden snarls and pulls out of me without a shred of tenderness. Pain lances through me but I swallow the cry threatening to escape. Through blurred vision, I watch him tear through his pockets until he finds his phone. The moment he turns away to answer, I slide off the hood, trembling as I pull my panties on. I reach for my jeans but the leg is trapped beneath his foot. I try to nudge him, silently begging him to move, but he ignores me completely, lost in his conversation.
“Xaden!” I hiss, then shove my shoulder into his back. He whirls around with terrifying speed, his hand closing around my throat like a vice, pinning me with eyes full of murder.
“Find out where it is, Cas,” he growls. I freeze, barely breathing as he continues. “If we find that fucking place, that means we go to war.”
My heart stutters. The war between him and my father, it's coming faster than I ever imagined. I'm not ready. I didn't get what I needed from Kellan. I don't even know who his contact was.
Without Kellan, I'm lost.
I have one other option, but it's dangerous, if he isn't the one Kellan dealt with, I could destroy everything.
I need to talk to Carnage.
“I'll be there soon… I just need a… ride.” His eyes bore into mine, expectantly. I want to laugh at the audacity. “Long story. I'll be there soon.” The call ends but his grip remains, a bruising reminder of his control. “I need a ride.”
