Page 109 of Cryptic Dreams
No fear. No regret or hesitation.
There is nothing but that intensity and power, that anger and heat that I’ve caught small glimpses of thus far and my god, when I guide her movements to flay this traitorous bastard’s back wide open, the way her eyes flare when he screams is what has me losing what little restraint I had to begin with.
With one simple telepathic command, Zephyr’s jeans and my slacks are on the floor and I’m slamming my cock inside her pussy so hard my mate has to grab onto the dying male to keep her balance. And the way my love curls her hand around Wilfred’s exposed spinal column has my balls growing heavy with my impending release.
“We will make them all bow.” Kicking her legs open, I keep pumping my hips, continue pounding into my mate. Her pussy squeezes me when I pull the dagger from her hand and stab it into the side of the male’s neck, my cock thickening as I grab her hips for leverage. “Everyone—human and vampire alike—will bow before us, they will fall at your feet and worship their queen, or they will take their last breath there and pave the ground you walk on with their corpses.”
“Wraith…” Zephyr groans my name as she leans forward, pressing her arse harder into my groin, meeting me thrust for brutal thrust as Wilfred’s body goes slack. Her hold on his spine tightens and her other hand shoots forward, grabbing onto Declan’s forearm while my friend holds the bastard in place, my mate finding purchase anywhere she can as I claim her body as mine.
Mine.
The word echoes in my head the way it always does, booming through my brain as I rut my love’s perfect little cunt.
Zephyr is mine, mine for eternity, and this bastard wanted to take her away from me. Just as my mate said, they tried to keep us apart and I know many will continue to try butZephyr is mine.
And with that thought raging in my mind, my fangs elongate and I rear back quickly before lurching forward to sink them into my gentle breeze’s neck.
She cries out then. Zephyr cries out in euphoria, a mewl of ecstasy that ends in the most possessive and territorial growl as her pussy clamps down on my shaft and drenches me in her release.
My balls pull tight, my erection swells and as I drink her down, as I feed from Zephyr while she slowly tears this male’s spine from his body, I have no choice but to follow my writhing mate over the edge.
I fuck her hard and fast, so goddamn deep the head of my cock practically hits her womb. Zephyr’s cries crescendo, her body tenses with a new wave of bliss, and as Wilfred’s vertebrae begin popping and bowing away from his ribs, I explode.
The first rope of my cum fires from my body in an unexpectedly hot stream, the mixing of our orgasms sending a strange heat vibrating through me. And it continues as my hips lose rhythm, as they slam in jerky movements while I empty my seed into my love’s core.
Every forceful slide in and out, every bit of cum that leaves my body and enters hers, it is met with a most delicious heat that I’d never felt before Zephyr. A heat that is accentuated when my mate relaxes into me, letting go of the cartilage and bone in her hand to caress my cheek when I lift my mouth from her neck and meet her eyes.
They’re still glowing.
Those beautiful golden eyes are still glowing though the light has dimmed some and they’re returning to the gorgeous prism of citrine I’m used to.
And it is at this moment that several things register.
Declan, the cheeky bastard, managed to watch and assist during that entire act and while I couldn’t care less about it, my mate might. Because my friend didn’t give a shite either, so Zephyr is the only one who may take up issue with what took place moments ago.
He’s not even aroused, though, just smirking like an arse because it’s not part of our relationship, an attraction to one another never has been, and I now see after centuries with him, it is truly because Declan is the closest thing I have to family at this stage—or any, for that matter—of my life. Something my very observant mate has pointed out on multiple occasions but doesn’t necessarily mean she’s comfortable with it.
“It’s fine,” Zephyr says on a sigh as she shakes her head. “Declan makes me feel safe, and I know his intentions were good so I’m not uncomfortable. I don’t think this will be a regular thing for us, but having him here wasn’t weird.”
I chuckle as I kiss her temple and right us both. “You will never cease to amaze me, love.”
She just shrugs and begins covering herself which is when I really focus on the other things that I’m finally now wrapping my head around.
Zephyr most definitely unlocked a new kink for me.
Watching her entire demeanor change, as she went from my precious and kind mate who came in here concerned to a female full of fire and brimstone, one willing to torture and kill in the name of our bond and the changes we want to make without hesitation… It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced and I can only hope it happens again before I overthrow the Counsel and my father.
For a male with countless kinks and fetishes, as well as a penchant for torture, it shouldn’t be so surprising that seeing my mate engage in them had me harder than stone but it was. And I find I very much like it.
But above all else, proclivities and participants aside, what has me truly curious is the fact that my gentle breeze touched both Wilfred and Declan without her gloves on and had no severe reactions to either one of them.
None that I felt or saw, anyway.
There was no pain, no flash of jumbled thoughts or memories racing through her pretty head, and while I’d like to think it’s because she was so turned on there was no place for it, I know in my gut that was not the case.
Whatever it is that has changed in Zephyr since we mated, since she became poorly after my bastard sire touched her, it is growing at a rapid pace and I can only hope that it is a good thing for my mate.
Because the alternative would surely be damning for both of us.
