Page 75 of Cryptic Dreams
“You can call me silly or stupid, try to take jabs at my intelligence or my life, the things that have happened to me or what I hold dear, but it won’t work. You yourself showed me that I’m not some weak fearful little female, that I am notnothing,and I refuse to keep living like I am.” Zephyr’s spine stiffens and my anger flares, mixing with pride and love, fury and so much goddamn lust I can barely breathe. “I know this is all your way of protecting me, of keeping me safe from the horrible things that lurk in the dark, but I’ve seen them already. I know them intimately, and you, Wraith, are not one of them. You may be other people’s nightmare but you’re my dream, a fantasy I never thought would be more than that and I’m not going to sit back and let you push me away. I’m not going to—”
I’m on her again in nanoseconds.
“Stupid…” I pin her wrists above her head in one hand and cup her cheek with the other. “Stupid, silly… brave… fierce… beautiful girl… ” I brush my lips against hers in the lightest caress. “I cannot hide from you, cannot lie. I fear I cannot protect you in the way I need to but I cannot deny you either.” Another gentle brushing of our lips. “I love you too much to truly let you go.” Then I growl, my anger surging as the war within me rages on. “But go, you must.”
Zephyr shakes her head. “There is nothing you could say or do that would make me leave. Not after you showed me a side of yourself I doubt anyone else knows exists, not after you told me how you feel.” She jerks against me unexpectedly, breaking free of my grip before she shoves at my chest. “I will not walk away, will not give you up after you confessed your love and true motives.” Another shove has me bordering furious, my shadows creeping along the floor. “You can paint yourself a monster, share your sins and deviant desires but not one of those things are enough to make me leave, nor are they enough to force me to reject our bond.”
I spin away from her on a roar then grab the nearest piece of furniture, blue and black flames sparking from my shadows, dancing up the walls and over the rubble as I cock my arm back with the broken table in hand and launch it toward the wall. My eyes catch on a shard of mirror, the one I brought with me from my homeland that was displayed proudly for centuries, now all but splinters next to the body at my feet.
A thought occurs to me then, something that could truly drive my point home, or send us down a path that I fear neither of us will ever veer away from. It all depends on how my gentle breeze reacts.
With a speed only I am capable of using, I snatch the glass from the floor and just as quickly move to have my mate bent over the busted arm of the couch. I shove Zephyr’s angelic face against the cushion before wrenching her arms behind her back, both wrists held so tightly in my free hand I can feel the bones bend.
I kick her legs apart and spread them wide before I press my diamond hard cock to Zephyr’s arse and lean down toward her, dragging the jagged blade over her hair until it’s pointed at her throat. “Is this what you want then? You want your mate in all of his fucked up glory? The ruthless killer.” I push until a bead of her luscious blood bubbles up from under her skin and slides down over the sharp edge. “The sick and twisted dominant that would love nothing more than to paint your honey skin in my welts and blood, my bruises and cum?”
Zephyr stills beneath me but the scent of her arousal becomes evident as it fills the air, the fragrance so strong around us that I can taste it on my tongue. I can feel her heart racing through her back, her pulse thundering in her neck, but not from fear. For the walls she still keeps in place, my mate’s emotions have started to slip through and she is everything but afraid.
Angry still, so furious with me for trying to push her away I imagine she’s seeing red. Aroused to the point of discomfort. Excited, full of anticipation. Curious, morbidly so. And through it all, Istillfeel her unconditional love.
God, my defenses are crumbling at an unnatural rate, quicker than I ever thought they could, but I’d hate myself for all of eternity if I did not make it clear to my mate that she should be anywhere but here with me. If I do not make Zephyr fully understand, do not lay it all out there in one final vain attempt, then I couldn’t live with myself. I wouldn’twantto live with myself. I may not still after this is all said and done because it is becoming harder for me to control my actions.
So with a chuckle, I press the glass to her throat harder, roll my hips against her arse, and wrench her arms higher. “Stupid girl, indeed.”
My eyes search her face, her golden stare fixed on me. No fear, no more tears. Zephyr’s pupils are blown the fuck out honestly and when they expand further, I dip my head and lick up the side of her neck.
Her response?
A quiet yet throaty moan, a flutter of her eyes and that glorious arse pushing back into my erection.
Good god.
She… Zephyr… ”Youlikethis?”
She bites her lip as I pull back to look at her, bites it so hard she draws blood, and within seconds I’ve abandoned the glass and replaced it with my hand, fingers tight around her throat as my mouth crushes hers.
My gentle breeze has provoked the beast to a point of no return and I only pray I maintain enough control to keep from spiraling completely.
Which is the last coherent thought I have before Zephyr bitesmylip and tugs.
My only thoughts are of possession. Of a pain so great it brings on an even greater pleasure. I use one of my talents without even trying, ripping Zephyr’s leggings and panties from her body with nothing but my mind, my trousers sliding down my thighs in the same way. My erection bobs against her bare arse, thick and heavy, our skin almost hot where it makes contact.
Another soft moan escapes my mate, one that spurs me to squeeze her delicate throat and bite at her lips while my cock slides between her cheeks. And when Zephyr spreads her legs that much wider, practically begging me with her body, I yank her upright, her back nearly flush against my chest, release her wrists, fist my cock at the base and position myself exactly where I need to be.
“Is this what you wanted,mate?” I run the blunt head through her folds only to find Zephyr drenched, her cunt practically gushing, her sweet nectar dripping down her thighs. “You wish to have me squeeze your pretty throat while I fuck your soul from your body, ruin you in the first of many ways I will ruin you over and over for all of time?”
She gasps out aYesagainst my lips, her golden stare burning me to ashes a fraction of a second before my hips snap forward, burying me to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
Zephyr cries out as I do again, no slowing down, no time to adjust, no time for anything but the feel of her vise-like cunt strangling my cock. The only thing I feel is a primal, carnal need take root, one that has the voice in my head chanting the same thing on a loop.
Mate.
Rut.
Bite.
Mark.
Claim.
