Page 76 of Cryptic Dreams
Possess.
Each word is accentuated with a punishing slam of my hips and another flex of my fingers on her throat. I impale Zephyr on my cock over and over, go deeper, harder, bottoming out with every brutal pound of skin against skin.
I reach around and shred her shirt to find her breasts, tearing through the cotton and satin before I pinch and pull at her nipples so hard I know I draw more blood. Zephyr cries out again and it is the exact moment a flicker of remorse dances through my lust-fueled haze. For a split second, fear lances through me, fear of what I’ve done, fear of what I’m doing to the only creature on earth I would never hurt.
With terror gripping my chest, I try to clear my thoughts, try to calm my actions but to no avail. “Zephyr,” I spit through clenched teeth, my eyes closing to sever at least one of our connections even though my body continues to fuck hers.
But then, oh god, then my mate does something that surprises me completely and has my hips thrusting into hers with renewed purpose.
She reaches up with one hand and covers mine at her throat, tightening her grip over my fingers before the other comes around to my arse and digs her nails deep into flesh and muscle. “Finish what you started,” Zephyr growls.
And I am fucking done for.
I fuck her relentlessly, pound myself into her pussy with a force that sends a foreign heat licking up my spine. My mate cries out in ecstasy, her pleasure now evident in the noises she makes, in the moans and gasps that escape her gorgeous lips. The walls of her sex flutter, spasm, and clench deliciously around my cock, her pussy milking me in an almost painful rhythm as I nearly crush her throat before I abruptly let go. I grip her chin hard and force her lips on mine, Zephyr’s kiss just as eager, just as hungry and searing as my own and when her cunt clamps down around my cock, her entire body jerking toward me in the first sign of her release, I rear back from her mouth then sink my fangs into her neck.
My mate screams my name, her pussy gushing all over my cock and as I drink, as I continue fucking my gentle breeze without restraint, I band one arm across her breasts, lift the other and bring my wrist to her lips. Through it all, my blind lust and immense love, my carnal claiming, I still offer myself to Zephyr in hopes that she will take me as her mate through life as well as blood, now and for the rest of time.
And when she doesn’t hesitate, when Zephyr digs her fingers into my forearm and buries her fangs deep into my vein, when my love latches on with ferocity and eagerly pulls my blood into her body while I drink her down and fuck her hard, I explode.
Her toes lift off the floor with each erratic, jerky thrust of my hips, my seed spilling deep within her womb, branding her soul as my name—though muffled while she drinks—tears from her lips in a second climax so great I feel it intensify my own. And almost immediately, as soon as our bond is solidified, my pace slows while I ride out our shared bliss, spasming and twitching, eliciting gasps and shivers from both of us. We even release our jaws at the same time and as soon as they’re free, Zephyr turns me toward her and kisses my lips so reverently I almost miss the soft music humming under my skin.
The bond is complete.
It was accepted and embraced by both of us, solidified by a love that has not once wavered, a love that burns as intensely as the sun with the power to render us to smoldering ash if we let it.
Our bond in life as well as blood is complete and though my black heart swells with so much love and joy, guilt I’ve never once felt before floods my veins as well.
I break the kiss and refuse to meet Zephyr’s eyes as I steady her against the destroyed couch, only now realizing I mate my love next to a goddamn dead body. Slowly and full of something I’d almost callshame, I remove myself from her body, pull out of her core and step back on shaky legs, my gaze downcast to the wreckage on the floor.
My mate attempts to straighten up, tries to salvage her shirt and fix her thoroughly mussed hair. If I didn’t feel like the bastard I know I am, I’d tell her it was adorable, the way she’s attempting to right herself then demand she stop because I only intend to sully her again very soon, but I can’t. Not when the weight of my actions sit so heavily on my heart.
Zephyr was untouched in nearly all ways before this and I completely disregarded that. I let my baser instincts rule me and acted without thinking, acted like a wild beast with one goal in mind and no desire to do right by the female I love.
Not saying I would have spared my gentle breeze from my proclivities but it seems wrong to have forced them—forcedmyself—on her at all let alone when we mated. I’m sure that’s not the way the Gods of Old intended things to play out.
Zephyr deserved—deserves—better than this, deserved to be romanced and cherished, worshiped and pleasured in ways that would convey how much I love her. She deserves—
“Next time,” my mate whispers before clearing her throat. “Romance and worship me next time.”
My eyes snap to hers. “Pardon?”
Zephyr smiles at me over her shoulder as she braces herself against the busted antique. “I hear you, honey, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t beat yourself up over the most perfect moment of my life so far.”
“Are you daft?” Brows up to my hairline, I look at this gorgeous creature like she’s insane. “This, what I just did to you, was bloodyperfect?”
I motion around the room, briefly focusing on the dead bodies, the broken furniture, and her incredibly disheveled state but Zephyr simply nods.
“Bollocks.”
“It’s not bollocks.”Cheeky little thing had to throw in her horrible impersonation of my accent.“It wasus.”
“I just told you all of my darkest secrets, threatened you and tried to terrify you in order to get you to leave me. Then I went completely out of my skull and unleashed a small fraction of the fantasies I have about you, the ones I wank to every chance I get, next to acorpsein the midst of our destroyed sitting room. And that included cutting you, choking you, bruising your delicate flesh all while I fucked you harder than I have done anything in my entire life, before essentially forcing you to mate me!” I throw my hands in the air, my trousers now around my ankles, my semi-hard cock hanging free and appreciating my audible recap. “And you called itperfect?”
A thin dark brow arches. “Because it was.”
“You’ve never… you were a… your pussy—”
“Isfine.”
