Page 77 of Cryptic Dreams
I scoff and roll my eyes. “Do not take offense but that is honestly the least of my concerns. And do note, your cunt is far more thanfine. It’s the holy grail, the most exquisite paradise ever created and I’ll not have you saying it’s anything other than sheer perfection.”
“Noted.” Her cheeks go pink as Zephyr gives me a shy smile.
One I point my finger at. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That! Smile at me like you still bloody love me. Smile like I didn’t just take your virginity and smash it over the head with a fucking sledgehammer. I essentially violated you, Zephyr! Then I took something so sacred, something as precious as mating and decimated it, blew it to smithereens because I’m a heartless, inconsiderate and selfish arsehole! I am a vile piece of shite and do not deserve your smiles, your—”
“Don’t you dare say it.” She narrows her eyes once again. “I wanted that to happen, Wraith. Not just mating you but doing it the way we did it. Again, I knew what I’d be getting into the minute we met and you’ve done nothing but prove how right I am since then. And you know what?”
I just scowl at her because I find all of that hard to believe.
“I’m perfectly ok with it. I love that our mating was unique to us and us alone, that you didn’t hold back or try to conform to the way our kind have always painted the act of solidifying bonds. I love that you had such a strong response to my reaction—to my desire for you—that it sent all of your rational thought right out the damn window and you needed me, needed me in a brutally primal way so that’s how you took me.” Zephyr crosses her arms against her torn shirt as she turns to face me completely. “You acted on your instincts, on your lust and love, on your desire for me in a way that made me feel strong and beautiful, powerful and confident. I wasn’t now, nor have I ever been to you, the weak, fearful, spineless female I always believed I was and you mated me in the most perfect way, a way that spoke to that and made me feel like I’m anything but fragile.”
“Zephyr, I don’t think you’re seeing things—”
“Things are crystal clear for the first time ever, Wraith. I love you, I love you more than anything and I’m not going anywhere because you love me just as much. You didn’t hurt me, not in any way I didn’t like, and while I appreciate knowing that you have a conscience at least when it comes to me, if I didn’t want one single thing that just happened, it wouldn’t have happened at all because I wouldn’t have let it. And you would’ve stopped as soon as I said no.”
I just stand there blinking at my mate, knob out and everything, as I process her little speech.
Every word of what she says is truth. We mated as we were supposed to, in a way unique to us. Zephyr isn’t some delicate flower, some fragile thing that can’t handle all aspects of who I am and it’s not just because she’s a goddamn warrior. She was made for me, perfectly made in all ways and in turn, she will take everything I give her with a strength most only dream to have a fraction of, and I will do the same for her. This happened exactly as it was meant to because our bond, our mating and who we are as individuals as well as together was designed to mesh and balance in beautiful, though possibly fucked up, ways.
I cannot deny it, I have no argument because my mate is speaking the truth.
Zephyr visibly relaxes as she blows out a rough breath. “Thank god you’re being logical about this.”
“I find that it comes in spurts.” I flash her a grin as I shrug. “But I cannot deny the truth you force me to see. Just as I cannot deny how truly happy it makes me that you’re a stubborn little thing unwilling to give me up so quickly.”
Another small smile and blush from this remarkable creature before me. “You’re mine, Wraith, and I’ve never had anything that belonged solely to me before, something that no one can take away from me just because they don’t think I deserve it. Even you weren’t going to be able to do that because I wouldn’t allow it.”
“Cheeky.”
“So you’ve said.”
The tightness in my chest finally loosens completely and I smirk. “So you really got off on that, yeah? Like the pain with your pleasure, do you, love?”
Zephyr’s smile widens. “Apparently I do. Very much actually.” Then she giggles. “But that is definitely not the story we should tell our young when they ask about our mating.”
“Perhaps not…” My eyes move slowly over Zephyr at that, my gaze devouring her from head to toe; the messy hair, the bruised lips and throat, my mark on her neck that’s already begun to heal. I take in the shreds of fabric hanging from her shoulders, the tiny dots of blood around her still hard nipples, the soft planes of her stomach and hips. The glistening, swollen state of her bare cunt and the sticky wetness of her blood and our cum running down her thighs. “We will have a more censored version to share with those who inquire, because this—” I growl as I step out of my pants, toe off my shoes and socks then close the distance between us. “This ismine.”
I drop to my knees in front of her, Zephyr startling a little from my movements, but when I look up into the most gorgeous face I have ever seen, only to watch her pupils blow wide once again, my growl becomes feral. I maintain eye contact as I lick up one thigh then the other before tasting her swollen sex. I lap up all remnants of her—of us—savoring the sweet mixture on my tongue, thrusting it into her core to gather more and with a languid drag over her clit, I slowly get to my feet.
My gaze bores into hers; black as night burning into the golden sun. I lift my hand and cup her chin, barely have to do anything for Zephyr’s mouth to drop open. I search briefly, just for a moment, and when I see nothing but acceptance and consent, love and desire staring back at me, I spit what I’ve collected into her mouth and shudder as I watch my mate swallow.
“Good girl,” I growl against her lips as I squeeze her cheeks. “Such a good girl for your mate.” Zephyr’s tongue meets mine in hungry strokes as I kiss her hard, no sweet caress, just frenzied lips and teeth and tongue. She licks every inch of my mouth, bites, and sucks and when I force us apart, my gentle breeze gives me an annoyed growl. “I thought you wanted to be romanced?”
Her hand drops down to my cock and grips tightly at the base before Zephyr gives me a firm stroke. “Next time. I promise you can romance me next time, but right now I want my mate to love me the way he was born to do.”
“And how’s that, love?” I essentially moan as she repeats her almost painful stroking of my cock.
“Unabashedly brutal. No restraint. Unconditional. Consuming and painful in the most euphoric way.”
Fuck me, this female is perfect becausethatis the only way I can love Zephyr, the only way Iwilllove Zephyr until this world stops turning and time is no more.
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Hoity Toity Bupkiss
