I hiccuped, and she placed her hand on my thigh, close enough to my cock to keep me in the land of lust. “If I don’t, I go feral. Absolutely crazy, Freya. It’s only happened once, but I’ve come close a few times. I don’t remember any of what happens, and I kill for sport. Anyone in my path, based only on instinct.”
“Why didn’t Shan and Em feed you as soon as you got to your suite?”
Staring down at her hand, I shrugged helplessly. “I never told them. I can wait a bit after killing someone to feed, so we’re usually back in a car or hotel before I’m desperate. Why would I tell them I’m so abnormal? I’m weird enough, being a hybrid.”
“Fucking angels, Cas, you’re not weird or abnormal.” She put her fingers beneath my chin, lifting my head so I was forced to look into her eyes. They were burning with purple fire, so much more obvious while her face was devoid of makeup. “You’re not allowed to say that about yourself.”
“But—”
“There are no buts. Lean back on the bed.”
She pushed me, so I did as I was told, confusion filling me. “I begged them not to bring me here, but they didn’t believe I’d kill you. I’m sorry.”
Her hands wrapped around my neck and I sucked in a breath, letting it out shakily as my eyes slipped closed. She was going to do it. Good. I’d be able to keep myself still enough for her to strangle me, probably. Except her grip didn’t tighten. It released, my body screaming at the lack of contact. I felt her straddle me a second later and cracked my eyelids open.
She was naked, not a stitch of clothing on her. Not that she’d been wearing much before — only a borrowed t-shirt and sweats. They were pooled on the floor beside the bed now. “W-what are you doing?” I asked.
I grazed the skin of her sides with my knuckles. Freya shivered. “You need to feed,” she said, grinding herself down against the bulge in my pants.
My whine was loud enough to draw the attention of the guards outside the room, who glanced in and rapidly spun back around. “Not from you.”
“Do you not want to feed from me? You’ve done it before.”
“Yes, but you wanted me to. I don’t want to force you. Please, just kill me.”
She placed her hands on my neck again, squeezing. “Every time I think I understand how oblivious you are, you go and do something like this,” she murmured. “I won’t tell you I love you, Cas, because I don’t fucking say that. I don’t even know if I feel that. But I know you love me, and I trust you, and I want you. You’re not forcing me to do anything. I was going to fuck you tonight. This just makes it a bit more immediate, less build up and time to tease you.”
I struggled to breathe, and it wasn’t because of her hands. They were barely more than lovingly grazing me. I wanted so badly to ask her a million questions, to make her reconfirm what she’d just said ten thousand more times. My body wasn’t on board with taking that long, though. My attention was focused on her neck again.
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her as I stood and turned, bringing us down on the bed with me on top this time. “I’ll be rough with you,” I murmured, trailing my lips down her stomach. “I’m sorry.”
“You should have seen Shan fucking me. I tried to knife him, so he was in a bit of a mood. I think you’re good, lover boy.”
“And I don’t know how much I’ll need… I’ve never killed four people at once before. Are you sure you want to try? You’ll feel weak after, for sure. Plus, I might lose myself for a while, and not be thinking straight,” I said, rambling off everything that could happen, all the reasons she shouldn’t trust me with this.
She pushed my head down further so my lips were resting at the apex of her thighs, the light dusting of hair there tickling them. “Caspian, make me fucking come already. Eat your fill. If I don’t like something, I should be able to manhandle you off me. If it makes you feel better, I’ll promise to shout for help if you get out of hand. That guard can definitely hear everything, so I’ll be fine.”
“Can I fuck you too? I… um… get more, that way.”
“Make me come any way you want to, but start with this. Now, Cas. Your excuses are getting annoying, and I don’t want you to get lost in bloodlust instead.”
I attacked her with my tongue, finding her pussy wet and as delicious as it was the first time. Better, even, because her scent was no longer tainted by the chemical notes of the dampener she’d been using. All I smelled was her, vanilla and coffee, and pure Omega temptation. My tongue worked hard to make her spine curve and back arch off the bed, fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to leave bruises.
Until I’d eaten my fill, I wouldn’t be safe from the bloodlust, and I felt it creeping up on me with every passing second. I needed her orgasm to sate me, so I worked her higher and higher, pressing one finger inside of her and drawing out a keening moan. When she shouted and trembled I moaned with relief, instantly coming in my pants, but my sanity wasn’t intact yet.
I was still feral and hungry, her sweet energy only taking the edge off. I would have to fuck her every possible way until I’d tamed the beast, no matter how long it took.
Stripping so fast I heard my clothes rip, I lined up my cock with her slick entrance and slid inside her in one smooth motion. My finger brushed her clit repeatedly, despite knowing she must be sensitive from the last orgasm, and my hips smacked roughly against her ass and thighs. Our moans were a symphony of sound, both of us incredibly vocal.
When we came again, it was at the same time. Her body tensed around me as she hit me with another burst of magic, and my cock pulsed, filling her up. Our releases mixed, a wet spot forming on the bed, and I pulled out to dive down and taste the mixture of us with a groan. I lost myself there, tasting us, until her fingers wound in my hair and gave a harsh tug. “Come on. Be a good boy for me,” she said.
My eyes might have glazed over as I followed her lead, my hunger fading with every taste of lust I used for energy.
We may not be safe from me yet, but we would be. All because she’d trusted me.
ChapterEleven
FREYA
