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Wynter sucked in a sharp breath as her soul was hit by another carnal surge of pleasure . . . just as white-hot pain stabbed her wrist and Cain rammed his hips forward, stuffing her full of his cock.
She broke. She came. She fucking soared.
A scream echoed off the walls as her orgasm consumed and tore her into a million fragments. Every muscle in her body spasmed and clenched. Her hand shot out, needing a physical anchor, and connected with Cain’s upper arm.
He licked up one of her tears. “I love watching you break for me, pretty witch. Your barriers fall. Your filters crumble. Your outer shell melts. The control you cling to evaporates. And then I get to see you exactly as you truly are. No one else sees you like I do.”
He wasn’t wrong. It used to unnerve her, but she’d come to trust that she could be vulnerable around him; to trust that he’d never take advantage of that.
She glanced at her throbbing wrist. A circle of flames encompassed a “C” that had a snake slinked around it. Seal, my ass. It wasn’t some kind of stamp. It was a scar. As if someone had branded her with a hot iron. The mark was literally seared into her flesh.
He hummed, satisfied. She could swear that something moved behind his eyes. Something . . . dark. Other.
He reared back his hips and, oh Jesus, the rasping of his cock against her swollen inner walls was freaking amazing. “Hands above your head. Angle your arms so I can see your wrists. I want to look at my seal while I fuck you. That’s it, very good.”
She swallowed. “I don’t think I can come again.” She felt totally wrung dry. “Seriously.”
Cain felt a smile pull at his mouth. “Challenge accepted.” He slammed his cock home again, gritting his teeth as her pussy gripped him tight. “You know what you are? All the fuck mine.”
He took her hard, his thrusts nothing short of savage, knowing he had to be hurting her. But she lifted her hips to meet every lunge, groaning and whimpering. Which both he and his creature fucking loved.
Cain drove as deep as he could go, wishing he could delve even deeper. At the same time, he dealt whip after whip of pleasure to her soul. He wanted her to feel him everywhere—inside, outside, even in her fucking thoughts. Until it felt like they wore the same skin.
The sight of his seal on her flesh amplified his arousal, fed his need to take, and made his dick harder than it had ever been in his goddamn life. So it was no wonder that his orgasm crept up on him fast. Determined to send her over the edge a second time, he kept on slicing his cock deep into her body while bombarding her soul with surge after surge of pleasure. Just as he sensed she was close to coming, he thumbed her clit.
Her lips parted on a silent scream as she bucked and arched and clamped down on his dick. There was no holding his release back any longer. It roared through him like a booming crack of thunder, whipping up his spine and shooting out of his cock.
Feeling all hollowed out, he collapsed over her, breathing hard. When he could finally move again, he kissed her neck and asked, “You awake?” There’d been a few occasions on which she’d passed out straight after coming.
“Hm,” was her only response.
Raising his head, he saw that her eyes were closed and her head had lolled to the side. He lifted her arm, looking down at his seal. Satisfaction all but sizzled in his blood. Not only at the sight of the mark, but at the fact that she’d so easily agreed to wear it. No hemming, no hawing, no conditions, no hesitation at either accepting his claim or wearing proof of her commitment to him.
The whole thing soothed his inner creature. The monster had wished to collect other women before, but not like this. It had wanted to acquire them, but there’d been a certain objectivity in the way it viewed them . . . like they were an antique or a piece of art. But then the novelty would fade, and its interest would shift. Much like a child desperately but shallowly wanting a toy and then tiring of it once they’d played with it for a while.
With Wynter, it was different. The creature didn’t simply want to acquire her. It didn’t view her as a mere object that would be fun to collect. It saw her. Looked upon her as a person. It wanted her acceptance, her respect, and her loyalty. And Cain knew it wouldn’t stop hounding him until it finally had what it wanted. The seal would placate the monster for a while, but it would eventually push for her acknowledgement again.
Cain lightly touched the seal, and her eyes snapped open as her body jolted. “Sensitive?” he asked.
She nodded, her gaze narrowing. “You could have warned me it was gonna hurt like a mother when you imprinted it on me.”
He grinned. “There would have been no fun in that.”
Snorting, she shook her head. “I stupidly have moments where I forget you can be a sadistic shit.”
“That is stupid,” he agreed.
She play punched his arm. “Asshole.”
Humming in amusement, he pressed a kiss to her mouth. “So violent.”
“So irritated.” She huffed. “Can’t you let a girl enjoy her post-orgasm buzz?”
“Apparently you also forget I can be a mentally sadistic shit as well.”
She sighed. “Fuck, yeah, I do sometimes forget.”
Gathered around Wynter in the living room the following morning, her coven stared down at the brand-spanking-new seal on her inner wrist.
