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“Wrong answer.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his length sprang free and slapped his stomach. Huge, thick, and ridged right where his cockhead met his shaft. Even though I’d become well acquainted with it, it still took my breath away every time I saw it.
He held my hip with one hand and weaved the other into my hair, grasping the strands close to the scalp. With one punishing thrust, he bottomed out inside me. He gave me no time to adjust, pounding into me relentlessly. I held onto his forearm for dear life.
“Fuck, fuck,Ares!” I screamed his name.
My moans echoed through the trees creating a symphony of noise with the rushing of the stream nearby. I didn’t care anymore if he knew I was enjoying it.Dick would be my downfall.
He yanked my head back to expose my neck and sank his teeth right below my pulse point. Pleasurable pain splintered through me and tears ran down my cheek. He licked them up and groaned.
“You taste like victory,” he whispered in my ear as he rammed into me faster. “One day, you’ll wake up and your implant will be gone. I’m going to find a way, even if I have to cut it out myself. You’re my breedable Little Goddess and I’ll claim you inevery single way.”
A flood of wetness soaked us as he set off an orgasm that barreled into me, knocking me unconscious for a few seconds. When I came to, he was on his knees turning me to my side, his dick still inside me.
“W-what are you doing?” I asked as he lifted my leg onto his shoulder and held my calf, hitting an entirely new spot. My body softly glowed, and my pussy spasmed from his continued assault.
“Fucking you boneless until you’re too tired to run away again.” He grinned a Cheshire Cat smile, a layer of sweat collecting on his forehead and dampening some of his curly hair.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, hazy with lust.I must have melted into the stone while I was out of it.He took his hand out of my hair, grasping onto my calf. Heat pooled low in my belly and traveled all the way to my toes. I felt the ridges in his cock rubbing inside me, setting me ablaze. “Keep going,please.”
He dug his fingers into my calf, dragging them down to scratch the skin. “Who do you belong to, Diana? Come for me again, and tell me who. Clench around me and squeeze the cum right from my fucking sack. I hope to Hades that stupid fucking implant doesn’t work.”
“You! You. Finish me, please!”
I wasn’t in my right mind. I was so dick-drunk and caught up in the moment. Why did this batshit crazy man make me feel this way? And what was wrong with me that instead of running away, I met him thrust for thrust and for a few seconds, wished he was right about the implant? He slammed into me so hard my body bowed off the stone and I came again, clamping around him like a vise. He came inside me with a deafening roar.
Deliriously spent, I tipped my head back and stared at the dusky night sky. Some of my anger from earlier had disappeared, leaving me to sink into a sated bliss. The sun was almost gone, and the beautiful hues of blues, yellows, and pinks caught my attention. I admired it as I tried to catch my breath. He moved my legs so the outsides of my thighs hit the stone, the insides on display for him. He used two fingers to push the cum back into me, despite knowing I had the implant. At this point, I didn’t care.Fuck me again, why not. Fuck me so hard I turn into a layer of sediment and become one with the stone beneath me.
A faint whooshing sound reverberated through the forest and a sharp, quick burn hit my inner thigh. I tried to sit up, but Ares held me down with one arm while pinning my thigh in place. I was so exhausted and magically spent that I had no choice but to let him. The burning sensation moved, spreading over my skin and causing a stinging, tingling sensation. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable. He held me down for another few seconds, and chuckled to himself when the sensation stopped.
He finally let me go, and I sat up. On my other thigh, across from Bash’s claim mark, wasAresin neat cursive lettering. His finger was on fire, and he blew it out.
“What?”I was speechless. Did he…tattoo me?!
“You said you belonged to me, so now you have my mark too. It’s official, Little Goddess. You can burn Diana into me when we get back to the house.” A wildly inappropriate, prideful look lit up his face. “I used my fire magic to give you a flame tattoo–only magical beings with fire magic can give or get them, so it’s special.”
“Youbranded me, without asking?” Anger quickly replaced any bliss from earlier, surging up like a geyser about to blow. He fuckingbrandedme like I was cattle. Did he misunderstand the reasons why I left in the first place?
“No, a fire tattoo isn’t a brand. It’s literally the same thing as a tattoo but you use fire instead of ink. Ididask, and you agreed you belonged to me.” His scrunched brows raised where they met, and he frowned in confusion.
“Asking that during sex isn’t the same thing as actually asking!” I shouted. I was so furious that I started to tear up.
“There you two are!” Bash shouted as he neared our clearing by the stream. “You ran so far out of the way.”
He looked at me, sitting on the rock with my pants off, tears streaming down my face. He stepped closer to me, until he stood close enough to see the brandon my inner thigh. The emotional fortitude I thought I had was a sham. I started sobbing, screaming, and slapped Bash’s hand away when he tried to touch it.
“Diana,” he begged. “Please talk to me, I’m sorry.” I slapped his hand away again.
A firm palm curled over the back of my neck. I turned to my right to see Desmond peering down at me with a hard, unreadable expression. Drowsiness surged through me, even though I fought to hold it at bay. I couldn’t fight his empath powers because any hope I had of focusing was dashed. Bash picked me up and cradled me in his arms. He had a soft, remorseful expression on his face, but I wasn’t dumb enough to fall for that twice.
As soon as I could, I was escaping this prison.
They had been gone for a while. I had no doubt they’d find her, because she didn’t plan her escape well. The whole thing seemed impulsive. I stayed behind to clean up the broken furniture, glass, wood, and debris around the house. All the windows had been shattered from her magical temper tantrum. There was a huge hole in the wall and plaster dust everywhere. The bottom floor was trashed. I teleported it all into a pile outdoors, so we could dispose of it later.
I also stayed behind because I wasn’t comfortable chasing after Diana. Since the incident, there had been a few times where I felt unexpectedly enraged toward her. I’d imagine myself hurting her… sometimes even killing her. Something inside me screamed at me to do it. I’d suppressed my unexplainable urges. If it got bad, I just walked away. Those impulses weren’t mine. They felt foreign in my mind, like someone else was saying them to me, whispering the directives in my ear.
Even though I disliked Diana, even hated her at times, I wasn’t the type of man to murder someone for fun outside of my job. Yes, torture was fun, but only when I was getting paid to do it. My friends may have replaced me with her, but I still loved them. I wouldn’t hurt someone they cared deeply for. They would probably kick me out if I told them about the urges, so I kept it to myself. I was more than capable of controlling it.
I tried to keep my distance while still seeing my friends, but it had gotten harder to do as the days went on. They all spent a ton of time with Diana. They all had lessons with her, ate dinner with her, and at night they’d watch movies, barely having any time for me. Every night, one or two of them would sleep in her room. None of them had paid me anovernightvisit in some time. The last time I saw them before guys’ night was at lunch. I had tried to make conversation with Diana, but she just acted like she hadn’t heard me. Desmond asked me to be nicer to her, so she felt more comfortable in the house after the incident. I personally didn’t think she’d ever feel comfortable around me again.I wouldn't if I were her.
