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“Mine.” He groans, dropping to his knees, and yanks my ass to the edge of the hood, burying his face between my legs. My entire body trembles with the sensation of his tongue on me, devouring each drop of my desire with the desperation of a man reclaiming what’s rightfully his. Alastor has never taken me in this way, his mouth never lapping and tasting me in such a feral manner. Leiv’s hands grip tightly to my hips, holding me to his mouth and not giving me a second to think as he continues to push me closer to pleasure. I shake under his tongue, screaming out an orgasm so intense it verges on painful while clawing at his back.
“Leiv.” I pant. “Please.”
He looks at me with a knowing grin and stands up, towering over me; and then he tugs down his jeans and leans in, kisses me roughly, my juices still glistening around his lips.
“Can you taste yourself on my tongue, Wild One?” He pushes into me in one hard thrust, and I shout out, trying to adjust to his girth. “You. Are. Mine.” He pounds into me relentlessly. “He had no fucking right to touch you, and I am going to fuck every trace of him from your memory. Understood?”
I stare into his eyes, unable to respond under the force of his hips, his very presence consuming me.
“I asked you a fucking question, Carwen!” he shouts, wrapping both of his hands around my throat and squeezing, pounding into me faster. Harder. “I bet he can’t fuck you like this, can he? That old man couldn’t keep up with my pace.” He hisses into my ear and chuckles darkly when he lets up on my throat just long enough for me to pull in a frantic breath. “Make me cum, and I’ll let you breathe, Wild One. I want to feel how much you really want me.”
He kisses me savagely, tearing into my lower lip with his teeth, and the copper taste of my own blood mixed with the burning pleasure of his violent thrusts, claiming what’s his, shoves me into a bottomless spiral of all-consuming pleasure that I may never recover from. Everything before this moment pales in comparison as Leiv burns away every touch prior to his.
“Fuuck.” He moans out, his nails digging into my thighs as he spills into me. “Tell me, Wild One.” He pants, leaning his forehead against mine, and looks deep into my eyes. “What did you do to him? Is he dead?”
“No.” I place my hand against his cheek. “I wrapped him up for you, though. The kill- if you deem it necessary- is yours.”
“Good girl.” He steps back, lifting me from the hood, and puts me on my feet. He grins, watching at the slow trickle of his cum down my inner thigh, and reaches out, rubbing it into my skin. “Mine. Get used to it.”
“Yes, sir.” I smile shyly, looking up at him through thick, wet lashes.
“So, where is he?” Leiv steps back, reaching for his jeans.
“Tied to his chair.” I bite my lip, watching him tuck his cock back into his pants, and follow him to the rear of the shop and up the stairs into a small bedroom.
“You’re sure he’s alive?” He grabs a wallet and a set of keys from a small table, shoves them into his pockets, and looks back at me when I hesitate. “Carwen! This is your only warning. I will not tolerate any secrets or disobedience. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Otherwise, I will punish you, and know this, Wild One, I will take great pleasure in making you scream. Whether it’s in pleasure or pain is up to you. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” I flush at the possibilities, and he smirks.
“I have a feeling you are going to push every last one of my buttons, aren’t you?” He steps in closer. “Do you like the chase, Wild One? Because I sure as hell do, but what I’m really looking forward to is catching you. I can’t wait until I get to tie you up- still sweaty and breathless from trying to run from me- paint your flesh red with my bare hands, and then fuck you unconscious.”
“Please,” I whine, breath catching in my chest.
“Soon.” He takes my hand, leading me back out down the stairs, “Right now, I want you to take me to your father. He was alive when you left him, right?”
“Pissed off, but still breathing.” I giggle.
“But he’s tied up tightly? Did you leave him water?”
“If he didn’t wiggle and knock it over, he should have enough to survive a couple of days.” I huff, disappointed we seem to be rushing off to deal with Alastor when I was hoping he would put his mouth on me again first.
“Rein in the attitude, Carwen.” He growls, spinning me around and landing three fast lashes on my ass with his hand. “Next time, I’ll use something that breaks the skin, I swear it. I am not him, and I won’t fucking put up with your shit.”
“Yes, sir.” I lick my lips, sucking in the quick retort I nearly let slip. Leiv’s temper is much more volatile than Alastor’s, and I’m looking forward to tasting each punishment he can deal out, but I need to learn his hard limits first. I know how far I can push Father before he actually kills me from testing him over the years. Leiv is a thrilling new unknown, and I’m practically vibrating with excitement.
“You were made for me, Carwen.” He pulls me out of the garage and lifts me to sit sideways on the seat of a motorcycle waiting in the parking lot under a lone streetlight. “You look-” he studies my face, placing a hand on my upper thigh and chuckling when I tremble under his fingers “-aroused at the thought of me punishing you. Tell me, little sister, do youwantme to hurt you?”
“Yes,” I hiss out when he reaches under my dress, pinching my clit roughly.
“Good. Like I said-” he pulls a helmet onto my head and tugs me to my feet before climbing on and nodding for me to get on behind him “-you were made for me. Now, hold on tight because we have business to tend to before we can explore any more of that. Just remember… you asked for it.”
As we pull out of the parking lot, leaving this shitty little town and Alastor’s pickup truck behind us, the only thing running through my mind is: Together, Leiv and I are going to burn it all to the ground. I was made for him.
* * *
When we pullinto the driveway, the sun is just beginning to peek over the top of Father’s workshop. On any other day, we would have already eaten breakfast, and the clatter of him working inside the faded red barn would provide the soundtrack to whatever I chose as my morning task. But today, the yard and our home are completely still. There’s no movement, not a single animal in sight, and no sounds of happiness. It’s as if the entire meadow is holding its breath while we wait to see what will come of our spoiled union. The morning is as anxious as I am, and the silence is so thick that it is nearly crushing me under its weight.
“He’s inside the main house?” Leiv asks, waiting for me to climb off the back of his bike before getting to his feet.
