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“Shh Adam. I’m sleeping.” I feel like we’ve had this conversation before. Many times.
“Echo, you need to wake up right now.”
“No.”
“I bit you…” He chokes. “I fuckin’ bit you.”
“Bonded me. Yes, you did.” I nuzzle further into the softness beneath me. It’s chilly out here. Out here? Yes, we’re outside. Not without shelter though, no. The shelter I provided. I will always provide. “I asked you to.”
“Fuck that. Echo, need you here with me, baby.” His voice is hoarse, ragged from the rattling and the roaring he did all day and night. He fucked me sideways and I’m ready to sleep for the next seven nights — days, too. He was ruthless and relentless. Never seen him look like that before, with such mania in his eyes, such desperation.But there was devotion there, too.
He kept talking about the flowers. And every time he whispered the word, I felt more and more flowers bloom around us, not surrounding us like the cocoon, but attempting to blot out the sky. It became my job — my whole job — to ruin the world with petals, like the rubble of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. I didn’t call on any powers, I didn’t summon any gifts. I just…breathed. Adored and let myself be adored. Adorned and let myself be adorned. I forgot about hate. No, I didn’t forget it. I left it outside the gates.
I breathe and I hear the sounds of life flowering around me. My Berserker’s voice hitches, like it’s done already so many times. I hear him sniffle and grin, but I’m still unwilling to open my eyes, even to see my big bad Berserker in tears. “Are you crying?”
“Berserkers don’t cry. Now get up, Echo. Not gonna ask again.”
“You gonna order me?” I wait. A lot hangs on this moment.
But he doesn’t miss a beat and says, “Nah. Gonna tickle you.” His fingers dig into my sides and I yelp at the unexpected sensation.
I scream bloody murder and bat at his hands.
“Jesus Christ.”
I open my eyes and my Berserker lies flat on his back, his arms out to either side, strapped to the ground at the wrist by heavy black vines. They’re as thick as snakes and frightening. I start away from them and Adam’s eyes crinkle. He laughs. “Can’t be scared a’ shit you fuckin’ created.” He lifts up using his stomach muscles alone and all the vines, even as big as they are, snap. He reaches for my face and cups my cheek, tilting my head to the side so he can see my neck. “You…y’aren’t bleeding.”
His thick eyebrows come together and the concerned expression makes my lust flare. I shove on his shoulders with both hands until he lies flat in the bright green grasses. They’re high. Overgrown. Lush and unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Grass like this doesn’t grow in the bogs of Paradise Hole. His eyes explode with starlight as I lithely swing one leg over his hips and then reach between my thighs for his length. It’s hard. It’s always hard.
“Mine,” I whisper.
He starts to lean up, but a vine snaps out of the ground and latches around his throat, dragging him back. I think of the belt he placed around my neck, the thrill of it, and meet his gaze in challenge. He swallows and bares his front teeth at me — not teeth, fangs. They’re all glistening with silver venom that drips back into his mouth and I’m not afraid of it. The rational part of my brain thinks I should be, but I’m not.
I reach into his mouth and he jerks his head back — tries — but there’s nowhere for him to go, not without toppling me and breaking the vine and taking away my control. I pull my silver-coated finger back and suck on it hard. Adam grabs my hips and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, but he doesn’t push or pull as I lift myself up, position his veiny red erection at the dripping entrance of my brown lower lips, and sink onto him as much as I can.
I take him all into me, remembering the Beta I fucked in Prayersville and immediately forgetting him.What was his name again?Adam.What did his face look like?Strong and tan, with hard cheekbones and tangled brown hair thick enough for my fingers to get lost in.What did he smell like?Like ancient Berserker warlords on the hunt, ready to steal, pillage and destroy.
The fingers of my once broken hand slip past his lips and smear the venom across his front teeth. His fangs elongate, four of them looking like the fangs of a massive, mythical snake. I press my thumb to the sharpened tip, feel his resistance, but I push past it. I break my skin and red blood releases into his mouth while silver venom slips into my bloodstream.
“Oh fuck, that feels good.” I throw my head back, grab his hand on my hip and shove it against my clit. With one featherlight touch, I come instantly.
I shiver out an orgasm while this beautiful raging fullness fills and fuels me. I open my eyes and I see yellow, which doesn’t make sense to me at first. There is no sunshine here.
“Flowers,” I whisper, sounding like Adam, just as reverent.
The sky is full of flowers. Whatever happened last night to the ground surrounding us has spread its arms up to create a dome that hangs high over our heads. Flowers cling to vines and drip towards us. White petals fall from the vines and drift in the lazy breeze that permeates the patchy parts of my creation, but that’s okay, because more flowers just come to take their place.
I’m so warm. Beneath me, Adam’s chest is heaving. “Can’t leave me like this, wife.”
I blink down at him and see that his pupils are blown again. I struggle to keep myself upright and nod, arm shaking against his chest where it’s planted over his heart. The vine releases his neck without me having to do anything more thanwantit. Adam doesn’t have to command me at all.
He moves the instant the order’s been given, circling one arm around my shoulders and cupping the back of my head while his other hand pushes us up off the ground, revolving us until he’s on top of me.
“Careful with your arm, wife,” he says, calling me that word again in a way that’s purely deferential and without mocking.
It makes my eyes glaze, being claimed like that. It makes my pulse hammer knowing that he’s been claiming me in this way for some time. It makes my cheeks burn to know that he was teasing me all along — that there never was anybody else. It makes my lungs sear remembering the things he said about me. My heart hurts, it’s so full.
“Sure it isn’t hurt?”
