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“I don’t need to tell you what I intend to do when I catch you. You know what will happen, and you want it. That truth is evident in the sweet scent of your essence that’s provoking me to give you what you crave.”
He was right. Everything about me was fired up and charged to a heightened alertness. It made everything more erotic. The knowledge of him hunting me down like an animal was wicked, but also hot as fuck. I’d never thought of it in any other way than terrifying, until now. Now, I’d been shown a new perspective which had totally just unlocked a new kink for me.
“The beast,” I hissed as my eyes closed and my hard, wanton panting became louder. The thrill of him catching me left me spiraling until I felt off-kilter. It simmered through my veins, want turning to need and need turning to hunger, which churned into something dangerous.Obsession.
A smile curled the corners of my lips as my inner-wantonness came out to play. It flitted through my mind as the tempting scent of vetiver, bergamot and sage drifted closer. His essence was addictive, and no matter how deeply I inhaled, it wasn’t enough.
Then Rowan was beside me and I was shooting out of his reach before he could claim me. Again, I raced through the forest as I dodged trees, and let myself be free from the restraint of the real world. It felt as if I was shedding the restraints of what they expected, and doing what I wanted instead.
I wasalive.
The thrill was palpable as everything collided together and sparked, igniting the need to force him to tame me. The dark, smokey laughter whispering around me merely pushed me to move faster, harder, without relenting as shadows crept around me. I was making myself reckless by the need for him to catch me and rut me into the ground.
There was a sharp growl right behind me as I burst through the tree line. Then there was an echo of them, which was only made more unsettling by the sudden absence of the moonlight. Between one step and the next, I’d been plunged into a darkness so thick my feet faltered. The world was a void, disturbed only by the slow appearance of glowing red eyes that blinked into reality like lightning bugs floating above an open field in the summer.
Warm breath fanned my neck, stoking my sinful hunger into a feverish pitch. My thighs clenched as Rowan created a primal, animalistic sound deep in his chest, and when it exited his lips, it was a dangerous sound of need. My knees hit the ground before Rowan was there, pushing me and twisting me until my back was pressed to the damp earth. His hands gripped mine, pinning them to the ground above my head, and his nails threatened to split the delicate skin of my wrists. He knelt above me with his knees bracketing my hips, and when his features finally came into focus, a gasp lodged itself in my throat, as if it were too afraid to draw his attention.
Gone was his human face, and in its place was one of a demon. Steel-gray eyes had been replaced with black voids that threatened to swallow me entirely. Shimmering specks of silver dust moved within them, like glitter had been swallowed into the void of eternal darkness.
Towering horns protruded from his skull, spiraling gently before ending in deadly points. Behind him, huge, dark, leathery wings whispered against the air, creating a soft, gentle breeze. Veins of pulsing silver threaded over his face and flowed down his throat and arms. They hummed with an untold power, rivaling only that of the thick limbs of primordial energy dancing and surging around him. All attached to him, as if they were a part of him somehow.
Not in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined being pinned in the drudgery by anything so hauntingly beautiful or depraved. My tongue darted out, slipping against my lips and drawing his dark, sightless gaze. I didn’t need him to tell me he’d possessed me with all the power of hell driving him on. It was tangible in his energy, which promised to destroy me. The devils in hell had nothing on him, nor did incubuses.
Something pushed my legs apart, and considering his hands still pinned my wrists and his legs still caged my hips, I had no idea what that ‘something’ was. It ripped the thin lace gown from my body, which forced a whimpered gasp free from my lips.
Strange, magical, snakelike things slid over my belly until they teased my hard, aching tips. More of the slithering began at my ankles and worked their way up my legs before forcing my knees to bend, and my feet to flatten against the ground. The moan which broke from my lips cut through the clearing, which echoed loudly around me as whatever was touching between my thighs created friction against my needy, soaking slit.
“You should be screaming,” he hissed, displeased by that fact.
He wasn’t wrong. Any sane person would’ve been screaming until they hyperventilated. But, really, what good would it do?
None.
His feverish lips ran over the curve of my exposed breast. My eyes widened with wonder as Rowan began growing even taller than he’d been earlier. He’d become much larger, which made me look dainty and delicate compared to his frame.
“Regardless, you’ll scream for me soon enough, Moira Darling.”
The large, hard-to-miss cock pushing against my stomach guaranteed his claim. But, as the primal extensions of his magick that had forced my knees to bend, then began slowly trailing up the insides of my thighs, I wondered if maybe he’d get me to scream before actually fucking me.
They slid to my clit, slapping it hard enough for pleasure to rock through me, then tenderly pushed through my slick, soaked arousal. His lips captured my nipple and encased the hard tip in his fiery mouth before he bit down hard enough to elicit a whimper from the pain he’d caused.
Rowan nipped, tugged, and teased my breast before sliding his heated lips up my body to my throat. Instead of ravishing my mouth like I craved, he scorched a trail down to my other neglected nipple. When he flicked it with his tongue, my eyes widened with wonder because, holy shit, that was fucking hot.
His horns grew shorter, as if he feared skewering me with them, and their lethal tips shimmered with glowing embers. Inky-black hands held my hips in place, but they weren’t his—or, maybe they were? They were attached to him somehow, which should’ve had me terrified instead of intrigued. I would have fallen down the rabbit hole of possibilities, but something thick and solid which wasn’t Rowan’s cock, which was still resting against my stomach, began pushing against my entrance. Rowan’s head lifted as it entered my pussy, pushing to invade my insides.
“Oh shit,” I whimpered breathlessly.
The slithering extremity expanded, which had me moaning as it caressed, and stretched my inner walls. Then rough hands forced my hips into a new angle, giving the thing invading my pussy a better angle to delve deeper.
Rowan watched me as I watched his magical appendage fuck me. He trembled as if he felt my pussy milking it as acutely as I felt it pushing deeper.
The fact that he was letting it taste my pleasure first, confused me. I wanted him to fuck me, even if the thing caressing my walls was pleasurable. He’d warned me of his intention and that he wouldn’t be gentle, but he was. And, I didn’t want gentle at the moment.
The hunt had awakened something dark within me, and I’d be damned if I didn’t get what I wanted. Rowan was holding back as if I couldn’t handle him, which caused my vision to go red with anger. As his focus lowered to where the dark tendril slowly moved in and out of my pussy, I fought his hold on my wrists.
He growled a warning, but that only had me struggling harder to break his hold, tempting him to unleash the fervor and animalistic nature I craved. A sane person wouldn’t provoke the crazed, lustful demon presently plundering her cunt. But who the hell said I was sane? Not me. Rowan slammed my arms down as the extremity fucked me hard enough to make it ache. It stroked my walls as it shifted into something with pleasuring, large bulges on the shaft, which had my whimpers turning to wanton gasps and pants.
Then I was empty and Rowan was yanking me off of the ground. His hand gripped my throat, and his ravenous mouth crashed against mine, harshly. There was no gentleness offered or wanted. His teeth scraped my lip, and his tongue invaded, demanding I concede to his prowess and dominance. As if I’d ever concede to shit. The kiss was feverishly brutal, with neither of us conceding as we went to war against one another, licking and sucking as the kiss continued until my lungs seared with the need for oxygen.
