“You’re mine,” Reeve snarled. He was so close I felt the hair on the back of my neck fly up. His hand wrapped around my arm. I jerked backwards, landing on my ass. Reeve loomed over me, his chest heaving, covered in sweat. I turned over, my belly scraping the ground and scrambled away, my arm smarting from being almost ripped from its socket. Reeve landed on my back. I collapsed from his weight. My head smashed into the ground. The scent of earth filled my nostrils. The weight and heat of Reeve consuming me. I whimpered as he immobilized me. I still tried to escape, wriggling against him, our slick skin quickly becoming filthy from the dirt.
“Yes,” he hissed, grabbing my hands, and wrenching them behind me. His fingers were tight around my wrists. His claws scored my skin enough that I hissed. “I knew you’d love this. I bet you’re soaked under this skirt, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for me to speak, his claws delving underneath and hooking my underwear. My hip stung as he wrenched them to the side the flimsy underwear snapping, and I felt his fingers burrowing deep inside me. He did it softly, gently, his claws hard and almost uncomfortable. Except that I was drenched and unbelievably horny. My pussy clenched around his fingers like a lock, and he groaned.
“So perfect,” he muttered, notching his legs in between mine and forcing them wider. My skirt rode up over my ass and he used his hand to push it up fully, revealing my bare bottom half. He was holding me with an iron grip, my body thrumming with need but also aching with being restrained. I wriggled, bucking my hips at the sound of his zipper. His arm pressed into my back, pushing me down and holding me immobile. The heat of his cock seared the skin of my entrance with its heat and I whimpered, knowing I was flooding it with even more arousal. He didn’t tease me, as far gone as I was. He slammed fully into me, and there was an unforgiving sensation, rubbing against my walls and making me gasp.. As he dragged his cock back, the sensation made me groan, sending my already sensitive skin alight. was even clearer,
“You-you’re pierced?” I looked back and met his ravenous gaze. He pressed a hand flat on my back and slammed his hips into me, driving me further into the dirt.
“Magic cross piercing darling. How does it feel?” He dropped his head back, looking at the sky and thrusting into me deep.
“Amazing,” I managed, squeaking as he let go of my hands and hauled my hips up. He lifted one leg in a lunge and ground his hips against me roughly. His piercing hit my g-spot, turning my body into molten liquid.
“Nothing has ever felt as good as you,” he grunted. The slap of his hips against my skin did something to me. My hands were clutching the dirt after he’d released them. There was something animalistic about this moment. His weight bore down on me. His hard cock dominated me in every way. I wanted to heighten the experience even more, letting some of my lust trickle out and infect us both. Like a drug, it took us higher, made the pleasure expand. Reeve laughed gutturally behind me, his fingers digging into my hips.
“I felt that. Oh my darling, that lust of yours is addictive,” he panted. “What about this? Do you like this?”
A second later, my body exploded with stars, an orgasm ripping through my body. I cried out, my body stiffening, my pussy clamping down on Reeve, hungrily locking onto him. His hips stuttered. A roar escaped him. He thrust into me once. Twice. Each time, it felt like I was coming again, my vision blurring with the amount of pleasure coursing through my body. I was overflowing with lust, so much that for the first time in an eon it leaked from my body, uncontrollably. Reeves’s hips slammed into me again, filling me with his hot cum.
“Allera. Fuck, Allera,” Reeve gasped, pressing tender kisses to my back. Each one released a tiny crest of pleasure in me. I shivered, moaning as he pulled out of me, turning me over. I was filthy and covered in dirt, but he didn’t seem to mind lying next to me in the filth. His hand came down to cup my pussy, preventing his release from spilling.
“Don’t waste a drop, little succubus. I don’t mind if we have children before we marry. In fact, I don’t think I can wait that long. I need to see you heavy with my seed.”
My eyes widened. The bliss that I was languishing in vanished.
“What?” I whispered, and he looked down at me with adoration.
“After tonight, you can’t tell me you aren’t mine. We are made for each other. I’m keeping you, little succubus.”
Present
I wiped away the lone tear ran down my cheek. Memories of Reeve flooded back, and I was overcome with echoes of the ecstasy we’d had together in the past. It had been perfection until he’d opened his mouth and tried to brand me with his words. I hadn’t reacted well, fighting with him, and leaving. It had begun a game that we’d been playing until I’d landed in this town. One that wasn’t fun. One that I couldn’t understand. He’d flipped so quickly it’d left me dizzy.
He was possessive. Wanting to own the very oxygen in my lungs because it had been inside me. He’d scared away anyone who offered to give me lust, keeping me weaker than I should have been. He wanted to be my only source of lust. While it had been incredible between us, the best I’d ever had apart from what had happened with Kellen, a succubus wasn’t made for monogamy. How would he react when I turned up on his doorstep and cried for peace? He might lash out at Kellen.
I mourned the possibilities we could have had. He wanted me collared and tied to him. A pet and a trophy. He was a dragon, and I was his bejeweled horde. The funny thing was that I missed him. I ached for his touch; I yearned for the mind-blowing experience of him turning my nerve endings into pleasure spots until my whole body was one giant current of lust. I missed his brand of intensity and the way I was the only person who could get him to smile. But he’d had to fuck it up.
A knock on the door drew me out of my morose thoughts.
“Allera, are you in there?” It was Trent, and he sounded harried. I opened the door and he recoiled. Tate was behind him. He looked down the hall and tried to press the door open. “Where have you been? You were supposed to stay with Christabel, but she’s with her parentstalking!”
“I’m sorry to worry you cousin, I just—” I started sniffling.
“What is wrong? Are you alone in there?” His eyes narrowed, and he exchanged a worried look with Tate, who shook his head.
“He’s not here today,” he muttered, and I almost growled. Were they talking about Paul? Did everyone know what a creep he was, and hoped he didn’t act badly? I wasn’t going to stand by like them. I was going to destroy that man. Especially now that I had the power to. I’d destroy him and then I’d get on my knees for Reeve and try to find a way forward that involved Kellen being with me as well.
“Of course I’m alone.” I struggled to keep the bite from my words. “I just have had my lady’s time. It arrived suddenly.”
Trent blanched and Tate took several steps back like I was a monster who might spread disease.
“I would like to go home now,” I added as Trent’s gaped like a fish.
“I see. Of course. Of course.” He hovered his hand near my shoulder to usher me out but not letting himself touch me. Rolling my eyes, I strode ahead. I needed to get home and call Landon. I had escape plans to make, and I needed help.
Chapter 9
Apersistenttappinghadme opening my bleary eyes. I blinked and burrowed deeper into my bed. The noise continued. Poking my head out of the covers and saw a looming figure in the window. A shriek barreled up my throat, trapped before it could wake the house. The shadow was peering through the window. I hadn’t bothered to close the curtains; they looked into the backyard and I figured any peeping toms might share a drop of lust if they were close enough. Golden hair flashed in the low moonlight.
Kellen.