Cain released her hand and slipped his finger deep into her pussy. “Soaking wet.” He withdrew the digit and sucked it clean. “Lie back. Move your hair away from your face, I want nothing obstructing my view. That’s it.”
Staying on his knees, he gripped her thighs, raised her hips and tilted them to line up his cock with her entrance. “Come when you want.” He thrust hard,forcinghis way deep, stretching her without mercy.
She’d barely had a moment to register the sting when a warm, electric wave of pleasure washed over her soul, wrenching at her body so her back bowed almost violently. It was different this time. Held an edge. It was like when her scalp prickled from having her hair pulled, or like the burn from a hand coming down sharply on her ass—the pain complemented the pleasure and gave it a dark, addictive feel. The sensation came again,so fucking intense, and she cried out.
“Shh, you can take it.” He pulled back his hips and then slammed his cock home just as he sent another wave of pleasure/pain sweeping over her soul. “That’s it, hurt for me.”
Cain began powering into her hard and deep, just as he’d been aching to do since he’d watched her in that gauntlet. There was something very feral about Wynter Dellavale when she fought, and that appealed to him on a fiercely sexual level that was entirely primitive. Just the same, the predatory elegance with which she’d moved had intensified his monster’s need toownher.
Driven by a similar insanely intense need to possess her, Cain took her with thrusts of his cock and strokes to her soul. He wanted her fucking addicted to him. Tothis. Wanted her to need him like she’d never needed anyone else. Wanted her to come back to him again and again, unable to help herself.
So he fucked and wrecked and dominated her—overwhelming her body and soul. He wanted her mind as well, greedy for every part of her. She was becoming an obsession and he knew it, but fuck if he could do anything about it.
She came hard, fracturing right before his eyes, so beautiful she gripped his gut. Not done with her yet, he kept going; kept brushing her soul with pleasure/pain while brutally hammering into her pussy. And then he sensed another orgasm building fast.
He growled. “That’s it, break for me.”
She screamed, her spine snapping straight, her inner muscles clenching his cock, her eyes wet with tears.
Cain groaned, slamming harder and faster. “Love it when you cry.” He shoved deep and came so hard his vision went black for a second.
She was trembling beneath him, her eyes shut, her lips parted. He draped himself over her and brushed away a tear with his thumb. She didn’t move. Didn’t respond when he feathered soft kisses down the side of her face that he often found his gaze drifting to. And he quickly realized she’d passed out.
Cain felt his mouth curve. She’d be annoyed about that tomorrow, but he had no intention of waking her. Instead, he rolled onto his side and drew her close, surprised when he sensed that his creature planned to stay awake and watch over her.
Azazel leaned back against the wall of the solar room the next morning as he said, “Her story checks out. My source confirmed what she told us about her past, her mother, and why both were exiled.”
Cain turned away from the window overlooking his garden. “You thought she was lying?”
“I expect everyone to lie to me, because I lie to everyone else.Our kindlive a lie.” Azazel frowned, pensive. “Plus, she has this unfamiliar vibe about her. I don’t think she’s all witch. Maybe she’s a hybrid of some kind. She never mentioned her father. It could be that he isn’t a witch. My source isn’t sure who he is, only that he never came to Aeon with her old coven.”
“Do the Aeons suspect she’s responsible for the land’s deterioration?”
“Yes, though they don’t know how.”
“Did you tell your source there’s a curse at work?” If so, Cain would be pissed.
“No. That’s a need-to-know thing. He doesn’t need to know.” Azazel tipped his head to the side. “So, you took her home with you last night.”
“Yes, and I’d like to get back to her before she wakes up and disappears, so are we done?”
Blinking, Azazel pushed away from the wall. “Wait, she’s still here?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“My bedchamber.”
Azazel squinted. “As in your personal chamber, or one of the rooms you use for women you bring home?”
“The first,” Cain carelessly replied, going for aloof.
“Don’t act like that’s nothing, Cain. Our monsters don’t easily accept other people in their den.Especiallyfor an overnight stay. Your creature didn’t fight you on it?”
“It likes having her where it can see her. Which is more about control than anything else. It wants to be able to see for itself that no other man is near her.”
“So it’s possessive of her?”