Now
Rhea stands there, the side of her body in view. Blood coats her in places, and I’m close enough to smell some of her blood is tinging the air. I step forward, not even looking down at the body before her yet as I need to see where she is injured, need to see where she is hurt.
I see a few cuts and scrapes, and my blood boils inside of me, a rage so quick and strong. My Heir markings come alight, and I know my eyes have changed. I growl, it’s low and deep, hating the thought of her hurt.
Rhea’s head snaps my way, a snarl on her face. She’s shaking, her own Heir markings appearing because of mine, and that calms me somewhat. The connection thrums between us, an invisible rope twining with each other and I take a step forward.
She bares her teeth, her hands clenching into fists at her side as she turns toward us. Blue strands appear around her knuckles, whipping around wildly and I pause, tilting my head at them. My own power reacts, ready just below the surface.
Leo and Damian release curses.
She has blood covering her mouth and neck, the red painting her skin. It flows down her t-shirt, splotches and splatters of it, and I wonder how much of it is hers.
The thought makes me growl again.
I take another step forward, then another, all the while my little wolf is shaking with rage. When I step through the open doorway, I turn my head to the body on the floor, her eyes dull and open. My brows furrow.
I go to take one more step into the room when Rhea growls her warning.
My head snaps her way, my dominance coming out so the aura fills the hallway and the room. Her’s meets mine, but rather than a clash, it melds together, creating something that is ours.
I look over her, at her markings pulsing, at the way her eyes fill with black specks that I haven’t seen since Wolvorn Castle that first time.
The body on the floor twitches, and I pull my eyes away to look at it again.
“Fuck,” Damian says, going to move past me.
Rhea lets out a deep snarl, and my hand reaches out, gripping Damian by the arm as she watches his every move, turning to stand in front of her prey, ready to not let him near.
“Go,” I tell him. “And you too, Leo, I’ll handle this.”
“She fucking killed her,” Leo hisses. “When this reaches the Highers…”
“I said go. Do not make me hurt you to get you away from her.” They hesitate, but they do as I’ve ordered and leave me alone with the female who has fury in her eyes.
When I hear their footsteps retreating, knowing they are away from here, I move into the room and close the door, never turning my back on her.
She watches me, her eyes the only thing tracking me as I move to the center of the room.
“Did you kill a witch, little wolf?” I ask, once again trailing my eyes over her blood soaked body. She looks like a warrior, a warrior that took out a Highers’ witch and survived.
My cock fills at the sight, even though anger settles beneath my skin. How the fuck did she get out of our room?
I take another step toward her, and she snarls at me this time, her eyes wild, her chest heaving. I’m not the only one angry it seems.
I tilt my head at her, licking my lips. “You want to fight?” I ask her, and her hands ball into fists. “What has got my little wolf so worked up, hmm?”
She says nothing.
Fine.
I take another step forward, ignoring her warning growls and snarls. She doesn’t scare me, doesn’t realize that all she is doing is turning me on.
A deep purr comes from within me when I look her over. She’s not going to talk this out right now in this state. I don’t know what Maize said to her, if she knows what the witch was here for. Her eyes tell me she knows though. Her dominance pulses off her, and I let mine greet it again, letting her know that there is something just as equal in this room with her.
Her growls get more violent, and an unknown breeze passes through the room. I smile.
I rush her, my arms gripping hers as she kicks out at me. There is no coordination to her attacks, no thought or reason at all. She snarls and growls, twisting and kicking and baring her teeth.
She’s wild.
I spin her, pushing her toward the bed. She struggles, but I keep a firm hold. Her head flies forward, and her teeth lodge in my shoulder. I groan before letting a chuckle release from me. Ahh, so that’s what she did. My little wolf tore at Maize’s throat until she was no more.
Gods, I couldn’t be fucking harder.
We fall to the bed, her legs around my waist, and I’m unable to stop the rock of my hips, letting her know exactly what I think about what she did in here. My hands move down to her wrists, and I pin them at the sides of her head. She snarls into my skin. I rip her free of my shoulder, feeling my skin split as I hover above her. She snaps her teeth at me, her eyes full of rage and I smirk down at her.
“Look at you,” I purr. “So feisty, so violent.” I rock into her again, and her thighs squeeze my waist. “Fuck. You have no idea what you look like right now.” Moving her wrists into one hand, calling some of my magic to secure my hold, my other hand goes to her throat. She snaps at it, wanting to bite, but I evade her teeth and grip her tightly. When she still doesn’t settle, I squeeze. A wheezing breath comes with a growl next. “You have caused a problem, little wolf.” I tell her, unsure if my words are even sinking in. “You just sped up the timeline, and that is something we agreed not to do.” She wiggles beneath me, but all it does is cause friction on my cock. “Keep doing that.”
“Fuck you,” she breaths.
I laugh, but it’s not a nice sound. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, putting your self in danger like that.” She goes to reply, but I apply more pressure to her throat. “No,” I growl down at her. “I don’t know how you got out of our room, but going after a Higher’s witch? Are you out of your mind!” I shout in her face, my control slipping.
She could have been seriously hurt, she could have been fucking killed!
“You do not have full control over your magic, you have no weapons on you, and even though I’m hard as a fucking rock thinking about how you tore into her with your teeth…” I take a deep breath, willing for some patience, but I find none. “Do you have any idea what would have happened if she had killed you?”
“You let her in here to fuck her,” she croaks out, her eyes flashing. Does she really think I would touch another?
I stare at her for a moment, and then I’m dragging her off the bed. I let go of her wrists and spin her to face the wall. Her palms slap against it, and I hold them there with my magic. I’m taking her shorts off in the next second, and then I bring my hand down on her ass.
She arches her back, trying to escape the sting, but I do it again. Then again and again. “I would have fucking tore this keep down If you had died,” I tell her, my tone low and dangerous just thinking about it. “I would have destroyed anything and everything near me. I wouldn’t care who it was, who was near. The thought of you not being here…” I growl and slap her ass again. She whimpers, squirming where she stands, but she’s at my mercy. “I have been without you for months, I won’t be without you for a lifetime.”
I rip her panties off of her, feeling between her legs and groan at the wetness that I feel there. I gather some and bring it to my lips, closing my eyes at the taste of her. Reaching a hand around to the front of her throat, I gather some of the blood there and bring it in front of her to see.
“Look at this,” I tell her. “I’m going to fuck you with the enemy’s blood on both of our hands.” She snarls. “You don’t like that?” She says nothing, and I think for a moment. “You don’t like her blood on me?” She hesitates, but then shakes her head. “Tough shit, little wolf. You made her bleed, and the enemy’s blood is ours. You don’t do things on your own anymore, you have me now. And me fucking you with that bitches blood on both of us? Fuck, Rhea, I could come right now at the thought of your little teeth tearing into her.” I bring myself out and stoke a hand down my cock. I have to have her. Now. I tilt her hips and then I’m inside of her in a brutal thrust. Rhea screams, her hands clenching against the wall as I pull back and thrust forward again. “That’s it,” I purr. “Feel what you do to me, how hard you make me. Feel how much I fucking crave you.”
She moans, going on her tiptoes and my hand is in her hair, yanking her head back so she can look at me for what I have to say next.
“I would never fucking touch her.” She glares. “I could never touch her. The thought of it makes me sick, just like the thought of you touching another does the same. That’s what this is, isn’t it? Why you did what you did?” She snarls, and I snap my hips forward, drawing a moan from her. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good.” She whimpers, pushing back against me. “Good girl,” I groan, pushing her head forward and nipping at the nape of her neck.
She pulses around me, and I bring my other hand around, circling her clit. The moan she lets out has my balls tightening, and my thrusts speed up. The sound of our skin slapping together, the harsh sound letting me know I’m not taking it easy on her. She doesn’t want me to right now, and I couldn’t even if I tried.
She feels out of control, scared that she can’t calm down. I feel it in the air, feel it like her soul is telling mine. So I will give her this, fuck her until she can’t move, letting me bring her back from her fury that she has no need for.
Letting her know that I will be here to catch her if she falls, no matter what the fall looks like.
“You are mine,” she says on a moan as my hips snap forward, faltering for a moment at her words. “She isn’t allowed to have you, and you were going to let her!”
“It gets me hard that you are possessive of me, little wolf, but I don’t want anyone touching me like that. Only you.” I move my fingers down, feeling her stretching around my cock. “You are so fucking wet for me, it’s dripping off my cock.” She whimpers. “You like that, don’t you? The thought of your scent on me, that anyone else close enough to my cock would know that this doesn’t belong to them.” She growls in agreement, and I laugh. “Only you, little wolf,” I say, punching my hips forward and my fingers go back to her clit. She clenches around me. “I was never going to let her touch me, no matter the consequences of that. Now come on my cock and coat it. Let it sink into me and stay there, right where it should be.” Her back arches as her pussy contracts. I feel a surge of wetness on my cock, dripping from her every time I pull my hips back as she comes. “Fuck.” My hips stutter, and then I’m gripping her waist, pinning her to me as I give her what she really wants, even though I’m sure she doesn’t really know why she wants it. But I do, I know my instincts and I know hers.
My eyes close, and my head tilts back as some of the tension releases from my body as I paint her insides. Rhea slumps forward, her legs shaking, and I quickly pull out of her and lift her in my arms. I leave the room, taking the hallways until we reach our bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, I spread her legs, not done with her yet in the slightest. As soon as my cock is back inside of her, her eyes open, connecting with mine.
My hand goes to her throat again, ready to restrain her in case she tries to get to my throat, but her eyes are clear now, and her markings receded.
I lazily pump in and out of her. “Are you hurt?” She shakes her head, but I lean back on my knees and look her over. I rip her t-shirt down the middle, she grumbles, but I ignore her. She has a slice in her arm, and a wound near her ribs. I growl as I put my hand to it, never stopping as I continue moving my hips back and forth. “You are hurt.” I feel her magic pulse beneath my hand, my eyes flicking up to hers as my brows furrow. She’s healing.
I’m still pissed she put herself in danger, but to know that her magic is healing her at a faster rate than having a wolf does, calms me.
She moans, her eyes rolling into her head and I lean back down over her, changing the angle. She sucks in a breath, and I nip at her jaw as her hands come to my shoulders. I haven’t even undressed.
“I’m going to fuck you all night. That way, you will know that I don’t need to go anywhere else. That I don’t want to go anywhere else. It’s always you, Rhea.“ She whines as I draw her legs around my waist, pulling her closer by her ass to get deeper. “Good girl,” I tell her as she comes again. I watch her as she does, possessiveness rising within me, never wanting anyone to see her like this, and they won’t. I will fucking kill them.
Just like she killed Maize.
When she comes down, I’m back on my knees and pulling her in my lap. I raise her up and down with my hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. She hisses, probably from me smacking her ass before, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. My mouth comes down on her, needing to taste her, and she opens instantly, letting me in. My chest rumbles in approval as our tongues tangle together, and she echoes it, all the while I’m dropping her back down on my cock. She moans into my mouth, and I devour the sound, bouncing her harder. She pulls back on a gasp, her pussy tightens around me again and I groan, my grip tuning bruising. She wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face there as she bites down.
My release spills inside of her, and I can feel the smirk she’s hiding, knowing she just caused me to come quicker than I wanted.
Does my little wolf think she has the upper hand?
I throw her down and hover above her, looking at the lightness in her eyes and pausing for a moment to take it in.
When she wiggles on my cock, I smirk. “Playtime starts now, and when I’m done, you will be waking up with my cock still inside of you.”
