Mine

TYKE

Mine?

The back of this fuck goddess arches, her fists flailing the sheets with need as I push into her, her pussy rippling around my cock, so tight, slick, ready...

Her moans are breathy, mine a fuck-knot of groans, my desire rising in step with every thrust.

I try to stay gentle and go slow, but I can't—Devil's offspring—the ghost of my past breathing down my neck, fogging my being. Dark pleasure surges through me, barely allowing Fay to catch her breath.

My desire turns primal, teeth closing on Fay's neck as I charge into her relentlessly. I feel every pulse, every cry of envy resounding up the length of my tusks, cock, and fingertips.

Her eyes roll back in ecstasy, the whites shining in the darkness, but I want them on me. With a rough thrust, I bring her dazed attention back to me, cinching us so tight, I feel her every muscle contract from inside.

Moans turn into roars.

And again, I plunge—hard, deep, and fast—until the headboard bangs against the wall and drowns out her whimpers.

Fay jabs her nails into my back, and as much as I like her eagerness, I take a firm hold of her wrists and pin them above her head—sporting one scar, too many from her mother.

I grunt as my hips slacken, Fay's rubbing against my groin at every hit, tempting me to come.

And so, while harvesting her orgasm, I work on dragging mine, slowing the cadence.

I slither my tusks up her throat and her body shudders, Fay quivering words I don't understand, but enough to get me.

I'm free-falling, flirting with madness. Her touch, smell, or my name languidly sliding out of her mouth has my cock hardening to the point it feels like it could crack.

She fists my hair, and a sound that shouldn't be mine flies out of me. I try to catch it and turn it into a grunt, but fail. Fay just made me fucking cry out of my rush. She's ruthless.

Yanking my head down, Fay halts my face at a thread from hers. "Claim me," she says as she lets out a slight, sharp sound, a moan bolting up her throat at the last second, and hearing it generates so much sex voltage in me that my blood's left squirming.

I'd answer back, stray from the topic, tell her I claimed her as mine a long time ago, but I've gone insane. No, far beyond, as Fay's lips now hover over, under, and above the hem of my own lips. She's baiting me despite her having me in her grasp, and as she adds more pressure to my scalp, I submit evermore, my head bowing for a kiss. I'll always lower my head for her. Fuck, I'll kneel, prostrate, taste the earth for her.

And perhaps by how she controls me and my tongue, knows it... Keen fingers speed up my hair to the forefront of my temples. She entraps them, the tip of her thumbs at the corner of my eyes.

And like a horse with blinders, I keep working her body, committed to a cause greater than survival.

Her grip tenses as her core clamps down on my cock like in a tight clinch.

I stand on my elbows, needing to see her. My glance, obsessed, immediately fixes on the beads of sweat dotting her ringlets.

I dive on them, lick, tug, chink at every line, curve, and spike of her perfect moons.

Her chest rises at my touch as if pulled by an invisible thread, fucking intoxicating me as she climaxes.

Fay's gaze widens and her mouth snaps open. I catch her moan at once, feel it crash against my lips as it spills onto my tongue. I'm bursting, gorged with everything Fay is, my muscles flex, and I release a peal of grunts, along with every fiber of my being.

My nostrils flare with contentment at the slick oozing down my length, safe in the knowledge I satisfied my female. And I pant, dropping my face into the crook of her neck, somewhere safe, somewhere back in time when everything was peaceful. "Imagine a childling with your good looks and wings..."

To her soundness lips, a whisper no more, every part of me squeezes, breath gone.

She's thinking about it.

She is.

I force my voice to sound confident. "By Gur' Ul, if it had to happen, I hope he gets your face, bug." Hope it works, because all I want is to shatter. There are no females left; we're going extinct. Rare are the ones who want to breed with us.

And Fay...

Mine! My name... hers to take. Fear storms into me and I go back to my shelter, once again burying my head into Fay's golden mane, and all I wish is to suffocate in it, never to show her. Kera'ish, I hate to think that way... my weakness, her.

The pressure grows. Should've known better; should've never approached this fairy...

In a wretched gasp, I shut my eyes. I'm in so much shit.

Stokes coming from the finest of fingers intersperse across my scalp. "Why the tears? Me thinking I cried for the two of us," she whispers, triggering a moan that doesn't let me breathe. She tangles her arms and the rest of her words around my neck, making me want to crumble. "I'm pulling you down, aren't I? I knew it. You're not the same, different, and it..." She takes a moment to swallow. The only shade in our relationship must be her fragile mind. I'm watching my sunflower wither, and there's nothing I can do aside from trying to catch her gaze and keep it locked into mine.

"It crushes me to think it's coming from me." Fay's murmur elicits a treble of tears, and I wish I could return them to her eyes.

"Fuck, bug, I'm sorry..." My lips fall on hers, anything to shut off her pain, to shut off mine. "To say you're wrong." She's so wrong. "Happiness is new to me. Don't always know how to react."

"What if this is all we'll ever get." She suddenly breaks apart. "I'm scared for you. What if they catch us at The Wall? What if you die?"

"Fay." I grasp her cheeks, taking in the shine of her gaze. "You're the queen of every land I shine upon and I promise, I'll never set upon you. You're my gravity, bug." Hell, she is. There is more strength in her than she knows. How she stepped into the police station like a conqueror, took on her father, and faced society's scrutiny, losing her job because of me...

And to know she's got rage dying to come out, running through her wings' veins, trapped, tells me she could do so much more.

"Let's stop talking before we say anything else stupid." I roll on her side and spoon her, my gaze snapping to my watch and... Fuck! I'm hit in the chest as if a hammer had struck me from underneath my ribs. Adrenaline just peaked and I plummet, flashing down from bliss to where we're fucking at.

Bobbing from her, to the door, my head swirls, the order of our actions tangling as I panic, Vine yelling at my mind, pestering at me.

I run a hand over Fay's head, anxiety at my lips. "Your bag, where is it?"

"In my room."

"Shower. Out the door in five."

She reads my body and begins moving out from under me as I lift, overcoming the force of this furious pull between us I wish we could've kept longer. And yet bloody hell, I want to run a knife into my liver, furious at myself for my inability to prioritize when it comes down to Fay. Mad to know that leaving is crucial, not fucking about on an early Tuesday morning!

With that, Fay's voice folds over my mind. "Don't cum inside."

What if...

Breathing becomes a real struggle.

There's no time to lose.

The country's in a stir, harboring not only psychopathic tendencies, but also a queen or president—or whatever name she wants to go by—on the hunt for a trove that is mine...

What if Fay's not safe with me? I'm not free. There'll be a search warrant on my head...

Maybe not. The military is too consumed with civil disobedience...

And there's a good chance Fay hasn't been located yet.

No, she hasn't. We're still here.

But Mordana was a warning; Fay's father, an affirmation.

And I'll take both.

Til be easy.

Checkpoints are scattered at every crossroad...

Magnus.

What if things go wrong?

I'm gonna need a lot of meat.