Chapter 21

RYKER

Since we took the first step out of Grimm's chambers, her questions have poured out. Her hand has stayed threaded through my fur, always touching me in some way. Those emotions of hers are intense now that she can feel without the inhibitions of her human soul.

We get to the end of the tunnel, and an audible gasp escapes her lips at the view. Wrath is perfect for her, the woodland and muted tones soft here. If she stepped foot in Lust for the first time, the emotion alone would choke the life out of the poor thing before she had a chance to rein herself in, to learn how to be a demon. Strong, howling winds whip her auburn hair around her shoulders, the smoke and embers adding to just how stunning she looks.

"Now is the part where I leave you for now, precious girl. I will visit tomorrow once you have settled in a little. Ryker has my number; please call if you need anything," Markus breathes, pulling his daughter in for a hug. His arms wrap around her shoulders tightly, eyes glistening with tears. It has been rough for the bastard, I know that, waiting for the day to hold his only daughter again. She doesn't know this, but I have a feeling he is going to pay our parents a visit. Those two souls rotting away in the cells beneath his house until he is done with them.

"I love you, Dad," she sobs into his chest, her fingers gripping his cloak for dear life until her delicate fingers are mottled red and white.

"I love you too, kid. Go explore your new home. This bastard will keep you safe. Let him help you."

With that, he pulls away, throwing one of his blackened portals up beside him and stepping through before she can stop him. Taking that moment, I close the distance between us, flattening my tongue along the side of her neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.

"Let me show you, Lyra. Let me give you everything I have always wanted to give you, what I have been planning since the moment my paws hit the volcanic dirt beneath our feet."

She nods, leaning into me, running her hands along the sides of my face. There is no fear when she looks at me in my demon form, not even a hint of it. It has my mind racing at the endless possibilities now that she is immortal. Her body could accept me like this. I wonder if she would be open to it?

Nerves start to kick in as we approach the house, the one I have built up just for her. It's laden in her favorite colors, with rooms built solely for her entertainment. The best bath I could manage to find sits in a bathroom, with one-way glass windows out to the woods. Her library is stacked to the ceiling with books and scripts and as many candles as her heart could ever desire.

My heart begins to race, thundering in my chest while I watch her take it all in. Her eyes dart from the charred trees of the surrounding woodland to the blood-red front door just ahead of us. Dread ravens fly overhead, a few of them swooping down in front of her in a display. Her scent is new to the realm, every being here will be able to sense it if they are close enough.

We stop at the steps as she turns around, tears dormant in her reddened eyes. She watches the ravens fight in the front yard, her gaze settling on the creatures making their way through the woods. Over the years, demons have brought animals down here, many of them adapting to life in Hell by evolving into what they are now. Similar to the things we find topside, with a little bit of a demonic flare.

Taking this moment, I pull from her grip reluctantly, forcing the shift to burn through my veins. Bones snap and morph, hidden by the cloud of smoke that envelops me. It's surreal having her here, in the flesh.

"Welcome home, baby. It's all yours."

Her eyes rake down my body, stopping at my cock that sits proudly against my thigh. It's not the first time she has seen it, but you would think it was with the sheer lust pouring from her. Her emotions are likely raw, intense, fighting to get to the surface until she braces herself completely for the first time.

"What the fuck is happening, Ryker?" she asks, her thick thighs squeezing together and moving to create some much-needed friction. It's cute she thinks I can't sense what's happening to her, that I can't scent the arousal dripping from her pussy.

"Come on, let's get you inside. I will explain."

She follows me through on shaky legs, her body trembling with need. Benefit for her at least, she has me here. Someone to coach her through the changes, giving her body everything it needs. Everything she craves. The girl could ask me to whip on a maid costume and walk down the main strip of Wrath and I would likely do it for her if it meant she got what she needed.

Picking her up, I carry her through the house with her legs firmly wrapped around my waist. She instinctively grinds against my stomach, her heated core searching for anything that will ease the pain. Kicking open the door to the main bedroom, I splay her out amongst the array of furs and blankets. The softness will feel like heaven on her overly sensitive skin, just like back at my cabin when she first woke up, only much more intense now that she's a new demon.

"Your emotions are at the surface, begging for your demon to come out to play, baby. You need to let it out, and then these feelings should start to ease a little," I tease, my hands moving to the waistband of her leggings. Pulling them down her legs, I toss them in a heap before moving to her hooded jumper. "Give in to the feelings. Tell me what you want, what you need."

Every curve and dip of her delectable body of hers writhes under my stare. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, but not a single word is spoken. She knows about the situation with her about the laptop, that I am fully aware of every single thing she has searched. Every night she spent toying with herself, I was right there with her, watching the same thing, my hand gripped firmly around my cock.

"Now isn't the time to be shy. Use your words."

"I don't know what I want, Ryker. Outside of you, the only person who has fucked me is your father. You think I really know what I want in the bedroom?" she snaps, the rage pushing through her lust. Fucking hell. Her words seem to scare her a little, her eyes casting down.

"You like things rough. You would sit there at night toying with that pretty cunt of yours to videos of women being fucked hard. Hands wrapped around their throat, fists wound in their hair. Impact play, watching the redness bloom on their skin."

It was pushing her, I know, revealing something she herself may not have come to terms with yet. A blush rises from her neck to her cheeks, her scowl settling in.

"Do you trust me?"

"I have only just gotten you back, Ryker. I have no idea what you've been doing the last eight years, but I know it physically fucking hurts to be away from you. I don't know if I trust you, but I need you."

"Because you are my mate, and I am yours. I will explain it all, but right now, you need relief. Let me help, and then we can talk."

Silence stretches over us for a moment, her stare matching my own. She's frustrated and confused, angry, even. She needs a release, to allow her body to relax enough to let the demon side of her out to play. Minutes pass before she nods, her eyes dipping to my still-hard cock that's about to drip onto the floor below.

Wasting no time, I crawl up the bed, my head settling between her thighs. Her scent is heavenly, filtering through my senses, drawing me in. Like I need that. My lips twitch in amusement as her hips buck up, trying to get closer to me.

"So fucking needy for me," I breathe against her pussy, my tongue swiping through her slick core. A low growl rumbles through my chest, vibrating through where my tongue sits. She lets out a small gasp as her hips roll off the bed, trying to get closer to me. "You want more?"

Spitting on my fingers, I ease two of them inside her while I circle her clit with my tongue. She fucks herself on them, grinding and taking what she needs from me. The little sounds coming out of her are driving me to the point of insanity, my cock painfully hard against my stomach. There's already a pool gathering below the tip, leaking for her, needing her every bit as much as she needs me. It doesn't take long for her pussy to pulse around me, her release flooding my mouth within minutes.

Her fingers drag through my hair, nails sharper than they were before, pulling me up on top of her. Cheeks flushed, tears lingering in her eyes, she's a vision beneath me. One I never want to forget. Inching my cock inside her, I watch those green eyes I know and love roll back in her skull, returning a deep shade of red, the crimson flare of a demon coming out to play. Here we fucking go.

My pace is relentless as I snake my hand around her delicate throat while the other pins her hip down with bruising force. That sting of pain will be what she needs, and her body will heal almost instantly now. It will make her chase more and more, needing to feel that physical pain, helping her to feel alive.

Small fangs descend from her gums, visible when she cries out my name followed by a slew of curses. They are small, just enough to tear my skin should she want to take a bite. I'd let her one day, but today is about her, about pushing her as far as she needs to help ease the feelings building inside her.

Sharpened claws rake down my arms, drawing blood to the surface. It cascades in crimson paths before dripping onto her torso below me, pooling on her skin. It has become somewhat of a thing for us, the blood of others marking her skin while my cock is nestled deep inside her. She's so close to completely shifting, I can feel it, her body vibrating in my hold.

"Come on, little sister. Let go."

That does it. The words falling from my mouth tip her over the edge. Her pussy clamps down around me in a vice-like grip, forcing my knot to throb at the base of my cock. Small horns shoot out from beneath her hair, the black points curving backward with a little twist at the end. If only she could see herself right now.

Pulling out, I flip her over, pushing her head into the sheets as I slam back inside her. One hand fists her hair, wrenching it from the scalp, while the other digs into the flesh of her waist. She meets every single thrust with force, the lust pouring out of her, so potent, I almost pass out.

The vision alone has my balls tightening, so close to spilling myself inside her, but she has one more in her. I need her satiated in every way, her limbs like jelly until the feeling returns and I fuck her again, over and over until both of us have had our fill. She's so slick, my swollen knot slips inside her with ease, preparing her to take every last drop I have to give.

"Please," she pleads, turning her head to look at me. Tears stream down her cheeks, her eyes bloodshot. "Please, I can't take much more."

"You have one more in you. Relax and fucking feel."

I emphasize the last two words, slamming into her as hard as I can without actually hurting her, my knot now pulsing inside her. I'm so close. Sure enough, one more wave of pleasure rolls through her body, leaving it a shivering mess beneath me. She coats the front of my thighs in her release, dripping from my skin onto the blankets below. The girl has never looked as beautiful as she does in this moment—completely spent, satisfied, one hundred percent herself.

My release crashes into me with brute force as I flood her pussy beyond what it can take. Both of us are breathing heavily, unmoving other than the odd twitch of an aftershock flowing through our bodies. Each wave forces out a little more of our shared release, a wet spot growing under us that is likely to have gone through every layer of the sheets. A small smile cracks on her lips as I trail my fingers lightly down her spine, letting go of my grip on her hair.

It's going to be a long night.