Chapter 4

4

R enzo

I don’t like people.

I don’t like the way they smell. I don’t like the weird noises they make. And I don’t like the space they take up.

Mostly I like being on my own.

The only exception is my little rabbit. I like the way she smells. The way she tastes. And fuck, I love the sounds she makes. Especially when she’s coming. Or when she’s really mad and her magic makes that dark and dangerous hissing sound. Yeah, I really love that.

Everyone else can go to hell and I’ll happily send them there myself.

But I’m not allowed to kill her other fated mates. I have to be nice to them instead.

How the fuck am I meant to do that? Especially when they refuse to stand within a meter of me, like I have the plague and it’s catching.

I spin my knife around in irritation and the others look at me as the light catches the blade and flashes across their faces.

“It’s taking too long,” I grumble. I thought the professor was smart. I thought that was the fucking point. But it seems dumb to me letting her look at that memory all on her lonesome, especially when we don’t know what it is. I don’t like it.

I pocket the knife and march to the door. Behind me, the others call out to stop but nothing could stop me. Nothing at all. I race up the stairs anyway, just in case one of the fuckers gets it into their heads to try, and on the landing I nearly collide with my little rabbit, little man hugged tightly to her chest like a kid might clutch its teddy bear.

(Fuck, I think I had one of those once. Plucked off its eyes and pulled out its stuffing, hung him from the ceiling by his foot and used him as target practice. Yeah, we had fun me and him).

I examine her face, trying to search for clues. What did she learn? Was it good? Or was it bad?

Thunder rages all over her face and her magic is doing that angry thing I love. In fact, it’s so furious I can almost taste it, crackling on the end of my tongue.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she snaps, “and I’m not–”

“Sure,” I say. It’s of no importance to me. Those other dudes can pull their hair out worrying over shit that’s going to come to pass whether we know about it or not. I’m just happy to be here. With her. With my bond pulsating in my gut and my cock … “Wanna fuck instead?”

She tilts her head to one side, that angry line deep between her brows, her eyes hissing. I’m pretty certain she’s considering it – my blood heating – but then the little man goes and butts his snout in, snorting at us both. I glare at him. I thought he was on my side.

“We’re bonded mates now,” I remind him, “it’s what we’re meant to do.”

“And when do you ever do what you’re meant to do?” she hisses like I’m the one she’s mad at.

“I’m very good at taking orders,” I inform her, thinking of all those people I killed because Lowsky instructed me to. “Wanna give me an order? Wanna order me onto my knees and lick your pussy?”

She glares at me and for one moment, I think she’s going to slap me real hard around the face. I grin at the prospect. Fuck that would be fun.

Instead, she drops the pig on his trotters, and pushes me hard on the chest. She’s half my size. Her efforts are feeble. I stay exactly where I’m standing, the grin on my face grows wider.

“You’re such a shithead,” she growls.

“Am I?” I say. I thought offering to lick out her pussy was considered a nice thing to do. “You don’t want me to eat you out?”

“I’m angry!” she says. “And all you can think about is sex!”

“Little rabbit,” I say, lowering my head to meet those angry eyes, the way she’s looking at me driving my cock wild. “All I can ever think about is fucking you.”

“That’s so … that’s so … selfish!”

“Is it?” I stalk closer to her.

“Yes!”

I take another pace towards her, and she huffs and takes a step away. The side of my mouth lifts in a half smile. I like this game.

I keep walking towards her and she keeps right on walking away, still scowling at me, until she hits the wall.

I have her trapped. I lean against the wall, my hands on either side of her head.

“If you’re angry, little rabbit, you can use me to release that anger.”

“I’m not using you for anything!” she cries, attempting to push me away.

“Even if I want you to?” I say, my voice heavy with lust. “Even if I really, really want you to?” I lean in further and nip at her throat and she drums her fists against my chest. “Yeah, baby, just like that. I’ll be your punching bag anytime you need me to be.”

She growls in frustration and then she’s hitting me harder, punching against my body. It’s not like I’m being hit by several pounds of solid muscle, but it’s her and she’s angry and it’s stirring that dark magic inside her and, fuck, I love it.

I suck hard on her neck, hard enough to bruise, and she struggles at my t-shirt, trying in all her frustration to rip the thing off me.

“Touch me, little rabbit,” I beg her. “Touch me.”

“I really hate you,” she mutters with no conviction whatsoever and I take her hands in mine and place them under my shirt, flat against my skin. Fuck, I love it when she touches me, her magic sparking all over my skin.

“What’s wrong, little rabbit?” I croon to her, sinking her nails deep into my flesh. “What’s made you so mad? Was it that memory?”

I drag her nails down my chest, the pain sharp in my skin and delicious. I groan .

“I’m so fucking angry at her,” she says and with that frown on her face, she leans down and swipes her tongue right along the scratch marks she’s just made on my chest.

It’s too fucking much. Too … fucking … much!

When my little rabbit turns feral so do I.

I lift her up and walk her straight into the nearest bedroom. Her legs curl around my waist, her core presses right up and personal against my cock, and she winds her arms around my neck and drags my mouth against hers. She kisses me deep and hard and angry as I walk her to the bed.

“Going to fuck you now, little rabbit,” I tell her because my everlasting patience has finally run dry and I have no more fucks to give. If she says no now, it won’t matter. I’m having her anyway.

Fortunately, that ain’t a problem. This little rabbit is so desperate for my cock she’s rubbing herself against me, making those whiny little noises in her throat.

I’ve spent a lot of time considering all the ways I can fuck her. There are countless ways. I’m fucking spoiled for choice. But I decide how I want her is on her knees.

I place her down on her feet and she yanks off her clothes, her eyes still thundering. And then there’s skin, so much skin, all pink and unmarked and untainted. Two full tits, two pert nipples. Curves and curves.

I want to suck every inch of her, cover her in bruises from my mouth. Little gifts just for her.

I reach my hand over my head, grip my shirt and pull it off. She watches me with that scowl as I undo my belt, pull down my zipper and lose my jeans.

I kiss her again, encouraging her to scrape her nails up my back, over my shoulders and into my scalp. Then I push her down onto the mattress and climb on top of her. She scowls right up at me but she doesn’t tell me to stop, doesn’t scream and make a fuss like girls do.

“Protection,” she says firmly.

I groan but before I can stop her, she’s already casting a spell, and it looks like we’re using it whether I like it or not.

Next, she grabs my ass with her hands, little claws piercing my fucking skin, and practically drags my cock inside her.

And I’m not fighting that, am I? It’s everything I’ve been dreaming of – my cock sinking into her pussy like it’s where it belongs.

She’s all tight and warm and mewls like a kitten as I penetrate her, the flames in her eyes extinguishing as they roll back in their sockets.

“Fuck, yeah, little rabbit, you like that? You like my cock inside of you?”

“No talking,” she tells me, rocking her hips below me, cunt squeezing the living daylights out of me, threatening to kill me all over again.

I pry her fingers from my ass and clamp my hands around her wrists, pinning them to the bed above her head.

“You are a bossy little thing when you want to be. I fucking love it, little rabbit. But let’s be clear, I’m going to talk to you all I want while I fuck you because there’s some important stuff you have to know. Like how fucking good your pussy feels around my cock.” I grind into her, real slow, even though this is most definitely killing me. I’m more of a wham bam thank you ma’am kinda dude. Get my kicks, get out of there. But I like playing with her. It’s like playing with – or what some call torturing – a victim right before you end them. Only better. A thousand million times better.

Her face gets all grouchy again. Beads of sweat dribble down between her bouncing tits .

“More,” she demands, frowning at me.

I bend low, lick at that sweat. Then I bite her nipple. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make her scream, all needy and desperate.

“Gonna be nice and say please, little rabbit.”

She struggles underneath me. “If you’re not going to–”

I fuck her hard, like my life depends on it, pounding her until my brow is damp with sweat and my arms give way. I’m flat on top of her, pressing her down into the bed and she yanks her hands from my grip and wraps her arms tight around me, holding me so close I can feel her heart thrashing around in her chest, our damp skin sliding against one another.

“Renzo,” she mutters right by my ear, saying my name like it’s heavenly or something.

“Yeah, little rabbit, I got you. Going to make it all better now.”

I reach between our bodies and rub at that stiff little nub of hers as I fuck and fuck and fuck – and then she’s coming, her cunt squeezing me so hard a million stars explode across my vision and she yanks the orgasm straight through my body.

I groan and grunt like an animal, pumping her full of my spunk, as I lose my rhythm, as I lose everything. Something sparks in my brain. Short circuits. And the next moment, we’re on the hard floor, then out in the hallway, then in the fucking bathroom and finally back in the bed.

“Wh-what happened?” she asks, still shaking underneath me.

“We fucked,” I say, licking more of that sweat from her skin. Then I scurry down her body, the sheets all damp and tangled and pry her legs wide open. Her pussy’s all swollen, but it’s not bloody, not sore. Funny, but I’m pleased about it. Blood is usually the icing on the cake. But this cake was sweet enough. Sweet enough to rot every one of my teeth. Bloodied icing would have ruined it all.

“You feel better now, little rabbit?” I ask her.

“Yes.” She sighs, all content sounding, as I stroke my fingers carefully through her folds.

“Gonna tell me why you got all worked up and angry like that? Was it the memory?”

I feel her body stiffen slightly so I jam my fingers right up inside her, making her hips lift up off the mattress. She’s all warm and sticky with me inside. Just like she ought to be.

“Yes and no,” she says reluctantly.

So I find that spot inside her, thinking I can loosen her tongue. I massage it with my fingers and soon she’s panting again, her hands scrabbling for purchase in the sheets as she lifts one of her legs and hooks it over my shoulder. I nip her soft thigh.

“What was it? What was the memory?”

“My … a … a … a… aunt,” she mutters, struggling to get her words out, her eyes screwed up tight, “it was a message, she left me a message.”

“And what did it say?” I ask her, pressing my thumb to her clit.

She ignores my question, that line forming on her brow again. “Why did she make everything so difficult? Why didn’t she tell me the truth from the start? Why didn’t she trust me?”

I stroke inside her and circle her clit and slowly that line melts away and her body relaxes.

“What was the message?” I ask her again.

She bites down on her lip, her hips rising. She’s on the cusp of coming.

“My mom had a vision,” she says, her voice all tight now as I wind her higher. “She had a vision,” she says, core suddenly taut. I give her more, tip her over the edge, straight into ecstasy. “That I am the girl in the Fourth Prophecy,” she murmurs as she comes.

I freeze, my fingers ceasing their busy work.

The Fourth Prophecy? What the fuck is that?