16. Raven

RAVEN

Water rains down on me like a gift from the realm, washing away some of my troubles as steam clouds my bathroom mirror. I know once I step out of here, reality will come crashing back down, but I can pretend for a little longer.

Zane left to speak to his father just over an hour ago, leaving Brax, Creed, and Eldon to dive into a workout outside. I joined them for a little while, but I’m not built for their level yet, so I soon bowed out and dived into the shower.

Thoughts of the Guild continue to flicker in my mind. Or, more specifically, the fact that Eldon’s vision was pointing us in that direction to begin with. We just didn’t know it. The uncertainty of what the Nightmares Guild stands for and means for us is gnawing at me.

There’s only one way we’re going to find out, though, and that means joining to discover the secrets hidden beyond the veil of the Guild.

A fucking guild. I never thought this would be where my life would be heading. Back in Shadowmoor, guilds were a thing of legends, a mythical society that would never find itself in the dark and rotten end of the world where we lived. Now I’m being invited. In-fucking-vited. That might just be by association with the Bishops, but it’s an invite all the same.

Part of me wants to RSVP ‘No thanks, motherfuckers,’ but the intrigue outweighs anything else, as well as the potential it has to being the key to getting the answers we need. Especially with Eldon’s vision playing a pinnacle part. Plus, the sheer wonder of who else is a member has me practically bouncing on the balls of my feet.

Rinsing the shampoo suds from my hair, I squeeze the ends. I almost considered trying to use my magic to do it, but the methodical action was needed. A hint of normalcy to help me make it through the day.

With one final deep breath, I turn off the stream of water and step out of the shower, grabbing the fluffy towel I placed on the vanity earlier. I wipe a hand over the steamed-up mirror, the reflection still blurred, and quickly tap into my core and generate a tingle of magic to clear the task for me.

A grin peers back at me, the smile on my face pure awe at the fact that I have the ability to do such a simple thing. Banding my towel around my waist, I continue to channel the magic as I dry every droplet of water from my body before doing the same to my hair. Once I’m completely dry from head to toe, I lean in closer to the mirror as I notice a black streak of hair just behind my ear.

When I run my fingers through the length, I don’t see any other spots, but the growth at my roots is noticeable. Wetting my bottom lip, I think about what I want to happen. I think about the dark roots turning to the same shade of pink that covers the rest of my hair. It takes a second or two, but with my next breath, the dark hues transform into gloss pink…all except the full-length black strip behind my ear.

Focusing harder on that one section, my eyebrows furrow as I try to make my magic transform it, but no matter what I do, it stands dark against my skin. I give up when it’s clearly not going to shift, hanging the towel on the hanger by the vanity before I head back into my room.

“Holy. Fuck.”

I startle as I find Zane sitting at the foot of my bed. His eyes are fixed on my body and it takes me a second to realize I’m completely naked. The clothes I had pulled out for the day are folded beside him on top of the sheets, but I get the feeling that he’s not going to make putting them on very easy.

My skin prickles under his intense gaze as his eyes slowly make their way up my body, burning into mine when I take a step toward him.

“The fact that you don’t shield yourself or hide away is hot as fuck. I’m adding this as a rule in the handbook,” he states, the corner of his mouth tugging up, and I shake my head at him.

“I didn’t think it would be possible to add anything else to such a thick handbook,” I breathe, taking another step toward him, and his gaze drops back down to my bare chest.

Zane clears his throat, swiping a hand over his mouth, and it takes a good few moments before his eyes find mine again. “I came in here to talk, but my brain can’t function with you looking like this,” he admits, and it sends an additional shiver of need down my spine.

Nibbling at my bottom lip, I slowly move toward him, eliminating the remaining distance between us until I’m standing between his open thighs. His hands instantly find my waist, tugging me an inch closer, and my palms settle on his shoulders.

“You’re a fucking tease, Dove,” he says with a groan, his fingers ghosting over my hips as he draws delicate circles. I need to be closer to him.

With my gaze locked on his, I shift to place my knees on the bed on either side of his thighs so that I’m straddling him. His fingers tighten at my waist, pulling me down on top of his cock, making me groan this time.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I mumble, playing innocent, and he scoffs.

“Please,” he rasps, stroking his thumbs to the apex of my thighs, teasing the sensitive flesh as my hips instinctively roll. “My dove wants her cunt stretching with my dick, doesn’t she?”

My core clenches, my nipples pebbling as the air around us thickens with need, and I shiver. I’m a bundle of tension, a ripple of desire, and I want to watch this man play my body to perfection.

He tightens his hold on my left side as he grinds up against me. At the same time, his other hand pinches my nipple, making me gasp. “Tell me what you want, Raven.”

I’m already putty in his hands and we’ve barely even started. I want him as breathless as me, as desperate as I am. Leaning closer, I bring my lips to his ear, swiping my tongue over the lobe first before sinking my teeth into his flesh. When he groans against my skin, I force myself to release my teeth so I can press my lips against his ear and whisper. “I want you to use me, bend me, break me.”

“Fuck, Dove.” His grip on my waist and nipple tighten, bringing me so close to pain, but the butterfly-soft kisses at my throat add the perfect sprinkle of pleasure. “I want your cum dripping down my dick.”

Shit, I want that too. Now.

“What else do you want?” I push, my voice getting raspier as he leans back slightly to use his magic to remove his boots, pants, boxers, and t-shirt so he’s as naked as me. Feeling his skin against my own heightens my senses and I’m ready to grind against his leg to get off, I’m that needy.

“I want you to be a good little dove and sit on my face,” he orders, and before I can truly process his demand, he’s shuffling up the bed with me in his grasp until his head nestles against my pillows.

Before I can place my hands down on either side of his head, he’s grabbing my waist and lifting me around like a rag doll. I fucking love it. The room spins as I’m hoisted into the air before I’m unceremoniously draped over his face.

This motherfucker spun me around so my pussy is a breath away from his lips, but I now have the pleasure of taking in the length of his body. His hands on my thighs make my spine tingle, his glistening cock pleading for me to lean closer.

One sweep of his tongue through my folds and I’m dropping to my elbows, my mouth an inch away from his length. “Taste me, Dove.” His lips drag over my clit as he speaks and my back arches with need.

Desperate to give him what he wants to satisfy us both, I drag my tongue all the way from the base right to the very tip before slowly repeating the action in the opposite direction. As I work my way back from base to tip again, his tongue penetrates my core as his hands palm my ass, kneading my body perfectly as I blindly seek more friction.

“Fuck, Zane,” I bite, pushing up onto my palms before I press the tip of his cock against my tongue and swallow him down.

The air thrums around us as our groans mingle together. “That’s it, Dove. Take my dick. All the way,” he demands, his hips lifting up off the bed to aim further down my throat. His tongue at my core is instantly replaced with his fingers as he nips at my clit with his teeth.

The heavy weight on my tongue and the fullness at the back of my throat combined with the stretch of my pussy has me on the cliff, ready to dive head first in a matter of seconds. Hollowing out my cheeks, I bob my head in time with his thrusts, eager to please. His moans turn to snarls as he thrusts up past my lips, harder and faster, and I start to gag. The second he relents, I slam my hand on his thigh, digging my nails into his skin as I continue to force him deeper into my mouth.

I fucking love it.

“Fuck, Raven. You like that, huh?” Zane asks, a fistful of my hair in his hand as he pries me from his cock, forcing me to glance back at him. “Fuck yeah, you do. Which birdie wants to be a good girl and choke on my cock?” I can’t answer, I’m breathing so hard, but it’s like my panting speaks to him directly. “Do you love the feel of unshed tears filling your eyes as my cock hits the back of your throat, Dove? Is that it?” I manage a nod and his grin spreads wider across his face. “Come for me as you do it.”

His words are barely past his lips as he releases his hold on my hair and I collapse over his length again, eagerly sucking him down without further prompt. The second he’s nudging the back of my throat, he plunges two fingers deep into my pussy as his tongue swirls around my clit. My hips are moving of their own accord, grinding and riding like my life depends on it. Only seconds pass before the telltale sign of an orgasm burns at the base of my spine.

A whoosh glides over my skin, offering the briefest of warnings before his hand claps down on my ass, and I’m coming. Wave after wave of ecstasy consumes every limb as my body spasms around his fingers, my release flooding his tongue. The slap to my ass is quickly soothed with a stroke of his hand and I somehow manage to swallow him down further, desperate to return the favor. He doesn’t hit the back of my throat twice before he’s tugging at my hair again and lifting me off his body.

This time, he pulls me off him completely so I’m kneeling beside him, staring down at his face, and my eyes widen at the sight of his lips glistening with my climax all over him.

Holy. Fuck.

He’s watching me watch him and his hand relaxes on my hair ever so slightly, so I take that as my opportunity, eliminating the remaining distance between us as I crush my mouth to his. His hands grab at my waist, the hold close to bruising as his tongue delves past my lips. I taste sweet on his tongue, but I love the essence of him underneath it all.

It leaves me lightheaded.

“I need you to come for me too, Zane,” I finally manage as his mouth on mine calms. “Tell me what you need,” I push, desperate to see him chase it, feel it.

“Fuck, Dove. You’ve given it to me already,” he murmurs, his hand lifting to cup my cheek. I lean into his touch, my eyelashes fluttering for a moment.

“Tell me,” I repeat, refusing to give up, and his thumb stroking my cheek pauses.

“Ride me.”

Another shiver down my spine, another clench to my core. I lift my leg to straddle him once again, pushing up off his chest as I look down at him with hooded eyes. “Like this… or this?” I turn, bracing my arms on his thighs instead as I look back over my shoulder at him.

His pupils are blown, his lips parted, and his chest slightly flushed. It’s hot as fuck. I can’t even begin to imagine what I look like.

“Just like this,” he breathes, stroking his hands over the globes of my ass as I shift down a little more so I’m perfectly over his cock. “This ass is something else,” he adds, digging his fingers into my flesh, and I instinctively drop down, grinding my core over his length. “I’m taking that next, Raven. Do you hear me?” His thumb glides over exactly where he’s talking about, and my whole body stiffens with desire.

Needing to show him how in agreement I am, I push back slightly, the pad of his thumb teasing the tight muscles of my ass. “Fuck. You want that, don’t you, Dove? You want me to claim every inch, every hole, every piece of you.” My head falls back as I groan, his length between my thighs as he pushes a little further into my ass with his thumb. “Say it, Raven. Tell me what you want.”

I take a deep breath, my voice lodged deep in my lungs as he stares at me, expectant. With his free hand, he maneuvers his cock so he’s right at my entrance. When he cocks a brow, I know he’s not moving until I say it, and fuck am I desperate to feel those words on my tongue.

“I want you to claim me, body, heart, and soul.”

As the last word parts my lips, he slams into my pussy, stretching me inch by inch. Gone are the expectations of me riding him, taking what I want, and putting on a show. In its place remains a carnal man with carnal needs and a carnal woman desperate to take it all.

His hands on my waist direct my every move, working me up and down his length with precision. I feel weightless in his hold, my body alight with toe-curling pleasure. I’m not sure whether the room just blurs or my eyes can’t stay open anymore, but all of my senses redirect to the feel of him claiming my core with every thrust.

“That’s it, Dove. Come on my dick, make me yours,” he rasps, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts before he quickly starts to become jagged with his movements, sloppy, yet pounding as my body works to his demand. My second orgasm comes out of nowhere, burning through every nerve ending as I scream at the top of my lungs.

I collapse in a heap on the bed, sobbing at the sudden loss of his cock at my core, before the warm shots of cum hit my stomach in ropes. Gaping up at him, I’m in awe of how fucking stunning he looks in this moment.

It was completely lost on me that there was no protection, and I’m silently thankful that he at least remembered, but that was too close. I need to get a grip on myself instead of letting my body do whatever it pleases.

Zane drops down beside me a second later, sweat clinging to every inch of him, and I sigh serenely. A soft chuckle parts my lips as I try to remember how we even ended up here. Peering at my handbook-wielding Bishop, I stroke a finger down his arm. “What did you even come in here to talk about?”

“Don’t spoil a good thing,” he grumbles, wiping a hand down his face, and my eyebrows pinch together in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

He glances at me from the corner of his eye for a moment before he sighs, and I instantly know that what he’s about to say isn’t good at all.

“The Monarchy knows there's a new necromancer. They don’t know who, what, where, why, or when, but they know. They know you exist.”