Chapter 48

Chapter Forty-Eight

Silas shuddered. His fingers speared into her silken hair. The animal in him howled for her, ravenous for the way she bent her neck so sweetly for him. It marveled at their luck. How could they have gotten such an exquisite creature in their grasp, willing and submissive?

Silas rubbed his lips over her brow, down over the bridge of her nose, until he finally reached her mouth. Pressing the words into her lips, he snarled, “You’re my mate.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You’re gonna do as I say.”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna let me use you however I want, as many times as I want, until I’m satisfied.”

Her breaths escaped in quick little pants. He loved feeling them, tasting her in the tiny amount of air that separated their mouths. “Gods, yes.”

“Careful, little goddess,” he warned, backing her slowly toward the front door. “I might never be satisfied.”

Gods bless her, Petra had already begun to work on the button of his jeans. His mate was truly a gift.

“Poor me,” she sassed, even as her back hit the door. “A hot demon is about to fuck me so good and so hard and for so long that I forget my own last name. However will I survive?—”

“Shut up,” he huffed, pushing the door open with one hand. His other fisted the hair at the nape of her neck, holding her in place as he drove his mouth down on hers.

Petra made a hungry sound in the back of her throat. Her fingers worked at his fly as she stumbled backward into the entryway. Floorboards creaked as they tripped over one another and shuffled their way inside. Their tongues tangled in a slick dance, sending the roar of lust in his blood to new heights.

Silas couldn’t get enough of her taste. The scent of her clouded his already scattered mind. His world was nothing but the feel of her skin and the way she clung to him, desperate for his kiss.

His shadows undulated across the floor, slamming the door shut behind them, and crawled up his body. The feeling of tightness, of not fitting in his skin, got worse and worse and worse until— snap.

The man he was, the person he tried to be for her, disappeared. In his place was a demon ready to claim his mate once and for all.

Sheathed in shadow, his body became bigger, his proportions just a little wrong. His horns lengthened into jagged points and his claws extended, easily allowing him to tear through Petra’s clothing. Shadows snaked down her legs, pulling off everything he couldn’t reach, leaving her completely nude.

She made a soft, squeaky noise of surprise, but she didn’t smell like fear when he growled, long and low, at the sight of his shadows circling her throat — the only bit of coverage he’d allowed her now.

Petra pawed at him, her deft fingers turned clumsy as she fought to touch him while his shadows worked all over her body, getting in her way. She didn’t stand a chance against them, though. They roped around her wrists and forearms, binding them together, and whirled her around to face the wall. Silas nudged her legs apart with his foot and dragged his shadowed hands down her flanks, admiring her tanned flesh.

Grabbing her hips, he forced her to stick her ass out for him. Keeping her balance meant bracing her bound forearms against the wall and lowering her head until the cascade of her blonde hair nearly touched the wooden floorboards.

Already he could scent her arousal in the air. Her skin was hot to the touch. When he dragged his palms down over the globes of her ass, Petra’s back arched in an elegant bow, pushing herself into his hands.

“This is mine,” he rumbled, stooping to rake his fangs over her shoulder. Red streaks bloomed in their wake. “This body is mine. This wet cunt is mine.”

He slid his right hand down over her hip and across her trembling abdomen to cup her greedily between her thighs. Petra’s hips rolled in a short burst, a reflex to his rough handling, but she didn’t move to get away. Her stance widened, deepening the angle of her arched back and putting her dripping cunt more firmly in the palm of his hand.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He could barely hear anything over the sound of his pounding heart, but that soft, needy word hit him like a punch to the gut.

Grinding his trapped cock into her ass, Silas twisted his left hand into her hair, forcing her head up so he could rasp in her ear, “You’re lucky I’ve got the shot, little goddess, or else you’d be bred by the end of this.”

The fingers of his other hand slid through her slippery flesh, never settling but simply luxuriating in the sensation of her arousal dripping over his skin.

“Is that what you want?” He gave her clitoris a quick pinch, just to watch her lithe body jerk. “You want me to breed you? Fill you up and make you mine, inside and out? I’ll keep you impaled on my demon cock until you’re bred, baby.”

“I—”

His shadows crawled up her neck to cover her mouth. They slid between her lips and over her tongue, stuffing her mouth full and keeping her jaw locked at the same time. “Ah, sweet little goddess,” he purred, “I don’t actually need your answer. Just this cunt dripping over my hand. It tells me everything I need to know.”

Petra’s nails dug into the wallpaper hard enough to bleach her nail beds white, but when he turned her head to look into her eyes, they were half-lidded and glazed with desire. Above the writhing shadows covering her mouth, her cheeks were a deep pink.

Petra didn’t balk at the sight of the monster looming over her, and when he finally speared his fingers into the hot well of her cunt, she moaned long and sweet and just for him.

His thoughts were hazy. Words were scattered, torn in a dozen different directions as his impulses gained more control over him. Silas pumped his fingers into her mindlessly, ruthlessly, as his shadows tongued her clitoris and the beaded nipples that crowned her heavy breasts. When Petra began to squirm, threatening to reflexively close her thighs as her orgasm neared, he didn’t think twice about snaring her legs, too, forcing her to keep herself open for his pleasure. Gorgeous, sloppy sounds filled the entryway as she gushed over his fingers.

Silas untangled his fingers from her hair only so he could tear at his clothing, finishing the job she’d started even as drove his fingers into her again and again. Needing more, always more, his shadows expanded inside her and undulated around his fingers.

She shrieked behind the shadows sealing her mouth shut. The afternoon light streaming in from the small frosted glass window above the door glittered in the sweat that dewed on her lithe back. Her hips jerked erratically as her orgasm tightened her muscles around his fingers. Wet sounds and the scent of her desire filled the air and made him lose what little grasp on sanity he still possessed.

As soon as his cock, swollen and dripping, sprang free from the confines of his shredded briefs, Silas jerked his hand free from her grasping cunt. His world was shrouded, his vision limited to the sight of her bent before him, her pink flesh ripe and ready for him. There were no thoughts in his mind when he drove himself into her in one merciless thrust — only pure satisfaction and a total, all-encompassing sense of triumph.

He rocked his hips mindlessly, luxuriating the wet glide, the heat of her all around him, and the unique feel of her . Like he expected, she was almost uncomfortably hot. His cock felt a bit like it was being branded, but he couldn’t get enough of it. Her.

Planting a hand on the wall over her head, Silas gripped her throat at the base with his other one and used it to sway her forward and back in short, jerky bursts to match his frantic thrusts. Petra made desperate mewling sounds behind the shadows. Every time he sheathed himself, her channel gripped him hard, like it wanted to lock him there, and every time he pulled back, it was like gliding through liquid fire.

He didn’t realize he was talking until the sound of his own voice penetrated the fog of rut.

“…should make you run,” he growled, forcing the words out between harsh exhales. “Make you run and run and run just so I can hunt you down. Teach you that you’ll never get away. You’ll never be free of me. I’ll chase you and fuck you in the dirt and you’ll like it, little goddess.”

Petra nodded helplessly, her shining hair swaying with the movement of their bodies, and began to match his rhythm in earnest. Her necklace swayed, too. It was a delicate gold pendulum between her breasts, marking every stroke of his cock into her lush cunt.

The necklace should’ve been a symbol of her devotion to a goddess, but it wasn’t. He’d crafted it by hand. He’d chosen the finest gold and imbued it with his own magic, his own sigils. He’d put it around her neck and given her the power to make or break him at a moment’s notice.

When she accepted that necklace and gave him hers in exchange, she’d accepted his claim — and he’d never, ever let her forget it.

Needing to hear it from her mouth, too, Silas pulled the shadows away from her lips and demanded, “Say it.”

“I like it,” she choked out, blindly reaching back with her bound hands to grip his horns. “I love it. Please, please?—”

Prying her fingers from his horns, he flattened her palms against the wall and held them there, forcing her back into a supplicant’s pose. She shone with a faint internal light in the dim entryway. That precious light, the one thing all demons secretly craved, made his shadows that much hungrier to eat her up.

They crawled all over her body, threads connecting and splitting and forming to her contours. He could taste the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her cunt. He could feel the pounding of her heart. In that moment, she was nearly swallowed up by him, impaled by him, owned by him in every way. If he could’ve, he would have forced himself into her pores and the space between her neurons.

He wanted to be everywhere, in everything, because she was already everywhere, in everything inside him .

“I want to touch you,” she begged, clawing at the wallpaper. “Please, Silas.”

Giving her ass a harsh swat, he snapped, “No.”

Petra yelped. Every muscle in her body went tight below him, clenching him hard enough to make him hiss. When the shock wore off, she rasped a curse and rolled her hips erratically, like she couldn’t help herself.

A weak chorus of please please please began, but he didn’t give in. He was driven by the need to mark, to claim, and that left no room for softness. It was his job to claim her and give her the dominance she so obviously craved. Petra didn’t make the rules here. She couldn’t make demands. She was at his mercy.

She wanted to be at his mercy, no matter how she might beg or plead. His mate blossomed under his control. Her masks fell off. What was left was pure Petra, the very essence of who she was, and he’d hold onto that with everything he had.

So he kept her hands pinned to the wall, he drove himself into the hilt again and again, and he rolled her tight little clitoris between his fingers ruthlessly, forcing short, brutal orgasms that never really ended.

Each one forced his own pleasure higher. His shadows grew even more restless, his form more monstrous. Hungry for her in all ways, they sheathed his cock, thickening it until her body resisted the expansion. Rather than dulling his sensations, it increased them tenfold, allowing him to experience fucking her in every possible way.

Yesyesyesyesyes, the animal in him chanted, egging him on. Pleasure was a constant thrum in his veins. Pressure built at the base of his spine but it went beyond the need to release. It was the sense that once he did, it would only be the beginning.

This moment was the flame racing up the fuse, not the bomb.

Petra made inhuman noises, cursed, locked her muscles, and clawed at the walls, but she could do no more than that. All he allowed her was to stand there and take whatever he gave her.

“Too— much,” she wheezed, channel fluttering around him in a desperate attempt to accommodate his new girth. “Too— too?—”

“What was that?” Silas rubbed his face into her hair, scenting his mate as he slowed his thrusts to a deceptively gentle pace. There was no mercy in it. If she was struggling to take him, going slower would only heighten the discomfort, not alleviate it. She’d feel every inch of him sliding in and out, bit by bit, and when the crown of his cock once more notched at her entrance, it would feel that much bigger, the discomfort even more acute.

Petra made a high-pitched keening sound. “It’s— You’re too big.”

Using his shadows to keep her arms in place, he fisted her hair in both of his hands and pulled her head back so he could admire her. Petra’s cheeks were ruddy, her skin sheened with sweat, and her eyes squeezed shut. Every time he stroked her g-spot with the underside of his cock, she twitched like he’d shocked her.

“I’m too big for you?” He tsked. “That’s too bad, little goddess, because I haven’t even filled you up yet. Now look at me.”

Silas tightened his fingers in her hair, demanding her obedience. Her eyes popped open at the bite of pain. “Good girl,” he praised, admiring the gleam of tears in her blue eyes. “You can take it. You can take anything. You’re my mate.”

Petra made a valiant effort to focus on him as he continued to force himself deeper, harder. She appeared terrifically vulnerable as she searched for approval in his monstrous face. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

Silas didn’t speed up, but he increased his force until each stroke pushed her up against the wall. The longer he kept it up, the more tension bled from her, allowing him to comfortably pound into her pliant body.

“So good,” he growled. He watched her lips, swollen and red from being bitten, part with a needy, animalistic moan. “See? You love being stretched. Glory’s pretty favorite was meant to take demon cock. You were built for this, baby.”

Petra groaned and nodded helplessly. Her body began to shake beneath his. Each tremor was punctuated with a desperate, whisper-soft, “Silas, Silas, Silas.”

“I know what you need. I always know.” He pressed his lips to her sweaty cheek and raggedly demanded, “Tell me to fill you up. Beg me.”

“Fill— me. Please!”

Silas let loose a guttural growl. His shadows slid away from her arms, allowing them to fall limp by her sides. She slapped weakly at the wall in an attempt to support herself as he slipped his arms beneath hers and curled his hands over her shoulders, anchoring her back to his front. Their bodies slid against one another, slick with sweat and arousal, but his grip was firm.

He pistoned his hips, increasing his speed as instinct drowned out everything else. He barely noticed when Petra covered his hands with her own or when she dropped her head back against his chest. The sound of her voice reached him, euphoric and desperate and raw, but her words were beyond him. Sense was, too.

There was nothing more than their bodies connecting over and over, that pressure low in his gut, and the need to mark, to claim ? —

He came with a silent snarl.

His shadows lashed across the ground, across his mate, their tendrils viciously stroking her inside and out until she screamed, her channel shuddering around him as he pumped his release into her in long, hot ropes.

It was messy. He couldn’t stop thrusting and he couldn’t stop orgasming, either. Seed gushed from where they were joined, mixing with her arousal. It splattered on the old polished wood of the entryway floor between her spread legs.

His mind was little more than a stream of sensation and instinct, pleasure and satisfaction. His instincts didn’t care that there was no chance of pregnancy, that she belonged to him whether he fucked her raw or not, whether they fucked at all.

The rut only cared about breeding, about marking.

Petra had his shadows around her throat, his heart in her hands, and now she had his seed in her, too.

And that was just the start.