Chapter 17: Callyx

I smile as soon as I feel myself take over our body. Zain is a good thinker, but I'm good at getting things done.

"Kitten, you have three seconds to breathe, or you won't like how I handle things."

I feel her tug at her arms, her movements making me hold her tighter.

"Three…two…one."

At one, she still hasn't taken a full breath, she's still crying. Fine. If she wants to not breathe, I'll help her.

I squeeze her chin even tighter in my hand as I lean down to kiss her. I lay my body across hers, trapping her where she lays as I force her mouth open with my tongue. It takes her a few seconds, but she eventually surrenders, kissing me back with all the force she has in her little body. She pulls on her arms again, but I keep her trapped as I kiss her. I slide the hand on her chin down until it's resting on her neck, and then I pull away to look at her.

She's positively fuckable. Her lips are even more swollen than they were before, and there's not a doubt in my mind that they, along with her wrists, will bare my marks tomorrow.

"So, you don't want to breathe?" I tilt my head as I look down at her, slowly tightening the hand I have around her neck.

Her eyes widen and she struggles against me.

"Do you want to hurt instead?"

She stops, searching my eyes for the truth of what I'm offering, and then she nods.

I stand up, leaving her alone on the bed just quick enough for me to grab a few things from Vincent's closet.

Are you sure she's ready for this?

Vinny said five months, that means this has to happen sooner rather than later.

I come back to the bed, smiling when I see she hasn't moved an inch, and her wrists are still above her head.

"Good kitten." I climb up beside her on the bed. "Do you trust me?"

Instead of using her words, she nods again. Perfect, she wants to submit to me. This is going to be easier than I thought.

She's perfect for us. Strong, but ready to submit.

Only to us, though. Only to her mates.

I take the silk rope out of my pocket and stretch her wrists up to the headboard. Vincent installed a ring in the headboard just for occasions like this, and he'll be happy to know we'll get some use out of it with Amri, too. I bind her wrists to the metal ring and tighten them down as much as I can without completely cutting off her circulation, while also leaving her enough room to give me a signal if she wants me to stop.

"Remember, you said you trusted me. If you want to stop, at all, I need you to knock on the headboard. If you do, I'll immediately stop whatever I'm doing. Okay?"

She nods again and I smile. "Good."

I reach behind me and pull out my knife from the back of my waistband. Vincent got it for me when he learned of my…interests. I can't wait to see how it looks pressed against her skin.

"You said you wanted to hurt…is that a punishment for yourself? For letting those things happen to you?"

She nods.

I lean down, putting my face an inch away from hers. "You never, ever have to feel guilty about being abused by the one person you should have been able to trust with your life." I drop a kiss to her lips, tasting the saltiness of dried tears on her lips. "But, if you ever want to hurt yourself, I want you to come to me. Let me hurt you in ways you'll love. Let me hurt you in ways that will have you begging for more."

I reach over and begin to slide her pants down her legs, watching her face for any signs of weariness, but there are none. I've already seen her body from her game of twenty questions with Zain, but there's something different about seeing it with me in the driver's seat.

Slowly, I strip her of her pants, socks, and panties. My eyes roam over her body, and I have to reach down and adjust myself in my pants. She's fucking perfect – and I can't wait to finally make her mine. And looking at the shine in between her thighs, she's ready for me, too. A selfish pride lights up inside me when I realize I'll be the first one to claim her.

Sliding her shirt and bra up and behind her head, I lower my lips to her breasts, using my tongue to make circles around each nipple.

"Are you ready for me, kitten?"

She whimpers in response, lifting her hips up to meet mine.

"Don't worry, we'll get there. First, I want to play."

I straddle her hips, staying fully clothed to torture myself a little longer. The heat from between her thighs radiates up and makes my cock jump in anticipation.

I don't care if Vincent come back and interrupts us this time, I'm not stopping until she's filled with my cum.

I lift my hand up with the knife in it and look down at Amri. Her eyes are wide as she watches me, but the hint of a smile graces her lips. That's my girl.

I press the blade against her stomach, watching her face to judge her reaction, but her smile gets even wider as she arches her back, pressing her stomach further into the knife until it breaks skin.

It's not a big cut, but it's enough to bleed. I pull the knife away and watch the blood welt up, groaning when it starts to slide down her stomach. "Fuck, kitten, you bleed so good for me."

I move to the other side of her stomach and leave another cut, biting my lip when her soft moan reaches my ears. I lean down, pressing my lips against the first cut and then the second, kissing her gently before licking her blood off my lips.

I slowly work my way around her body, a cut to each forearm and a few on both thighs, each one following with a kiss.

I stop when she's withering beneath me. She's so wet it soaks the inside of her thighs, mixing with the blood. I can't help myself. I reach down and pull her hips up to my mouth, latching onto her clit and sucking as if I had Vincent's cock in my mouth. Her back arches as she moans out my name.

"That's it baby, soak me in your blood and cum. Mark me as yours."

Her body tenses up as she screams out, legs wrapping around my neck and pulling me tight against her, suffocating me between her thighs. I slide my tongue in and out of her, thrusting every time I feel her body start to relax, and when she tenses up the next time, I suck her clit in my mouth and nip it with my teeth.

She bucks against my hold, spasming around my tongue as I continue to fuck her with it. Her body goes limp when she's done, and I pull away to lick what I can of her off my lips.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to take it like the good girl you are. I'm going to finally make you mine, Amri, because you're never getting away." I sit up and quickly take my clothes off, unable to wait another moment before I'm inside of her. She's lying flat on the bed, chest heaving now with adrenaline and excitement instead of guilt and grief.

I sit on my knees in between her thighs, using her feet to spread her wide in front of me and groaning at the sight. I massage her thighs, trying to gain control over myself before I hurt her, and I could hurt her.

When I feel in control, I slide inside of her. Good God, I thought she was perfect before but now, feeling her wrapped around me, squeezing me so tight I couldn't leave her if I wanted to…Now there's no doubt in my mind. Hades himself could try to take her away from me but he would not succeed. She's mine. MINE .

With that thought, I slide out and slam back into her, over and over again until I don't know when I end, and she begins. We're one. One heart, one body, one mind, one soul, all consumed with the experience we're living in at this very second.

I watch her bite her lip and I growl when her moans stop gracing my ears. I reach down, wrapping my hand around her throat once more, squeezing until she gasps for air.

"You do not hide those sounds from me, kitten. Those sounds belong to me. "

She moans out, and I feel her pussy squeeze around me making me shudder and drop down around her. My arms shake as they hold me up, but I don't care. Being this close to her now, I kiss her, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth at the same time as I thrust into her with my cock.

I look up to see her hands wrapped around the ropes, holding onto them for dear life. She moans into my mouth, giving me life and taking it all at once.

Fuck. Fuck, I'm so close.

I sit up, throwing her legs over my shoulders as I lean closer, getting as deep into her as possible. Her moans get louder, and I watch as her eyes roll back. I reach an arm up, squeezing her throat as I feel her squeeze me. If I time this right, we'll finish together. Every time she tenses, I squeeze. Every time I squeeze, I thrust. Working in perfect rhythm, I feel her body tense one last time as she covers my cock with her cum. The warm feeling washing over me pushes me over the edge, and I moan out as I fill her up with everything I have, gritting my teeth at the extreme pleasure coursing through my body.

I continue to thrust until her body lays limp on the bed in front of me, her breathing heavy and her eyes closed with a smile gracing her lips. I slide out of her, reaching up to undo the knots on the rope to free her arms.

She moans as her wrists fall to the bed, and I'm happy to see that there are indeed rope marks marring her skin. Those combined with the cuts I left will be the perfect reminder to her of who she belongs to.

I lay down next to her, not bothering to put clothes on but covering us both up with a blanket. Pulling her body into mine, I place a soft kiss on her temple. "You did so good, kitten. I'm so proud of you."

She smiles, cuddling further into me and tucking her head into my neck. "I love you, Cal."

Her whisper catches me off guard, but I can't help the smile on my face when I realize what she said. My kitten loves me. Me, the unwanted soul, the wild one, the crazy one. She loves me.

I tighten my arms around her, squeezing her in one, brief hug. "I love you, too, Amri."