19. Psycho

Icouldn't fucking think straight. Micah's magic mouth had sucked my brain straight through the eye of my throbbing cock.

Taking no prisoners, leaving no survivors. An assassin without mercy.

My Variant still thrummed in my veins from the elixir I had taken earlier in the night. I couldn't handle the overstimulation.

Despite the euphoric haze, I was pissed. I had come before her. Hell, completely without her.

Utter blasphemy.

I lifted her to stand and flicked her nose. "You're gonna pay."

Micah clucked as I turned on the shower, the raising mist clouding the compact bathroom.

She turned, lifting her stained hair so I could reach the zipper at the base of her neck. Micah arched while I unzipped her dress, goosebumps trailing down her spine to chase my featherlight touch as a hesitant sigh left her swollen lips.

Oh, that won't do. I required her screams—preferably my name ripping from her lungs.

I shimmied the gown over her hips, letting it pool to the ground, leaving Micah in a sexy black thong that had me dying of starvation. I groaned and shoved a fist in my mouth, teeth sinking into my flesh to prevent them from sinking into hers.

She flicked a sly eye over her shoulder, winked, then stepped beneath the cascading water. My head dropped back in weakness, my dick already hard and leaking, seeking her touch once more.

I lined up to her back and dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder. "My turn." Lathering soap, I proceeded to wash the red stains from her skin and hair, my touch devoting, my caress intimate.

Micah had a tattoo spanning her entire back; a sprawling landscape of forestry. It appeared so lifelike, as if I could walk amongst the trees themselves. Massaging the artistic lines, she softened, leaning back against me.

"I was born and raised at the King Estate in East Harbour. We lived in a pretentious manor that overlooked the water. It was a beautiful, expansive compound surrounded by acres of forestry and vegetation. We'd spend hours lost in those woods. They were the happiest days of my life."

I could hear the melancholy in her voice, the despondency in her tone. She turned to face me, her hands raising to rest about my neck, bare breasts pushed up against my chest. My palms leisurely skimmed up and down her arms. Arms that were riddled with coloured flowers and plants.

"Why do you hide them? They're beautiful."

Micah gave me a sad look. "Mainly to desensitise my Variant. It's powerful enough that it affects every facet of my life, a constant presence absorbing into my very skin." She lifted a hand to examine her injured palm, now free of glass. "I realised quite early on that the tattoos and clothing dampened the effects. I can't stand people close, their touch near unbearable."

She was being so genuine, so real, her statement took me by surprise. It shouldn't have.

I couldn't force my desires on her. I fucking refused. My respect was way too high to ever expect or want something she was unwilling to give. Even if only a little bit.

When I attempted to detangle our position, she stopped my retreat by grabbing my hands and placing them on her hips.

"Except yours, August. Never yours. If I didn't have your touch," she shuddered. "I think I'd die without it."

My neurotransmitters sparked with a detailed map to each point of contact where her body touched mine. I remained still, refusing to move, not giving a single inch or I would truly break.

Micah continued to guide my limp hands upward until they rested on top of each breast. "So touch me, August. You wouldn't want me to die, would you?" she finished with a smirk.

My forehead bumped against hers, palms kneading her breasts in soft, needy strokes. "When I'm done with you, you're gonna wish you were," I said, pinching her peaked nipples as her sweet mouth rewarded me with a surprised gasp.

My senses had increased tenfold, and I was more than willing to use the advantage to enhance her pleasure.

With my Variant uncaged, I was my true self. With her by my side, I was simply complete.

MICAH

August worshipped my flesh with the fervent devotion of any faithful servant. His leisurely touch revered my body, the strokes of his tongue whispered prayers into my skin.

I latched onto his broad shoulders, requiring stability and a stronghold to lean on before I toppled to the fucking ground, losing all meaning of space and time.

August pushed me against the wall, his mouth venturing lower, skimming my jaw and collarbone. His hands tantalised my nerves, leaving rippling tremors in their wake. And when he caught my nipple between his teeth, my eyes pinched closed as my pussy pulsed.

"Eyes open, Golden Girl. I want you to see everything, feel everything." Upon his command, my eyes opened to his possessive stare.

"August," I could scarcely breathe. "I need you."

His palm soared lower. "You're so fucking gorgeous, baby."

My hips gyrated forward to meet his fingers as they skimmed over my laced thong, placing the lightest pressure over my clit. I wished I could delude myself into thinking they were drenched from the shower alone. We both knew better.

August's mouth returned to mine, breathing life into my failing respiratory system. He continued to tease me, his perfect, hard cock pressing against my inner thigh as his knuckles caressed the edge of my panties.

My body demanded more. I was over waiting. I would force him to relinquish control, as I had none left to give. Motions turned ragged as I wrenched him closer, lifting a leg high over his hip whilst my tongue fought for dominance.

A masculine growl vibrated from his rib cage and I bit his lip, hard. "Stop playing with me."

"But it's my favourite. I love playing with you," he said, slipping one single finger beneath the thin material to push inside me.

My head fell back from the instant pleasure—until he retracted his touch to lick his finger completely clean.

I stilled at the sight, my inner walls clenching from the loss. "I swear I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Not until I make you cum, you won't." He spun me so fast my palms slapped against the shower wall, his front pressing up to my back. I pushed my ass against him and drank down his audible hiss when his cock pushed between my cheeks. "Hold on to the wall, you"re gonna fucking need it."

Before I could cuss him out, he pressed his foot against mine, widening my stance. His palms and mouth traced the tattoo down my back, August settling on his knees behind me. My legs shook from his proximity, his hands rough as they kneaded my ass cheeks. Then I felt the predator stalk forward to take me in his jaws.

August licked from my pussy all the way to my back entrance, finishing the upstroke with his teeth latching onto the plump flesh. I yelped from the sharp sting that undiluted into a burning desire.

"This wonderful ass. I'm gonna fuck it one day," August purred. I hummed in reply, my mind vacant, lost to his savagery.

August hooked his fingers into my thong and gently pulled it down, the last barrier eradicated. I was running hot. Feverish.

August wasn't faring any better, vibrant jolts of lust shooting from his very core to ricochet up my body. Then his proverbial barrier completely snapped, the beast clawing from his insides finally freed.

He jerked my hips down to his upturned mouth, snarling like a wild animal. "Back the fuck up and ride my goddamned face, Micah."

His tongue attacked me from behind, my legs barely holding out, muscles spasming from the intimate claiming.

August fed on me, not missing a single morsel. When his lips sucked me in, I relinquished to his ravenous hunger. My hips writhed to a punishing beat, my forehead hit the tiles and my panting moans echoed through the acoustic bathroom.

"That's it, baby. Ride me hard," his voice muffled from between my legs as his motions increased in tempo.

My skin prickled at the impending high when August suddenly slapped my ass hard, then immediately shoved two fingers so fucking deep I never stood a chance.

The world blackened and my tight walls spasmed, clenching onto his intruding fingers as they fought to stay inside me. I collapsed, August catching my descent with his waiting mouth.

He continued at a leisurely pace, easing the aftershocks of my orgasm to a persistent rhythm of desire that refused to completely disappear.

When I was stable enough to stand on my own two feet, he steadied my stance and rotated my hips so I was facing him once more. August remained on his knees, his expression filthy and smug as all fuck. Until his eyes caught on my new tattoo. His features transformed into the most serious expression I'd ever seen.

He reverently stroked the red flower and rose to stand as sure-footed as any gladiator who had conquered another arena. "Gladiolus? That wasn't there last time," he said, fingers digging into the image stamped on my upper thigh.

I peppered kisses up his throat, if only to escape his penetrating gaze.

"Did you know that in Roman times," I said. "when gladiators fought to the death in the arena and won, they'd be showered in Gladioli flowers?"

He nodded. "I also know it's the birth flower for the month of August."

I pulled back at his restrained tone, catching the strangest look in his eyes. "You're undefeated, are you not?"

He shook his head, grasped one of my hands and placed it over his sternum, his heart pummelling beneath. "You're wrong. I've been bested—completely annihilated—by the most worthy opponent," he said, voice guttural and hoarse.

What is this feeling permeating from his chest into mine?

"You brought me to my knees, Micah. A place I never considered I'd want to stay." He lifted my legs so I could wrap them around his waist.

With August's smooth length pressed between us, he began to thrust slowly, his throbbing cock sliding against my clit in blissful pressure. "Now I stand before you as a humble servant, awaiting your royal decree, begging for mercy."

Then it all clicked together, his words and expression cementing his image into place. I don't know how I'd missed it before. I'd been too caught up in the frenetic events of the night to truly capture the essence of him.

I stared into the bottomless voids that were his eyes. But instead of getting lost, I found him—all of him. Two halves connected as one. Truly an otherworldly being that was so bright and beautiful, my heart expanded close to bursting from the knowledge.

"Psycho?"

He inhaled a raspy breath, triggering his Variant to unforeseen lengths. I watched him become one before me, potent emotion leaking from his very pores.

Fulfilment, completion and gratitude. It all wrecked me, attacked me, consumed me.

I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips hard against his, winding my fingers tightly through his midnight blue hair.

After a split second of hesitation, his tongue fought mine, and when his teeth scraped against my lower lip, a moan climbed up my throat for him to consume.

When he positioned himself at my entrance, he stilted for permission.

"Are you Psycho, or August Mathers?"

"He is me. I am him. We are one in the same," his words ethereal, two vocals thundering together to form one voice.

I licked my lips, his gaze catching on the movement.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

I nodded. "A gift I'd afford no other." Pushing my hips forward, the tip of his cock slid inside me, the movement triggering his complete undoing. With a strong surge, he thrust all the way to the hilt. We both groaned, my pussy adjusting to his intimidating size.

"Fucking…so soft, so warm and so fucking tight," he said while pumping in and out, hitting that sweet spot each and every time.

"So full. I'm so fucking ful—" He cut off my tirade by shoving his tongue between my teeth. Our carnal desperation fused together, rising to impossible heights.

"You're mine, Micah. You're fucking mine, you hear me?"

"Yes."

"You're so sweet, so wet, baby, dripping all over my fucking cock."

I begged and pleaded, incoherent with my mumbled ramblings. How he made sense of what I was asking was beyond me, but he gave it to me anyway.

Increasing his pace, he slammed into me so hard I could feel him twitching. Both of us were so damn close to orgasm. My mind fractured at the tips of reality.

"Fuck. No!" Psycho snarled. I whined when he slipped out and left me empty and wanting.

What the fuck is he doing?

In one fluid motion, Psycho lifted me high, legs parting wide to settle over his shoulders. Before I could contemplate how the hell I got up there, all thought washed down the drain when his mouth attacked my core. He was a straight savage, salivating over the flesh that he tore from my bones. The apex predator that delighted in his kill.

I ground against him and fell prey to his aggressive attack, Psycho holding me steady as my body thoroughly broke apart, my climax so primal and raw, it stole all my faculties.

I was a whimpering mess, completely limp and entirely useless.

Before I could regain any semblance of reorientation, he slid me down to settle against his front, my responsive nerve endings inciting from the added contact.

My thighs hung loosely over his forearms and his hands braced my ass as he realigned his dick with my entrance.

"Stay here with me, Golden Girl?"

I mustered the strength to raise a single palm to his cheek. "Claim me."

His gaze locked on mine, never wavering as he slid back into my rippling flesh where he belonged. I sighed in contentment. He felt so deepthis way, hands dictating our movements, thrusting in and out with flawless accuracy.

Heat razed my centre as my receptors refused to resist the call, hips pushing forward of their own accord, chasing the potent high that only he could provide.

"One more time, baby. Cum for me one more time. Clench that pretty pussy and stroke me good."

Each touch, each lick, each whispered word threatened to undo me. Then he gave one last punishing thrust and my vision exploded in technicolour as we climaxed together. Euphoria anaesthetised my veins, corrupting my DNA, until all that was left imprinted on every cell was the name August Mathers.

My head dropped to the base of his neck, sagging against his solid form as he emptied deep inside me. "There's no going back now. I fucking own you." I imprinted into his skin.

He chuckled, knowing full well I spoke the utmost truth.