68. Scythe

Chapter 68

Scythe

F or the first time in my life, I finally understand the intense desire other beasts feel when they see me. Because the way I feel for Aurelia now… It's maddening. A desire so intense that I need her to look at me. I need her to smile at me and give me her singular attention. The thought of someone else touching her makes me want to tear the world apart.

My reality roars around me. It screams. It shouts. It's torment and grief and pure, malevolent evil that I cannot control.

Her words mean so much to my tired, bleeding heart. And she has to know exactly how much they mean. This, at least , I can control.

"I don't want you to forget this night, Aurelia," I say. What I really mean is, I don't want you to forget me.

Soft pink lips curve upwards, and her face, lit with the ephemeral green sheen of the glow worms above, makes her look like something from another world.

Just like me.

"Safe word." My broken voice is the sound of fraying restraint as my hands tighten around the tender flesh of her arms. "I need to know that you remember your safe word."

"F-Fairy bread," she stutters as my hands fall to her waist. "Fairy bread."

Relief washes down my spine. "Good girl."

She blushes, and it will forever entice me. The way her blood thrums around her body, powerful and sweet. At least I would have those sacred drops with me forever.

I leave her to sort through my small pile of clothes. Finding a black shirt, I tear a strip off the front, considering tearing off a second.

But no, I want to see those eyes looking at me, and only me.

When I stand and turn around, I freeze for a moment. She stands before me, her naked body calling to me like a siren. Her long black hair is still wet and wild about her shoulders. Blue eyes gaze at me and she bites her lip as she glances down at my hands.

My cock fills with blood.

Shaking my head in awe of her, I make my way over, pull her hands behind her back, and staring down into her eyes, tie her wrists together.

Her breath tickles my chin. "What?" she asks curiously. She's not talking about the binding.

"You are made for me," I say, tying a second knot.

She smiles before grunting a little.

"Not too tight?"

"It doesn't hurt."

I take her chin in my fingers and survey her now swollen bottom lip. That was from me. My bite. And she would have more of my marks before the night's end. My cock bumps against her soft, warm thigh, and I inhale sharply at the contact.

She looks down at my hard length and licks her lips. "I want you in my mouth." She's breathing hard and by the ever-loving gods is the hungry look on her face going to drive me rabid.

"You're not going to get what you want." It's going to take all my strength to deny her because I know exactly what her body craves. I can feel it in the silence between her heartbeats. I can feel it in the way her blood suffuses her cheeks. So I lean down and make sure she understands me. "You're not going to get what you want, Aurelia." I rub my thumb against her bottom lip, marvelling at its pillow-softness. "I'm going to get what I want."

"And what's that?" she whispers.

I bite her upper lip this time. She sucks in a breath and her tongue sneaks out to taste me. Pulling back, I cast my gaze possessively down at her luscious perfection. She quivers with excitement, arching her back in offering before I say, "All of you."

Her heart hammers, and I savour the sound of her desire in my ears, my own heart mirroring my regina's. I run gentle fingers down her neck, caressing our mating mark before reverently grazing her collarbones and making my way down to her nipples. The brown buds are taut, and I pinch one tightly, and then the other.

She presses herself into my touch.

My resolve weakens and I bend my knees so I can wrap my arms under her ass, hoisting her up so I can take a nipple into my mouth. I suck hard and she sighs into the cave ceiling.

Tonight, I will taste all of her. Every rise and fall of her curves, I will mark into memory, every inch of her skin branded with my tongue and teeth. I scrape my teeth against her nipple and she squeaks in protest. I sample her other nipple, holding her tight and burying my face into her soft flesh. She mewls gently, and the sound of her pleasure under my mouth drives me wild.

I take her to the ground with me, my movements frantic, and laying her on my soft blanket, I roll her onto her side and raise her upper leg, hoisting it over my shoulder as I move in to explore the part of her that calls to me as fiercely as the open ocean. Her centre. Her core.

Her pussy glistens under the soft light, and I drive my tongue between her silken folds, excited to taste each part of her most sensitive places.

My regina's scent is bright and wild. It speaks of immeasurable power, and in the same vein, it speaks of gentle touches under moonlight, of soft kisses upon the sand. I groan as I feast on her, my lips and tongue hungry and exploring as I eat my fill.

She cries a sweet song into the air, writhing against my mouth, guiding me to where she likes it best. I caress her calf, then press my fingers into the warm flesh of her thighs, reaching up to find her hips, encouraging them to move.

Before I sharply slap her on the ass.

The fact that she can't touch me is making her feral, just as I knew it would. She cries my name and I close my eyes as it makes the same type of wildness rise up in me. I slap her ass again, licking and sucking and tasting, allowing her juices to coat my face, my chin.

I want to drown in her.

"Gods, I need you!" she cries. "Please, Scythe. Please!"

I chuckle into her pussy. Begging so soon. My shark thrashes viciously. Give her what she wants. Give our regina what she needs. Serve her. Obey her.

Her power tickles my lips, a zing of electricity that makes my mouth tingle. Her power is searching for release. For union.

I rear back, a fist coming to my cock and squeezing it hard. I cannot allow our powers to mingle. It would be the final nail in my coffin.

"Scythe?" Aurelia gasps, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

Presenting herself to me.

"Wild Mother," I whisper, rubbing a hand over my jaw.

She makes me want to give everything up. She makes me want to surrender everything to her.

Quickly, I take her calf and roll her over onto her stomach, helping to pull her up to kneeling.

Winding her hair about my fist, I pull her face back to meet me. "I want you, Aurelia. Don't forget that. I want to possess you, body and soul. I want us to become one, so that wherever you go, you don't fucking forget—" My cock finds what it needs and I tease her entrance, the ball of my first piercing tickling her just inside. Slowly, I ease myself inside her, letting her feel the stretch of my girth and each of my piercings, one by one. She gasps, rocking her hips back to take me in further. "That this cock claimed you. Owned you." I take a deep breath, overwhelmed by the silken, perfect feel of her heat. "Loved you." As I claim her to the hilt, she lets out a whimper that I feel in the coldest, broken chamber of my heart.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel my regina's centre for the first time. As I claim her in the most primal way. Her entire body is at my mercy. By her mercy.

"You always use my name," she pants. "Baby, just the once."

I know what she means. The others all have their own nickname for her when they don't call her regina.

Brushing my mouth against the sweet curve of her lips, I murmur, "Another name I wanted to call you, I could never say out loud."

Her eyes flare with interest. "What is it?"

I flex my hips and she takes me with a vibrant cry that I feel all the way down into my balls. "Goddess."

She tightens around me in response. By the Mother, she's going to drive me mad.

"Why?" she moans.

I should tell her the truth. "Because you'll do anything for the people you love. Because you are perfect."

"I'm not?—"

My hand is over her mouth before she can finish her sentence. I draw my cock out and slam into her, fucking her harder. "But this mouth is perfect for my cock." I release her mouth, grazing my fingertips down her neck. "Because this neck is perfect with my mating mark on it." I slide my fingers down her sternum, down her stomach, and into the soft curls of pubic hair until I find her clit. "Because this pussy takes me—" I thrust in time with my words. "So. Fucking. Perfectly."

Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she moans with that voice I love so much. I love it when she shouts at me. I love it when she whispers at me. And most of all, I love it when she screams as I take her as a beast should take his regina. Hard, fast, rutting in her until neither of us knows where we are, or who we are, or what awaits us out in the world above.

I fuck Aurelia with everything that I have, telling her how perfect she is. Rubbing her clit, squeezing her throat so she knows that I desire her more than anything. That for tonight, I own her pussy.

Licking up our beautiful mating mark, I work her higher and higher, feeling her quiver and scream around my intensity. I slap her on the ass again, twice on both sides. Her aura shimmers with all the colours of the rainbow, her power glitters and spins. A pure, ambient feeling grows in the base of my spine. Every moan of hers, every cry, the scent of her wet pussy, the taste of her skin and mouth stokes that feeling. I gasp.

I've known pleasure. Even when I didn't want it, I've known the great and diverse pleasures the human body can offer. But it had always felt tainted.

I didn't know it could be like this.

I didn't know that being in Aurelia would feel like the heavens had opened up inside my mind, that my body would feel like it was on fire, but in the best way. That with her in my arms, her glorious wet heat around my cock, I would feel…free. For the first time in my life, I know joy.

That electric tingle zaps at my cock, requesting entry. I breathe a shaky breath, sensing that she wants to merge her power with mine. But I can't risk an energetic union with her. Not ever.

So I allow her power into me, carefully channelling it into a glowing ball that won't touch my own power. Aurelia sighs in relief as she offloads into me and I marvel at the golden source of her, the sheer power in it. It gathers around my solar plexus, inside me, yet separate, and I hold it there.

A glowing piece of her, just for me.

It's tempting to let it join with my own pool of force. The Great White in me swims around it, prodding it with his blunt nose, pining for it.

In time, it will dissolve and I will likely miss it.

Such is our fate. To need and never have. Not completely.

"I've never needed anyone more than I need you," I rasp in her ear. "Can you feel what you do to me?"

She comes violently, shaking and crying as I hold her tight and fuck her through her release, wanting her to experience every last bit of pleasure, wanting every last tear, because I want all of her, need all of this branded into the recesses of my brain so that no matter what level of madness takes me, I'll always have this memory to guide me on.

Because even balls-deep in her pussy, my teeth around her shoulder, in the throes of mind-blowing pleasure, the end calls to me. An everlasting undertow that drags me into an abyss with every step I take. I cannot take her with me. Even if my heart pines for it. Even if my soul demands it. I must let her go. I must let them all go.

I was never made for this world.

Except as Aurelia comes down from her high while I slow and lengthen my thrusts, she says something that ruins me completely. Those blue eyes, navy in the darkness, glimmer with unrestrained emotion.

"I want to walk alongside your darkness with you," she whispers. "Like you've done for me."

My being shatters. Heartbreaking and soul-destroying is my echoing roar into the cavern as I come inside my regina. Hoping the heavens and the Wild Mother hear my anguish, and knowing what she's done to us, I hope she weeps too.