18. Craze

18

CRAZE

Alisa’s lips provide the sweetest relief. She’s all sugar and innocence, making me want to corrupt her. Taint her with my darkness. Fuck. Her.

I should pull back.

I shouldn’t take advantage of a vulnerable moment.

But there are lots of “shoulds” and “should nots” in life. Yet I never do what is expected or right.

Because I’m not a white knight. Or a good man.

I’m fucking Craze.

And I show her what that means with my tongue.

I take her with abandon. Fucking her mouth. Grabbing her hips. Devouring my sweet little rabbit until she’s panting against my bare chest.

I lost my sweatshirt earlier, the loose fabric not conducive to my weapon of choice. The vines would have caught on it, derailing my movements.

But I’m pleased with that decision now. Pleased that I’m shirtless. Pleased that I can feel her nails clawing at my back.

My Omega is hungry. Starved . And ready to play.

Fuck waiting.

Fuck patience.

Fuck whatever the fuck I’m supposed to think.

I’m panting. Hard. And so pent up that I might burst in my damn pants.

The ropes writhe around her, their magic listening to my command as I tell them to massage her breasts as they move. Her arms are free, but her midsection is wrapped up in enchanted vines. It’s fucking hot. Fucking perfect. Fucking beautiful .

She gasps, her long lashes fluttering as she holds my gaze.

I’m fucking feral for this female. I have been since the moment I caught her scent. Fuck, maybe even from the day I found out she existed.

Or before that.

When I dreamt of having a mate.

A queen.

An Omega .

Now my Omega has a face—a very beautiful, fucking stunning face. One that’s blossoming with shades of red as she kisses me again, her need an aroma I can taste on my tongue.

Graves, I want her.

And I show her that by pressing my thick cock against her, fully aware that our jeans won’t mask my desire.

She stills, her nostrils flaring as her eyes widen. “I want to see all of you,” she tells me, the bold request seeming to take her by surprise because her cheeks turn even redder.

I smile. “You can see whatever you want of me. And do whatever you want to me.”

Because I’m hers.

Her Alpha.

Her Enforcer.

Her everything.

Krolic and Catum played last night. Now it’s my turn.

But I want to do this on her terms. Let her lead.

At least… a little.

Dominance comes naturally to me. Just as I suspect submitting comes naturally to her.

However, in this, I want to meet her needs. Do whatever pleases her. Anything that pleases her.

“I… I want to understand… your…” She trails off, her porcelain features a crimson shade now. “You’re pierced.” The words come out as a whisper, one that curls around me in a tantalizing caress.

“Yes, I am,” I say, leaning even more into her trapped form.

Oh, she could move if she desired it.

But something tells me she’s more than happy to stay right here.

If she expresses otherwise, I’ll release her.

And if she doesn’t… I tell the vines to slither over her again, causing her to gasp. “Gods, what are you doing to me?”

“Indulging,” I murmur, running my nose along her cheek to her ear. “Exploring.” The ropelike vines glide lower, slipping between her legs to add a subtle friction. “Teaching.”

She jolts as a rope tightens right over her clit. “ Oh, Gods… ”

“Craze,” I tell her. “Just Craze.” I nip her thundering pulse and tell the vines to writhe again.

Her body vibrates in response, the scent of her slick a beacon to my senses. Thank the blades that this cavern is shrouded in Catum’s magic. Because these cloaked clothes were not doing the trick.

Granted, the Tavern seems to have failed, too.

Maybe her Omega fragrance is just too powerful to disguise.

It’s like a fucking drug. It makes me want to do wicked things to her. Teach her all about my preferences. Force her to experience the highest of highs.

I tell the vines to loosen their hold, then replace the friction between her legs with my hand. She arches into me, her full lips parting on a pant I can taste with my tongue.

My mouth reclaims hers, our kiss turning bruising in an instant. I’m not soft or tender. I’m unhinged. Psychotic. And one hundred percent hers.

She can tame me if she wants to. I’ll allow it.

But until then, I’ll show her exactly who I am.

The ropes fall to the ground as I pull one of my cards from my pocket. The sharp edge teases my thumb, drawing blood. “Do you trust me, gorgeous?” I ask Ailsa.

She shivers. “I shouldn’t.”

“You shouldn’t,” I agree.

“But I…” Her forehead crinkles. “I do.”

I arch a brow. “You don’t sound very sure about that.”

“Because I shouldn’t trust you.”

“True,” I agree again. “Except you should trust me.” I bump my nose against hers, my lips whispering across hers. “Because I’ll never hurt you, Ailsa. Unless it’s for pleasure. Then all bets are off.”

She swallows. “What does that even mean?”

“Want me to show you?” I ask softly, my voice as smooth as silk. There are a dozen ways I could demonstrate my words. All of them would be introductions. My version of slow .

“Okay,” she says. “Show me.”

I smile against her mouth. “You’re so fucking good for me, gorgeous.” I bring the card up to her throat and let her feel the razor age along her tender skin.

She freezes.

Which makes me grin even more. “Try not to move.” Because I don’t want to cut her yet. Just… tease.

Ailsa seems to stop breathing as I draw the blade lower, snagging on her sweater.

She’s not wearing a bra, something I know because she never grabbed one in the closet.

Ripping the card downward, I slice through the fabric like butter, exposing her tits.

She gasps, her breath an alluring pant against my mouth.

I don’t give her a chance to vocalize a response, my tongue eager to dance with hers. She’s still frozen, yet her lips move with mine.

Because she’s fucking phenomenal.

A natural to my unnatural.

I nip her bottom lip, my card going to her jeans. She stops breathing again as she feels the blade touch her hip.

Then I jerk it downward, easily slicing through the side of her pants down to the middle of her thigh.

“I… I could just remove them,” she whispers.

“No, Ailsa,” I reply, my forehead meeting hers. “Because your job is to take off my pants while I finish freeing you from yours.” I utter that last line while switching the card to my opposite side and creating another gash down her jeans.

She shudders, her gaze hooded as she stares up at me. “You’re insane.”

“Yes.”

A hint of boldness enters her features, one that has my knot throbbing with eagerness.

Because yes fucking please.

I like that glimmer in her eyes.

“I want to be insane, too,” she tells me. “I want to be insane with you.”

My lips curl. “It’s a date, gorgeous.” I kiss her again, loving that she’s giving in to the madness. The impulses. Her instincts.

Is it fast? Maybe for someone wanting to indulge in the ordinary.

But there’s nothing ordinary about Ailsa Marvel.

She’s an Omega.

A queen.

A fucking goddess deserving of worship.

I lick her bottom lip and pocket my card. Then I yank on her jeans, tearing them off her in a harsh pull that nearly has her knees buckling.

She stands before me in her panties and shoes, looking fucking edible.

“You have fantastic tits, Ailsa,” I murmur, admiring her full breasts. “I want to make them bleed.”

She trembles, her eyes widening.

I catch her throat before she can run, my palm squeezing her delicate neck to cut off the air. “You told me to show you what I mean about hurting you for pleasure.” I squeeze her a little more, causing her hands to fly up and claw at my wrists. “Unbutton my pants, and I’ll let you breathe again.”

She swallows against my palm, her eyes huge. My name forms on her mouth, her voice nonexistent.

“Now, Ailsa,” I say, giving her a dose of my dominance.

The way her nipples bead against my chest tells me she likes it, even if her mind hasn’t caught up to her body’s reactions.

A little growl vibrates her chest, making me growl right back at her.

Her legs tremble in response, a hint of shock entering her expression.

Then she grabs my jeans and unfastens them in an angry jerk.

I press my lips to hers as I let up on her throat and blow oxygen into her mouth as she gasps, forcing her to breathe me in, to accept my crazy, to enjoy .

“ You’re insane, ” she snarls.

“You’ve said that already,” I remind her, kissing her again.

She bites my tongue. Hard .

Which makes me chuckle. “You’re learning,” I praise, loving the sting she’s created in my mouth.

I draw my thumb along her raging pulse, my hand still grasping her throat.

She tries to shove me back, but I don’t move, instead kissing her again and allowing her to taste my blood.

She bites me a second time.

Which only makes me kiss her harder.

And suddenly she’s moaning as she sucks my tongue deeper into her mouth.

I’m an Alpha. Her aphrodisiac. Her craving .

And blood play is just the beginning.

She practically claws at me as she tries to climb up my body, eager for more. Eager for me. Eager for this .

I cut off her air flow again, my nose bumping hers. “Now unzip me.”

This time, she doesn’t hesitate or try to fight, just yanks the zipper down.

I shudder as my head parts the fabric, my rock-hard cock more than ready to play with this delectable little Omega.

“Push the pants down,” I say without letting her breathe.

Her hands do my bidding as she stares me down with lust-blown pupils.

She likes this.

My dominance. Her fear. The newness of us .

I wait until panic enters her gaze, then I release her like I did before—with my mouth against hers, forcing her to breathe me in again.

She inhales harshly.

Then we’re kissing.

Biting.

Exploring .

I kick off my jeans and shoes, then pin her to the wall again, my hands going to her panties and ripping them off her.

“I have no idea what we’re doing,” she pants as I lift her in the air, my cock instantly settling against her blistering heat.

“Learning,” I tell her as I begin carrying her through the cavern. “And soon, we’ll be fucking .”

Perhaps not in the traditional sense.

But I will absolutely be penetrating her in some way.

Her mouth.

Her pussy.

Her ass.

I don’t fucking care.

But my Omega wants a lesson, and I fully intend on delivering one she’ll never forget.

I drop her onto the bed I slept in just last week, this lair the one I’ve hidden within for centuries.

Her light hair gives her an angelic glow against my black sheets. “Oh, sweet Ailsa,” I say as I crawl over her. “I can’t fucking wait to corrupt you.” I nip at her chin. “Every fucking inch of you is about to become mine.”

“ Ours ,” a deep voice interjects.

Catum .

Grinning, I glance over my shoulder at him and Krolic, their expressions thunderous. “Welcome home,” I tell them. “I was just about to teach our Ailsa a lesson in pleasure and pain. Feel free to pull up a chair and enjoy the show.”

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