Chapter Eighteen

His reflection in the glass has me holding my breath. His one hand wraps around both my wrists, his claws touching easily. Rhett has me pinned against the glass.

We lock eyes in the reflection, and I hold my breath, staring at the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

"I knew you were real," I whisper to the glass. "It wasn't all in my head." His red eyes glare at me, the pupil's sharp slits. His blonde hair is bright against his unique features. Cracks pepper along his skin that resemble concrete. It's hard to see him all, as he is in and out of solid form, but I see the crocodile skin on his shoulders, down his chest, and abs. His tail slithers up my shoulder.

His. Tail.

And it wraps around my throat.

His wings spread with a whoosh.

"Do you wish I wasn't?" he whispers, inching closer until his cock taps my ass. Rhett kisses my shoulder. So gentle. So unlike the beast he looks like.

I think about his question. My heart pounds so loud, I hear the blood rush in my ears. I have so many reasons to say yes to him. I could push him away. I could scream and yell. I could be afraid of him.

But the truth is, he doesn't scare me at all. He doesn't entice fear. My instincts scream to fall into him, to let him protect me just like he has done so far. I have too many questions. I should be appalled by his actions while I've been sleepwalking. Everything I've been confused about; Rhett has to be the answer for the time I'm missing.

His cock slips between my thighs, probing my entrance and I gasp, unable to look away from his intense gaze. Small stings begin to lick my ass. Nothing too painful.

Actually, not painful at all.

I moan, tilting my head back until I'm resting it on his shoulder. "What… What is that?" His arm is still caging me in, his hand still pinning my wrists against the glass.

"That's my cock. My tentacles love touching you. You've only seen them while you've been sleepwalking."

"You're what happened to me when I was asleep?"

"I am. You loved every second. You'd search for me and who am I to deny my mate?"

There are so many questions racing through my mind, so much to think about, but the desire fogs my train of thought. I inhale a sharp breath, a wave of heat and pain curling my stomach. "What is happening?"

"I don't know." He inhales, growling as he buries his face in the side of my neck. "But if I don't take you right now, I might fucking die."

Lightning strikes the lake, cracking so loudly my ears begin to ring. The vibrations from Rhett's chest have my body responding. Warm liquid drips down my thighs. I glance down, confused at the wetness forming.

"We will talk later." I lick my dry lips. My vision sways as sweat beads across my forehead. "I can't… focus." I push my ass against him, the head of his cock slipping inside me. "Oh, fuck, Rhett," his name is a loud groan.

"You're burning up for me, Mate." His free hand clutches my hip, his fingers lying down one by one. His claws pinch my skin. "I'm going to fucking claim you all over again. I'm going to breed that pretty cunt."

I slip down his cock further. He stops me by applying pressure to my hip.

"You can't. I'm on birth control. Just fuck me already," I seethe through tight teeth.

A dark, sardonic chuckle shakes his body. He lifts my arm, eyeing where my implant is.

"You mean the small stick that kept your body free of me? I took that out." His tail wraps tighter around my throat and his fangs flash in the window. "Nothing will keep me from you. Nothing will stop me from knotting you, binding you to me, tying you to me in ways only we can understand. Your womb, your pleasure, your body—" he slides his hand up to the middle of my chest and presses it flat. "And your heart are mine."

He doesn't fight me as I spin around. Rhett presses me against the glass, wraps my arms around his neck, and lifts my legs around his hips. I still feel as though I'm in a dream. Like I'll wake up any second and he won't be real— a nightmare I don't want to face.

I press my hand against his, holding it in the middle of my chest, tilting my head in wonderment. "It was you," I whisper, cupping his face. "You were the pressure on my chest when I felt panicked." Pressing my forehead against his, my lips hover above his. "It was you who calmed me. It was you."

"And it will always be me." He eases himself into me, inch by inch he takes my breath away. "It will always be me," Rhett repeats himself, moaning when he has reached the hilt.

His tentacles waste no time sliding through my lips, curling around my clit, and then stinging me. My entire body jerks.

"Fuck," I curse. I'm about to ask if this is normal when it happens again.

And again.

Every lash has my body trembling and I moan. "Oh God, Rhett." I dare to look down, my eyes widening when I see the glowing neon blue tentacles shocking me. Slowly, I take in his entire body, sliding my eyes up his stomach.

My hands drop from his neck, wanting to feel his scales. My fingers trace the ridges of his abs, quaking with every inch I explore. The scales are smooth, and his skin has a slight roughness to it from the stone.

"You're my gargoyle, aren't you? The one in front of my house."

His trills become louder as I travel up his pecs. His blonde hair falls down his back, as he tilts his head. Rhett doesn't mean to, but he exposes the thick muscles of his neck.

"I'm so much more," he answers just as I kiss the middle of his throat.

Tasting his flesh on my tongue ignites desperation in me. I kiss up his neck, licking and nipping the skin before finding my way to his mouth.

His lips match the stone color of his skin just slightly darker than the rest of him. They are perfect, not too thin, not too thick, and I trace them with my fingers, in complete awe of the beast in front of me.

"I know you are," I whisper, tiptoeing my fingers up his cheek.

The wind outside howls. The rain is hammering against the glass, beating against it angrily as if it wants inside. Sweat drips down the middle of Rhett's chest. His body turns hot to the touch and his brow ridges furrow together.

He steals my lips with his, kissing me for the first time while I'm awake. The vibrations get so loud, I can't hear the rain outside bulleting the windows. Rhett snarls down my throat, his fangs nipping my bottom lip. He pulls his cock out until all that's left is the thick head.

And he slams back in, causing a groan to pour from me into the quiet room.

"You're so wet for me, Mickey. Your cunt is so tight, hugging my cock, taking it like a good fucking girl." He pins my wrists above my head again, curling his hips to find a way deeper.

My back slides against the glass. The cool temperature of the rain against the glass eases the heat on my back, but it does nothing to ease the flaming desire aching in my bones.

"Fucking soaking me, Mate. You love this monster cock, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes." The words loud after the pause. "So thick, Rhett. Oh God, you're going to ruin me."

His claws sink into my thighs as he drives his girth in and out of me, stretching me to the brink of pain. My head swims with pleasure. The heat between us grows until I'm slipping against the now-fogged window.

"I can't believe this. I can't believe you weren't just in my head."

His massive hand wraps gently around my throat, his thumb claw pressing into my lower lip.

"Make no mistake, Mate," he growls, thrusting harder. "I was in your head. I was in your body. I possessed every inch of you, and I have no fucking regrets. I'll do it again." He thrusts again. "And again." Thrust. "And again."

"Rhett! Oh, God, I'm going to come. I'm going— I'm going—" My mouth parts to breathe and moan at the same time.

"Come for me just like you did when you were asleep, Mickey. You couldn't get enough of my cock. If you only knew the things I did to you. You wouldn't be here right now, spreading your legs like my good little slut."

He slaps his hand against the glass, his nails screeching down the surface as he uses the leverage to fuck me. He growls constantly, his beasts at the surface, and his entire body continues to glitch.

I tilt my head back, my hair sticking to the condensation of the window. Rhett takes that as an invitation. He strikes, a rumble from his chest shaking my bones. He grunts, pounding his cock into me while stealing drags of my blood.

I don't know how. I don't know why.

I don't care.

He feels too damn good.

"Rhett!" I scratch my nails down his shoulders, my orgasm squirting from me, drenching us where we are connected. "Yes, more. Take more. Oh, Rhett!" Another orgasm has me squeezing his cock, my body craving his come. "I can't take it. I can't," I shake my head, knowing I have no choice because those orgasms did nothing to ease the ache.

It's only worse.

He holds me against the glass by my throat, growling into my neck as he feeds. When he releases, blood drips down the corner of his mouth, and I wipe it away with my thumb, sucking it into my mouth.

His nostrils flare at the sight. "Do you see why I'm so addicted to you now? You taste better than anything this world could offer me, and I'd choose you every time." Rhett bends down, flattening his tongue across my neck. "I have a paralytic I can use but you know what? It doesn't work on you. Could you imagine what I could do to your body if you were completely incapable of moving? Would you be afraid of me?"

I shut my eyes, enjoying the affection as he gathers every drop on his skilled tongue.

"No," I rasp, clenching around his cock.

He licks up my jaw, the trills louder than the thunder shaking the sky. "Why? You should be. I could hurt you like he did," he sneers, hooking his hands around my shoulders.

"Because you would have already."

His wine-colored eyes meet mine. He flips me around, bends me over by placing his palm in the middle of my back, and drives himself into me again. My hands catch on the glass, sliding through the moisture.

My head is yanked back by my hair. He shoves his fingers into my mouth, making me gag.

"I'd never hurt you. Not even if you asked me to." He hammers himself in me, his cock pushing deeper than Ty had ever been. "Hurting you is a crime and those who are guilty will be punished, Mate." His heavy sack swings from between his legs with every fast powerful force of his hips. "I promise."

His vow is a heavenly whisper across the back of my neck, somehow etching its way into my skin and becoming more important than any mark on my body.

The window cracks, the glass splintering under my hand. We have no time to move before the solarium shatters. My body falls forward, rain drenching the top half of my body.

Rhett doesn't hesitate. He wraps his arms around me, his cock still begging my womb to open for him. His wings save us from falling and he flies us through the air, the rain soaking us.

He lands right by the lake, lays me on my back, and he pummels my pussy. I can't hear his vibrations anymore. In the thunderstorm, they mesh with the wind, rain, and lightning.

"You fucking belong to me, Mickey." His arms wrap around my legs, and he slides me to him, the back of my thighs meeting the front of his. "Feel this? It's all for you. Look what you do to me, Mickey. Fuck, I'm so goddamn hard, it hurts. I can't wait to fill you with every drop of my come. I won't stop until you're pregnant. You're mine. Nothing, no one will ever get in the way of that, if they do, I'll kill them."

My fingers dig into the mud, clutching the grass as the pleasure becomes my new enemy. It's too much. How can he make my body feel so good? I can't handle anymore, but I don't want it to stop.

The rain does nothing to cool the fire beneath my skin. Him fucking me isn't enough. I need more from him.

His wings curl over us, protecting me from the heavy beating of rain. With every hard thrust, we slide across the grass. He growls in discontent, plants a foot in the mud, and tilts his head back, a roar louder than a lion cursing the sky.

"I can't get deep enough. I want more." The impact of his cock has me clawing at the ground.

I arch my back, the appetite for his cock growing stronger with every damn groan he allows to slip between his fangs.

"I want to be closer. I want to lick your fucking bones," he snarls, perching the tip of his wings by either side of my head.

I risk looking down. My stomach bulges with every driving force he gives, my body adapting to his size. His claws scrape over my nipples, and I whimper, wanting him to grow somehow.

He wants to be deeper. I want him to stretch me more, and I don't know how that's possible. He is already on the verge of splitting me open.

"I want to see you use me."

He flips us fast. His wings tuck under my knees so they don't sink into the ground.

"Fuck, yes, that's the view I want. Look at you." His palms gently grab my breasts.

I press my hands against his chest and rock my hips. I don't go slow. I hate slow. I can't orgasm that way. I want to be fucked hard. Slow and steady does not win the race for me.

His sharp teeth bite into his bottom lip, his head lifted from the ground to watch me take his cock.

"That's it, Beloved. Ride me like you hate me. Fucking use me. You can anytime you want. This cock is all yours. No one else's. I belong to you. I am yours. You fucking own me, Mickey. Fuck. That's it. So fucking pretty sitting on your throne, proving who is in charge."

Those damn tentacles shock me, pulsing my clit with stings every second. I'm about to convulse.

"Need more. Faster," I whimper.

"How fast, Beloved?" His red eyes are eerie in the darkness.

"Fast."

The rain drips against his exposed fangs. He grips my hips, the tips of his talons breaking the skin, and he helps rock me.

Only his face, his body, the trees, the lake, everything is a blur. He's moving me at an unreal rate, a speed that can't exist, but oh God, it works.

I scream, slapping my hands on his chest. I dig my nails into his flesh and draw blood as I come. Stars invade my eyes, the world slows, and fireworks set off in my body as the most intense orgasm of my life has me in spasms.

Partnered with his tentacles on my clit, the orgasm rolls into another, and another.

I can't take anymore.

"I might… I might pass out." I sway on top of him, struggling to remain upright.

"Go ahead." He blurs us again until we are on our sides. "I'll knot you anyway. Unconscious or not, this cunt is mine. I'll fill this pussy until you leak with my come." He nips my shoulder. "Mmm," Rhett's rumble vibrates against my back. "I love the sound of that."

The idea doesn't bother me at all.

I couldn't sleep, not like this, not when I'm wide awake and know how good he feels.

"Fuck, Mickey. You're going to make me come." His forehead presses against the back of my neck, his breath hot puffs against my wet skin, and he wraps his arms around me to hold me close.

Pressure begins to build. "What— What is that?" I moan, my vision blurring yet again as another orgasm— yet again— threatens to kill me.

"My cock is turning to stone, thickening, and my knot is filling."

"You have a stone cock? And knot?"

"Yes," He grumbles with desire. "Fuck. Oh— goddamn it—" The knot applies pressure to my hole, popping in and out as it expands. Eventually, when it's almost too large, he shoves forward, the knot locking inside me as it continues to grow.

Another primal roar from my savage beast ignites the night, his come filling me just as he promised. I can feel every hot stream jetting against my sore, soaked walls.

Then, I get shocked from the inside out.

I clench around him and groan. "Oh God, you're shocking me."

"It's my come. It locks onto your g-spot and shocks it until you give me what I want. You'll come for me again and your muscles will spasm, dragging my come deeper to claim your womb."

I wrap one arm around his neck, panting loudly, an erotic whimper pathetically leaving me as I'm shocked repeatedly. Between his come, knot, and tentacles, there's no hope.

At the top of my lungs, I scream at the same time lightning cracks.

And I lose all consciousness from pure orgasmic bliss.