15. Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Raevyn

I stared at the ceiling from my spot on the training mat. I was flat on my back. Again.

Nox's face appeared above me, a crooked grin on his face and mischief burning bright in his eyes.

"You're going to have to be quicker than that, pretty girl."

I rolled to my knees and jumped back on my feet. "Why is this so hard?"

"Because you're overthinking. You're trying to anticipate what I'm going to do next instead of using your instincts." He crouched into an attacking position again. "Stop trying to hit me and hit me."

"Isn't that a line from a movie?" I asked as I matched his position.

"Probably. But that's not the point. Stop trying so hard. Would it help if I brought out the fun stuff?"

"What?" What the hell did that even mean?

He pulled a sleek black blade from the waist band at the back of his leather pants and held it out towards me by the tip of the blade. "Why don't you try and stab me?"

"You're crazy!"

"Most definitely. But just thinking about you with a knife is giving me all sorts of ideas."

"Nope. Absolutely not." Did he really think he was going to make me attack him with a fucking knife? No way. Not happening.

"Fine. Guess I'll just have to piss you off then."

"What—"

He didn't give me a chance to finish my sentence before hurtling the knife in my direction. I reacted instantly, somehow catching the knife by the tip of the blade as it flew in my direction.

"See," Nox said smugly. "Instincts. The only thing stopping you, is you."

Well, I'll be damned. The maniac was right. "But I don't see how that's miraculously going to make me better at hand-to-hand combat. I was never allowed to train with the others."

"What do you mean ‘train'?" Nox asked, a puzzled expression crowding his features. "What kind of coven were you?"

"We were a coven devoted to death. To the Revenants. And we were expected to be comfortable with all aspects of death. Helping someone crossover whether by someone else's hand or by our own. I didn't have magic, though, so I wasn't invited into the practical lessons. Only theory." I remember the shame I felt every time my sisters went to study, and I was left behind. It wasn't surprising that they chose to sacrifice me, it wasn't like I held any other worth.

Nox stared at me in disbelief. "Your coven was training witches to be assassins? Sounds a little farfetched to me."

I guess to an outsider it would sound fantastical, but it was all I knew. Well, all my grandmother allowed me to know. It was only now that I was here, away from it all, that I was starting to see how kept apart from everything I really had been. Anger started to burn in my gut. I hated them. Hated them all.

"How could I have been so blind?"

Nox stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Pretty girl, you thought you were in a place where you were supposed to be cared for. It's okay to feel angry and hurt." He cupped my face, making me look deep into his wild, angelic eyes. "We will make them pay. I promise you."

I nodded, unable to push any words past the lump in my throat. I wanted them to suffer. Wanted them all to suffer as I had. I wanted to make them feel pain, loneliness, torment.

"I want them to burn."

Nox grinned wildly. "Oh, they will, pretty girl. They absolutely will. There's nothing I love more than slicing flesh from bones."

His eyes darkened with every word he spoke, and his grip tightened on my chin.

"Nox?"

He didn't respond, held by whatever was causing a dark rage to swirl in his eyes. I wrapped my hand around his forearm, feeling the tension vibrating under his skin, his muscles tight with restraint, power curled into every inch.

I brought my other hand to his cheek, trying to bring him back to me with a soft touch. "Can you hear me?"

I'd barely got my words out when his hand gripped my throat, and he lifted me into the air before slamming me onto my back. Pain exploded through my ribs as all the air left my lungs.

"Nox!" I screamed but it was no use. The grinning maniac I was starting to like was nowhere to be found. All I could feel was a dangerous, brutal power seeping from him, soaking up the light and smothering me in fear. This wasn't the man. This was the nightmare.

I tried to scramble away, kicking my feet and clawing at his grip but he was immovable. A solid weight that pinned me in place.

Where were my instincts now?!

Adrenaline roared through me, heightening my senses. Fuck. I needed to do something. But what?

Fuck it.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine.

They were harsh and firm. Unyielding.

But only for a moment.

Nox's eyes widened briefly before the darkness seeped away, leaving his angelic gaze staring back at me. There was a pause, a moment suspended in time, a single breath, as he watched me with those unyielding lips pressed against mine.

Then he kissed me.

No, not kissed.

He owned me. He forced my mouth wide and thrust his tongue deep without seeking permission. His kiss devastated me. It brandished a mark on my soul and from this moment I knew, without a doubt, that I belonged to him.

Fuck, was that a tongue piercing?

I squirmed and ground against him, seeking friction, and he pushed his hips down against my core, his erection pressing against my clit almost painfully. A gasp escaped my throat, and he swallowed it, like he demanded it from my very body.

Nox pulled his lips from mine, trailing them along my jaw, nipping and biting, pulling at my sensitive skin. I felt the sharp scratch of fangs. His hands under my sports bra, plucking at my nipple. I wanted his touch everywhere. I need it. Hungered for it.

"Nox," I groaned as he made his way down my body.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and then looked up at me, his eyes full of fire. "I'm going to spread your pussy wide and feast on it until you're screaming." He pulled my leggings off, throwing them over his shoulder, before turning his attention to my red lace thong. "Fucking hell, Raevyn."

He stared at my covered pussy like he was worshipping at an altar, and I was so fucking wet.

His large hands trailed up the side of my calves, up and over my knees until they rested on the inside of my thighs.

A low moan rumbled from deep in his chest as he spread my legs wider. His thumbs traced the apex of my thighs slowly. So achingly slowly. A wicked grin curling that beautiful mouth.

"Stop teasing me, Nox."

"Mmm. I love the sound of my name on your lips." He took one sharp black nail and sliced through one string of my thong. "You're wet for me, aren't you?"

So fucking wet.

He snapped the other string and pulled the material away, finally exposing my heated core to his gaze. He brought my thong to his nose and took a deep inhale.

Holy shit. That was so hot.

He tucked my underwear into his pocket, a wicked grin curling his mouth. "Ready to scream, pretty girl?"

Hell yes.

He pushed my legs wider and lowered himself down between my thighs. Then he licked me, from slit to clit, in one smooth stroke of his tongue.

My hips bucked, and I threw my head backwards into the training mat.

Nox repeated the process, leisurely exploring my pussy and swirling that tongue bar around my clit like he had all the time in the world.

"Fucking delicious," he groaned in that soul-rumbling voice. "You're absolutely dripping for me."

"Nox…" Heat ran through me, like fire searing my veins.

"Oh, I think you can scream louder than that. Let them all hear you shout my name."

Then he lowered himself to my cunt and licked and sucked me like I could quench his thirst after being parched in the desert.

Fuck me. I threaded my hands through his dark locks, pulling him closer, putting more pressure where I needed it the most. His groan vibrated against my clit and sent tremors racing through me. He pushed his tongue deeper, exploring every inch, catching that wonderful spot with that fucking tongue bar. I was so ready to explode, ready to surrender, ready to—

He pulled away, his grin feral.

"Wh-what?"

"Don't you remember?" he said, licking his lips.

"Remember?"

He slapped my clit sending jolts through my core. "Your punishment, pretty girl."

Fuck .

He wanted me to beg because I'd turned him down. Being honest with myself, right now, I'd do anything he'd ask of me.

"Nox, please," I whimpered.

"Tell me what you want." He pushed my legs wider, and the bite of pain made me hiss.

"Make me cum. Make me scream ."

Nox fixed me with a dark look. "Will you let me feed?"

"Yes. Anything. Whatever you need."

"Hmm, dangerous words." Then he dove back between my legs with more pressure than before. He sucked and nibbled my clit, the sharp edge of pain increasing my pleasure. Two fingers were thrust deep inside me, a come-hither motion pulling me apart from the inside.

"Nox!" I screamed, right as I shattered beneath his touch. "Yes. Fuck, yes."

He didn't stop, just kept licking, thrusting, swirling his tongue. Pushing me further, higher, until my body was taut, and drowning in bliss. My pussy gushed and my eyes roll backwards as images of galaxies dance behind my eyelids. My muscles jerked and my pussy clenched around his fingers as an electric zing zipped across my skin, drawing something from me.

I looked at Nox, his head buried between my legs and his eyes were impossibly bright with little sparks of lightning flashing in the blue irises. It was so hot watching him feed off my pleasure.

He gave me one final long lick from my opening to my clit, sending another shockwave of pleasure through me. "Absolutely fucking delicious. I don't think I'll ever want to feed on anyone else ever again."

He hummed in satisfaction, his chin dripping with my juices. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and then licked it clean as if he couldn't waste a single drop. Totally fucking hot.

Then he jumped to his feet and handed me my leggings. "Come on. I want to see what the others made of your screams."

A flush crept up my cheeks. Fucking wanker.