23. Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

Raevyn

I awoke to the sensation of fingers carding through my hair and I was snuggled into something solid and warm.

"If you keep doing that, Lilac, I'm not going be responsible for my actions."

My eyes flew open, and I realised I was apparently rubbing myself all over someone's crotch. Someone's very hard, very erect crotch.

I tilted my head back and found Rook staring down at me with a lazy smile. Heat flushed my face at how close he was.

"Hi," I squeaked. Cool, Raevyn. Cool.

"Hey," he whispered. "How you feeling?"

"Fine?"

He breathed a laugh. "You sure?"

"Mm-hm." My gaze dropped to his lips and that ridiculously cute smile. His smile widened and jeez, fuck, he had dimples.

His large hand cupped my jaw and I saw a hunger bloom in his green eyes, darkening them to a deep emerald that sparkled in the low light. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

I went to answer but he placed his finger against my lips, halting my words.

"Make sure you're convinced in your answer. Because if you say yes, and I really hope you say yes, I'm not going to stop. I'm going to absolutely devour you and there's a chance I might not be able to control myself. Yes, I can make you feel euphoric, but I might hurt you, Raevyn. There's something in me that reacts to you in a visceral way, and I can't—" He swallowed, stumbling over his words, "—I can't risk hurting you."

"But what if you don't hurt me?" To be honest I was having trouble getting past the whole making me feel ‘euphoric'. I wanted that. Wanted to feel that. I craved that.

"But what if I do?"

I smiled hesitantly at him. "I spent my life dreaming about ‘what ifs'. I don't want to spend my death thinking about them too."

"Raevyn…" he groaned, and my name sounded delicious in his mouth.

"But if it's any consolation," I said as I trailed my finger over the curve of his cheek, "I don't think you would hurt me. I think you'd stop yourself. I trust you."

And I did. I had to believe that whatever this connection between us was, it would protect me from his darker nature. The connection felt like it wanted to thrive, so I had to trust in it and Rook.

"You really want this?" he asked again, giving me a chance to back away, but I didn't need it. I knew what I wanted.

I nodded, a little shakily, with nerves fluttering in my stomach. Rook stared at my lips for such a long time, I'd thought he'd frozen.

"Rook—"

He darted forward, moving in the blink of an eye, and captured my mouth with his. I went headlong into the collision, and it was like a spark ignited between us. Desire burst to life in my veins and heat flooded my core. My magic amped up behind my solar plexus, admittedly it was a little unsettling, but I'd analyse it later, and I felt sparks dance across my skin as Rook kissed me deeper.

His tongue crossed my bottom lip and plunged into the wet heat of my mouth. Teeth clashed with mine as he rolled me onto my back and settled his weight between my thighs.

The second his cock settled against my core I fucking melted .

"Fucking hell, Raevyn," he purred, running his tongue up my jugular.

A shudder ran down my spine as I felt the wet rasp of his tongue against my skin.

"Too many clothes," he complained, then pulled back to help me whip my sleep tee off. A moan rumbled deep in his chest, and I felt it vibrate through me. I was aching between my thighs, desperate to be touched. I'd never felt this needy. Was it them? Because I was dead? What had changed in me that my desire and libido had gone into overdrive? Or perhaps it was the connection between us that heightened everything.

Rook's fingers traced the mound of my breast. "Beautiful." His fingers moved softly over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He didn't stop until he reached the lace edge of my underwear.

"I've never felt so off-centre," he said as he tantalisingly swept his finger back and forth under the band of my panties. "Never felt such a need to consume another being."

I shivered at his words, and I wanted to know what that felt like.

"I want to own you, Raevyn, body and fucking soul. You're mine. And I'll stop at nothing until I own you."

His words went directly to my core and, without even thinking, I raised my hips to meet him, grinding my pussy against his erection, trying to find some much needed friction.

"I know, baby," he purred. "Let me take care of that for you."

Rook snapped the band of my pants, ripping them clean off. Then he pressed his fingers to the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs wide open.

I felt exposed. Vulnerable.

He groaned deeply. "Prettiest little cunt I've ever seen."

His vulgar words had my core tightening in anticipation. He stroked a finger down my centre, catching my clit, and my entire body shuddered.

"I'm going to hurt you, Lilac, but in the best fucking way."

"Yes," I breathed. My body was coiled tighter than a spring, poised on the edge of something I couldn't even begin to imagine.

"Brace yourself," he said as he leant closer to my pussy. "This is going to hurt."

Then, in one long motion, he licked the length of my slit.

"Fuck," I moaned as I watched his tongue do it all over again. His lips surrounded my clit he and sucked it between his teeth. The sharp sting had my hips bucking and my core tightening further.

I felt his grin against my skin as he sank two fingers deep inside me. I heard how wet I was, the squelch of my pussy obscenely loud in the room.

His teeth nipped at my clit again and my body bucked beneath him. He forced another finger inside me, and a deep throaty moan escaped me. Any semblance of control I thought I had, vanished as he played my body to a tune of his own making. Screams, moans, gasps, all the sounds Rook pulled from me to create a symphony of chaos that was about to reach its epic finale.

The burn of his fingers as he stretched me wider singed the edges of my pleasure, kept me suspended somewhere between cumming and teetering on the edge of it. I was a desperate, needy mess and he fucking knew it. Revelled in it. Found his own pleasure in it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I know I'm so close to exploding. So close. All it would take was just one more lick. One more bite. One more anything .

He pulled away from me, removing his fingers, and sat back to look at me. "So fucking beautiful."

"Rook," I moaned. I tried to reach for him but he swatted my hands away.

"Can't have you cumming yet, Lilac. I want to be buried deep inside you so I can feel your pussy squeeze my dick."

"Yes." Anything. I'd agree to anything right now. I was so wound up, so close to losing my mind with needing him.

He huffed a laugh, and I heard the rustle of clothes. I looked up to see him shed his tee and sweats.

Fuuuuck.

Ridges of muscles littered his abs, deep valleys and grooves that ended in a belt even Adonis would be jealous of. His thick cock stood proud and leaking and I wanted to lick it.

I scrambled to my knees, catching by surprise, and pushed him backwards. He laughed as he fell and I lapped up the glorious sound. It made my heart clench and I wanted to hear it again, but later. Right now, I wanted to hear him gasp and moan and say my name on a prayer.

I didn't wait, too wound up for foreplay. I leant down and took his cock straight into the wet heat of my mouth, revelling in the bitter taste of his pre-cum. I licked at his slit and swirled my tongue around the tip. Rook tangled his fingers in my hair, and he yanked my head back.

A harsh sound escaped my lips as he pulled his dick free.

"Oh, Raevyn," he said, his voice a warm, sultry rasp. "I think you can do better than that. Show me how much you want it. Open wide, Lilac."

His words send lightning through me, but I did as I was told. I stretched my mouth as wide as I could and Rook, grabbing the base of his dick, pushed my head towards it. I gave up control, letting Rook fuck my face as he fed me his cock, over and over again.

My pussy gushed. I was so fucking wet. I'd never been used like this before, but Rook set a brutal rhythm, and he owned me.

I braced my hands on his thighs, feeling the power in his muscles as he moved.

"Fuck, your mouth feel so good, baby," Rook said in a harsh whisper.

I moaned around his cock, loving the way he held it deep in my throat. I gagged and I felt my muscles convulsing as he cut off my air supply. I knew, in the back of my mind, I didn't need to breathe anymore, but my body still clung to the concept. The world grew hazy. It was painful… thrilling… and so fucking exciting.

I was held hostage, unable to move, unable to breathe. I just had to take it. Take him. Just stay there, his pubic hair tickling my nose as he used me just how he wanted.

There was something freeing in it. Something liberating.

Tears streamed down my face and as I looked up at Rook.

"So pretty, baby. So fucking good." His voice was raw, and it dragged across my nerves before he pulled his cock from my mouth. I pulled back, dragging a deep breath into my lungs. They felt like they were on fire.

Rook rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip, wiping the saliva away. "You like being good for me?"

"Yeah," I said, still breathless.

He smiled lazily. "Bet you'd like being bad for me, too."

My brain stuttered for a second, but I wasn't given a chance to recover. Rook pulled me to him for a dirty kiss.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Lilac. Hands and knees. Now."

I obeyed instantly, getting into position on the bed. A stillness descended as I waited for what he was going to do next.

"Beautiful," he whispered as he trailed his fingers up the backs of my thighs.

I felt his knees settle either side of mine and his cock rested against my ass. I shivered in anticipation, feeling slightly vulnerable.

His hand gripped my hip and then I felt his cock nudge against my entrance.

"Oh, Gods," I muttered, the anticipation edging on torture.

"The Gods can't help you now," he said and then he slammed into me with one quick thrust.

My back arched and a cry left my lips as he sank himself deep inside me. Gods, he felt so good. So fucking thick and my thighs trembled with the sheer effort of holding me up as he thrust into me with the same brutal rhythm he'd used when fucking my face.

His hand wrapped in my hair and pulled my head backwards.

"That's it, baby. Scream for me." He moved faster, his hips slapping against my ass. "Gods, this fucking view."

I gasped as he increased the speed, and I lost all sense of time as the edges of my vision blurred. All I could feel was him and me, everything else faded into the background.

Rook pulled me up by my hair, the sharp sting sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. He plastered himself against my back and wrapped a hand around my throat.

"Are you close, baby?" he grunted by my ear.

I nodded, unable to get my mouth to form words.

"Want me to take you over the edge?" He smiled, and I noticed the fangs for the first time. He had two on each side of his mouth, more than a vampire, and they looked wicked sharp.

"Don't," I said, remembering my conversation with Korbin about the last time Rook drank blood.

"Scared?" he whispered. "Worried I'm going to go crazy?"

Yes, I was. I didn't know what would happen and I didn't know how to help him if something went wrong.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll only take a bit." His voice was deeper, darker. More like a rasp.

Fear sparked in my veins, and I tried to scramble out of his grip, but his hands held me tightly.

"Don't," I said again. "Rook, please."

He tilted my head, exposing the column of my neck, and I saw his eyes had turned from green to black. I had no doubt that his bite would be euphoric. I'd heard stories about vampire bites and how they made you feel during sex, but it wasn't his bite that scared me. It was what would happen to him if I couldn't bring him back from the madness he had suffered from last time.

The hand that was in my hair made its way to my clit and he rubbed it in time with his thrusts.

"That's it," he cooed. "So good for me, baby."

His fangs scraped along my skin and sank into my neck. I screamed at the flash of intense pain, but it quickly faded as I exploded into a million pieces as the most exquisite feeling pumped into my core.

I felt my vision fade and my body turn sluggish as Rook continued to succumb to his darkness. It was as if I were floating above the scene, watching and unable to do anything. I could feel what was happening, but I was unable to get myself to stop Rook.

I went limp in his arms, my energy finally depleting.

Raevyn…

The voice from my dreams filtered into my mind.

Fuck, Raevyn. Stay with me.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, my eyes feeling heavy.

Forgive me for this.

"For what?"

Power slammed into my chest, more than I'd ever thought possible to feel. It was intense. Painful. Exhilarating. Fucking terrifying.

It was like being hit by a lightning bolt. My entire body jerked, snapped taught and I felt a presence seep into my skin.

Stay with me.

It was him. He was here.

But how?

No time for questions.

I watched everything as if I were outside my own body. My limbs moved, but it wasn't me controlling them. It was him, whoever he was. He was doing this. He flung Rook to the other side of the room, and I felt my skin rip as Rook lost his grip on my neck. The sweet man looked feral as he stared at me, his green hair wild, eyes black as pitch, mouth covered in blood.

My blood.

My mind faded into the background as tiredness started to seep in. The damage done by Rook finally starting to sink into reality. And whatever was happening now, with this stranger, was zapping me of everything I had left. It was strange, feeling like I was falling asleep whilst my body was still moving, but that was the best way I could describe it.

My body launched over to Rook and the last thing I saw before finally succumbing to the call of unconsciousness, was my hand wrapped around Rook's throat and his face twisted in a snarl.

"No, please," I begged but I wasn't sure I even managed to say the words out loud. I just hoped the presence currently running around in my body, could hear my plea.

As you wish, my love.