Chapter 18

Chapter18

Sol

I’m going too hard, but I can’t stop. Not after Ramanu’s taunting, after seeing them mark Briar with their own blood. I hadn’t realized bargainer demon tattoos functioned in such a way, and my lack of foresight bothers me just as much as everything else in the kitchen.

I need Briar to wear my mark.

It doesn’t matter that she already is in the form of the little teeth marks patterning her lower stomach from when I fucked her with my tongue. It’s not the same. I can’t bite her. Not when I’m like this. I’m barely holding on to control, barely able to ensure I don’t accidentally hurt her.

But there are other ways.

I push into her pussy. She gives one of those little mewling cries that make my entire body go tight. No matter what else is true, my little bride loves being fucked by me. I stop halfway inside her and grip her thighs. As much as I would love to penetrate her with both cocks, the reality is that it would do actual damage to her. So we’ll improvise.

I hold her gaze as I spit, my saliva hitting my top cock and her pussy. She flinches but then gives a delicious little wiggle when I thrust deeper. “Oh.”

Oh, indeed.

I press her thighs together, trapping my upper cock against her clit. The fit isn’t nearly as tight as her pussy, but it feels really fucking good. It feels even better when Briar cries out, “Oh god, Sol. Don’t stop.”

She might be almost timid other times, but when her pleasure is on the line, she’s remarkably vocal. I love that. I switch my grip on her thighs to one hand and brace the other on the bed next to her. “You take my cocks so sweetly, bride.” The words feel ripped from my chest. Watching her come apart around me is more intoxicating than any drink I’ve had. It soothes me knowing that she’s coming on my cock, that she’s begging me to fuck her deeper, harder, faster.

Mine.

Briar orgasms, clenching around my cock so hard that I don’t have a choice about following her over the edge. I pump into her harder than I intend to, chasing my end. I release her legs, shoving them wide, and press my hand down against my upper cock, pinning it between us as I fuck her. “You’re going to be a good girl and take my seed.”

“Yes!”

I hiss as I fill her up just like I promised. As I overfill her, my seed cascading out of her around my cock. My top cock jerks, coating her stomach and breasts as I spurt onto her skin. Marking her.

It calms me further, but there’s still an edge I can’t quite remove. I ease out of her and retract my claws. “More.”

“Sol…”

I swipe my finger through my seed and press it into her. “More,” I repeat. I finger fuck my cum back into her slowly, letting her whimpers and cries soothe me further. This. This is what I need. Who I need. “Take it all, bride.”

“I…” She gasps. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum again.”

I want to keep her like this always. Naked and spread for me, covered in me, her pussy overflowing with me even as she orgasms around my fingers again. Her entire body goes slack, her legs splaying out, boneless.

I almost keep going.

I want to.

In an attempt to regain control, I close my eyes, but it only makes the scent of our fucking stronger. Already my cocks are going hard again. Fuck. “I need to go.”

“No.”

I open my eyes as she fights her way into a sitting position and grabs my wrist. “Don’t you dare.”

I could break her hold easily, but she’s reaching for me. It takes everything I have not to topple her back onto the bed and spear her again. “If you don’t release me, you’re going to get fucked again.” I drag in a rough breath. “I’m not fully in control right now, Briar.”

“Because of Ramanu.”

I have her on her back in an instant. I stop short with my hand inches from her throat. “Do not say that demon’s name in my bed.” Fuck. What am I doing? I jerk my hand away from her vulnerable skin, but I can’t quite make myself retreat.

Briar meets my gaze boldly. There is no fear in her eyes, which doesn’t make any sense. I’m not in control right now. It’s never been like this with anyone else. I don’t know what I might do. I can’t guarantee anything. It scaresme, so how can it not scare her? The last thing I want is to make her think I’m like him.

She licks her lips. “They’re not in bed with me, Sol. You are.” She drags her hands down my chest and then back up again. She grabs my wrist and guides my hand to her throat. The only warning I get is a reckless look in her dark eyes before she snaps my leash. “But if you leave, maybe I’ll see if they’re still around.”

I black out for a second.

One moment I’m staring down in her with shock and rage. The next, I have her on her stomach, and I’m shoving my cock into her pussy. Too rough. Too fucking rough. But I can’t stop. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be too sore to even think about another cock.”

“Do it,” she taunts. “If you think you can.”

I slam into her again. It’s not enough. If she can still talk, then I’m not doing my job properly. I squeeze her ass cheeks, parting them and staring down at her tight little hole. She can’t take one of my cocks there, not when I’m barely in control and unable to prime her correctly… but there are other options. “You will be full up with me.”

I use my tail to grab the small bottle of oil from the dresser next to the bed. She’s so small, it won’t require much. Just enough to ease the way. She squirms when I dribble oil between her cheeks.

“What—oh fuck.”

I press the tip of my tail into her. She spasms around my cock, but I hold her steady. “Take it, bride.” Just a bit more, just enough to fill her up. I stare at the pretty sight of my tail in her ass and my cock in her pussy. “Yes. This.”

I reach down and grab her hand, guiding it between her thighs to where my second cock is. “Hold me tight to you.”

“I can’t…” She squirms, making my vision short out. “What are you doing to me?”

I could ask her the same thing if I had the words for it. I need to be deeper, to fill her more, to have that pretty pussy fluttering around my cock as she cums again. For me. I start moving, quickly finding a rhythm that has her making those delicious pleasure noises. I don’t need to fuck her with my tail, not when it’s adding to the fullness of my cock in her pussy. More, I don’t know what she can take and as much as part of me wants to fuck her until she passes out, there’s enough reason left to caution against it.

“You are mine, Briar Rose.” I rut her like a mindless beast, each word dragged from my chest in a voice I hardly recognize as my own. “My pussy that I will fuck as long as hard as I want. My tight little ass.” I lean down and hook her throat, bending her back so I can taste her tongue. “My mouth to play with as I see fit.”

She presses my cock harder to her clit, shivering and shaking around me. She can’t speak with my tongue in her mouth, but she doesn’t have to. I can feel the resistance in her. I don’t know if it’s play or not. I’m not certain I care. I shove deep enough to make her squeak. I have to break the kiss to keep speaking. “If you touch another, I’ll rip their throats out, and then I’ll fuck you in the pool of their blood. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she sobs.

This time, when she cums, I manage to hold out, to slow down enough to not follow her to the very end. I don’t let up, though. The tide of rage is receding, will be gone with the next orgasm, but part of me wants to cling to it a little longer. Right now, she’s not drawing lines in the sand between us. She’s limp and pliable and oh so wet with the combination of us.

My orgasm is coming on too intensely to deny. I pull out of her at the last moment and come across her ass in great spurts. Almost… I shove my second cock into her, and only then do I start fucking her ass with my tail, working my seed into her there as well.

My second orgasm bottoms out inside her and takes the last of my strength. I slump to the side and haul her with me to sprawl across my chest. We’re both sticky with bodily fluids, which I find strangely soothing.

Mine.

I don’t realize I’ve spoken aloud until she says, “Yes, you’ve made that abundantly clear.” I tense, expecting a well-deserved snarl or two. Now that the mating frenzy is easing, it’s clear I went too far. Again.

But Briar nuzzles my chest and wiggles until I wrap my arms around her. She lets out a soft sigh. “I’m going to need more of that balm.”

“I’m sorry.”

She lifts her head. She looks a mess. Her red hair is tangled, and there are tear tracks on her face. But the smile she gives me is sweet and a little sinful. “Don’t be sorry, Sol.” She reaches up and cups my jaw with her hand. “I just came so many times, I lost count. There is absolutely nothing to apologize for.”

It feels good to have her in my arms like this. Right. I had every intention of utilizing every resource available to bring her around, but this strange feeling in my chest is happening too quickly, too strongly. I’m free falling, which I want to enjoy, but I can’t quite relax enough to do so.

Most of my people lost the ability to fly centuries ago.

I can’t shake the suspicion that I’m setting myself for a brutal landing that will leave me bloody and broken when this is all over.