Chapter 23

Adryan

Ijust stared at her, all long limbs and pale flesh, a stark contrast to the black sheets on my bed, her wet and swollen cunt on display.

My female was a virginal sacrifice I’d devour.

I started unbuttoning my shirt. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I undid the last button and shrugged the material off my shoulders. I noticed her gaze lower to my chest, specifically the small barbell I had pierced through one of my nipples. I didn’t miss how she hadn’t answered me.

I lifted a hand and fingered the piercing. “Wish I could say I regret getting this.” She snapped her focus back to my face. “But it would be a lie.” I went for my belt. “Now, answer my question. Do you want me to fuck you?”

Her tits were jiggling slightly from her almost panicked breathing. “Yes.”

“That answer isn’t gonna cut it, princess. I want to hear you say it.” Her cheeks turned redder. “Because it makes my cock throb, knowing how uncomfortable it makes you to be so vulgar.” I took a step closer to the bed. “And because I know it makes that gorgeous waxed pussy even slicker.”

She worried her bottom lip and moaned softly. “Adryan… I want you to fuck me.”

I hummed at how good it fucking felt to hear her say those dirty words, that I was all but forcing her.

“You can see how big my cock is. It’ll hurt. And you’re a virgin, so that pussy is tight as hell.” I toed off my loafers and pushed my pants down. “You’ll bleed.” My heart raced at that thought. I kicked the pants away. “And I can’t fucking wait to taste that.” She made another soft, sweet sound, and I knew my words were getting to her in the best possible way. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? So receptive to me, your body all primed and ready for me to own it.”

She gripped the sheets beneath her and tugged at them, the lean lines of her muscles coming into view.

“Do you want me to suck on that sweet pussy of yours after I’ve popped that cherry?” She was biting her lip so hard now the flesh was white underneath her teeth from the force. “Do you want me to swallow down all that virgin blood?” She made a strangled sound. Thank fuck my female liked me being a dirty bastard. Because I didn’t think I could stop or censor myself even if I tried.

“What’s wrong with me?” she murmured to herself. “God, yes, I want that.” Her voice was low and soft and filled with so much heat that I was on the bed a second later.

She was desperate and aching, and I’d be the only male to ever ease that for her.

I pulled her body flush with mine, one hand curled around her throat, not only because it got me off, but because I knew she liked it too, and slammed my mouth down on hers.

Kayla molded against me instantly, her hands sliding along my bare skin, her nails digging into my flesh hard enough I hoped she broke my skin and made me bleed.

I pulled back after a few seconds and stared at her mouth, then slid my hand that was curled around her neck up to her jaw. I used slight pressure to open her mouth wider, my lips parting in wonder at how gorgeous it was to see her so pliable.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” I huskily whispered and leaned in to lick at her opened mouth, dragging it over her lips before plunging inside. I lapped at every available inch of that wet, warm recess, her moans and soft pants fueling me on.

While I kept fucking her mouth nice and slow, I slipped my free hand down her body and thrust it between her thighs, feeling all that honey coating my fingers.

“Mmm, is this all for me?”

She gave me a little mewl and spread her legs wider, giving me better access to those slick lips and that tight little hole I was about to stretch with my giant cock.

“Yeah, it’s all for me, baby girl. All for me.”

“Yes,” she whispered and surprised the hell out of me by sucking my tongue into her mouth.

I teased her clit before skating away and moving down her cleft to press into that tight sweet spot I was fiending for. With my hand still on her jaw, I kept her mouth open and went back to memorizing every inch of her. And she didn’t fight me, didn’t try to stop me from taking control.

“I—I don’t understand all these feelings in me.”

I growled against her lips and pushed my finger into her pussy, her muscles clenching tight around the digit, her cunt so fucking tight I knew she’d strangle my cock once it was seated deep inside her.

After finger fucking her for a few more seconds, I pulled out from between her thighs, brought my hand up between us, and showed her how drenched she’d made me.

“It’s good your mouth is already open, Kayla.” I pushed the finger between her lips and made her taste herself, pushing it in and out, back and forth, fucking her mouth. “That way you can lick my fingers clean, isn’t that right?”

She nodded and did as I said. “Mmm.”

My cock jerked between us. “That’s right. You like the taste of your pussy, don’t you?” I pulled them out and sucked all the rest off, savoring her essence. “Best fucking flavor, right up there with how sweet your blood is.”

She had this stunned look on her face, but it was drowned out by the pure ecstasy. Kayla lifted her hand, but I didn’t let her touch me—not yet at least. I reached out quickly and curled my fingers around her arm, never taking my gaze from her as I brought her wrist to my mouth.

For just a second, I didn’t move or breathe, just held her tiny wrist to my mouth, her skin warm and soft and smelling like vanilla as it brushed against my lips. I darted my tongue out and tasted her before I would break her skin. I loved the honey flavor that exploded on my taste buds, fucking growled at the light hint of saltiness because she was starting to sweat.

And when I parted my lips, I let her watch as my fangs grew long and ready for her a second before I struck, piercing her tender, fragile flesh and sinking in deep. I held her gaze with mine the whole time, groaning as her flavor exploded on my tongue.

And while I nursed at her vein, I gripped her waist and pulled her on top of me, her body so tiny compared to mine, her skin pale against my olive tone.

With one of her hands braced on my pectoral, I felt her run a finger over the barbell through my left nipple. My balls were so fucking heavy, my shaft throbbing from that small touch.

I broke the suction I had on her skin, not dragging my tongue across the wound I’d made to seal it. Instead I brought her wrist to my chest, letting a few drops fall onto my pecs before I took her hand and smoothed it over the beads, smearing her blood across my heart.

She made the sweetest shocked sound, and I lifted my upper body and curled my fingers around her nape.“Give me that mouth. Give me those lips.”She whimpered and leaned closer, doing exactly what I said.I kissed her hard, brutally, making her taste her blood on my lips and tongue. My cock was throbbing between us, her wetness so pronounced my cock was already soaked and I hadn’t even been inside her yet.

I broke away and stared up at her mouth, a faint pink tinge smeared along the side of her lips on that perfectly smooth skin. I wanted her to drink from me, to take a part of me into her like I would do with her for the rest of my existence.

Her focus went back down to my chest, where her blood was smeared in an erotic, grisly image. I licked at her wrist, sealing the wound.

“Does that turn you on, kitty? Do you like seeing all this red on me? Do you like seeing your mark on me?”

Her flush became deeper, and I groaned, hearing her heart start to beat faster, seeing her nipples tighten further… feeling her arousal drip onto my cock and cover my upper thighs because she was so drenched.

The groan spilled from me before I could tame it, but it wasn’t like I would have tried to stop it anyway.

“I’m not yours. I’m not anyone’s,” she whispered.

I could have chuckled after she said that.

“Does it make you feel stronger to lie, baby girl?” I gripped her hips and pressed her down on my erection, her soft, breathy moan spilling out right away.

She placed both hands on my chest, and I could see that fight and fire wage war in her eyes as she stared down at me, every part of her needing to go against this, because it was all hard to take in, yet the stronger side wanted to give in.

But I knew she’d give in. She already had. She’d go all the way with me… as deep and far as I fucking wanted.

“My life is so out of control right now.” Those whispered words hung in the air between us but couldn’t mask the arousal still at the forefront. “I have to have some kind of control over my situation, even if that’s only superficial.” She dug her nails into my flesh to prove her point, and I hissed in pleasure.

“Then take control,” I taunted, challenged her.

It took her a second of just watching me, and it was clear she was building up her courage. It didn’t matter that she was a virgin and had never done this before. It didn’t matter if I was too. I knew this was an intimidating situation, but my female was one fierce creature. I was lucky to be matched with her, to have her by my side forever. I would never take it for granted.

And when she rose up on her knees, was about to reach down and take hold of my cock, quick as fuck, I reached out and speared my hands between her legs. She froze, her breath stilling as she looked down at where I was at.

I wasn’t gentle or teasing, didn’t ease her into anything. I took my thumbs and hooked them on either side of her pussy, pulling her lips apart, exposing all that pink, swollen, and wet flesh. Her hole was tiny and would be so tight, squeezing my cock until it bordered on pain.

I let my finger trail down her inner thigh to where the dual teeth marks were, a red and purple blush around them, my blood rushing even faster at how much I liked seeing it on her. I wanted my mark on each of her pulse points, on each of those special, vulnerable places of her body, where I would drink from her whenever I was thirsty.

Placing my hands flat on her inner legs, I slowly lifted my gaze back up to her face. She was already watching me, her pupils blown, her hazy, aroused expression so goddamn beautiful. “Go on,” I said huskily, my voice not sounding human right now, the very animal side of me already at the forefront. It was damn near a miracle I was even with it enough to speak coherently. “Grab my big, thick cock and shove it in that unused pussy.”

“You’re such a nasty bastard,” she whispered but rose up another inch and reached down to curl her fingers around my shaft. I hissed at how good it felt to have her small hand around the very male part of me.

“God,” she breathed as she stared wide-eyed down at what she held. “You’re so big my fingers don’t even touch.”

My heart was racing, the need to just shove myself deep in her cunt, stop with the teasing and talking bullshit and get right down to all the dirty fucking, rode me hard. “I am and you love it. Admit it like a good girl.”

She seemed frozen as she let those words seep in deep. “Yes.” I chuckled as she said that lone word all pissed-off-like. And when she didn’t move, didn’t fuck that pussy on my dick, I knew she was showing me she had a hell of a lot of power right now.

“Kayla,” I groaned. “You’re killing me here, princess.”

She licked her lips, then placed the bulbous crown at her hot, tiny hole. It took every ounce of control I possessed not to shove up at the same time I pulled her down on me. But I wanted her to do this. I got off on the idea of her trying to stuff my cock in her pussy.

I wanted to see that flash of pain on her face, because I knew it would morph into her ecstasy.

She started to slowly sink down, her eyes so damn wide, her mouth parted in an O of shock. She kept stopping and starting, clearly having trouble taking all of me. When half of my cock was stuffed into her, I gripped her hip tightly, giving her a reassuring squeeze. And when she pushed down another inch, I thrust up brutally, burying myself all the way inside.

She let her head fall back, the long curtain of her hair a golden-brown fan behind her that lightly brushed the tops of my thighs. Her throat was bared, her pulse rapidly beating at the side of her neck.

Beautiful.

“Adryan. I”ve never felt such fullness. The stretch…” She shook her head slightly as if to clear it, her eyes closed, that discomfort still written across her face. She opened her eyes and looked back down at me. “The pain and burn.” She moaned that last word and rose up slightly before sliding back down. “Yes. God, yes.”

For long minutes she did this, slow and steady half pumps on me, trying to find a rhythm that worked for her. Her inexperience was evident with her jerky movements, but fuck was it hot. Knowing I was the only one to ever know how she felt inside, to fully understand how hot and wet, how motherfucking tight she was, and how no one else would ever feel this but me… was an aphrodisiac of the most addictive, depraved kind.

“Fuck yourself on me. No more playing.” My words were a growl, one that was harsh and cold.

And that’s exactly what she started doing, finding a perfect pace that was building the pleasure so damn high neither one of us would come back down.

Her breasts shook back and forth as she bounced on me, the slick, sloppy sounds of her cunt working at my dick, working for that cum, filling my head. My nails were claws, and I dug them into her waist, hearing her gasp in pain as it broke her skin.

“That’s it.” My body was so strained as I tried to hold out on getting off. “Work that little pussy on my cock.” I rumbled a pleased noise. “I’m big. It’ll hurt. But I know you’ll take all of me like a good girl.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth as she rose up and pushed back down another inch, using her honey to slicken me up so it was easy for her to slide down farther.

It was pure fucking torture of the best kind.

“It hurts,” she whispered.

“You fucking like it. Take more. Don’t stop.”

She moaned, a combination of her struggle to take all of me and her rising need to go harder, faster, to get that friction going.

I let her move up and down on me at her pace, allowing her to think she had control. And right now she did, but I was wearing thin, my need to control the situation moving higher and higher until I was choking on it.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl. Taking all of me and wanting more.” I loosened my hold on her enough that I could see the crescent-shaped wounds I left, beads of blood welling up. “You feel so good, princess. Take it. Take all of it. Make me come.”

And all she did was bounce on my cock faster. She braced her hands behind her on my thighs, digging her fingers into my flesh. Watching her move that slick cunt on me was a damn work of art.

“Give me that orgasm, baby. Soak my dick.” I reached between her legs to flick her clit with my thumb. And that’s all it took to have my female get off for me.

And gods, seeing her get off was a vision of the heavens opening up—hell, the devil coming up from hell to pat me on the back and say, Good job, bastard.

Just as she was coming down from her high, I grabbed her waist and lifted her off my cock. She cried out from the shock of the sudden movement. I held her easily above my straining erection and looked between her thighs, a trail of her virgin blood slowly dripping down her inner thighs.

A look between her legs showed my cock was glistening with the slickness of her orgasm and had a pink hue from her virginity. My dick jerked at the sight, more pre-cum beading at the tip before sliding down the front side of my length.

I jerked her forward so forcefully she had to brace her hands on the wrought-iron headboard, one knee braced on the pillow beside my head, the other one by my shoulder, her cunt on display right over my mouth. I dragged my tongue along the skin of her inner leg, lapping up that bead of virgin blood before moving the muscle up and licking at her pussy. I thrust my tongue inside her tiny hole, feeling her inner muscles clench around me, tasting more of that sweet, coppery essence.

I suctioned my mouth around her pussy and just sucked and sucked… and sucked so fucking much I was getting drunk from her flavor. I was growling and groaning, the sounds inhuman and harsh. But she let me do it all. She took it all.

I forced myself to break away and inhaled sharply at the same time I eased her back down my body so she was back in position. I grabbed my cock and held it up, notching the crown at her entrance once more. And then I pushed her down on me, making her take every single inch in one solid descent.

“Ride me,” I gritted out, and she did just that, getting right back into it. I tried to hold off on coming, my body tense, every muscle straining. But to hell with it. I was going to fill her up until the filthy sounds and scents of our fucking saturated this room.

I reached up and curled my big hands around her breasts, taking her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and twisting them hard enough her eyes flashed and then widened. “Come for me again. Give me what I want because you want to please me.”

I tweaked her nipples hard before pushing my upper body up, wrapping a hand around to cup her ass, and used the other one to curl around her throat so I could jerk her face toward mine and kiss her. My fang sliced my lower lip, and I made her drink from me, growling low when she knew what to do and sucked on my flesh, drawing the very essence out of me and taking it into her own body.

“That’s it. You’re fucking me so good, coming for me when I tell you to.” I reared my hand back, bringing my palm down hard against the fleshy mound of her ass cheek. She cried out and ground her cunt on my cock, causing me to growl, milking me as if she was starving for my cum.

And when she ground her pussy on me over and over again and cried out, getting off again, her ass resting on my balls as she swiveled her hips and took every single last inch of me, I let myself come so fucking hard I couldn’t see straight. I was lifting my hips, drilling my dick up and into her.

When she started to come down from her high, I wrapped an arm around her middle and had her flipped on her back instantly, my cock still buried deep inside her, still rock-hard. I could come several more times tonight and planned on doing just that. I wanted to fill her up until my seed was dripping out of her pussy, until the bed was soaked from our combined fluids because we’d been fucking all night.

I used my knees to keep her legs spread and stared down at her perfect pink cunt. My body was shaking, every single cell vibrating like a tuning fork, my muscles contracting and relaxing. I framed her pussy with my hands, spreading her lips wide before letting them snap gently back into place. Pulling out of the snug, hot fit of her body was pure torture.

I leaned forward an inch and, while holding her gaze with mine, let a trail of saliva slowly drip from my mouth right between her thighs, forcing her to see what a dirty bastard I was.

She gasped, and I felt her try to close her legs, but it took little effort to keep them open, forcing her to not only watch me sexually humiliate her—which I had no doubt I was doing just that—but also for her to accept that this was who and what I was.

I could see how flushed her skin was, knew she was getting off on this, even if she was ashamed about it.

And then as I stared into her eyes, I brought my palm up, hovering a couple inches right above her pussy, and slapped that tender flesh. She arched, her head thrown back, but her gaze still locked on me. A keening cry left her, one that told me how sensitive she was but still how good it felt for her.

I didn’t have to be a dirty bastard like this, but I couldn’t deny that being filthy and seeing how much she got turned on by it in turn drove me crazy.

“You like that, don”t you? Yeah, of course you fucking do.” I reached up and curled a hand around both of her wrists, trying to be mindful of how much stronger I was, how I could easily snap her bones like twigs.

She hadn’t responded, and I added pressure to her wrists. That was all the encouragement she needed to moan, “Yes.”

I looked between her thighs, my cock a fucking steel rod jutting right toward her cunt, right to where it needed to be buried. I only allowed myself to grip my length enough to line it up right at her sweet spot before I had my hand right back where it had been, keeping her nice and stretched out.

“You ready?” I didn’t wait for her answer—didn’t fucking need her to tell me whether she was or not—just thrust in hard and deep in one smooth push.

“Oh God,” she cried out, her eyes going so wide I saw white all around her irises.

The air left me so violently I shook from the force. “That hurt, baby?”

She nodded.

“That feel so good?”

Kayla moaned and nodded again.

And then I fucking pounded into her. She had no option, no choice but to accept what I gave, to accept all of me.

“There you go, kitty, just like that.” I stared at where I was buried, watching my wet cock tunnel in and out of her, feeling her muscles clench around me, quivering from her impending orgasm.

The sounds she made were ones of pleasure and pain. I was being rough, slamming in and out of her, the sounds of wet flesh slapping together forcefully filling my ears.

She was so close again that I growled, baring my teeth and reaching between us to smack her clit. Over and over again, I let my now damp fingers flick at that hard little bead, her cries of pleasure but also too much sensitivity filling my ears.

“I want to be the only thing you see, think about, hear, and smell. I want to ruin you for everyone and everything but me.”

I was brutal as I fucked her, as I pounded into her with such intensity I was lost, just totally fucking adrift. I had to be hurting her, my thrusts savage, intense. But she was such a good girl as she took it all, begging, whimpering, needing what only I could give her.

“Because,” I snarled, my hips slamming against her, the slap-slap-slap of my pelvis connecting with hers, of my cock tunneling into her cunt, of wet flesh echoing in the room, fueling me on. “I’m already fucking there with you.”

She closed her eyes and moaned, “Yes. Yes. Yesss.”

“I’ll flay open anyone who hurts you.” I didn’t sound remotely human, the very feral—vampiric—part of me taking control. I was just a vessel to the beast’s need. I stared at her throat, at the slight redness I could still see from my handprint. “Jesus Christ, I want all of you, and want you to want all of me. Every damaged, broken, and dark place I have, just burrow in and live there, princess.” Sweat dripped from my hairline and landed on her shaking breasts.

Slap-slap-slap-slap.

Fuck that sound was hot. Goddamn it, she was perfection.

“Because I’m already deep inside of you, Kayla, and I’m never fucking leaving.”

“I—I—” she gasped, her words cut off as she thrashed her head.

I moved one hand down to grip her throat in a firm hold. “Look at me.” My tone was demanding, not to be denied.

She blinked her eyes open, this hazy, glossed-over expression telling me my girl needed to come one last time.

Sweat dripped from my hair and covered her in splashes of my passion. “You’re gonna give it to me, princess. You’re gonna milk my cock and work me for that cum.” I kept pumping into her, so hard and fast it was my hold on her wrists that kept her from moving up the bed. “You’re gonna give me that right fucking now.” I squeezed her throat, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned out her orgasm, her body seizing up underneath me, her pussy clamping down on my cock.

My body tightened as I followed her right over the edge, as I threw my head back and roared so loud the fucking rafters shook.

I came and came and came, my seed a continuous flow from me into her, jet after jet filling her up. Holy fucking shit, I couldn’t stop orgasming, couldn’t stop until my body felt like a husk.

When her pussy had sucked my balls dry, I exhaled a shaky breath, never before feeling this weak. But fuck if I would have changed a thing.

I let go of her throat and saw the necklace I’d left, a blush-colored handprint that would soon fade, but we’d both still have the remembrance of the darker needs that turned us on.

I smoothed a thumb over her lips. Her face was relaxed, slack from her orgasms, her mouth red and pouty from my kisses. I pulled her bottom lip down and let the flesh pop back into place before gripping her chin once more.

“Give me those lips,” I murmured and leaned in to take what I wanted. She whimpered but surrendered, her arms curling around my shoulders, her hands sliding up to tangle her fingers in my hair.

We kissed for long, drugging moments, my cock still hard, but I forced myself to break the kiss and pull back from her. I could have gone another round, probably two, but my female was tired and satiated, and I knew she needed rest.

I stared at where I had just been buried, watching as my cum started slipping out of her and trailing down the perfect crease of her ass. I reached out and gathered up all that seed before pushing it back into her with one finger, then adding another, forcing her to get filled up by me all over again.

“There’s nothing hotter than seeing my cum slipping out after I fucked you real good.”

“You’re such a filthy bastard,” she murmured sleepily, and I saw her plush lips form a little smile. “You’re lucky I’m kind of into that.”

Her voice was low, and I sensed her start to go deeper into sleep, and the knowledge that I was the cause of her being utterly exhausted had male pride filling me.

A scowl formed on my face, and I lifted a hand to rub the center of my chest. She was changing me deep inside. I felt it worm its way through me. My heart beat for a very different reason now.

For her.

I gave myself a few more seconds of that internal war, hating and loving that this slip of a female was able to bring me to heel. She was my weakness in every single way.

And as I lay down beside Kayla and she immediately curled her body against mine, I felt that pressure, that pain in the center of my chest increase tenfold.

I held her tightly to me, her head resting on my chest, her even, deep breaths gently moving out of her parted lips across my skin.

The fact that she slept so soundly against me, knowing I’d protect her, kept creating that weird and uncomfortable sensation in my chest. She had my cold heart beating for the first time, it seemed.

Bear had made his way into the room shortly after my female had fallen asleep in my arms and made himself comfortable on the floor at the end of the bed. It seemed the surly, stubborn canine had decided he’d be Kayla’s protector, as well. He’d taken to my sweet little mate instantly, but then again I wasn’t surprised. Kayla had this warmth and innocence that radiated from her.

It made even a coldhearted devil like myself soften.

I told her I didn’t have a heart to give her, no love, none of the affection that was tied to that very human term. And although I was forever devoted to her and only her, I’d never seen myself “falling for her.” It was the simple fact that I’d never seen that as part of what I was capable of, a gentler, human emotion.

But as my chest tightened and warmed, my arms keeping her close, knowing I would level cities, burn down the world for her, I wasn’t certain I couldn’t give her every part of me… like she deserved.

Those feelings, that realization terrified me almost as much as the thought of losing her.

And as the seconds turned into minutes, those turning into hours, I could have stayed like that for an eternity, and it wouldn’t have been long enough.

But when I felt a tightening on the back of my neck, instinct telling me the time had come, I knew I’d be taken from her of my own accord.

My cell phone vibrated, bouncing across my dresser, and I glanced over at it. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know who was on the other end and what they needed to tell me.

I knew the time to leave my mate had come.