Chapter 31

Kayla

I’d never seen Adryan like this, so still, so silent… so terrifyingly focused on me.

It had been only half an hour since we emerged from the underground compound the Assembly had been using for God knows how long. He’d only given me a few moments to catch my breath.

The smoke in the tunnels had started to become so thick it made breathing impossible. And when I stumbled, trying to rise so we could get the hell out of there, he’d lifted me easily and tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

And God, he was fast. Everything around me had been a blur of shadows and bits of light as he raced to wherever the hell he was taking me. He’d held me so securely, and every once in a while, I heard him whisper something deeply.

But being bounced around, still short of breath, and the riotous feeling of shock ready to take control of me, I hadn’t been able to focus on anything else out but trying not to throw up.

Even when I’d been set back on the ground, Adryan kept his arm wrapped around me and kept me close. I noticed other men—so not human, by their sizes and glowing eyes—standing on the airstrip, blood and soot covering all of them.

There’d been two airplanes waiting, and Adryan ushered me into the closest one to us. He’d barked out for the others to take the second plane. I picked up a few bits and pieces of them speaking here and there, ones about getting everyone up to speed, contacting a man named Banner, checking on a man named Lennox, and Adryan growling into a cell phone that he had more pressing things to worry about right now—as he stared at me—and would catch everyone up after his priorities were handled.

And now here we were, me sitting in a lush leather seat across from Adryan. He hadn’t said anything after getting off the phone, just watched me, making me feel like he was very much a predator.

We’d only been airborne for about ten minutes, and because I’d never felt this type of wild, unsteady energy from him, I was doing everything in my power to not look at him.

I wasn’t afraid of Adryan, had never been if I was being totally honest. But I definitely felt off-kilter right now, as if I wasn’t sure if he’d snap and destroy the interior of the plane in the next moment.

I shifted on my seat; although I wasn’t looking at him, I could feel him watching me. I felt shaken to my core. My life had been precariously hanging by a thread, and it all happened in a matter of hours. I thought I’d die, that Adryan would watch, and there was nothing either one of us could do about it.

I kept my focus out the thickly tinted window beside my seat and whispered, “You’re angry.” I felt so stupid for saying that, for pointing out the obvious.

I didn’t have to see the blood covering his skin and clothes, didn’t have to stare at the blank expression on his face or the hard set in his eyes to come to that conclusion. There was just this very powerful energy that was swirling around him, the kind that would set anyone on edge.

The kind that had the hair on my arms rising up and my pulse beating a bit quicker.

When he said nothing, I glanced at him, and of course he was still solely focused on me. The muscles in his body were taut, his hands curled around the armrests of his seat, the muscles in his forearms and biceps contracting as he tightened his hold on the leather.

As if he’s trying not to pounce on me.

I lowered my gaze to stare at his big hands, his nails now claws as they sank into the seat, shredding it. And still he said nothing, didn’t answer me, just watched me with that dangerous, predatory look in his slightly red eyes.

“You’re scaring me, Adryan.”

He blinked slowly and let go of the armrests to reach down and undo the buckle of his belt, his focus never wavering. Despite all my worry on how he was acting, I felt that hard, pussy-throbbing arousal move through me.

I started breathing harder for a far different reason, my unease being pushed to the back until all I saw was him.

Right in front of me. Needing him to ease all the strain and pain and confusion that surrounded me.

“Come here.” Those two words were rough and hard, leaving no room for hesitation or denial. No disobedience.

I looked toward the front of the plane, where the pilot, the only other passenger, was seated behind his control panel. But now there was a curtain separating us, and although it was nothing but a piece of material—not a real barrier in the least—at that moment, it felt like it was an impenetrable wall.

“I said,” he emphasized that last word as he pulled his zipper down, reached inside, and pulled out his massive erection, “come here, princess.”

“Adryan.” His name was nothing but a harsh whisper from me. I didn’t know what was going on, why I was suddenly feeling so on edge, as if my mind and my thoughts couldn’t be controlled, the same as my body.

Because all I want is him.

“Kitty, right now I have very little control.” He stroked himself. “You need to be the good girl I know you are and come here.” He kept jacking himself from root to tip, and my mouth dried at the sight.

He was big all around, every part of his body perfectly proportioned. I watched his palm go to the base of his shaft before squeezing and pulling up, drawing a clear bead of pre-cum to the tip.

I found myself rising and doing exactly what he’d said, moving toward him until I stood right in front of him, my legs almost touching his splayed thighs.

He just stared at my face for long seconds, his gaze roaming over every feature as if memorizing me.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he finally said, and it was strange hearing him say something that could be construed as almost sweet. But I knew better. It was a possessive declaration, because he and I both knew there was no me without him, no him without me.

And that’s what I wanted. That’s what felt right.

“Now that I’ve found you… losing you means I’d cease to exist.”

I opened my mouth, but when he shook his head slowly, his brows lowering, I closed my mouth. I didn’t know what to say anyway.

“I need you, Kayla.”

Could he hear how fast my heart was racing?

“Yes, I can,” he said, reading my thoughts written across my face. “It’ll be rough, kitty.” I licked my lips and nodded. “And I won’t be gentle.”

Good.My heart hiccupped behind my ribs.

“My mouth is watering for you, princess.”

Although his expression and his body language at the moment seemed relaxed, almost easygoing, the longer I stared at him, the more I could see his chest pumping up and down as his breathing picked up.

“I need to feel you all around me, deep inside you so I know this is real and you’re here with me and that no one on this fucking planet will ever touch you again.”

I licked my lips because I wanted that too. After what had happened, after all the shit that happened, I wanted to feel something else.

I want to feel him.

I expected him to tell me to get undressed, but he stayed silent as he reached out, dragging a claw-tipped finger down the side of the sheet I still wore, tearing the material like it was tissue paper. And despite the destruction of the material, he didn’t hurt me, didn’t break my skin.

So gentle yet so brutal.

When the material fluttered to the ground, I didn’t break focus as I stared into his eyes. He leaned back and took on a cocky, relaxed position, still jerking himself off slowly, gaze locked on me.

“Come here and put me inside you.”

I swallowed the thick lump in my throat but didn’t move. I’d never been more thankful they hadn’t given me clothes in that hellhole than I was right now. Easy access.

“You don’t want me to ask you again, princess.”

“I thought you said it would be rough, that you wouldn’t be gentle with me.” Oh God, why was I saying this, reminding him of anything? But the smirk he gave me said he liked where my mind went.

He crooked a finger in my direction.

I took a step closer until my shins brushed his bloodstained slacks.

“That’s my girl,” he purred.

I lifted one leg and placed my knee on the seat beside his waist and curled a hand around the smooth leather beside his shoulder. My breasts shook, my nipples already peaked from my arousal but getting harder from the chilled air brushing over them.

“You know what you’re doing?” His voice was so dark. God, so deep that I felt it all the way into my core, spearing me like he was already buried inside. “You’re getting my cock all drenched, baby. Fuck.” He leaned in close. “All that honey is covering the tip of my cock and sliding down my length.”

I nodded and moaned as I lowered myself, the crown of his cock brushing along my folds. I bit my lip so I didn’t embarrass myself with obscene sounds and tried to keep my eyes open.

“You want this?” He leaned in another inch and dragged his tongue along the length of my neck, the scruff covering his jaw and cheeks erotically abrading my skin. “You want my big, fat cock stuffing your little pussy full?”

“Ohhh.” I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. “You’re such a dirty bastard.”

He hummed. “You fucking love it.”

Yeah, I really did.

He dragged his fangs along the side of my throat, and I shivered. I tried to impale myself on him, but his hand on my waist stopped me. “I’m the one with the control, princess. You need to remember that shit.”

“Do it,” I begged shamelessly.

“Put me inside you, princess, and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be so sore tomorrow but still begging for more.”

I didn’t hesitate as I lifted my head, looked him in the eyes, and reached between our bodies to grip his girthy cock and place the thick crest of his shaft at my pussy hole. I loved that my fingers couldn’t touch as I wrapped my palm around him.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, and I slid down on him in one hard, fast motion. I moaned, and he barked out a rumbling sound against the side of my throat.

“Jesus Christ. Oh fuck, Kayla. That’s it. You’re doing so good taking all of me, just opening up and stretching nice and wide for my big dick.”

For a second all we did was stay in that position, him buried deep inside of me, neither one of us moving.

“I know it hurts, but you like it,” he growled. “And it’ll only hurt more once I really start fucking you. But you want that, don’t you?”

I moaned out my admission. “I need?—”

“I know what you need.” And he finished that thought by biting me viciously.

It hurt so good. So good.

He sank his fangs in deep, which had me coming without any friction, my inner walls clamping around him, fluttering against the hard penetration so tightly he grunted and squeezed my hip. I knew there would be bruises.

I welcomed them.

It was as if the animal had broken free from him by knowing I came, because it was only a second later that he grabbed the other side of my waist and started lifting me up before slamming me back down, over and over again, skin slapping against wet skin.

“Yeah,” he hummed. “So good and tight. So fucking tight you’re strangling my cock.” It was a hard, rough fucking, my breasts bouncing, the feeling of him almost coming out of my body a millisecond before he pulled me back down a special kind of erotic agony.

I curled both hands on the seat, braced my knees firmly on either side of him, and just held on as he used me. And Lord have mercy did he use me. Adryan pulled me down at the same time he thrust up, tunneling in and out, my pussy so wet I should have been humiliated at the sloppy sounds of him fucking me.

The snarls and growls leaving him turned me on even more. I pulled back so I could look at his face, his visage terrifying in the most attractive way. If I had any doubt in my mind this man wasn’t human, that was completely obliterated as I stared at his face.

Red glowing eyes. Lips slightly opened because his fangs were so big he couldn’t close his mouth fully. Bone structure seeming stark and severe and not entirely human.

My orgasm exploded inside me. I came just from the sight of him and dug my nails into the leather as I cried out, not caring if the pilot heard, in fact knowing he did.

Adryan cursed. “Gods, you feel so fucking good.”

Just as the pleasure started to taper off, he wrapped his arms around me, stood, and before I knew what was happening, his cock was out of me, and I was spun around and bent over the chair. He forcefully kicked my legs apart, pushed me forward so I lost my balance and was forced to kneel on the chair once more.

I felt his hands smooth over my ass, spreading the cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough the pain and pleasure morphed into one.

Maybe I should have felt self-conscious at how I was displayed right now, how I was obscenely spread, my pussy all up in his face and sopping wet, my arousal slipping down my inner thighs.

He smoothed his hands up and down my sides right before he dragged his nails down my sensitive skin. The burn and sting of pain from those slightly claw-tipped fingers scratching at me.

I knew he’d drawn blood, and that was confirmed when he leaned forward, covered his chest with my back, and proceeded to drag his tongue up and down the no doubt red, angry furrows he’d given me.

“God… you’re perfect.” And then he brought his palm down on one of my ass cheeks so hard my back arched, my bottom popped out, and heat and a fierce sting took root under my flesh.

“Ahhh,” I cried out, my bottom on fire. He didn’t give me a reprieve, just spanked me again, over and over again, alternating cheeks, my flesh jiggling, my skin all but numb at this point.

“Look at that,” he groaned. “I’m going to leave pretty bruises on this porcelain skin.” Slap! Smack! “I’m not going to let you wear clothes around me until they heal, all so I can stare at the marks I gave to you and get off on seeing them.” Slap!

Oh God, it hurt so good.

“And then I’m going to give them to you all over again because you and I both know it makes your tight cunt soaking wet.”

“Ohhh,” I moaned, unable to stop the sound from leaving me. I popped out my ass for him… for more.

He kept spanking me, the sound of his hand meeting my skin so loud it reverberated in my ears.

I was dripping for him, pussy soaked and swollen. I didn’t care about anything else but Adryan fucking me.

He huffed out a groan. “Does my girl like her ass spanked?”

“Mmm” was all I could say.

“You want me to stuff you full again?” He didn”t wait for my answer because it didn’t matter what I said. He’d give it to me no matter what. And God did he ever.

He slammed into me hard and fast, not waiting for me to get used to his size, just filling me up like I needed.

Pain with pleasure.

“If I didn’t knock you up the first time I fucked you, I’m sure as hell going to do that now.” He tangled a hand in my hair, jerking my head back hard enough I was forced to bow my back to ease the pressure. He turned my head to the side and leaned in, all the while his hips pistoning in and out of me, his cock slamming into my pussy.

And all I could do was stay still and take it all.

“Fuck!” he groaned harshly and went wild on me, pounding into me so hard I was rocking back and forth. The only things keeping me stable were his hand on my waist and his fingers in my hair.

I came so hard my vision went black for a second, but I was aware of him roaring out, felt his cock jerk in me, get even thicker, bigger. He slid his hand from my hair to wrap it around my throat. He kept my head to the side as he slammed his mouth down on mine, thrusting his tongue between my lips, fucking me in two places now.

He sliced my bottom lip with a fang, then lapped up the blood he spilled.

“Bite me,” he hissed. “Fucking bite me, princess.”

And I did, sank my blunt teeth into his lip until I felt the skin break.

“Lick it up,” he ordered harshly and kept pumping into me.

I panted, feeling another orgasm rise as I dragged my tongue along the wound, his flavor spicy with dark notes, a deep, rich wine that had me moaning against his mouth and climaxing for him.

“Oh… yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” And then he pushed into me once, pumped his cock into my pussy twice. On the third time, he slammed his dick so far into me I swore I felt him in my throat. He came.

And came and came and came some more, his orgasm so strong I felt the hot, hard, and heavy jets of his cum fill me up until there was too much to keep inside.

“You feel that? You feel how much of myself I’m giving you?”

“Ohhh” was all I could say.

“I’m not going to ever stop marking you, claiming you… making sure every fucking person on this goddamn planet knows who you belong to.” His hand was right back in my hair, jerking my head to the side so he could bite me once more… so he could mark me all over again.

It was long moments after we both got off that we stayed connected, his erection softening but never fully losing that potent male hardness.

He pulled out of me with a grunt, and I instantly felt his seed spill from me, making a mess I never wanted to clean up. Before I could sink against the chair, unable to hold myself up any longer, he had me turned around and wrapped up in his arms.

For a long while, I just rested my forehead against his shoulder, breathing through the post-orgasmic pleasure, my mind fuzzy, my body light and hazy in the best way. My throat ached from his bite, my lip was sore, and my pussy ached something fierce.

And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

He lifted his hands and cupped both sides of my face, tilting my head so I had to look at him. His focus was all-encompassing, the hardness that always clung to him wrapping me in this unbreakable shell. “I’ve always thought I was one thing.” He glanced away for a second before bringing his attention back to me. “A monster. The villain.”

I placed my hands on his shoulders.

“I knew I’d never be able to give my mate all that she needed in life…”

I opened my mouth to deny that, but a firm shake of his head stilled my words.

“I never saw myself as capable of giving someone that one emotion humans cling to, that all-important aspect of their life that ties them to another person.” He stayed silent after that, so silent I didn’t think he’d say anything else, and I didn’t know how to respond.

“Adryan,” I whispered, his name the only thing I could utter at that moment. I cleared my throat and shifted on his lap, the movement causing a low moan to spill from me as my slick pussy rubbed along his still semihard cock. A spark of pleasure burst between my thighs.

I felt him start to harden all over again, as if he hadn’t just fucked the hell out of me and used me like I was nothing but a vessel for his cum and pleasure, as if he needed to mark me from the inside out and would accomplish that in any way he saw fit.

“I want you exactly as you are,” I finally said. “I’m not asking for anything more than that.” I leaned in and kissed him, just a soft brush of my lips against his. “Adryan,” I whispered and cupped his scruff-covered cheeks.

“Yeah, baby?” I’d never heard his voice sound so satiated, so soft. I’d never seen Adryan with… his guard down or looking so content.

“I want you just as you are,” I said again.

“I’m a monster. You deserve better.”

I smiled. “Didn’t you know? In every movie, every book, I always hope the villain gets the girl.”

He laughed softly, just a little huff of noise and breath that still did funny things to my heart.

“Make love to me,” I whispered and kissed him again, long and slowly this time. Thoroughly. “Show me how much the villain can be the hero of his own story.”

“My Kayla,” he murmured and wrapped his arms tightly around me as if he thought he’d lose me.

“Never,” I answered his unspoken worry.

Adryan was a monster in his own right. He was dangerous, and he sure as hell wasn’t sane most of the time. I’m sure most people would say I was crazy, that being with him meant I was just as deranged as he was, that I was walking right to my own downfall.

But he was mine, I was his, and I was coming to the realization that everyone else’s opinions could go fuck themselves.