Chapter 15

Chapter

Fifteen

SAGE

" D id you think of me today, Sage?" Killian whispers in my ear, leaving me quivering. "About me licking your sweet little cunt? How perfectly my finger fits into your hole? Did you wonder what it'll be like when I fuck you?"

I shudder while fear and arousal steal my breath.

"Killian…"

He's in his monstrous blue form, towering over me, pushing himself to stand between my thighs. I part them for him easily, sitting on the edge of the table in the bakery.

I tell myself to drive him away, but he knows I won't… I see it in his smirk. I keep thinking about the inferno he awakened in me in the woods, the flicks of euphoria, and the lust coursing through my body might be the end of me, considering how desperately I now crave him.

"I asked a question," he commands, running that wicked tongue along my neck, feeling somehow longer in his monster form.

Clawed fingers trace up my inner thighs, and a moan slips past my lips.

"Yes, I thought of you, too." My response comes rushing out.

"I missed you today," he teases, his body overshadowing me as I grasp his strong arms. "It was unbearable, giving you time and staying away."

"I-I… needed time after that ritual."

His touch slides higher, and I'm breathing quicker, lost with the idea of him being my first. It both scares and excites me. Then those claws brush across the apex of my thighs, coaxing a guttural noise out of me, a sound I've never made before.

My body's on fire under his touch, and I'm completely consumed by him.

His mouth is on mine again, and the kiss is magic… I'm floating, taking his tongue into my mouth, but something about it feels strange. When he flicks mine, I understand he has a forked tongue.

Gasping, I pull back.

His gaze locks on mine as he drags that forked tongue slowly over his lips. His tongue is long and slightly curved where it splits in two. I shake all over, not out of fear but because I'm horrified by the undeniable attraction I feel.

I'm throbbing for him, yet my head screams to run away.

"Don't be afraid." His blue eyes change to a midnight sky. "This is just the beginning." His words are a dark promise. "The things I'm going to do to you…" He pauses, a visible shudder rolling over his powerful monster body. His hands slide up to my hips, and before I know it, I'm leaning in to meet him.

Our lips graze just as the sound of fabric ripping startles me. The leggings are being tugged down my hips. I gasp, pulling back slightly to see his claw rushing down on the side of the fabric, tearing it.

"Killian, what are you?—"

He's relentless, stripping away the remnants of my leggings so fast it leaves me shaken as he yanks them off. I'm left bare- assed on the tablecloth, blushing like crazy, the cool air hitting my bare skin.

"You can't just—" I start, but his lips crash against mine, silencing my protest.

His kiss is fierce, possessive, and against my better judgment, I melt into him. His hands, rough and commanding, roam over my body. Slipping under my shirt, he finds my breasts and squeezes them. His claws flick my skin every now and then, not enough to hurt, but with just the right pressure to leave me moaning. His touch slides down to my thighs once more, parting my closed legs. His fingers trace deeper and deeper until I feel the graze of his talon.

"Please don't hurt me," I murmur, holding on to him for dear life, my body humming for him.

"Oh, my pretty little girl, I would burn down this world three times over before I let any harm come to you." Kneeling in front of me, he stares at my offering, grinning wickedly.

My face is on fire at the way he studies me, the flick of that long, forked tongue darting out, taking a stroke of my drenched pussy.

I moan instantly, the sensitive touch an explosion of sensations.

"This is what you do to me," he growls against my spread thighs, his breath hot against my skin. "You make me lose control."

Groaning, my hips give an involuntary rock, the bakery table wobbling beneath me. Every inch of me pleads. I protest and regain some level of sanity, but my body betrays me, and I lift my bent legs, balancing my heels on the edge of the table, giving him all the access.

His growl of approval vibrates through me.

"So pretty, so pink." He takes more licks, that tongue feeling so different from the last time, stronger and thicker. When he pushes into me, I cry out. I feel it wriggling against me, and I know I shouldn't be allowing this…

"I should be running…" The words pour out more to myself than to him.

"But you're not," he replies seductively. "You're right here with me, where you belong, with your cunt on my face."

The raw hunger of his words does something to me, unraveling the last threads of control I'm holding on to. I give in, knowing it's too late. I'm already being swept into his fire.

He presses in closer… Gods, that wicked tongue goes back inside me so deep that I feel it while his talons are on my clit, pinching it.

I cry out, shaking all over, and the battle of right and wrong about what I'm doing rushes over me.

The deeper he tongue-fucks me, the more he teases my clit, leaving me gasping for air. All those fears and doubts are forgotten. There's only him and me.

I hold my breath, listening to the wet sounds he makes as he devours me, my own cries escalating. The pressure deep in my stomach is a storm, growing while I try hard to muffle my screams.

It's impossible to hold on, and the moment his talons pry open my lips, giving himself more access, an explosive orgasm crashes through me. The scream I've been pushing down comes rushing out of me savagely. I convulse, my pussy quivering in Killian's mouth.

There's no stopping his hunger, and he licks me relentlessly while I close my eyes, fisting the tablecloth, riding the most beautiful climax. I'm flying through the heavens, never wanting this sensation to end. As if Killian can tell, he's now moved that devious mouth to my clit, sucking on it.

I keep on bursting, sparks of electricity jolting through me, and when I finally collapse onto the table, breathless, I smile.

"That was insane," I murmur to myself. When Killian rises to his feet from between my legs, my fear climbs through me once more at how easily I gave in to him. That I let him do that to me in Kiri's bakery crashes over me with guilt.

He's standing before me in his monstrous form, and his pants barely contain the real monster bulging to escape. I shiver at the sight of his size, at the tip already sticking out from the band of the pants, blue and coated in slick.

Reality slams into me hard, and genuine fright rattles me down to my bones.

Am I ready for this?

My hands tremble.

I scramble off the table, the tablecloth slipping away as I slide down. Snatching it, I wrap it around my waist as I pull away from Killian, my heart banging loudly in my ears.

"No, we can't, not here," I whisper, glancing nervously at the kitchen door, using that excuse as my way out. My head starts to clear, and all those feelings I forgot come back like an avalanche.

His eyes darken with amusement and something more primal.

"Such a human response." He chuckles, a low, menacing sound. "In Blight, we embrace the union of two mates without shame."

I'm still gasping for air, trying to steady my speeding pulse.

"Well, I'm half-human, right? And that half isn't ready."

"The only reason I concede is that I know this is our first time." He stares at me darkly, that bulge in his pants not going down. "But after tonight"—he exhales, his voice a dangerous promise—"there'll be no pauses."

His words annoy me, and I want him to know that he's not in control of me. When he takes another step closer, I turn and bolt. Not my best move, but I know exactly where this will end, and as much as my body craves him, craves that huge beast pushing to escape his pants, I'm scared.

In the kitchen, I spot Kiri kneading dough, her head jolting up to me with surprise, no doubt at my abrupt entrance.

My face burns with embarrassment. "I'm sorry for…" I blurt out, then sprint out of the kitchen, rushing to the elevator.

Inside, I gasp, "Howler, take me to my room, now, fast."

"As you wish, Sage," Howler's calm voice replies.

As the doors shut, I swear I spot a blur of shadow dart out of the bakery kitchen door. The elevator zips me up, and I rub my arms, heart hammering in my chest, shaking uncontrollably. I teeter on the spot, unable to stand still from the nerves dancing under my skin.

The doors open, and I lunge out onto my floor just as I notice movement coming up from the circular stairs in the opposite hallway.

Killian!

Pivoting, I run for my life to my room, away from him, adrenaline chasing me.

"Sage, this isn't going to end how you think it will just because you run to your room," he calls out in that dark, almost crazy voice.

Just like in the woods during the ritual, I charge ahead, my feet hitting the floor hard. At my room, I shove the door open and lunge inside, swinging around to shut it, but a massive blur of blue comes right on my heels. I recoil, having no chance to shut it. A small cry escapes my lips as the backs of my heels hit the bed, eyes huge.

Killian stands in the doorway, flicking on the lights, not breathing as heavily as me but lingering there casually.

"You can't keep running from me," he says, walking inside and kicking the door shut behind him. "I'm starting to worry that you're not interested in me." His grin is enchanting, doing its trick to unfurl the fear that tells me to back away.

"As I already said, you don't need to fear me," he explains softly. "But what you need to know is that with our ritual, the Shadowfen have a need to release their pent-up arousal. Otherwise, that deep hunger where you're dying to be fucked will soon turn into pain."

I blink, trying to unpack everything he just said, the word pain at the forefront. It leaves me wondering if he's attempting to trick me.

"So, you're helping me, then?" I smirk despite the fear knotting my stomach.

He tilts his head to the side, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips. "You could say that if it helps you."

As he moves closer, it's difficult to focus on anything but the way his muscles shift under his skin with every step. He's not wearing much, just those loose black pants hanging low on his hips, his bulge still as huge as ever. And here I am, staring at it longer than I should be.

He strides closer, and I scramble onto the bed, bringing myself closer to his eye level. I press my hand against his chest to stop him, and his skin is a furnace under my touch. The move might have been a mistake, considering that single connection has my knees wavering. His hand cups over mine, then he lifts it to his mouth and kisses it tenderly.

"For my first time," I say with a shaky voice, fully aware of where this is heading. I'm not fooling myself into pretending I don't want it because I do. "I can't take you in this form." My gaze lowers between us.

His smile is beautiful and captivating, then he kisses my knuckles.

"You'd be surprised what you can take."

"Killian," I whisper.

"I'll take care of you, Sage." He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I'm quivering. His words are meant to comfort, but they only make the anticipation more intense. He leans in closer, his breath warm against my skin, and I shiver harder.

Then, it's me who leans in closer, my lips capturing his in a kiss that I embrace.

His hands wind around my middle, unwrapping the tablecloth from around my waist and tossing it aside. Next, he wrenches my shirt up and over my head, breaking our kiss.

There's a tenderness in his movements and behind his gaze. Standing naked in front of a monster should terrify me, and it does slightly, but there are other feelings involved. Something so much deeper in the way I react to him, how he drives me crazy with his obsession over me, how he shows me those snippets of absolute tenderness that have me swooning for him.

I reach up and cup his strong blue face, so much larger against my palm, and he leans in. This powerful Shadowfen, soft under my touch, is beautiful.

At that same moment, I sense him shuddering, and instantly, he's shifting before my eyes, the blue vanishing from his skin, his size reducing, those scars on his body remaining, but not the tattoos. In a heartbeat, he's back to the Killian I first met in Nightingale Village. A Viscount, I feared at first. Now, I'm naked and pulling him closer.

Our mouths clash, and he kisses me with untold passion. My stomach tickles, and I can't ignore how desperately I desire him. He knows it, too, and I don't have to say it. The words are confirmed in my actions. It feels right, even though I'm so nervous I could cry.

In moments, he has me in his arms and off my feet, then lays me on the bed. He vanishes into the bathroom for a moment, then returns with a long strip of fabric, or more like a tie from a robe, which begs the question… there's a robe in my bathroom?

Before I can ask him, he's standing at the side of the bed, weaving the fabric into the intricate holes of the headboard carved into waves.

"Should I be worried?" I ask, twisting around, but he's already returning and gently taking one hand.

"I won't let you run away from me again. I can see it in your eyes that you will." Grinning, he has my wrist wound in seconds before I can wrench free from him.

"Killian, this isn't necessary."

He reaches over, taking my other hand with more firmness as I resist him. In seconds, my arms are over my head, tied up.

"Really?" I ask, pulling against my restraints.

He grins, staring down at my body. "You're too captivating to be real."

Then he drops his loose pants, and my response flatlines.

His hidden beast pops out.

I gasp in response to the thickness of his erection, the bulging vein, the head so bulbous it's never going to get inside me. Based on the one I've seen before in the village, they don't even compare. How in the world is Killian's so huge?

"I'm slightly terrified now," I admit truthfully, while he palms that creature between his legs, takes a seat on the edge of the bed, and buries his face in my neck.

"I can sense the monster in you, the darkness we all have." His tongue strokes down to my collarbone, and he continues down my body, not rushing.

My heart's in my throat.

"You can tell from kissing me?" I stiffen, staring at him, but he never pauses kissing me. His mouth clasps around a nipple, and I moan, writhing against him, the earlier euphoria still there, as though it lives permanently in my body.

"From your scent," he confirms. "She's there, a real darkness that lingers. You just need to be patient until she comes out."

I clear my throat. "I don't think there's any rush."

He gets up and climbs on the bed near my feet, pushing them apart, and that fierce stare traces over my body, his lips curling upward.

"I want to meet that side of you, to know all of you. To understand the Shadowfen side of you."

Unsure what to say, I can't imagine what to expect, but having him press my legs wider, his hand reaching down between them, my body trembles.

"You're so wet and ready for me." Clasping his large cock, he leans his whole body over me, pushing his tip against me and rubbing it over my slick lips.

I feel like I can't breathe as he stares into my eyes, one hand perched on the bed alongside me, the other guiding himself into me. He presses his lips to mine, so faint this time that it leaves me dizzy.

"Sage, I am a Shadowfen who is commanding, in control, savage, but we are more alike than you realize. And tonight is about giving you a memory you will never forget."

We're kissing again as he guides his cock to my entrance. I wriggle beneath him, pulling against the restraints on my wrists. He holds me there for a moment, breaking our kiss, then he pushes into me.

Forcing my breathing to remain even, my mouth falls open, and I pant. He's focused on spreading me, pushing deeper. His fingers are on my clit, rubbing it. I release a cry, driving my breasts up against his chest. His mouth moves to a nipple, tucking it between his teeth.

Carnal pleasure thumps through me, taking up residence where he's plunging into me. Gasping for air, I'm convinced I might pass out. He's going slowly, pulling back out, then pushing in again, the strain of spreading me leaving me moaning for more.

"I love how tightly your cunt squeezes my cock." A low growl echoes from his chest. "Fuck, Sage! I'm going to fuck you so hard."

I writhe, my chest rising and falling. He covers me in kisses while pushing deeper, as if fighting something. Then, in a moment of gasping, something tight inside me unfurls, and he's driving into me.

A scream of pure pleasure washes over me. I've heard stories that a girl's first time is more painful than pleasurable, except this is the opposite for me. The pain only adds to the arousal I've been feeling from earlier.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, pausing once more, buried so deep inside me I've never felt fuller.

"Like I'm about to come again, like nothing I've ever felt before."

"My good girl," he says.

Those words shouldn't elicit excitement in me, a desperate need to please him, but they do. I need this more than I ever thought I would.

Killian's blazing stare is on me, watching my every reaction. He pulls out of me, then drives back in.

I bite down on my lower lip, mostly to stop from screaming endlessly. He pushes back in and out again, the motion picking up in pace. Each time he plunges back into me, spreading me wider, a delicious ripple courses through me.

Never in my life have I imagined that I'd need a cock inside me so fiercely.

But I crave this.

I'm needy.

Desperate.

He's moving faster now. I pant, my body rocking as I hold on to the tie keeping me prisoner for him.

"You're mine, Sage, and I'll take such good care of you."

I press back into the mattress, feeling the real stretch of his cock driving into me again and again. Whimpering spills from my lips while Killian's face is one of concentration, his gaze hazed over as though he's lost himself to me.

His mouth is down on my neck once more, that tongue licking me, and he's picking up speed. The whole bed shudders, slamming into the wall with each thrust into me.

Writhing and crying out, he buries himself so deeply into me, keeping me pinned down. Moisture floods between my legs, and I feel it seeping out each time he pulls out.

His mouth curls around the meaty part of my neck and shoulders, teeth scraping my skin.

He's owning me, fucking me, dominating me, and when he bites down into me, sharp teeth breaking into my shoulder, I scream out. With it, my body shatters from how fast he's going now. Thrust after thrust, he takes me, his tongue licking at my bite, sucking on it.

I hate myself for how much I love it. That grip I've had over myself now unleashes, and I'm coming, cries rushing past my mouth. Shuddering under him only seems to make him wilder, picking up his speed. Pulling back from me, he licks the blood from his teeth.

I'm shaking, coming for longer than I expected.

He's on his knees, hands around my thighs, lifting my ass off the bed. The growls from his throat echo around us, the tightness on his face as he never stops fucking me.

I'm tied up, his captive, and he's making me his. I wasn't expecting this… in truth, I had no idea what to expect. But I'm moaning, trembling, sweat covering my brow as the intensity never wavers.

Lust coats his expression, his snarls loud now, fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me to meet his every thrust as he drives in deeper.

I've barely come down from my orgasm when he lifts one leg up by the ankle with both hands and twists me onto my side.

Quivering against him, I'm hungry for more, and when he pulls out of me, I whine.

His hands stroke my ass, squeezing as he flips me onto my stomach, my hands still secured. I'm face and chest down, ass high, as he pushes himself between my thighs.

"I'm going to fuck you until you come again," he promises, his fingers sliding along the slickness of my pussy, replaced by his trunk-like cock.

"Killian," is all I manage as I struggle for air, my body shuddering with arousal.

His cock is pushing back deep into me, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me. Moving to give him easier access, I still can't believe how desperately I need him.

"Oh Gods!"

"Do you like this?" he purrs, then breaks into a dark laughter as he drives into me. This time it's different. He's fucking me like a damn animal, thrusting, with my ass rocking back against him.

My cries grow louder, full of explosive need. I feel the pressure building with each thrust, the overwhelming sensation that I'm so full that I'll explode. The grip of his hands on my hips is stronger, bigger, as something sharp digs into my hips.

I glance back, which is difficult to do as I'm breathing so hard, my arms tied up, and seeing Killian in his blue monster form leaves me startled.

"I knew you'd take me easily," he coos while he buries himself to the hilt inside of me, balls slamming into my pussy.

"Fuck!" Lava consumes me, and I feel a slight trepidation that I'm being fucked by a monster. The sensation of his shaft feels different, too, almost as though there are bumps on his cock, the friction of him parting my lips, driving into me and flooding me. It's painful but sweet, and already that delicious tightness in my stomach rises, building up to another climax.

"You're such a good little monster." He rails into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. "So responsive to my cock."

I jerk against the binds around my wrists, the licks of my screams pouring from my mouth, the kind that leaves me burning up.

"Please," I exhale, wanting my hands free so I can move closer, to touch him, to explore.

"I'm going to come in your cunt, Sage." He's making those hungry, growling sounds again. "Then next time, I'll come in your ass and your mouth."

Wait, what did he just say?

Panic rises through me as I remember some of those elf books I read back in the village, how they intended to breed the woman they captured.

"You're going to breed me?" My question is a jumble of words and my rushing breaths.

"You are mine now, Sage." He's grunting, claiming me endlessly. His fingers move down to find my clit. They press down, teasing me as he continues to fuck me.

Fear, mingled with a desperation to climax again, twists into a confusing mess inside me. The more he strokes me, plunging that massive cock into me, the closer I reach the edge.

I can't hold back, and I'm shuddering, my breaths coming out in ragged pants as my body shakes.

Snarling, he slams into me so hard my whole body jolts, the bed jostling beneath us. Suddenly, he pauses inside of me, roaring. His cock pulses inside of me, the warmth of his cum pouring out.

We're both on a high, my throat raw, and that pressure of him filling me to the brim, the orgasm tearing through me as the room begins to tilt.

I'm struggling to breathe with the intensity of my climax, coming harder than before, so much longer, too.

"Take it all," he snarls. "Milk my cock."

When he finally releases me, drawing his cock out, he swings me around onto my back so fast the room spins with me.

Thick, blue jets of cum spurt out of his big cock, more of it pumping across my chest, my body, more splashing over my face. He growls, stroking his dick. I smell the muskiness of his cum, taste its saltiness that finds my lips, and lick it out of curiosity, still floating on a high.

I'm burning up as I float down, collapsing on the bed, exhausted.

Leaning back on his heels, there's a mess of cum between us, mostly on me, and he's staring down between my legs, smiling. He reaches down, running his fingers along my inner thighs and seeming to push his cum back inside me.

Watching him, I say nothing, still shocked by the whole ordeal, still buzzing from the elation. The grin on his lips widens.

"Absolutely beautiful to see your cunt covered and dripping with my cum. And I'm happy I was your first."

I attempt to speak, but I'm completely exhausted, and as though he picks up on it, he's getting off the bed.

At that moment, I take true stock of his monster cock, and I almost choke at the sight, knowing why I already feel the soreness between my thighs. Thicker and longer than his human cock, it's pale blue and ribbed all the way down the shaft. How did he even force that into me?

"Let me clean you up." His hands gently remove the restraint from my wrists, and there are pins and needles in them as soon as he frees me. He leans down, kissing the skin that's raw. "I will kiss them until they heal." Then he scoops me into his arms and walks us into the shower. He holds me under the water's spray, never taking his eyes off me.

"The years I've waited to fuck someone were worth every second," he purrs. "I want to fuck you, again and again, all night."

"Aren't you exhausted?" I'm convinced I'll pass out.

"Not tonight. It's your first time, so we'll rest now." He sets me down on wobbly feet, and I hold on to him as my shaking legs refuse to hold me. "I've got you," he whispers.

I'm staring at him, my thoughts racing with what just happened, asking, "So, you came inside me. You want me pregnant?"

He's grinning like that would be the most amazing news in the world to him. "My dream is to have a large family, so yes, but don't worry for now. Pregnancy for Shadowfen is a long process of teaching your body to accept us before you will release your eggs."

I'm slightly hyperventilating. "I-I'm not ready for a family."

He runs his large palm down my body, cleaning me of his cum, even between my thighs. "There's nothing to worry about. Some females are known to take years of breeding before they are with child."

"I'm really not a fan of that word."

He laughs at me.

Perhaps it's exhaustion or pure adrenaline, but when he leans down to leave a gentle kiss on my brow, then my lips, I grip him tighter, unsure at what stage I found myself staring at Killian as if I can't bear to be away from him.

Yet my chest squeezes impossibly hard each time I meet his gaze.