Chapter 28

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

NYKO

B ack to the wall and deliciously naked, Sage is panting for air, her eyes wide, staring at me. Those cheeks glow rosy under the dim light of her bedroom, her chest rising and falling quickly while I take in her body—the tightness of her nipples, her thin waist, the way the strip of violet hair between her thighs glints from her arousal.

I'm so horny I'm drowning in agony. I adore Sage. I'm fucking obsessed with her, thinking about her every damn second of the day, jerking off whenever I remember those gorgeous, big tits and licking her juicy cunt.

My cock throbs, close to crippling me if I don't release.

Her taste and scent engulf my senses, sinking into my blood, into my soul. I may hold a shadow form, but those sensations aren't lost to me.

On her shoulder, she wears a bite mark, I assume from Wolfe. Bastard's a biter.

I reach over and collect her into my embrace, my arms coiled around the delicious curve of her ass, lifting her off her feet so she's eye level with me.

"What did you mean by knotting?" she asks between breaths.

"Every Shadowfen is born different. Each of us is uniquely armed. Me … there's always been something more animalistic about me." I walk her across the room and lay her on the bed, but the moment she hits the mattress, she scrambles backward.

"That tells me nothing," she protests.

Her energy floods me, overflows through me, pushing me to claim her over and over. She has no idea that the more she runs from me, the more my shadow side starves for her.

"Never run from a monster," I teach her, but she glares at me.

My heart thunders, close to tearing out of my chest to see her naked. I'm unable to stop staring at her little pink slit, the one I'm fucking desperate to sink into and stay inside all night.

"Why?"

With a grin, I inch closer. "If you make me chase you, well… I may not be able to stop myself once I catch you. Do you want to find out what will happen then?"

Swallowing loudly, she raises her chin. "I'm putting distance between us. That's not running," she argues.

I adore the way she's fooling no one. Except, she's out of arm's reach, so she's too fucking far from me.

"Anyway, you're not answering my question," she continues.

"I will show you what I mean by being animalistic. It's the only way you'll really understand."

She narrows her gaze at me, coaxing a laugh out of me.

"And I'm a human who wants information before anything happens."

"Half-human," I remind her. "You are more Shadowfen than you are an earthling."

Her shoulders stiffen, head high, and those nipples pebble, teasing me.

"You still fight your true nature? Just like you fight me."

"Maybe my body doesn't know what it really wants."

"You're beautiful and smart but wrong in this instance. Your body knows exactly what it craves—me." I chuckle at her deluding herself. My thoughts drown on grabbing her and burying myself in her, fucking her in every damn position, slamming into her until she admits her true feelings for me.

Watching me closely, she might have picked up on my savage intentions from the growl in my throat with her intense stare.

"You're wrong." She squares her shoulders.

I love her fire.

She glances over to the bathroom door, which is closer than the exit, which sits behind me.

"What's my prize once I catch you?" I ask, my voice a velvet whisper as I can predict her next move.

"Thinking of claiming your prize already?" she taunts. "Maybe I should start thinking about what I'll claim when I win."

I'm barking a laugh. "Enlighten me."

She springs off the bed, but I'm faster… so much faster. I lunge across the bed after her, arms snatching her around the waist. Knees digging into the mattress, I resist the forward momentum and swing her back onto the bed with me.

She cries out, writhing against me.

We fall into a heap, her body bouncing against mine. I can't get enough of how soft she feels, how sweet she smells.

She's on her back, and I quickly roll half onto her, one leg draped over her hips, holding her in place, inhaling her slick and honeyed scent.

Gasping for air, she manages, "Get off me."

That glare on her face is everything to me. I've always dreamed of having a mate who pushed me, challenged me, fought me.

My little princess. She's my fucking world.

"Should I be insulted that you keep trying to escape?" I murmur, staring down at her as I slide hair off her face.

She's breathing heavily, those full lips parting, and she purrs, her chest pushing up against mine.

"I hate that my body craves you so much that I have no control."

I stroke her cheek, and she places her hand on mine, but she's not pushing me away.

"Mine's the same," I explain. "But I've long given in to my desires."

"Oh, I can tell." She watches me carefully.

I study her mouth, desperate to taste it again. The tension building in my cock intensifies as I press it against the side of her thigh.

She squirms beneath me, but I've already won. She's mine… all fucking night long.

Her hand reaches over to touch my shadow cheek, and her fingers gingerly trace my jawline, then across my ear and my hair.

"It feels real but also cold, yet my eyes are telling me what I'm feeling is wrong. Your monster form is so different from the others."

"We don't get to choose what destiny gives us at birth. Though, my beautiful one, I'm curious to see your form."

Her touch traces down my shoulder and pauses over my biceps, and I flex them instinctively.

"I want to know, but I also don't," she admits, giving me a lopsided grin. "Then it'll make this even more real that I'm an actual monster. The thing I feared most of my life."

"And you're still scared after arriving here?"

She's half chuckling. "So much more, but I'm getting used to it, I guess."

"You know what might encourage you to bring your other form out? To give yourself over to me."

She raises an eyebrow while my attention is hyperaware of her fingers trailing across my chest, exploring my body, which is all hers.

The throbbing between us increases. She glances down her chest to where my erection is pressed up against her. She's curious? I roll onto my back for her.

"Feel free to explore," I tell her, my cock sitting up like a fucking flagpole—thick, huge, and black as the rest of my shadowy form.

She twitches against me, and for a moment, I expect her to run, but she never does. That raw hunger inside me flares to seduce her, but I can wait a bit longer if my princess wants to see who her true mate really is. I'd give her the world if she asked for it.

Hands behind my head, I lie there. Her curiosity about my shadow form has her tracing a hand down my chest, poking me in the ribs. Not sure if that's on purpose, but I grin at her.

She's completely focused on me.

"You're curious how I'm holding solid form while I'm a shadow?"

She nods. Her touch is intoxicating, sending my body into small shudders. She trails down my chest, and her warmth seeps through the cool film that layers over my transparent shadow.

"Very interesting," she murmurs.

"I can take solid form with a single thought," I explain.

"Oh," she mutters but hasn't taken her attention off my body.

With a flicker of my will, I shift to my transparent shadow form.

Her hand instantly sinks through my stomach, and she flinches back, yelping.

The sound is delicious.

I laugh and return to solid shadow form.

"Should have warned you," I tease, watching her with predatory eyes.

"Gods, you think?" she snaps. "My heart's pounding in my chest." Yet she wears a smile, studying me more intently now, poking at me. Her fingers linger lower, and my balls tighten at the promise of her touch. Her hand glides over my hip bones, tracing lines of fire on my skin.

It takes all my strength not to reach over and drag her onto me.

"I've never seen anything like this," she says quietly. Her attention is everything. She's mesmerized, her eyes growing into orbs. "Does it hurt to change?"

"No," I say, shaking my head. "It's natural. Like blinking, like drawing in a breath."

"It's strange, but it's beautiful. You're beautiful."

I chuckle, the sound dark in the silent room. "You're the first to ever call me that."

She doesn't respond but twirls her index finger lower, examining my massive cock without hesitation, the tip thick, precum glistening.

"Go ahead and touch him. He'll reward you."

"Haha," she answers sarcastically. "I'm sure he will." Despite the flushing of her cheeks, she wraps her fingers around my shaft as if testing me out.

I hiss as she tightens her grip, and with a single will of thought, my dick thickens in her hand and lengthens.

She gasps aloud, but never once does she let go, yet her fingers no longer touch around her thumb from my girth.

"You can change your size at will?" She twists her head to look at me, shock clear on her raised eyebrow, her constant blinking.

"Any size you desire. I'll blow your mind."

Her breaths speed up, and I adore that she's still holding on to me, her grasp slowly working up and down my shaft.

"So, I can pick the size?"

"Of course," I say, pulse on fire, arousal hammering into me.

Her hand slides down to my balls, and she's going to fucking destroy me. Her hand releases him, and she's gently cupping my balls, facing away from me once more. I'm tensing, my dick twitching.

"Take him for a ride," I tell her, short of not growling my desperation.

She offers me a sly grin, and I must be hallucinating things, or perhaps I misread her escaping from me as something other than wanting distance between us. Up on her knees, she turns to face me and throws one leg over my lap, straddling me.

She's a Goddess, naked, legs spread, the fire from her like a furnace against my groin.

A low growl spills from my lips. "That's it, princess, take what you desire."

"I have this need inside me," she begins. "Something so hungry that I'm burning up with wanting you inside me in shadow form. But a bit smaller as this size is a bit too much."

My cock pulses, and I don't touch her, as desperate as I am, until she asks, but I will my erection to scale down a bit. Her full, lush breasts bounce about as she wriggles to work out how to sit on me, not lifting herself high enough or grasping my erection.

She's so fucking stunning and has clearly never sat on anything like me before.

"Want a hand?" I ask.

Raising her head, she smiles bashfully, trembling slightly. "It really shouldn't be this hard, but I don't want to hurt you."

"Trust me, you won't." I reach down between her legs, grasping my cock. "Now, lift yourself for me." As she does, I push my tip between those silky lips, running it down to her entrance.

I can't tear my gaze from her, seeing the way she moans and her nipples harden. She's so ready, so aroused, and with my dick hard and aching, I say, "Now, sit on me, gorgeous."

Exhaling, she pushes down on me. Those violet eyes burn, her mouth shaped in an O.

She's so fucking hungry for me, two fingers remaining on her swollen clit, rubbing her, reminding her why she needs to be fucked.

"Look at me," I command. She lifts her head from where she's staring down. "Let me see the lust on your face as you spread your cunt over my cock."

I'm salivating, a rumble in my chest at letting her take her time, and once she's ready, I won't hold back. She's mine to claim, to do with as I desire, to ruin as I crave.

Lying on the bed, I wait for her to fully embed herself on my cock, slowly working me into her, and those beautiful, lustful sounds she makes are killing me. The ache inside is unbearable, breaking me.

Breathing rapidly, she pushes down all the way, and I love feeling her drenched walls around me, dripping down my balls. I hiss at the tightness, at how incredible she feels.

She groans and leans over me, her hands on my chest for leverage.

"That's it," I encourage. My grip on her hips guides her to slide up and back down. I growl like a desperate fool, being squeezed by her, and I'm losing my concentration.

"Fuck me, princess. Show me how much you want me." My voice comes out husky.

She's moaning, moving those sexy hips, her hole sliding up and down on my erection.

Grinding my jaw, I growl. My fingers dig into her hips, moving her quicker, supporting her. I lift my pelvis, meeting her on each thrust.

"Fuck," I snarl as her tight, wet cunt hugs my cock. I feel every shudder she experiences, her groans escalating, and she's holding my stare. With my grip, I move her faster, and she's writhing, her eyelids fluttering like she's barely holding on.

"My gorgeous princess, want me to take over?"

"Please, but give me a moment." She gasps for air, yet she smirks as she comes down on me hard.

The pleasure of being rammed into her has me howling. The pain, the pleasure… She knows it and is loving every second of being in control.

A Shadowfen can only take so much when I'm used to being the one who takes the lead.

I lean in close, whispering, "It's my turn, princess. Hold on."

Her eyes widen, but before she can ask what I mean, I shift swiftly to my side, throwing my arm around her waist to keep her on my lap. As she starts to fall toward the bed on her side, I tighten my hold and roll us both over fast, using the bed to bounce on top of her. Now she's beneath me, and I'm about to go wild.

She whines, caught off guard.

Best part… I'm still deep in her sweet cunt.

"Nyko!" she gasps.

Heat tugs on my insides, and an inferno is building inside me.

"I promise that in the morning when we're done, you can ride my cock all day long."

"Morning?" she gasps.

"Keep those legs spread, princess." Desire thumps through me as her slick drips out. I push in so fucking deep I'm on the brink of bursting.

But not yet…

"Is it me, or do you feel bigger?"

I grin at her. "You're ready for a thicker Nyko now." Gradually, I expand just enough to give her the ache she's desperate for.

"Wait, no!" But she's moaning, those violet eyes huge, fingernails digging into my arms.

"Feel good?"

A glint of perspiration glows from her brow, her hair sticking to the edges of her face. I love that look of exhaustion from being fucked.

"So, this is your animalistic side?"

"Nope. That's my next surprise."

Her mouth drops open.

"You're so fucking sexy." I pull out of her halfway, then I rock back into her hard, her body, her tits bouncing. "I've been so patient, waiting to rut you."

"And," she exhales the word while moaning. "Now you're going to make up for lost time?" She holds on to my arms harder as I thrust into her. There's no pause, no mercy. Only the savage hunger that's lingered inside me for weeks now. The wet sounds of slamming into her, of her cunt sucking down on my shaft, is euphoria.

I can't stop. I take her rough, claiming what's mine.

Her fingernails dig into my arms again, but that only makes me go faster. She thrashes beneath me as I shove into her, and the whole damn bed shakes with my plunge.

Her cries are spectacular, and I'm seeing stars from how fast I'm hammering into her, her walls clamping down around me.

I lean forward, my mouth on hers, kissing her like the mad Shadowfen I am, letting her experience my hunger.

She purrs against my lips, both of us in motion, my hips thrusting wildly. I drag my tongue down her chin to her neck, feeling the racing pulse of her heart in her veins.

Her hips are rocking with mine, her noises morphing into loud groans and cries.

She's so damn close.

I latch my mouth around the side of her neck, my mouth larger in shadow form, teeth pressed to her flesh.

"Nyko," she growls, but I can't stop.

That animalistic side of me craves her fear, wanting her to tremble while she reaches her climax.

I shove into her again and again, the pressure on my cock building, my balls heavy, aching. That raw, fierce need grabs me by the chest. Instinct takes me, and I fuck her while she's calling my name.

"Nyko. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop!"

I press down a bit more on her throat, my tongue on her skin, and sink into her as far as I possibly can, just as she quivers beneath me.

Screaming.

Slick sliding from her.

Shaking ferociously.

The savage shudder I've been seeking collides through me. I roar in my chest, holding myself deep in her, my cock swelling at the base that's pushing against her walls.

"Nyko, what the hell?" She's shaking. "Something feels different inside me."

I release her neck, licking the skin where my teeth marks are red imprints on that perfectly smooth skin. Lifting my head, I'm shaking with arousal, my cock pulsing, threads of white cum spewing into her, filling her, never ending.

"It's a knot." I muster. "My dick swells into a knot at the base, keeping us locked together."

Panic twists her expression while she's still coming down from her own climax.

I'm not yet done, my arousal still pouring through me and into her. A growl rips from my throat, pumping more cum, unable to see straight at how incredible it feels.

When I can barely breathe, I finally collapse onto her, buried in her, spent, but I'm smiling ridiculously.

She's still looking frightened, so I roll onto my back, her resting on top of me.

"This was your surprise," she states breathlessly.

I lean over to her bedside table where I planted a small something earlier today for this moment.

"Because if I told you, you would have panicked. Not many monsters can do this."

She frowns. "I've seen so much weird stuff, but the fact that your dick swells inside me to ensure we're stuck together…" She pauses, her cheeks flushing. "No, you're right. It's freaking me out now! And what happens when your adrenaline kicks in from being with me?"

"It's going to be okay, and the knot won't last for too long. I adore you for caring, but leave that with me for both of us. Deal?"

But I doubt she's hearing me as she spots the black jar in my hand, hard to miss since it's as thick as my fist.

"What the hell's that?" she demands. "I told you before, I hate surprises, especially your kind, but you keep bringing them out."

"I would never hurt you." I laugh, a dark sound that reverberates around us. "You need to trust me."

"You're making that really hard," she retorts, wriggling on top of me, sending jolts of electricity through my body.

Having her tight around my cock, her breasts against my chest, I'm exactly where I intended to be.

I lift the jar. "I told you earlier, I'm going to prove that we're true mates."

"Why am I going to hate this?" she mutters, suspicion in her eyes.

I uncork the black jar and pour its contents over both of us at once.

Pink mist billows out, infused with a spark of magic from one of the market vendors. The mist flutters rapidly toward our faces, swarming our senses.

She whines, batting at it with a hand, but it's too late. I inhale deeply, letting the magic fill my lungs.

"Just take it in… don't fight the inevitable."

"It's that stupid ritual mist again," she gasps, but before she can argue, the concentrated dose blurs her vision as it does mine. She blinks, shaking her head, the mist taking its toll on her.

The room spins, our breaths mingling in the enchanted haze.

Our world fades to black. The last thought that flickers through my mind is that this is everything I've ever dreamed of—to finally find my true mate.