Chapter 11

LUNA

The basement was empty, Weatherby's blood still lingered as I called in for a special cleaning the next day. Before I headed upstairs, I used a rag to attempt to clean the blood and flesh from my claws. I'd felt something off during my last meeting of the day, so I'd cut it short. Gailie had kept me informed of Ivory's whereabouts as they shopped and got some fresh air. I'd headed in the direction of my female, and then a frantic pixie zoomed toward me so quickly she plastered her dusty body to my face.

Through her whimpers of sorry and trying to explain, I'd made out what was going on. Ivory's father had found her. The minute I knew he'd drawn blood he was dead. I'd spent so long slow playing the inevitable.

I glanced at the chair that still had the bloody ropes that had secured Weatherby. My security had disposed of his body. Would she hate me for what I'd done? She was well versed in my nature. I'd never lied to her about what I did when I wasn't with her.

He hadn't been worthy of the daughter he'd been given. Ivory was sweet and gorgeous. She was everything I could want in a mate.

I exited the dim, dank basement, the stairs creaked under my steps. Each step tightened the muscles and made my skin feel too tight. Every floor brought me closer to having my female in my arms. Gailie met me on the fifth floor.

"How's Ivory?" I asked as she flew beside me.

"She's doing well. The healer said there were no injuries except her teeth cut into her lip. I talked her into lying down for a nap until you returned."

"Thank you. You may return to your room. Were your injuries minor?" I asked because I knew it would be important to Ivory.

"Aye, I'm quite well. Nothing sleep won't fix. Goodnight, Mistress." She bowed, and then zoomed away.

Three more floors, and I opened the door to my chambers. The night breeze fluttered the curtains. Candlelight dances along the dark, paneled walls. A fire burned in the hearth, for light not warmth. I stripped my clothes away as I closed the distance between me and her resting on our bed.

I was disappointed she wasn't awake to lead me to the bathroom, to shower or bathe with me. Blood was still caked around my claws but I couldn't resist being close to her. She was the only one I let myself be weak with. I showed her the softness I hadn't even known I possessed. I grabbed the thin sheet in my hand and drew it down her bare form. Smirking to myself to find her naked as was expected. To cover her was a crime.

Caressing the tip of my claw over the hills and valleys of rolls along her ribs, the ample hill of her hip. She shivered and scooted close to me, I groaned as she wiggled until her body conformed to mine.

"Luna." She whispered my name as she always did as I joined her in bed.

"I'll never grow tired of seeing my lush princess waiting for me."

"Is it done?" she asked as she peeked at me from under the thick fringe of her lashes.

"Yes, are you upset about it?"

"No, I should be, but he always felt like a stranger. I never thought he'd ever hit me though."

"What did he say to you before I arrived?"

"He said I made you do it." I snorted and she pinched my ribs. "He called me… He said I was a whore and betrayed him, that us being together was an abomination."

I kissed her forehead and hugged her close. "Is that what you believe?"

"N-no, what you do as a… job is evil, and filled with cruelty, but you're not that way with me. You've always—" Her adorable nose snarled. "Is there blood still on you?"

She didn't even let me answer before I was gruffly laughing as she crawled over me to get off the bed. I didn't let her drag me to my feet until she was growling all, cute. Taking rare mercy on my mate, I rolled off the mattress. Her fingers were still laced through mine, but I was more interested in the bounce of her dimpled cheeks. There was the faint outline of my scarred bite mark in the left one.

The chandelier with a few burned out bulbs flashed to life. My cock thickened at the sight of her bent over to turn on the water to fill the tub. I jerked the hand connected with mine until she spun, and crashed into me.

"Fate couldn't have given me a more perfect mate."

She gasped and then held her breath. Hopeful eyes lifted to my face. I didn't match the beauty of my mate. I was arrogant and depraved, yet I knew I wasn't good enough for her. She was an angel. Maybe I should feel more regretful of the life I'd dragged her into. Yet I couldn't let her go.

"Ma-mate?" she asked.

"I always assumed Hags weren't worthy of mates. We're an extremely secretive species." I lifted my hand to stroke my curled fingers down her cheek. Fat tears gathered on her bottom lashes. "When you were sent to me, it was an extreme stroke of luck that Gailie led my mate into my chambers. The way you offered yourself up, I wouldn't deny myself a single taste." My lips danced with hers, keeping them apart to tease her. "And that was not enough."

"I was waiting for you to grow tired of me."

"Not going to happen. This plump body in our bed for the rest of my existence seems as close to heaven as a demon could get." I hugged her waist with one arm, and stepped into the tub. Lowering us into the hot water, she twisted to turn off the tap when it reached her just below her heavy breasts. I cupped one to lift it so I could wrap my tongue around the peak, the silky areola and the hard, textured tip.

Her fingers combed through my hair. She opened her thighs wider to seal her lower body to mine. Until her I'd never bothered to fuck anyone before. It seemed too messy and personal, but the moment she welcomed me her fate was already sealed. My princess had her Hag tightly wrapped around her finger. I sucked hard at her nipple, my teeth piercing her skin allowing me to take in the sweet taste of her pleasure-infused blood. My nearly flat chest sunk into her upper belly. Lifting and massaging her breasts as I moved side to side, suckling her roughly.

She calmed the rage that always burned in my veins. I needed it her more than my nightly ritual of sending terror off my balcony in shimmering shards.

"How long has it been since your female pleasured you?" I asked.

"It's been so long." She pouted and I smirked with her nipple resting on my lower lip.

Hours had lapsed between me leaving for my meetings, and sinking into a tub to wash away my day. I groaned as her delicate hand stroked down the flat expanse of my stomach to wrap around the base of my cock. My tongue slithered from over my lips as she rose to her knees. Then with aching slowness she slid down my thick length. There was nothing like my princess welcoming me into her tight, wet pussy. She arched and threw her head back, and I relaxed to watch.

Ivory taking her pleasure from me, demanding what was rightfully hers was sinful. My body had taught her what she was capable of and that I'd never tell her no to having her wrapped around my cock. An act I'd never believed was meant for me. The pain I caused was always enough, I never needed to be touched or kissed. She'd changed so much in the short weeks she'd become mine. Claiming me just as desperately as I had her.

My hands sank into her hips, my thumbs tucked under the roll of her lower belly.

"That's right, princess, show your mate how greedy you are. Only your female's cock will do," I told her through clenched teeth as she rode me.

Every bounce of her form set off the most perfect ripples. She plucked and twisted her nipples, turning the peaks red under the rough treatment. Water sloshed up and over the sides of the tub, flexing my arms I made her ride my dick harder and faster. There was nothing sexier than my princess pulsing around me. Wisps of hair escaped her braids, the strands sticking to her forehead and cheeks made damp with sweat and the steam in the air.

"Mistress's greedy and slutty little mate. You want me to breed you. Tell me."

"Please, I'll be such a good girl." Her voice was so soft and sweet.

"Fuck, hold on," I barely warned her before I surged to my feet, lifted her from my cock and bent her over the double sinks staring right into the mirror. "Open your eyes," I ordered in a harsh breath.

I shifted her feet apart, positioned her with her hips tilted, and as soon as her eyes opened, I slammed forward. Her lips fell open in a silent scream. I wrapped my clawed hand around the front of her throat to make sure she didn't look away from the mirror.

The sight of us together was almost disgusting, the difference in our forms. My almost painfully thin form, the small breasts with flat round nipples, and my grim gray skin. She was all sweet, pale curves, stripes of stretch marks I'd memorized with my tongue.

"Look how sexy my mate is, a perfect rounded body. Perfectly built to withstand your female's fucking."

I rocked backward, and then thrust forward setting off her curves, her breasts swaying wildly. Her gaze was locked on me as I began to fuck her, showed her no mercy–brought her the pleasure and pain she required from me. As her whiny grunts sharpened, she began to rock back to meet my every thrust. My cock ached, the rings swelling to intensify her pleasure. She gushed around my cock. The wet, sex sounds echoed off the space. Sweaty skin slapped together as we fought each other. I slowed and she pushed back against me harder.

She demanded, knowing what she deserved in a mate. I was her female, the only mate she'd ever have. There was no distance she could go to escape me. I'd hunt her down and fuck her back into submission. She couldn't deny me, hadn't from the night she arrived.

"The second you submitted to showing me that pretty cunt, you gave up all rights to leave me."

"Don't want to leave. Please, I'm so close." I heard the panic that she wasn't getting to where she needed to be.

I'd edged her for hours before, but that night I couldn't restrain myself that long. Her father came too close to taking her from me. I reached under her to grab her lower belly in my hands and guided her to as I brutally fucked her. She could take it, I knew because she was made for me.

Her eyes caught mine in the mirror, emotions I'd never dreamed of being aimed my way reflected back at me. Love, devotion, obsession, flashes of mania. Her mouth fell open as I shifted my hips, aiming for her G-spot. The rings torturing it repeatedly.

She whimpered, clawed at the marble counter. But she never looked away, even as tears flowed quickly down her rounded cheeks. I squeezed her belly as I blanketed her back, my tongue stroked over the scars on her throat I kept adding to, making the tissue thicker and showing my claim for all to see. She bore the pinprick scars of my claws, my teeth, each one hardened me in a flash when I saw them.

A panicked cry parted her lips, and she twisted to get away from me. She tried to buck me off but she was no match for me.

"No, you'll take it however I want to give it…you're supposed to be Mistress's good girl."

"But it's too much, I can't." Sobs broke her voice.

Her cries and terror caused the rings to swell more until I could barely move inside her. I straightened, shoved her down with my hand on the back of her head, and watched as I shallowly stroked in and out. Rocking my hips making sure to keep the ridges working her spot.

"Come on, princess, submit," I growled as my free hand spread across her lower back, and then it happened.

Fluid flowed heavy around my pistoning cock as my girl gave me what I needed. She kept releasing as her pussy pulsed tightly around my length. My pelvis, her ass, and out thighs became soaked as I controlled her. Kept her in place as my body gave up and I sealed my hips to hers as agonized pleasure caused me to spill deep within.

She was panting and shaking as I pinned her down, riding out my release as my cock jerked and the rings swelled until I was buried impossibly deeper. My thighs shook and my back arched as we remained there, locked together as I felt something inside me break.

A second heartbeat filled my chest, my stomach cramped to match the flexing of her hole around my length. I felt her fear, her love, and something else—a strange peace—settled over me. She existed in my head. This proved she was mate, if there were any doubts they were laid to rest.

I tried to retreat and her hands came back to grab my hips to hold me in place.

"You need to soak, princess."

I lifted her until her back met my chest and I awkwardly carried her back to the tub still connected with her. Lowering us into the water, she relaxed on my chest. She twisted to search for my mouth. I kissed her between pretty little moans and a broken laugh as she flinched.

"Just relax, let me take care of you," I whispered against her mouth, pressing softer and smaller kisses to her swollen lips.