Chapter 48 — Husk

"Oh, I thought Sky was here," Fagua said as came in, wearing a black lace lingerie set that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts and nipples were on display, and I wanted to leap up and touch them, but I couldn't.

Not after my erection, which appeared at the mere sight of her, was put down the moment she asked for Sky.

"It's just me," I barked as I walked past her. Trying not to be intoxicated with her perfume. Her hair was tied up and she had on light makeup—not that she needed it—and all this effort was for Sky, not me.

She reached out her hand to stop me from leaving her room. "Sky was going to join us, but he said the tension between us meant that maybe we should be alone again."

I shrugged. "Maybe it's because of the time I locked you up. I've apologized, but we don't seem to get past that."

She turned away from me, avoiding my stare. It infuriated me even more. It was as if the sight of me repulsed her.

"Apologized? I must have been absent for that," she whispered, as if she would say anything to be as far away from me as possible.

This time I was the one who was holding her, as I pulled her to face me.

"Really?"

She shook her head. I could feel her body trembling, as if she thought I would hurt her.

"Really. I did. Look, I don't know what all this means. But I do know one thing; there's something wrong with your magic. You know it and I know it."

She growled, as if the roles were reversed.

"There's nothing wrong with my powers. I saved your ass because you couldn't keep things under wraps and you nearly had—"

Before she could finish her sentence, I pressed my lips against hers, wanting to erase the frustration that we both had about our situation.

I realized, as I could feel her heart beating out of control, I was the one who brought out the animal in her.

"You shifted with me. Not them. Only me!" I reminded her as I pulled away.

I wanted to see her sexy body underneath the lingerie. My lips moved to her nipples, which were hard and screaming out my name to suck them.

No more was she growling. Now soft purrs were escaping her lips as she pulled at my belt, wanting to take off my pants.

"I'm different. I'm not like my brothers," I growled as we moved toward the bed.

I took off her lingerie, and she was naked, ready for me to take her. I ripped off my shirt and threw it on the floor. Then, I lifted up my legs as my pants dropped to my ankles. The only thing missing was thrusting my cock into her dripping pussy.

"You don't need to tell me," she panted as she moved to the center of the bed. I was hovering over her, trying so hard to resist shoving my cock into her.

"I don't feel with you, the way I do with them. There's a side to me… One that I never knew existed… and I fucking hate it."

"You’ve got a filthy mouth."

She sighed. "I know, and that's all down to you too. I don't want to be this aggressive person who acts on impulse. I want to be in control. Now, fuck me!"

"Your wish is my command."

I couldn't hold back anymore, besides my cock was so hard that it felt as if it was going to explode. Fagua did that to me. There was no doubt that she was my mate. She always made me crave her more than I had any other woman, and for one reason only.

I did what I did best as I used one hand to hold her firmly and the other to guide my cock into her pussy. It slid in easily because she was so wet. The tension between us was so much as I thrust gently inside her, but then kissed her like the queen she was to me. I wanted to love her and show her how much she meant to me. This wasn't just about sex; this was so much more than that.

"Fuck me harder!" she cried, as if she didn't want me to be gentle, and I loved and hated her for it. I wanted to take her deeper, not treat her like a delicate flower.

She demanded that I do it harder and harder. The more she craved, the more I growled. I pumped hard and fast into her. The bed bounced up and down on the floor with how hard I took her.

"You want it harder?" I snarled as I pulled my cock completely out of her, ready to pump her even deeper.

"Harder!" she encouraged me.

Every time I asked, the deeper she wanted, as if I couldn't satisfy her and she kept challenging me. I felt as if we were going to a different level, one that I wasn't comfortable with, so I backed away from her.

"What the fuck?" she yelled out. "Where the hell are you going?"

I grabbed my pants off the floor, leaving my shirt behind, and then like a gust of wind, she was behind me.

"You're not done. I haven't come yet."

I shook my head. "No. You haven't."

"Fuck you, Husk. I'll go find Winter. He'll know how to do it," she snapped.

She said it to hurt me as she stormed out of her room to go look for Winter. Every time we had a balance, and I felt as if we were going in the right direction, we seemed to cross that line. The one that made all the hurt and pain from the past rise to the surface. I didn't know how to stop it, but there wasn't time to work it all out. I just hoped that her magic was back to normal. That was the only way we would get through this. All the rest maybe would come in time. But I felt tired. Too tired to think about that right now.