Chapter 17 17
RANDOM FACTS: Riven is a masochist— but he doesn’t know this. And neither do any of you reading it (because it is now our little secret)
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Maybe it’s because my brain agrees to work this one time since I’m not having my heat or whatever the fuck it is, but I can taste his lips.
I can taste how soft they are, how… tasty they are as I suck on his lower lip, a frenzy hitting me when I bite into it and I hear him let out a small groan.
His blood fills my mouth, and the taste is better than anything I have ever had in my life.
I’m pushing him down to the bed, my knees giving way as I fall to the floor and begin pulling down his pants.
I stop only when his dick— cock. Because the size… seeing it in broad daylight is far more beautiful than any other thing I have ever seen.
It's not just big. It's perfect. Thick and long and curved slightly, the skin dark and smooth, the tip already glistening. My mouth waters. My whole body aches.
I look up at him. He's propped on his elbows, watching me with those gold-green eyes, and I still can’t read what he is thinking.
It is the same look Kael has had since he walked into her. Since I drove my favourite dagger into his chest hoping that he would get angry and fuck me so hard that I can’t think. Because I don’t want to think anymore.
I want a reason to hate him well enough to try everything I can to get rid of him.
“You should start. I am interested in seeing how this works.”
“Shut up.”
What am I doing? I have never initiated this type of thing on my own. People are always the ones coming after me. And he… he’s clearly not okay.
How did he even go inside me before? How can I walk?
I start to rise from the floor but I’m not even two inches off before my shadow suddenly curls around my neck, tightening hard as it drags me to the floor.
Kael doesn’t shift an inch from the position he’s in as he says with that same monotonous voice, “Three.”
His voice sends shivers down my spine, all the alarm bells in my head ringing loudly as goosebumps fill my skin.
“Two.”
A throaty gasp tears itself out of my lips as the thing around my neck chokes me, the pain hitting me like a drug as my hands reaching out, clutching at nothingness so I can try breathing again.
It doesn’t work.
“One.”
My body moves before I can stop it, my hands reaching out to hold the base of his cock as my mouth wraps around his tip.
The taste that hits me— salt and something spicy shoots up my body, my dick instantly hardening as I realize that I can barely fit him in from how big he is.
But Kael doesn’t care.
Before I can react, he’s sitting up, his hand reaching for my head before he shoves it down.
A gag erupts from my lips, tears instantly springing to my eyes as he hits the back of my throat while my drool pours all over him— but the second I hear the moan that leaves his lips, my dick pulses again, wanting more.
Needing more.
I can’t breathe, not with the monstrous thing inside me but it only makes it feel so good.
He thrusts himself faster inside me, my vision bearing dark spots. I feel like I’m already losing my mind, my soul floating away from my body but the sound of me slurping and the fact that I can’t move or do anything else while he fucks me like a ragdoll has me growing even more wet.
“Where is all your bravado?” His voice is lower, raspier.
His hand grips my hair, yanking me out of his cock with a pain that has me almost screaming out in pain though the sensation travels through my body, my dick thrumming so painfully that I’m sure I’m going to burst out anytime soon as he says, “Where is all your rage?”
“Still here.” I know I must look like a mess.
There’s drool all over my mouth and on my chest and I’m hard and every inch of body tells me to bite his hand and climb on top of him so he can straighten my back while his member rearranges my guts but I will never let him have it so easily. “Just doing all this to prove that you do not own me. I chose this. I chose to be here.”
“Choice?” His thumb starts to trail over my lips, and I almost lose my focus and give into the instinct of darting out my touch to taste him as he murmurs, "You speak of choice while your body responds to mine like a plant reaching for sunlight."
He tilts my chin up, forcing me to hold his gaze. "While your soul—" His eyes flicker to something beyond me, something I can't see, "It sings every time I touch you."
I want to argue. I want to bite his thumb off. I want—
He pulls me up from the floor like I weigh nothing, placing me on his thighs.
The body difference is the first thing that jerks me fully to reality. The fact that I am so tiny even now while I’m straddling him, his body hovering over mine as his now fully gold eyes stare at me makes me feel small.
And fragile.
I fucking hate it.
I feel something— his tendrils I’m sure curling up my back. Teasingly. Slowly. Goosebumps rise up from my skin, my chest feeling like it’s about to cave in as he stares at me, his voice calm. “You are trembling.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
The threat does something to my senses. Fizzes me out of existence. I fight back the need to moan, to tell him that is not how I want the game to go. I want to feel hurt so I’m no longer thinking.
I want to bite him till he’s bleeding again.
I want him to pin me with his dick and stop me from breathing.
I want so much it hurts.
Then he’s suddenly lifting me. “See? You have no choice.”
The sound I make comes out from the depths of my soul as I feel every inch of me being pulled apart. He doesn’t stop as he sinks me in, his cock inside me pulsing like it’s trying to make me erupt from my insides as I go lower.
And lower.
“Your existence. The entirety of it. Exists for only me.”
I start to shake my head but I can’t deny it. His pheromones are filling through my body, like some missing puzzle while pleasures of different sensations wreck my entire body, exploding every nerve in me as I try to shake my head and will whatever this is away.
“No.” My own voice sounds so pathetic.
So fucking pathetic.
“Liar.”
His hands grip my waist, shoving all of himself deeper as I hear myself choke on my breath. But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he moves me up and down on him, each torturous drag freezing my brain as he fills me up again and again, his voice digging into my brain. “I have no plans on ever being gentle with you, Riven. If you claim to have a choice in this arrangement, then you will leave.”
But he isn’t giving me a chance to.
He keeps fucking me, like he’s trying to write his name inside me. So I will never forget. So I can never leave.
And I like it so much.
“O-Oh.” Vibrations spread up my spine, my insides pulsing with ache and need as I look at him, “I h-hate you so much.”
“Cum.”
I want to tell him off. That that’s not how it works and he doesn’t control me. But my world goes white, my body convulsing as my orgasm tears through me without permission, without warning, without any say from me at all.
I'm still spasming around him when he flips us, pressing me into the mattress, and the new angle drives him deeper-if that's even possible.
My legs are around his waist before I tell them to move, my nails raking down his back before I decide to scratch, my mouth finding his shoulder before I choose to bite.
He tastes like copper and something older.
I like it.
I bite harder.
He rewards me with a thrust that punches the air from my lungs, a choked gasp leaving my lips as his voice drones out, ever so calm, vibrating through every inch of my body. “I will always own you, Omega. Your body knows this. And you know it as well.”
He says it like it’s a fact. Like the sky is blue and fire is hot.
The words start tumbling out of my mouth. “I need your cum filling me. I need you knotting inside me. I need… I need more. Fuck. Please. Please, Aranel —”
He stops.
Kael Veyne takes his cock out of me, the sudden hollowness making me feel like I’m suddenly being slammed to Earth as his hand chokes my neck. But it’s not the hot kind as I hear him growl. “How do you know that word?”