Chapter 51 FIFTY-ONE

Chapter 51 FIFTY-ONE
J A D E

As the morning sun rose over the city, he finally started to show signs of improvement. His breathing became less ragged, his skin less flushed.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, dabbing his forehead with the wet towel.

"Better," he croaked, his eyes still closed. "Thank you."

"You scared me," I admitted, letting out a shaky breath. "You needed to have seen the state you were in. I was thinking about calling an ambulance."

"I'm glad you didn't," he said, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Can you imagine? They'd lock me up and throw away the key."

"They'd do more than that," I said, grim. "They'd experiment on you. Turn you into a lab rat."

He opened his eyes, his gaze piercing. "You'd let them do that?"

"No," I said, shocked. "Of course not. Why would you even say that?"

He shrugged, a sheepish look on his face. "You seem pretty disgusted with what I am. It's a valid concern."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Look, Markov. I'm still mad at you. Really, really mad. But that doesn't mean I'm okay with seeing you tortured and experimented on. You don't deserve that."

"But you hate monsters," he said, his voice low.

"Yeah," I admitted. "But I have humanity. We once shared a bond, even if it was only for a short while. And no matter what, I won't turn my back on someone who needs help. Even if it's a monster."

A look of surprise crossed his face, then it was quickly replaced by something softer, something warmer.

"You're an amazing person, Jade," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I don't deserve you."

"Actually, yes. You don’t. Not after everything you've done."

His expression darkened, a smirk on his face as his eyes roamed my body. I was too busy taking care of his through the night that I didn’t realize I was only wearing a thin tank top and a short pajama.

"You have no idea how hard it is not to kiss you right now," he said, his voice low and seductive.

"Don't you dare," I warned, but there was no heat behind my words. My treacherous body was already responding to him, my nipples peaking against the fabric of my tank top.

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, trust me, Jade. I dare. But not now. Not when you're so vulnerable."

"Vulnerable?" I scoffed, trying to ignore the way my body was reacting to his nearness. "I'm not vulnerable. I can take care of myself."

"Oh? So you mean if I touch those hard nipple of yours, you won't scream in pleasure? If I slide my hand between those legs of yours, you won't moan and beg for more?"

The image of him doing exactly that was so vivid, it was almost like he was doing it.
"Stop," I said, my voice shaky. "You're just doing this to annoy me."

"Or is it because you're afraid? Afraid of what your body wants, what your mind craves?"

"Stop," I repeated, hating the way his words were affecting me.

"Say it, Jade," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Say that you want me."

"Fuck you," I spat, but it lacked conviction.

He smirked, his eyes flashing with amusement. He pulled closer to me, the wet towel I kept on his head falling down, and I was well aware of his unbuttoned shirt.

"No," he said, his voice husky. "Fuck you, Jade. Fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name."

He leaned forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned against him, unable to resist the flood of desire coursing through my veins.

"Markov," I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders. "We can't do this."

"Yes," he growled, his hands sliding up my thighs. "We can."

I should have pushed him away, should have ended the madness. But instead, I gave in. I surrendered to the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface since the moment we met.

He kissed me with a passion that left me breathless, his hands exploring every inch of my body. My hand slid under his shirt, the heat from his body radiating onto my palms.

I felt the familiar tingle of his skin, the energy coursing through his veins, and I moaned, my hips bucking against his.

"God, Jade," he groaned, his fingers tracing circles on my thighs. "You're driving me crazy."

"Please," I begged, my nails digging into his flesh. "I need you."

"Patience," he murmured, his lips trailing a path of fire down my neck.

His tongue darted out, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, and I cried out, my head thrown back. He continued his slow exploration, his hands and mouth driving me wild with desire.

He pinched my nipple through the fabric, and a sharp pain shot through me. But it was a good kind of pain, a delicious torture that had my hips grinding against him.

"Tell me what you want, Jade," he commanded, his voice a low growl.

"I want you," I gasped, my body trembling with need. "All of you."

"Good girl," he praised, taking off my tank top.

He cupped my breasts, his thumbs rubbing the aching buds, and I arched into him, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Open your eyes," he ordered, his voice firm. "I want you to look at me when I make you come."

I did as he said, our gazes locked as he shifted my short to the side, and slipped a finger into my dripping pussy.

"Markov," I breathed, the sensations overwhelming me.

He pumped his finger in and out, his thumb brushing against my clit. I was panting, my body thrashing against him.

"That's it," he coaxed, adding another finger. "Let go for me, Jade."

I came with a scream, my body shuddering in pleasure. He continued to stroke me, drawing out the orgasm until I was spent, boneless in his arms.

"God," he murmured, his face buried in the crook of my neck. "You're so fucking beautiful."

I didn't answer, too lost in the aftermath of my climax. He kissed me softly, his lips brushing against mine. He laid me on the bed, and I felt his body pressed against me.

He was hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He moved against me, his hips grinding into mine, and I gasped, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

"I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, his breath hot on my skin.

He removed the remaining clothes, and I was naked in front of him, completely exposed. He stared at me, his eyes filled with desire.

"I can't wait to taste you," he said, his voice rough with need.

His warm mouth covered my left nipple, and I cried out, the sensation too much. He swirled his tongue around the aching bud, before sucking it into his mouth.

"Markov," I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

"I want to make you feel good, Jade," he murmured, his hands exploring every curve of my body. "Will you let me?"

"Yes," I breathed, my body trembling.

He kissed a path down my stomach, his lips grazing the skin. He paused at my belly button, teasing it with his tongue, and I whimpered, my hips arching toward him.

He moved lower, his tongue flicking against my clit, and I cried out, my fingers clutching the sheets.

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned, his tongue plunging into my wetness.

I was delirious with pleasure, my body quivering as he lapped at my juices. He brought his thumb up, pressing it against my clit, and I saw stars, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"Oh, god," I moaned, my voice shaking.

His tongue circled my clit, the pressure building inside me, and I knew I was close.

"Come for me, Jade," he demanded, his voice firm.

I exploded, my body quaking as the orgasm washed over me. I was drowning in ecstasy, every nerve ending in my body alive with pleasure.

I floated back down to earth, my breathing ragged.

He climbed up, kissing me deeply, and I tasted myself on his lips. It was a heady sensation, knowing that he had made me come so hard, had brought me to the brink of madness.

His big cock was rock hard against me, and I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him filling me.

"Markov," I gasped, my hips grinding against him. "Please. I need you."

"Tell me," he demanded, his eyes blazing with lust.

"I want you," I breathed, my hands gripping his shoulders. "Please. I need you inside me."

He smirked, his fingers brushing against my swollen lips.

"You're a little minx," he murmured, his hand stroking his huge cock. I swear they grew longer, the more he stroked himself. "You'll have to ask nicely, Jade."

I whimpered, the need coursing through me. I had never wanted anything more in my life. My mouth watered, not realizing how much I’d missed feeling him inside me, feeling him stretching me to the max, feeling him fuck me so hard and fast that I saw literal stars and forgot everything but his name.

"Please," I begged, my voice a desperate whisper. "Please, Markov. Fuck me."

"Good girl," he murmured, and slowly, inch by delicious inch, he slid inside me.

It was an exquisite torture, the feeling of him stretching me, filling me. I was trembling, my body shaking as he sheathed himself inside me.

"God, Jade," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "You're so fucking tight."

I could barely form a coherent thought, the sensations overwhelming me. His cock was buried deep inside me, the pressure building as he started to move.

I cried out, the sound lost in the haze of pleasure. He started out slow, he felt so deep inside me, stretching my walls, that it took all I had to stay conscious.

"You're fucking perfect," he growled, his hips picking up speed.

"Markov," I moaned, my body writhing beneath him. "Oh, god."

"Yes," he grunted, his cock slamming into me.

I was losing control, the feeling of him inside me driving me crazy. I was hurtling towards the edge, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I tumbled over.

"I'm gonna come," I gasped, my body arching toward him.

He reached between us, his thumb circling my clit, and I exploded, waves of pleasure washing over me.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his hips grinding against mine. His pace was punishing, his cock pistoning in and out of me.

He was a beast in bed, and how I was able to take all that cock, was beyond me. He was an animal, the sounds escaping his mouth, the way he slammed his cock into me.

And just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he roared, his body tensing as he came inside me. The feeling of his seed flooding my insides sent me over the edge again, and I came with a scream, my body shaking with pleasure.

"Holy shit," I panted, my heart racing.
He chuckled, his voice hoarse. "I know."

He collapsed on top of me, his body heavy and sweaty. We lay there for a while, catching our breath, our bodies entwined. He was still inside me, his cock softening.

The realization of what we had done hit me with full force. My heart sank, my mind reeling.

"Oh, god," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice.

"We didn't use protection," I said, dread washing over me.

"Oh," he murmured, realization dawning on him.

"Yeah," I said, the weight of the situation settling in. "Oh."

"Well, it's not a big deal," he said, his voice surprisingly calm.

"How can you say that?" I asked, shocked. "This is a huge deal!"

"I mean, if I was a normal lycan, then yeah. It would be. But I'm not. So it's not."

"I don't understand," I said, confused.

"Jade," he said, pulling me closer. "I can't get you pregnant. Not with what I am. It’s part of my curse."

"Are you sure?" I asked, relieved but still a bit nervous.

"Yes," he assured me. "Trust me, I'd be the first one to know if I could."

I sighed, letting the news sink in. "Thank god."

"Don't thank god," he said, a smirk on his face. "Thank me. After all, it was my amazing skills in the bedroom that brought us to this point."

My mood switched, and I immediately put a hand on his chest, pushing him away.

"This shouldn’t have happened. You're a monster, Markov."

"A monster you just fucked," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

I ignored him, trying to gather my thoughts. I was a mess. A confused, conflicted mess.

"Look, Jade," he said, his expression serious. "I know you're mad at me. And I can't blame you. But you need to understand something. This," he gestured between us. "Is bigger than our petty disagreements. There's something between us. Something special. You can deny it all you want, but it's true."

"I barely know you, well I thought I did." I argued, even though I knew he was right.

"That's bullshit, and you know it," he said, his gaze piercing. "There's a connection between us. We both felt it the first time we met. It's what drew us together, what makes us work."

"Say what you want, but this changes nothing. I can't be with a monster. Not after what they've done to me, to my family. This should never have happened. I should have pushed you away, should have never fell for your charm. But I did, and I can't go back. I'm a fool, and this is a mistake. But it won't happen again. You and I are done."

"That's where you're wrong, Jade. This is only the beginning."

I stood up and walked away from him, the feeling of his eyes burning into me.

I needed space, needed to think. Needed to figure out what the hell was going on in my life.

And the only way to do that was to put some distance between us. To push him away. Even if it killed me.

Because if I didn't, I was afraid I'd fall even deeper into the rabbit hole, and there would be no way back.

I quickly put on my clothes, avoiding his gaze.

"I’ll be in the living room," I said, my voice shaking.

"Jade," he pleaded, his voice desperate.

But I didn't turn around. I couldn't. If I did, I would lose the fragile control I had on my emotions.

I left the room, his name echoing in my mind.

What the hell was I doing? Why was I acting this way?

I was a mess. A complete and utter mess.

And I had no idea how to fix it.