Chapter 24 Cock, Balls, Ass and All
INDIE
Zade's hand halted on my breast, his thumb resting over the tight bud of my nipple. His other arm stayed locked around my waist, keeping me pinned between his spread thighs.
"I've made up my mind," he repeated. "I'm making you my Luna. Officially. In front of the entire pack. No more hiding, no more half-claims. You wear my mark, you stand at my side, and you carry my title."
My lungs forgot how to work.
Luna.
His Luna.
I twisted in his hold, trying to face him fully. "Zade... no."
His brows snapped together. "No?"
"You can't do that." My voice cracked. "We're still—"
He caught my chin between his thumb and his forefinger, turning my face to his. Violet eyes bored straight through me.
"Still what?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft. "Siblings?"
I swallowed hard. "Yes."
He exhaled through his nose, the sound almost amused. Then he leaned in until our foreheads touched.
"Officially?" he murmured. "We haven't been siblings since the day your mother signed the divorce papers and my father tore up the adoption decree in front of the council. I had it nullified years ago, Indie. Legally, publicly, irrevocably. There is no paper trail that says we're anything but strangers who grew up under the same roof for a handful of years. And even if there was—" His thumb stroked along my jaw. "—I'd burn every last document in existence before I let that word stand between us again."
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure he could feel it.
"You... you already sorted that out?"
"Years ago." His gaze never wavered. "The second I realized what you were to me, I made sure nothing on paper could ever call it wrong."
Tears stung my eyes.
I lunged forward and wrapped both arms around his neck, hugging him so tightly I felt the steady thunder of his pulse against my chest.
"I know you want to make me your Luna," I whispered into his skin. "I want it too. More than anything. But not yet. I'm still... unsteady. I need to be stronger. I need to train—really train. I can't stand beside you as your equal if I'm still the weak girl who needed rescuing every single time."
Zade went motionless for a moment.
Then his hands slid up my spine, his fingers splaying wide over my shoulder blades. He pulled me even closer until there was no space left between us.
"Fine," he rasped against my ear. "But I won't wait forever, Bunny."
Before I could answer, his mouth crashed down on mine.
I moaned into the kiss, my fingers knotting in his hair as he devoured me. His hands roamed down my back, then up again, slipping under the hem of his button-down I was wearing. Rough palms dragged along my spine, raising goosebumps.
He broke the kiss only long enough to speak against my lips.
"The feelings of others don't matter to me." Another bruising kiss. "The pack can whisper. The elders can choke on their traditions. Enid can smile her poison smile until her face cracks." His teeth grazed my bottom lip. "I'm not ashamed of you. Never have been. Never will be."
A tear slipped, rolling down my cheek. He caught it with his tongue, licking it away like it was something precious.
Then he moved.
Strong arms lifted me, turned me, and manoeuvred me onto the bed in one fluid motion. My back hit the mattress. He followed me down, caging me with his body, his mouth already descending on my throat.
He sucked hard over the bite mark he'd left yesterday, claiming it again and darkening it. I arched, whimpering.
His hands shoved the shirt up and off in one impatient yank. Cool air hit my skin a second before his mouth closed over one nipple.
He sucked hard, his tongue flicking while his teeth grazed just enough to sting. My back bowed off the bed. Pleasure arrowed straight between my legs.
"Zade—"
He switched to the other breast, kneading the first with rough fingers while his mouth ravaged the second. Suction. Swirls. Gentle bites. Over and over until my thighs shook and slick coated the insides of them.
I came like that, blindingly, from his mouth on my breasts alone. A hoarse cry tore out of me as my hips jerked, pleasure crashing through every nerve.
He didn't stop.
He kissed a trail down my stomach, hooked his fingers in my panties, and shimmered them down my legs.
Then his mouth was on me. He spread me open with his thumbs and devoured.
Tongue plunging deep, lips sucking my clit, growling vibrations against swollen flesh. I screamed his name, my fingers knotting in his hair, my hips bucking helplessly.
He ate me out recklessly.
Two long fingers slid inside, curling, pumping, and stroking that devastating spot while his tongue lashed my clit without mercy.
The second orgasm hit me without warning.
My legs shook violently, my thighs clamping around his head as I screamed again, my back arching so hard I nearly levitated off the mattress. My release flooded his mouth, and he drank every drop with a guttural groan.
He didn't let the pleasure cease. His fingers kept moving and his tongue kept circling until I was writhing and moaning his name like a prayer.
"Zade—please—too much—"
He lifted his head just enough to speak, his sexy lips glistening. His eyes were black with hunger.
"Do you want to be fucked, Bunny?" he purred. "Want my cock splitting you open until you feel it in your throat?"
I nodded frantically, tears of overstimulation slipping down my temples.
"Yes—yes—please—"
He flipped me in one quick motion until I was on my hands and knees.
I barely had time to brace myself before he lined up and drove in.
One brutal thrust buried him to the hilt.
I screamed again, the stretch burning so good that my vision went white. He felt enormous, scraping at my convulsing walls.
"Fuck," he snarled, his hands clamping my hips hard enough to bruise. "So tight. So wet. Made for me."
He pulled out agonizingly slow, then he slammed back in.
Again. And again.
Each thrust punched the air from my lungs, his cock dragging over every sensitive spot until stars burst behind my eyes.
"Feel that?" he growled, leaning over me, chest to back, one hand sliding up to palm my breast again. "That's me owning every fucking inch of you."
I sobbed his name, pushing back to meet every punishing stroke.
He fucked me harder and faster, his hips snapping, his balls slapping wetly against me.
My mouth dropped open, my eyes nearly rolling back into my head with each smack of his balls. I was close. So fucking close.
I gnashed my teeth as my body began to tremble, the tightness in my belly growing as he pounded his monster cock into my pussy.
"Gonna fill you up," he rasped. "Gonna mark you from the inside so deep you'll feel me for days."
The third orgasm slammed into me without warning.
My walls clamped down, milking him. Animal sounds slipped from my lips as my body vibrated so hard that my ears rang. He fucked me through it, a longer climax stealing my breath away. He groaned deeply, his thrusts turning erratic.
Then he buried himself as deep as possible and came with a guttural curse, flooding me with heat.
Golden flames erupted from my skin, wrapping around us both like a cocoon of light.
We collapsed together, panting and trembling.
He stayed inside me, softening slowly, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder.
"Mine," he whispered against the bite mark.
I closed my eyes, moaning as his cock pulsed inside of me.
"Yours," I breathed.
...
Sleep came in fragments, like sinking into warm black water. My body was limp against the mattress, Zade's scent still wrapped around me, his arm slung possessively over my waist even in my dreams.
But the dream shifted.
The packhouse bedroom dissolved.
I stood in a vast, shadowed hall. There were no windows or doors. Only a single red light.
A man stepped out from the darkness.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in tailored black clothes. His hair was a pure white, swept back from a young face. High cheekbones, a cruel mouth, and eyes the colour of the sky. He was eerily beautiful.
When he smiled, chills slid down my spine.
"Indigo," he said. "We finally meet."
I took a step back.
"Who are you?"
"Varak." He inclined his head like we were being formally introduced at a ball. "And you, little Flamekeeper, are going to become my finest weapon."
My heart slammed against my ribs.
"Weapon?" The word sounded wrong in my mouth. "For what?"
He circled me slowly, his hands clasped behind his back.
"To rid me of a stubborn, rebellious little problem." His smile sharpened. "A woman named Enid."
"Enid?" My voice cracked. "Why me? Why would I—"
Varak stopped directly in front of me. Close enough that I could smell his cologne or...scent?
"So that, when the dust settles," he said softly, "there will be only one person left to eliminate before I reclaim what is mine."
I stared at him.
"What?"
His blue eyes glittered with dark amusement. He leaned in until his lips nearly brushed my ear.
"Didn't he tell you?" he whispered. "About the man who owns him? Cock, balls, ass and all?"