Chapter 64 Head over heels
Eryx
The shower water had turned lukewarm long ago, but the chill barely registered against the inferno raging between us. Steam still clung to the air, thick and hazy, like the fog of war in my mind—every thought narrowed to her, to Nyx, pressed against me.
My arms were iron clamps around her slender waist, my broad chest sealed to the curve of her back, every inch of my skin screaming for more contact. My cock throbbed painfully, nestled insistently against the cleft of her ass, demanding entry, demanding everything.
I’d scrubbed her relentlessly, erasing every last trace of that filthy elder’s touch, that dead pig’s stench from her porcelain skin until she gleamed like polished obsidian under the dim bathroom lights. Now, the only scent was mine—musk and pine and raw possession—trying to overwrite the world, to drown out any memory of anyone else who’d dared to look at her.
But it wasn’t enough. Gods, it would never be enough. Not until I was buried deep inside her, not until I’d carved my claim into her soul so profoundly that no fantasy, no lust-crazed demon, no self-righteous court could ever whisper that she belonged to another.
The thought sent a feral growl rumbling from my chest, vibrating against her spine. She shivered in my hold, not from cold, but from the promise in that sound.
I spun her around in one fluid motion, her back meeting the tiled wall with a wet slap that echoed through the steam. Water cascaded over us in relentless sheets, tracing rivulets down her body—over the swell of her breasts, the dip of her navel, the dark curls between her thighs.
Her eyes met mine, molten amber glowing with an otherworldly fire, pupils dilated so wide they nearly swallowed the gold. She was a vision of sin and salvation, her incubus essence pulsing faintly beneath her skin, feeding on the raw desire pouring off me like heat from a forge.
“You won’t regret me using you, right?” Her voice was low, almost tentative, like she was testing the sharpness of a dagger against her own thumb. There was a vulnerability there, hidden under layers of seduction and power—a flicker of doubt that made my wolf howl inside.
I cupped her jaw with one hand, my thumb dragging slowly across her plump bottom lip, parting it just enough to feel the warmth of her breath. Her skin was silk under my callused fingers, and I wanted to bruise it, mark it, own it.
“No,” I growled, the word rough as gravel, laced with the primal edge of my beast. “Never. You’re mine to use, Nyx. And I’m yours to break.”
She searched my face for one endless heartbeat, her gaze piercing through me, stripping away the layers until she saw the raw, obsessive core. Satisfied—or perhaps resigned—she surged up on her toes and claimed my mouth.
Not a kiss. A conquest. Teeth clashed, tongues battled, hunger exploding between us like a storm. She bit my lip hard, drawing a sharp copper tang of blood that mingled with the water streaming down our faces.
I groaned deep into her mouth, the pain twisting into pleasure, and shoved my thigh between her legs, grinding against her slick, heated core until she gasped, her body arching involuntarily. The friction was torture—sweet, agonizing torture—and I could feel her wetness coating my skin, her arousal mixing with the shower’s spray.
I lifted her effortlessly, her lithe form weightless in my arms, pinning her higher against the wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist like vines, locking me in place, her nails raking down my back in fiery trails that burned like badges of honor. The scratches would heal fast—werewolf perks—but I’d savor the sting while it lasted, a reminder of her ferocity.
No teasing. No mercy. I notched the head of my cock at her entrance, feeling her pulse around me, and thrust up in one brutal, claiming stroke. She cried out—sharp, broken, utterly perfect—her inner walls clenching around me so tightly that my vision blurred white for a split second.
“Fuck—Nyx—” The word tore from my throat as I bottomed out, buried to the hilt in her velvet heat.
I fucked her against the tiles like I was trying to etch her into the stone itself. Deep, relentless thrusts, each snap of my hips driving a whimper from her throat. Water sluiced between our bodies, making every slide obscene—slick slaps echoing off the walls, the sound filthy and intoxicating.
Her breasts bounced with each impact, nipples pebbled and begging for attention. I leaned in, capturing one in my mouth, sucking hard while my hand pinched the other, rolling it between my fingers until she keened.
She clawed at my shoulders, nails digging into muscle, drawing blood that mixed with the water trailing down my back. She bit my neck, teeth sinking in just shy of breaking skin, and whispered filthy encouragements against my ear—“Harder, Eryx, make me feel it, own me”—until I was snarling, my hips stuttering as I chased the edge of oblivion.
Her incubus power hummed, drawing on my desire, amplifying it back to me in waves that made my blood boil.
But I wouldn’t come yet. Not like this. Not without sealing the deal.
I carried her out of the shower, still impaled on my cock, her body bouncing with each step. Water dripped off us in sheets, pooling on the floor as I kicked the bathroom door open with a crash.
She laughed—dark, delighted, a sound that twisted my heart and hardened my resolve—as I stalked, dripping, across the hardwood floors of the bedroom. The cool air hit our heated skin, raising goosebumps, but it only fueled the fire.
I didn’t make it to the bed. Not at first. The wall was closer, and I pressed her against it instead, her back sliding slightly on the smooth paint.
I fucked her standing, one hand braced beside her head to steady us, the other gripping her ass so hard my fingers would leave purple blooms she’d feel for days—marks she’d trace in the mirror later, smiling that wicked smile.
She rode me back, rolling her hips in sinful circles, clenching her inner walls around me like a vice, pulling me deeper until I was shaking, cursing under my breath, begging her name like a litany: “Nyx, fuck, Nyx—”
Her head fell back against the wall, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and I latched on, sucking a bruise into the skin just below her ear.
“Mine,” I growled against her pulse, the word vibrating through her. She moaned, her hands fisting in my wet hair, tugging hard enough to make my scalp tingle.
“Bed,” she panted against my mouth, her breath hot and ragged. “Now, Eryx. Take me to the bed.”
I obeyed—half because she commanded it, half because I needed more room to ravage her properly. I dropped us both onto the mattress, not pulling out, just rolling so she was on top for a moment.
She straddled me, grinding down, her hands on my chest as she rode me with abandon—hips undulating, breasts swaying, her amber eyes locked on mine with a possessive gleam that mirrored my own. Water from our bodies soaked the sheets, but who cared? This was our chaos, our storm.
Then I flipped her beneath me again, spreading her thighs wide with my knees, hooking her legs over my shoulders to open her completely. I took her deeper now, slower, deliberate.
Every thrust dragged against that sensitive spot inside her, the one that made her back bow off the bed, her eyes roll back in ecstasy. I watched her fall apart piece by piece—the way her lips parted on breathless moans, the flush creeping up her chest, the way her incubus aura flared, drinking down my desire, my obsession, my fucking devotion like nectar.
In return, her power coiled around me, tightening like invisible chains, binding us closer.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, my voice hoarse as I leaned over her, our faces inches apart. “So fucking perfect for me. No one else gets this. No one else touches you.”
My hand slid between us, fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts—slow, teasing pressure that had her trembling.
She was close—I could feel it in the flutter of her walls, the way her nails dug crescents into my forearms, drawing pinpricks of blood.
“Eryx—please—” Her plea was a whisper, but it shattered me.
I leaned down further, my mouth hovering over the soft juncture of her neck and shoulder. The wolf in me surged forward, fangs elongating slightly, the beast demanding its due.
I bit.
Hard.
Not a gentle love bite. A wolf’s claim—teeth sinking deep, piercing skin and muscle with a snap of magic that crackled like lightning between us. Electric, violent, binding.
Her blood flooded my tongue—sweet and metallic, laced with her essence—and in that instant, mine flooded her senses through the bond. The mate link ignited like black fire in my veins, searing through every nerve, every cell, forging an unbreakable tether.
She screamed—a raw, primal sound of pleasure and pain and something ancient, eternal. Her body seized around me, walls fluttering wildly, milking me as she came so hard her vision probably blurred.
The orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave, her power spiking and pulling me over the edge with her.
I roared against her throat, the sound muffled by her skin, as I spilled inside her—hot, endless pulses that filled her completely. My knot swelled at the base of my cock, locking us together in that intimate, animalistic hold, ensuring not a drop escaped.
Claimed. Bound. Hers. Mine.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours—panting, shaking, hearts thundering in sync through the new bond. The knot pulsed with our shared aftershocks, every twitch sending sparks of pleasure through us.
I licked the bite gently now, soothing the wound as it began to heal under my saliva’s magic, leaving a perfect crimson crescent that would scar faintly—a permanent mark.
Finally, when the knot eased enough, I rolled us sideways, keeping her pinned to my chest. One arm locked around her waist like a steel band, the other hand tangled in her damp, raven hair, fingers massaging her scalp in lazy circles.
She lifted her head slowly, her eyes glassy with post-orgasm haze, lips swollen from our kisses, throat marked vividly with my teeth. She looked wrecked—beautifully, gloriously wrecked—and it stirred something possessive in my gut all over again.
“A wolf and an incubus?” Her voice was husky, raw from her screams, but there was a teasing lilt to it now. “Do you understand the forbidden thing you’re allowing? The Dominion will hunt us for this. Courts will rage. Gods might smite us.”
I said nothing at first. Just stared at her, memorizing every line of her face—the sharp cheekbones, the full lips curved in a sly smile, the amber eyes that now held flecks of my silver wolf essence swirling in their depths. The bond hummed between us, a living thing, pulsing with our emotions—her curiosity, my defiance.
Then I leaned in, lips brushing the fresh bite, inhaling the mingled scent of us.
“Say the vow,” I murmured, my breath ghosting over the sensitive mark, making her shiver.
She went still in my arms, her body tensing slightly. “Eryx—”
“Say it.” My voice was a command, soft but unyielding, the alpha in me rising.
Her lashes fluttered, and something dangerous flickered in her gaze—fear mingling with hunger, acceptance warring with rebellion. But beneath it all, desire. For me. For this madness we’d ignited.
“I vow,” she whispered, her hand coming up to cup my jaw, thumb tracing the scar on my cheek from some long-forgotten battle. “To never feed on another without your blood first. To never let another dream of me without your teeth in their throat. To burn with you. To kill with you. To end worlds with you if they try to tear us apart.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with power. I sealed them with another kiss—slow, brutal, possessive. Our tongues danced lazily now, exploring rather than conquering, but the heat was still there, simmering.
The bond pulsed once, bright and final, like a star exploding in our shared souls.
Forbidden? Let the Dominion choke on their archaic rules. Let the courts send their assassins, the gods their thunderbolts. She was mine now—body, blood, and essence. And I’d rip out the throat of any god, wolf, or demon who tried to say otherwise.
But the night wasn’t over. The bond thrummed with fresh energy, awakening hungers we’d only scratched the surface of.
I pulled back from the kiss, my eyes darkening as I gazed down at her. “Again,” I growled, my hand sliding down her body, fingers dipping between her thighs to find her still slick, still sensitive.
She gasped, hips bucking into my touch.
“Already?” she teased, but her voice trembled with anticipation, her incubus side flaring to life, feeding on the renewed wave of my lust.
“Always,” I replied, flipping her onto her stomach with ease. I covered her body with mine, my weight pressing her into the mattress, my cock hardening again against her ass.
I nipped at her earlobe, whispering, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Until every inch of you screams mine.”
She arched back against me, a moan escaping her lips. “Prove it, wolf.”
I did.
Entering her from behind was like coming home—her heat enveloping me, her body yielding yet challenging. I set a punishing rhythm, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck for more bites, lighter this time, teasing. The other hand roamed—pinching nipples, stroking her sides, finally settling between her legs to rub her clit in firm circles.
She pushed back against me, meeting every thrust, her moans turning to cries as I drove her higher. “Eryx—gods, yes—harder—”
Her words dissolved into incoherence as another orgasm built, her walls tightening around me.
I leaned down, my chest to her back, mouth at her ear. “Come for me, Nyx. Let me feel you shatter.”
My fingers quickened, and she did—clenching, pulsing, her scream muffled by the pillow she bit into.
I followed soon after, knotting her again, the lock even more intense this time, our bond amplifying every sensation. We collapsed together, sweat-slicked and spent, but the intimacy lingered.
I traced patterns on her skin—lazy swirls over her back, her hips, the curve of her ass—whispering endearments in the old wolf tongue, words of possession and love intertwined.
Hours passed like that—fucking, resting, exploring. I took her on her knees, her riding me reverse, facing away so I could watch her ass bounce. We moved to the floor when the bed grew too soaked, her on her back with legs wrapped around me as I pounded into her, our eyes locked, souls bared.
Each time, the claiming deepened. Bites turned to licks, scratches to caresses, but the crazy intensity never waned. Her incubus fed voraciously on my endless desire, giving back power that made me feel invincible.
We laughed between gasps—dark, shared humor at the absurdity of our forbidden union—and whispered secrets in the quiet moments.
By dawn, the room reeked of sex and magic, sheets ruined, bodies marked in a tapestry of bruises and bites.
She curled into me, head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
“You’re insane,” she murmured, fingers tracing the knot scar that now mirrored hers in our bond.