Chapter 38 38
RANDOM FACT: Riven… is not a wolf.
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His growl in my head rings like a siren, having goosebumps pour out from my skin. My heart is pounding so loudly that I’m sure I’m going to explode, but it doesn’t matter now, because he’s inside me and I finally can’t think of anything else but how good it is.
My claws dig into his skin as my ass arches, my hands wrapping around his neck to stable myself. Something in me has let loose, something that I don’t bother to hold back— and I like it.
‘Harder, Keeper,’
“Yes,” my own voice barely sounds like mine as I pound into him faster. Fuck, it feels like his dick is trying to choke every air out of me, but the pressure in my body grows to the point that all I can see and breathe is his cock. And I like it.
My hands go for his neck to choke him but he’s suddenly grabbing both of them and roughly pinning them behind my back.
Pain spikes up my shoulder, but it matters little when the shadows move over my chest. So fold. So fucking cold.
My cock hardens. It throbs and pulses and pleads for his attention. I watch his eyes move to it, watch as his gold eyes glow slightly in a way that has my ass tightening, another wave of pleasure as his voice rings through my head.
‘I can still read your thoughts,’
Oh, oh, fuck.
I can feel tears crowding my eyes. I want to feel ashamed. I want to tell him that he can go fuck himself, but the shadows in my nipples are twisting tighter, sending tiny pricks of sensations down to my dick— and now it’s straining. Hurting.
‘You like the pain. You want me to taste you. And at the same time, let you be.’
“No.” My voice is rough. “Fuck you. Fuck. You!”
‘Is that all you have?’
I spit on his face. I don’t know where that comes from or how I manage to do it, but all of a sudden, shadows swarm every inch of my body as I’m suddenly face flat, his head pushing me into the floor—
And a shadow tightly wraps around my tip.
Then he starts thrusting.
My vision turns black as I feel him move in and out, my body jerking with every thrust. The pleasure has my brain going blank, my entire body bursting with adrenaline as my cock pulses.
More. More.
He presses my head harder into the floor and then he spanks me.
Pain burns through my ass, and he does it again. And again.
My body is burning up, my world spinning. The pressure in my stomach feels so much— like I’m going to explode, like he’s trying to kill me.
‘Not kill you. Feed you.’
His shadows bristle at that word, swarming every inch of my body icily as his hand starts to squeeze the same flesh he’s been abusing. It hurts. It hurts so much that my hip starts moving into his, the cold and warmth of everything threatening to stop me from breathing.
I should hate him.
I do hate him.
Fuck. That’s it. I do. It’s just— he’s so big. He’s so terrifyingly big that I can’t concentrate on anything else but how easily he’s filling me, on how hard he’s fucking me like im his to break apart.
And it’s the same fucking pace. It’s the same fucking pace.
A sudden scent hits me. It’s different from his pheromones— no, this time it hits me like a train, waking something in my head. Every nerve in my body jolts awake, my body coming alive and—
I want to cum. I want to cum.
The shadow around my tip tightens hard in response. It hurts. It’s going to break my skin. I’m going to bleed—
He suddenly grabs me by the neck— his hand wraps around me so easily like I’m tiny and fragile— and he pulls me up. His thumb pushes into my mouth and his voice comes again, ‘Look at yourself’
I do.
And that… that is not me.
My… my skin is paler than it normally is, like porcelain and right on my head are horns… with a tail moving behind. My eyes are now a burning red, and his thumb in my mouth is now letting out blood because… because he pricked it on the fangs in my mouth.
No. No. That can’t— that can’t be—
‘You. Me. Same.’
No. Stop. No—
He starts fucking me again. It’s rougher . Harder. And his voice echoes through my head like he’s dripping it into my walls. ‘Just. Like. Me.’
The sweet scent has grown. It’s overriding my desire to think, filling some part of me I didn’t know I had. He pulls my head back and kisses me. I can taste his blood, he can taste it too but he’s kissing like he wants to swallow me whole.
Like he wants to keep me.
My hands reach for his hair and I grab it and yank it lower, forcing his tongue down my throat.
He groans into my mouth.
The scent threatens to stop my heart.
It’s like everything I have ever wanted has formed into one. Into only him, and I bite his lip.
He lets me. His blood drips down my chin and I want more. I want all of it. I want to drown in him until there's nothing left of this weak version of me that couldn't save anyone.
When he pulls away, my hand on his hair tightens. His gold eyes flare again— I’m beginning to understand it’s what it does when he wants to eat me, to devour every bit of my soul— and I whimper, “I like you fucking me.”
Words I didn’t think I would say, words I didn’t think I could produce— they fall out of my lips like desperation. His grip on my neck tightens. The scent grows. My eyes spin to the back of my head as I feel his hand on my cock.
Warm. Warm. Warm.
And then he starts jerking me off.
It’s rough. Too rough. His hand covers every inch of me as he twists, and turns. Like he knows everything he needs to do. And he does because his shadows are roaming through my head, feeding every word out of my brain.
Why have I been pretending? Why do I keep fighting?
“Ashgdj. Siidi. Wzbgsy.” Words. I’m trying to say words, but he’s playing my entire body like a violin, and all I can do is let out the words that I can tear out of my throat. Again. And again. And—
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming—”
My orgasm rips through me like a volcano erupting. My toes curl, my hand on his head clings tighter pathetically, my tail wraps around his thigh, and my vision goes black. And white. And red. And nothing. Nothing.
Except that scent. More of that scent.
He pulls out.
The emptiness hits me harder than any of the pain. I gasp, my body trying to chase him, to pull him back, and I hate myself for it. I hate him for making me want something so much that l'd beg for it.
But he doesn't give me the chance to beg.
He flips me over, his hand grabbing my cheeks as he digs his hands into it and his voice growls again in my head, ‘I do not remember giving permission for that, Keeper,’
Fuck.