Page 19 of A Surrender Of Hope

I feel the stretch and burn as he forces my body to accept his, not willing to wait any longer for me to get used to his size. My muscles spasm and squeeze around his cock as he pulls back, then miraculously drives himself deeper. His hips piston into meat a brutally fast pace, filling the ache inside of me as he moans, the sound encouraging me to push myself back on him.

“Oh, my God,” I say as I shake under his touch, his hand moving to collar the back of my neck. Nox releases another guttural moan.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he growls, snapping his hips forward with each word. His hips pull back and snap forward, making me cry out as he sinks further in. My eyes water as pleasure sweeps through my body, heat rippling from me as his black magic swirls around me, moving over my heated skin down my arms and wrapping itself around my wrists. I can feel something between us, connecting us in every way as Nox prowls over me.

“I’m going to come,” I pant out, trying to move my hands, but Nox’s magic has full control, not letting me move an inch.

“Not yet,” he demands, and I almost growl at his words.

“What?! I can't stop that!” I argue back, straining against his magic. Nox releases a dark chuckle just before I feel his hand come back down on my ass again, causing my inner walls to clamp down around him, my release building to impossible levels. My back bows and Lennox’s cock swells inside of me, dragging against my inner walls. My fingers claw at the blankets I can reach as Nox curses, reaching under me, strumming my clit, and prolonging the punishing waves of pleasure. He suddenly pinches my sensitive bud, making me scream as I orgasm hard and fast around him.

He groans, releasing a breathy, “Fuckkkk,” as he stills above me, his breathing heavy as my body turns to jelly under him. “I said not yet,” he snarls, his hips snapping into me, making my legs quiver.

“You shouldn’t have pinched my clit then. You damn cocky Viking!” I snap back, then gasp as he pulls completely out of me, my fluttering sex clamping down on nothing, making me feel so damn empty. “Nox!” I shout as he picks me up like I weighnothing, flipping me onto my back, his eyes alight with a gleam I’ve never seen as he lowers his face, bringing it level with my exposed cunt.

“Hmm. Fine, let’s see how many I can get out of you. Shall we? Now, be a good girl, and come for me again,” he whispers just as his hot tongue licks from my clit to my ass and back again.

“Holy shit!” I cry out, head rolling to the side, hands moving and weaving them into Nox’s hair, gripping onto him like he’s a lifeline. His hands move up my body, cupping my breasts just before he rolls my nipples between his fingers, making my back arch up off the bed. His tongue licks and sucks at my clit, then slides lower and pushes into my throbbing cunt. This time, when I come, I do it with Lennox’s name on my lips, my body seizing, powerless against the storm of pleasure.

Nox crawls over me, his lips taking mine in a savage kiss, muffling my screams as he lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist. He notches himself back at my entrance and, in one pulse, thrusts back into me.

A long, satisfied groan falls past my lips as he tears his mouth from mine, allowing me to breathe as he fucks into my body. I stare up at him, his black hair is wild, matching his crazed eyes and corded muscles. His hands are planted on either side of my head, his body rolling into mine like we’re performing a dance only we know, and there’s an intimacy between us, his eyes locked with mine, our bodies connected. I both love and hate how vulnerable it makes me feel. I know I can trust Nox with my life, but this is hitting emotions so much deeper than I thought he had for me.

I look away, not sure how to handle it, but in an instant, Nox grabs my chin, forcing me to look back at him. “Eyes on me, Little Demon,” he whispers, sweat gleaming on his tanned skin, his chest heaving in time with my own. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hitch my ankles at the top of his ass, allowinghim to pump into me deeper and deeper, the wet sounds of our fucking echoing in the room around us.

My pussy starts to flutter around his cock, and he leans close, nestling into my neck. I pant as he jerks inside me as I arch my hips and clench as hard as I can around him, setting off my next orgasm with an intensity that blurs my vision, making him throw his head back and roar his release, hot cum filling me as he jerks inside of my body. Wave after wave of utter bliss washes over me as black magic dances along my skin, moving from me to Nox and then back again. Binding us so close together that I don’t know where I end and he begins.

Nox groans, his arms shaking as he collapses on me, cursing as he catches himself, then rolls to make sure he doesn’t completely pancake me under him. His movement makes his still hard length slide from my battered sex, and I groan as his big arms wrap around me, bringing my back to his front as he curls around my body protectively.

“That was…” I trail off, not sure what to say. “Good,” I say, then cringe. Fuck that was awkward.

That was good? Really? That's all I can come up with?

Mind-blowing, amazing, life-altering—all of those words would have been better descriptors, but to be fair, they would only inflate this man’s ego more, and he definitely doesn’t need that. My eyes flutter shut as Nox snorts in amusement, and I feel his lips press against the back of my neck.

“Thatwasgood, and you weren’t too bad yourself. Color me impressed,” he teases, chuckling when I elbow him in the gut.

“When I can stand without my legs shaking, I’m totally kicking your ass for that comment,” I threaten, exhaustion flooding me as I relax into his warm body.

“I’ll look forward to it,” he whispers back, his body melting into mine. I tense for a moment, a flicker of worry threadingthrough my mind, but Nox shakes his head, somehow knowing what I’m concerned about.

“Valen is still asleep and relaxed; Creed is with him. I promised you I would watch over him, and I will. Get some sleep, Meyer. I’ll make sure everyone is safe until you wake back up,” he promises. For once, I listen to him without argument, falling into a deep and restful sleep.

TEN

Valen

The darkness swirls around me. The never-ending pit of nothing that I’ve been trapped in for far too long goes on and on with no end in sight. I stopped trying to keep track of the time I’ve been stuck here ages ago, resigning myself to the fact that this is all that’s left for me.

When I’m not floating in a perpetual night, I’m in horrendous agony as the bastards who captured me harvest my magic, taking it directly from my blood. It would be almost worth the pain if they allowed me even the faintest flicker of light, but no. I have to suffer through the pain, which is the only anchor I have to the real world while floating in nothingness. Pain is now my life; without it, I wouldn’t know if I still existed. So maybe it’s something I should be grateful for?

Originally, I started practicing my magic, trying to use it up while mastering every spell I put off during my travels with my brothers. That way, I could kill the mortal Hunters who kept me locked away. But I stopped trying after I mastered every spell I knew. I stopped caring that I not only completed some of the most advanced spells that a Dream Walker could perform, but created new ones of my own. Now my only wish was for thedarkness to finally end. Even though it would mean my death, at least there would be no more pain and I would get to move on. I would get to do more than just exist.

“Valen, wake up,” a familiar voice says, and I frown, darting my head back and forth. Is someone else trapped in here with me? Had the Hunters captured another poor soul? “Valen! Wake up before Meyer roasts my balls for trapping you in a nightmare. Shit! Come on, man. I was only trying to help.”

As I look around me, I turn my body, the sense of gravity and space completely gone. Something akin to fear strikes my chest, not for myself, but for the man talking to me. His voice is familiar; I don't want him trapped in this hell. Death is a better option, one I would gladly welcome at this moment. When I don’t hear the voice again, I convince myself that my mind has finally cracked, allowing insanity to rule in favor of desperation.

A sudden burst of light makes me gasp, marveling at the bright white of the glow. I almost give myself whiplash as I try to get to the light, the desire to feel sunlight on my face is an indescribable need, one that echoes bone deep. The light grows slowly, encompassing me in a snow-cloud-covered day. I stare up in wonder at the cold snow flakes drifting down from the sky.

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