Page 155 of Toxic

"Do you really want to have sex if you’re clearly so angry at me?"

"Yes."

I let my gaze roam over his face, then nodded slowly. "Fine. If that’s what you want, we can go to the bedroom now."

"If that’s what I want?"

"Isn’t that what you just said, you moved in only because I wanted it?"

"Fuck you!"

I smiled ruefully. How did it come to this? Did I let it happen? Was I to blame?

"In a minute. But first, we don’t always do what we want. Yesterday, you did something for me—something you didn’t want, but I wanted. You moved in here. Because of the promise of a better future, Soren. No matter how vague and almost impossible in your mind, you still did it. I think it’s only fair that I return the favor today. For the same promise. But there is a difference between us. For me, it’s not vague or fleeting. I think we can really work it out. We just need more time." As I said it, I smirked. "But now… back to work."

And then, without another word, I took one last step toward him, grabbed his waist, lifted him into the air, and threw him over my shoulder.

I carried him to the bedroom and set him on the floor in front of the long mirror that was there. Now he was facing it, with me behind him. My face surprised even me; it had a certain darkness to it, something primal and angry. Soren's eyes were wide open, staring at me expectantly. With a low growl, I lowered myself over his neck and bit his gland, no questions asked, no sounds made. Soren whimpered but didn't budge; helet me do it. My body shook from the small, semi-orgasmic wave, and he trembled in a similar way. When I pulled back my fangs, there was a bit of blood on my lips, dripping down his collarbones.

Our eyes met.

"Little naughty beta, I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before…" I growled, feeling like my feral alpha side was taking over. A strange wave shook me, and I saw my eyes change color in the mirror, becoming slightly reddish in hue.

My fingers slid between his ass cheeks, found the crease already wet with slick, and in one swift motion, I slid my digits inside his hole, three at once—Soren gasped in surprise at this invasion. No hesitation, I scissored him inside, stretching his hole wide, grazing his prostate, staring straight at him the whole time, and he looked back at me in the reflective surface, panting, lips parted.

The fingers of my other hand hooked into his jockstrap, and with a loud tear, I ripped it off in one motion, exposing him completely. His dick bounced up, fully hard, now swaying slightly from side to side. Its head was red and dripping with pre-cum. There was no doubt what he wanted.

"You want to be filled with dick, fucked like a slut?"

He grunted, as I grabbed his wrists and pressed them against either side of the mirror, pushing him closer to its surface. Now our faces were right next to the glass, and up close, he was even more beautiful. I studied him for a while with an appreciative look. His long, inky black lashes were so thick they looked like he had permanent makeup, and his dark pink, full lips were now parted and wet. He was truly unflawed.

"You're so fucking mine, mine forever, do you get it?" I growled into his ear, nipping at his earlobe and playing with his earrings with my tongue. "Should I kill everyone who dares to touch you, wouldn't that be the right thing to do?"

"Yes!"

My rock-hard tool slid over his crease, and I had to lower myself down on my spread legs to align my shaft with his hole. When I pressed it there, Soren gasped and moaned, "Do it! Fuck me, Skye, fuck me like you hate me…"

The words made me shudder, my eyes, now red, widened. "Do you consent?"

"Yes!"

Having his encouragement, I forced myself inside, bottoming out in the first move. Soren screamed and tilted his head back, his head landing on my shoulder. My thick meat widened and stretched his hole. For a moment, I stayed still, savoring the sensation of having Soren impaled on my rod, like on a roast. He stood on his tiptoes, his back arched hard, his narrow hips like a bow, straining, his eyelids clenched, his lips wide open, showing a bright pink inside, and… the sight was so satisfying. There was no stopping me now—I began to fuck him.

I did it with long, powerful, rolling thrusts, dicking him, pulling my whole cock out of his ass, only the tip staying in, then jamming it back in as it would go. The motion of my hips driving the whole rod in was perfectly regular, like a metronome. Soren was mumbling something breathlessly as I pounded into him, skin slapping skin, the rhythm increasingly fast. Soren’s body was almost lifted in the air by the sheer power of my thrusts, and he groaned from deep within. My hand roamed to his throat and the other to his hip, for a better grip, and I growled into his ear, "Mine!"

The next moment, I felt him go taut, climbing up and up to a peak of blinding pleasure. A strangled sound escaped his mouth as he came, the tremors and spasms rippling his hole, in the process milking and massaging the whole length of my cock. His cum literally gushed from his cock and splashed on the mirror. Long ropes hit it, sticky streaks patterning the surface…

The view was too much, and it flung me over the edge—pleasure tore through me too, in a dizzying rush of pure sensation. My throat gave a wild roar as I impaled him even deeper, and my knot expanded in seconds, tying us together, prolonging our orgasms. We both cried out again as pleasure shot through our bodies once more, erupting along our spines, as we gasped and shuddered on the wave of bliss…

My hips were now rolling slower, barely moving, unhurriedly massaging his uterine entrance. One hand was still on his throat, but not squeezing, just possessively resting there, and the other hand was stabilizing us by grasping his hip. Only then did I open my eyes, and he did too.

Despite the strange, toxic mood between us, my body was burning with desire and… tenderness.

"You belong to me, Soren," I whispered breathlessly into his ear, kissing under it, licking over his neck gland. His back and ass were slowly rubbing against me, as if he was a cat wanting even more full-body strokes.

Now, as we found ourselves in such close physical contact, my tension finally dissipated. Being inside him, I felt him even better, deeper. Just below the surface of arousal and desire—there it was, palpable: his despair, confusion, and desperation. His sense of helplessness, not knowing how to get out of the situation or how to deal with his emotions. And the overwhelming guilt he felt for Liam.

Over the years, Liam had always been there for him, and stood by his side unwaveringly. Everything Liam did was for Soren's benefit. And Soren not only betrayed him but made him promises he couldn't keep, stringing him along just in case his other relationships didn't work out. That's exactly how Soren felt at that moment—like the worst kind of traitor, like a cruel bitch, like someone rotten to the core.

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