Page 45 of Vengeful Valentine

Pleasure wrapped symbiotically with the chilliness that seeped into my skin. The frigid air chilling my scorched nerves as he continued to lead me to my pleasure. Slowly, lethargically.

He was in no rush, taking his time and drawing out every thrust.

“I missed this. How you feel. The soft noises that escape you. Your impatience.” His voice was silky, fluid, with a harsh bite. Reminiscent of the man I knew Ace to be.

Ace and I had only fucked a handful of times before everything went to shit. And even less by choice. And after he was out, he agreed to wait until we reunited with the others.

One of his bulky hands moved to my ass, playing with me there. “Hawk got his first. What will Silas’s be? Will you give him your first child? What if I do it first?” Ace grumbled jokingly, but I could hear the jealousy.

We may have all come to an understanding, but I knew there would still be kinks to work out.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenged Ace.

He laughed acerbically. “Sometimes you forget, I am not the kind man you think me to be.”

That was the only warning I got before his lackadaisical soft motions turned to chaotic snaps of his hips. His cock pushed deeper than it was prior, causing my toes to curl and my nails to dig into his skin.

“I want to destroy you. To show you how it felt to be apart. To keep you trapped with me. Tied by blood and cum and the chaos of my fucking soul. I fucking love you, Ashmine.“ His erratic motions kept me from finding my release, too sporadic, but the pleasure was a vibration that pounded in my gut, threatening to spill out onto him.

The pressure turned to a need to…pee? Something I had never felt before. But I didn’t fight it, instead I let it flood me. Let it consume my nerves. I used one of my hands to push between us, pinching my own clit as he pulled all the way out to slam back into me again.

“Ace!” I screeched.

I spasmed, a full body contraction as a flood of wetness left me, ecstasy skittering across my nerves. A tsunami. This hadbeen a tsunami. He had pulled and tugged and teased me, taken me all the way out to sea. And now I was crashing down. An uncontrollable wave as I squirted on him and convulsed on his cock. His fingers dug into my skin as he found his own release.

It wasbliss.

“That’s not my name.” Silas’s voice was a husky whisper in my ear as he stepped in behind me. He didn’t bother with pleasantries as he yanked me off of Ace’s cock and out of my cozy tree hollow. “From now on out, you are mine to fuck, tobreed.”

I didn’t—couldn't—fight him. Not that I wanted to. He twisted me in his hold until we were face-to-face. I had one moment to observe Silas's attention hyper-focused on me before his length slid into me. I gasped in surprise, my eyes finding his through the glowing mask.

Ace grunted, but didn‘t say anything.

Silas stepped further away from the hollowed tree. He carried us two dozen feet to a nearby clearing, his cock still inside of me, my ass bouncing up and down on it as we went. His cock served to hold most of Ace's cum, but I could feel some trickling out. Freezing in the bitter weather.

I knew I had to be cold, but I didn't feel it. I was too wrapped up around Silas, intoxicated in his presence.

My back hit rough bark again as Silas leaned me against a tree at the edge of the clearing. The pleasure mixed deliciously with just a bite of pain.

"Ourprey? You want to pretend to be our prey after showing us that you are in fact the predator? I'll play this game with you, little girl. But you better be ready for it," Silas warned, and even though his face was covered, I could hear the mirth in his tone. Knew that he was smiling beneath.

Turning my head to the left, I watched Ace as he leaned back against another tree nearby, his pants were pulled most of the way up, leaving just enough space for his cock to remainuncovered. His hand came up to slowly stroke his length. The show was hypnotic and for a bit I just watched him. Ignoring Silas entirely.

“You’re too late. She squirted on my cock. I came in her. What if the baby is mine? What if they have my personality?” Ace taunted.

Silas’s grip shifted, and I dragged my eyes back to Silas's. He growled, clearly annoyed, his fingers digging painfully into my thighs. Shoving me further into the tree, he rolled his hips upwards driving into me. Staking his claim.

I welcomed it, welcomed our connection. Welcomed Silas’s rage.

His anger burned fiery and fast.

It was addictive.

He was aggressive as he worked me over, leaving no space for softness. Silas was hardened muscles, sharp angles, harsh feelings. His cock a barb as it pierced me over and over again. At the beginning of this, I had deemed to run to be chased through the woods. But now I couldn’t force myself to fight.

I didn’t want this to end.

“Fuck!” Silas exclaimed.

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