Page 13 of The Wraith & Her Killer

“If your aim is to hurt me, I’m afraid you’re failing,” I taunt her, leaning up to lick the line of water at her jaw. She bears her teeth at me while she continues to gyrate, bringing us both closer to the edge of oblivion. I grip her wrists and press them deeper into my chest until the skin breaks. “If you’re going to mark me, make it count,Wraith.”

“Fuck you,monster,” she growls, her dark eyes locked onto where she’s starting to draw blood. Her next words are nothing more than a broken whisper full of pain. “I fucking hate you.”

I’ve never been one to dwell on emotions, but something inside of me snaps at her words. Before she can blink, I’m shoving to stand, keeping my cock firmly seated inside of her as I back her against a tree, knocking the wind from her lungs. I slam up into her and she screams out into the forest, but I slap a hand over her mouth and set a punishing pace.

“Every line you draw, I will fucking obliterate it like the monsteryou’vemade of me. Your emotions have no place here. Not now.” I thrust hard and she cries out around my hand. “The only thing I want you tofeelis my cock as it claims your pussy. The onlysoundI want to hear coming from your lips is the name of the man who melts your pain and pleasure into one.”

She whimpers as her pussy clenches so tightly around me that I practically see stars. Her hands tangle in my wet hair and she pullshard.Hard enough that she forces my head to tilt back and I have no choice but to face the downpour head-on. Her teeth meet my neckand she bites down, pulling a groan from my throat. She’s fucking vicious when she allows herself to be, and I revel in it.

I can tell she’s close. She’s panting and shaking, the walls of her pussy spasming around my cock with every harsh thrust.

I pull against her grip on my hair and look into her dark eyes. “You want to come?”

She just stares at me, her chin set in defiance.

Despite my own impending orgasm, I stop, causing her to grunt in frustration. She tries to grind against me, seeking friction, but I pin her harder to the tree, her back scraping against the harsh bark. “You want to come? All you have to do is say it.”

I can tell she wants to argue, but she wants to come more. I pull out and thrust back in, my piercings rubbing all the right spots apparently, because she releases one of the most pornographic moans I’ve ever heard. Butting my forehead against hers, I urge her on, nipping her lower lip.Thrust.“Come on, Odessa.”Thrust.“Say it.”Thrust.

Rain pours around us and the wind whips at our skin, chilling us to the core. Our breaths mix and just before I feel her clench around me again, her lips part.

“Adris—” is all I allow before my lips slam into hers and I claim every last piece of her that she may have kept hidden from me. Her wide eyes meet mine, a strange emotion taking over her features just before she explodes around me and I immediately follow, the sound of her orgasm swallowed down with every harsh kiss that claims her lips. My cock continues to pump its release deep within her walls as she spirals into oblivion within my arms.

I stand there, holding her, each of us catching our breath as the downpour pounds the ground around us, our breaths intertwining.

In a shocking moment of tenderness, Odessa cups my jaw in her delicate fingers, her dark eyes shining with unshed tears even in the dark of night. Her bottom lip quivers as her next words come out in a rough whisper. “I never wanted to leave, Adris.” Her eyes close andher head falls forward until it rests in the crook of my neck. “I didn’t want to leave you.”

It’s the last thing she says before her entire body goes limp, completely drained of energy and adrenaline. Like she didn’t just knock my entire psychotic little world off its axis.

Slowly, I make my way out of the woods towards Rune’s home, my cock still seated within Odessa’s now drenched pussy. Thanks to the powers that be, she only unzipped my jeans, or I’d be walking back with them firmly around my ankles. I’m not about to unsheath myself from her. Not when she feels this fucking good. I pull the soaking wet shirt further down to cover as much of Odessa’s ass as I can, to give her some decorum of modesty as I walk her unconscious body to a stranger’s home. My cock is already hard and ready to fucking go again, but I push the feeling down when I see Calix waiting patiently on the covered porch. I don’t miss the raging hard-on behind his sweats, and I have no doubts that he and Rune either saw everything from their cameras or heard her cries, even over the rain. He sees her sleeping form and wastes no time in grabbing one of the towels in his arms and draping it over her body, and the other around my shoulders.

I say nothing as he ushers me inside, her words echoing on repeat inside my head.

I didn’t want to leave.

I didn’t want to leave.

I didn’t want to leave you…

I need some fucking answers and I need themnow.

Odessa Kuznetsov belongs tome.Her life. Her death. Her every fucking breath has been mine. I’ll take great joy in ending every single motherfucker who kept her from me all these years.

8

You know what I like about Rune and Calix? The fact that they see some fucked up shit with me and they question absolutely nothing. So when I waltz into their home, drenched and covered in blood, mud, and cum? Rune just rolls his eyes and directs me to their guest bath to get cleaned up. Calix offers to help wash her after helping me out of my jeans and ripped tee, but then he sees where Odessa and I are still connected and his face breaks out in a fierce blush before he hurries from the room, adjusting his dick on the way out.

Usually, sharing isn’t an issue, as he and Rune let me take my turn on each of them, but the thought of him touching Odessa in this state has me wanting to break every one of his fingers off and jam them down his throat one by one.

Stepping into the shower, I sigh when the hot water rushes over my back, washing away the mud that caked up when I rolled us around. The two of us are a fucking mess. One look in the mirror showed that we were fucking covered in bruises, blood, and mud. My release leaks from around my cock, right where it found its little happy place seated deep inside of her.

Careful not to soak her face, I tip my head back and let the water rinse my hair. It needs to be washed, but with what hands? Mine are a little busy at the moment. By the time I’ve finished, I know I need to get her cleaned up as well. Dropping down to sit on the showerbench, I adjust her knees on either side of my thighs and grip the tattered t-shirt, pulling it down her shoulders until it hits the ground with a wetplop.

She remains asleep as the rainfall showerhead rinses her back, cleansing the dirt that clings to the scrapes up and down from where I just fucked her against the tree.

I didn’t want to leave you…

Then where the fuck did she go? Why did she leave? I’d always thought it too ironic that the day after I’d made my mark on her, she was gone. My mother always worried about me because she said I could never process emotions normally, so when I lost my shit, lost mysanity, I believed her. I turned into nothing more than a fucking unfeeling machine, hellbent on bathing the entire continent in blood until I found her again.

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