Page 94 of Crimson Shadows
I dodge and weave, my movements fluid and precise. I can feel the power of my magick coursing through me, driven harderby Adelaide’s power. I land a punch, and Chris stumbles back, his face contorted in pain.
He summons a blast of pure energy that sends me flying backwards. I hit the ground hard, but I’m back on my feet in an instant. I can see the blood trickling down my face, but I don’t care. “Oh, that was a bad move, cousin,” I snarl, now more pissed off than anything.
He charges at me again, but I grab his arm, twisting it behind his back. He lets out a cry of pain, but I don’t let go. I hold my hand up and slam him to the ground with my magick, crushing his chest with the weight of the power behind me as I crouch next to him.
“If you come within five hundred yards of her again, I will fucking smite you where you stand. The only reason you get a pass today, and I mean theonlyfucking reason I’m not slicing you up into tiny pieces to barbecue and feed to the wolves, is because I seriously cannot be arsed dealing with my father’s lecture on family. Today. But don’t make the mistake of thinking the same tomorrow, fucker. Got it?”
He glares at me, his eyes burning with hatred. But he has nowhere to go. He didn’t expect it. We are not evenly matched at the best of times, but he gives me a good workout. He is no slouch being who he is.
“You’re a fucking dick,” he hisses. “Your father will hear about this.”
“Oh, please. I beg you to inform him that you were about to attack and rape my future wife. I fucking dare you.”
His face pales as he looks at Adelaide, and his jaw clenches.
“This isn’t over. The Vesper is fair game. You might think she’s yours, but no way in hell are you getting her.”
“Excuse fucking you!” Adelaide suddenly exclaims, standing up and kicking Christos in the nuts so hard I burst out laughing. “I would rather gouge my eyes out with a blunt spoon thaneverbe with you. Fuck off. And if you come near me again, Zephyr will be the least of your worries, are we clear?”
Christos growls, and I let him up reluctantly. The beast inside me is screaming at me to end him, to rip his limbs off and eat them, but he is already gone.
I smile as I look up at Adelaide, my smile slow and predatory. Her anger satisfies something primal in my black soul. “You’re mine, Adelaide,” I murmur as I rise and go to her. I grip her chin, just this side of roughly. “Do you understand?”
I expect her to be angry, to push back against my possessiveness. But instead, I see a dark thrill in her eyes, an instinctual response to my words. She feels it, too, this connection between us. She’s mine, and I am hers.
“What do you want, Zephyr?” she asks. “What do you want from me?”
“You. I want you, Adelaide. All of you.”
“Zephyr,” she whispers, her voice a plea, a surrender.
I lean in, my lips crushing hers. This time, the kiss is not soft, not fleeting. It’s hungry, demanding, consuming. She melts into me, her body pressing against mine, her hands tangling in my hair. I growl low in my throat, my arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. I can feel her desire, her passion, her need for me. It’s raw, primitive, all-consuming.
My touch is rough, demanding, leaving marks on her skin as I strip her bare using magick for the trickier bits.
“Fuck, Adelaide,” I groan, my voice ragged. “I need you.”
She moans in response, her body arching against mine. I can feel the darkness in her, the savagery, and it calls to the darkness in me. I want more. I want everything.
“Zephyr,” she gasps, her voice a plea. “More. I need more.”
I growl again and push her onto her hands and knees in the middle of the forest where anyone could walk up and see us. Myhands grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. I unzip my pants and grab my rock hard cock.
“Is this what you want, Adelaide?” I murmur. “You want me to fuck you like an animal?”
“Yes,” she moans, pushing back against me. “Yes, please.”
I laugh, a dark, dangerous sound. “Such a bad, Little Dollie.” I slap her arse and slam into her, thrusting deep with a low groan.
She cries out. She’s tight, but she takes all of me, her body stretching to accommodate my throbbing cock. It feels so good, so right. This is what I’ve been craving, what I’ve been needing.
My hips move with a brutal rhythm, my cock pounding into her with a force that leaves her breathless. My fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place, controlling her completely.
“Harder,” she gasps, her voice ragged. “Fuck me harder, Zephyr.”
I growl, my pace increasing, my thrusts becoming more forceful. I can feel the darkness in me, the savagery, the brutality rising to the surface and wanting to show her the real me. But she isn’t ready for that. Not yet.
The pleasure builds, intense and overwhelming. I can feel her orgasm approaching, like a storm on the horizon, and when it hits, it’s all-consuming, a wave of pleasure that crashes over her, leaving her shaking and breathless as her pussy clutches my cock possessively, letting me know that she is mine.
