Page 24 of Ravaging Red
She was touching herself again.
I felt it before the dream wrapped around me and dragged me under. I wasn’t even fully asleep when it hit. Just drifting. And thenthere she was, inside my mind, her scent thick and wild, her thighs spread wide as she tried to take back what I’d already claimed. She’d tried to cum several times before, but this time there was pain involved.
Gods, I felt it. The first slow stroke of her fingers. The subtle shift of her hips. The way her breath hitched when she whispered my name, soft and soaked in filthy need. My cock pulsed to life instantly, thick and straining, the tip already wet. I couldn’t fucking breathe with how hard it made me.
Even with the Veil between us, thick with blood light and old magic, I felt her. The way her body begged. The way her frustration built. The way her cunt clenched uselessly around empty air, desperate to be filled.
Her purpose was to torture me. Tugging at her nipples, rolling her hips, whimpering in that needy way, knowing she was slowly killing me. She moved like sin and innocence twistedinto that plump, curvy body that was made for me to devour. She was soaked, slick all over, her thighs glistening with it. Her scent made me feel like a loose cannon. My tongue lashed out, touching nothing but air, yet almost tasting her.
I reached for her, but she kept slipping just out of reach, the Veil dragging her backward every time I lunged forward, my claws dug into black dirt, my teeth ground together before I let out a roar for her.
And still, she kept touching herself. Edging until she was at that peak, and then…nothing.
Her thighs trembled, her breath hitched, and I heard that desperate little cry of my name, broken and soaked in want. It vibrated down the tether that connected us, a line spun from scent and obsession and something older than magic itself. Her pleasure rose, thick and sweet, then stalled.
Her climax shattered, dissolving before it could consume her. It was stopped cold by that barrier between us. Her body shivered and then collapsed in defeat. I felt her sob and that pain. It was a wound that felt deep and violent. My chest clenched. My cock twitched. My fists slammed into the ground as I snarled. I was caged in my own fucking mind, knowing she couldn’t cum because sheneeded me. Not just any touch.Mine.
My hands. My tongue. My cock. My hunger.
I shared in the sob that cracked in her chest as she collapsed to the floor, curling up in that protective fetus position. In the emptiness that followed, I endured alongside her, the frustration that came with it.
She couldn’t find a release because she neededmeto help her. I had tied her to me unknowingly and now we both suffered.
I would be the only one who could fill her with how she needed. The only one who could make her scream until her throat was raw, and body melted around my knot. Until her cuntforgot what it was like to clench around anything but the thick, pulsing stretch of her monster.
My eyes shot open. I was drenched in sweat, panting like I’d just run through the gates of hell. My sheets were soaked. My cock was stone hard, pulsing angrily, and flushed against my abdomen. The ache had turned to pain, and every part of me was on fire.
“Fuck,” I growled, dragging a clawed hand through my hair, fisting the strands until I saw stars behind my eyes. On the other hand, I gripped the red cloak I’d found discarded on the path that day. It was still filled with her scent as I pressed it to my nose, taking a sharp inhale as I tried to calm myself.
I couldn’t take it anymore. She was in heat. But so was I. And it was driving me mad.
I grabbed the base of my cock, squeezing it hard so it hurt. I needed the pain to feel like I still had some control. But it wasn’t enough. Not when I’d felt her body tremble from a world away. Not when I’d tasted the way her soul screamed for mine.
I wanted to fuck her until she cried. I wanted to ruin her until she couldn’t remember what it felt like tonotneed me.
She was mine. She’d always been mine. I’d let her go, but now the Blood Moon was punishing us both.
I threw my head back and howled, the sound tearing through the room. My back arched, my thighs shook, and as much as I stroked there was no pleasure, no release. It was pain. Pure and ugly. A sick joke of what I could have had if I hadn’t let her go.
I collapsed, chest heaving, stomach tight, cock still at half-mast and throbbing.
She was breaking and so was I.
I took off down the dark path and into the woods. Ran like my life depended on it. When I got to the Veil I stopped, I paced its edges, my claws carving into the earth, my breath coming out in harsh, ragged bursts. Every step left a trench. Every inhaledragged in more ofher. The scent of her slickness was still in the air. She was ripe and aching, as much for me as I was for her. The taste of her broken frustration lingered in my throat, thick and coppery, like blood. I could smell her tears, too. That little whimper when she collapsed in defeat. That shattered sob. It echoed inside my skull, drove itself into my spine, throbbed against the base of my cock until I thought I’d lose my fucking mind.
Do you have any idea what it does to a monster to wait?
To be bound by instinct and ruled by ritual and still…still…try to be patient?
I suffered in silence for a full fucking year while the only thing that ever belonged to me walked just out of reach. Torture like that, doesn’t make you stronger. It breaks you.
And it broke me.
And when I finally have her in my grasp… she runs?
After everything. After the way she looked at me beneath those long lashes. After the way her body bowed under the weight of my voice. After the way her cunt clenched like it had already been branded with my mark.
She fucking ran. Why?
