Page 3 of He Who Ignites The Flame
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BARRETT
“Eyes on me,” I said through gritted teeth as I wrapped my fingers around the throat of a female—one whose name I hadn’t cared to learn. She rode my cock in a steady rhythm, her skirts bunched around her hips andfuckdid it feel good to be inside a female again.
Her eyes fell to me; they were a flat gray, glazed over in her drunkenness and barely catching the light of the single candle resting on the nearby shelf.
What the hell was I searching for in them?
She moaned as I tightened my grip, restricting her flow of oxygen as my other hand grabbed her hip, and I lifted mine to meet her in a thrust. Her back arched as she tightened around me. I pulled her off before she could come and rolled her onto her stomach as I rose to my knees and grabbed her hips. In one, smooth motion, I plunged into her from behind, slamming into her without hesitation or care. Her back arched as she gasped, and I worked my hips, sinking myself deeper and deeper until I wasfully seated.
I shouldn’t have cared if she finished, shouldn’t have cared if she enjoyed it, but perhaps there was still something good in me, something that…cared? Fuck. What was I thinking? Why did I care? WhyshouldI care? I didn’t owe this female anything; not my name, my thoughts, my?—
She’s using you just as much as you’re using her. They only want you for what you can give them. It’s all they ever want. She’ll use you and throw you away.
My fangs lengthened as the hunger crawled up my throat, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d fed. No, I wouldn’t take from her, didn’t want to feel her in my system after we were done. I ground my teeth together and ignored the hunger as I slammed into her, her body jerking against me. “You like it rough, don’t you? Want me to ruin this little cunt?”
“Yes...please.” I planted my hand on her shoulder and pushed her chest into the stone floor as I thrusted deeper, harder. “Mark me as yours.”
The flames raged within me at the command, the claim, and I pulled myself from her as I shoved her forward onto the dirty floor.
She collapsed in a panting mess before she pushed herself up on unstable arms. “What are you?—”
“I’m not yours, and I won’t be claiming you,” I said through clenched teeth as I rose to my feet and pulled my trousers on.
She pushed herself up, her hair disheveled, her dress bunched and wrinkled, her sleeve sliding off her shoulder. “W-what?”
I didn’t respond as I checked my chest, ensuring she hadn’t left any marks when she’d kissed me earlier before going down on me.
None.
Good.
She seemed to realize the best orgasm of her life was about to walk out the door, and I honestly didn’t give two shits that I was still hard. I turned from her as I pulled my shirt on, eager to find someone else to finish what we’d started.
“Wait, you can’t—" She reached for me, her fingers catching on the delicate gold chain on my wrist.
I stiffened as she tugged on the bracelet in an attempt to draw me back to her. My heart plummeted at the thought of the bracelet breaking. Something snapped, and heat flared beneath my skin, the candle’s flame growing larger on the shelf, the wax melting at an alarming rate.
Before I could think, my hand wrapped around her throat and I slammed her up against the nearby wall. She gasped, and her eyes popped wide as I pinned her in place, lowering my face to hers.
“I am notyours,” I growled, enunciating every word, my fangs bared. “You are nothing but a quick fuck.”
My fingers trembled against her skin, the flame pressing against the cage of my body, eager to devour her. “Put your hands on me again, and I’ll snap your fucking neck.”
Tears welled in her eyes, her hands fumbling at my arms. The last words I’d heard from the bracelet’s owner rang outthrough my mind, and the flames raging within me shuddered and diminished, something pulling me away.
Please... Stop... I can’t brea?—
I released her as I stepped back, my hands shaking. The female collapsed to the floor, her hand shooting up to her throat where a red outline of my hand marked her skin.
No… I’m not him.
I hesitated, guilt dousing the flames as she shook on the floor before me. I should comfort her, apologize.Fuck.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” I growled and turned, leaving her in the storage closet of the pub.
A sharp knock at my door jolted me from sleep, and the room spun as I sat up with a groan. I blinked; my head was pounding, my mouth bone dry. Gods, how much had I drank last night? I’d managed to find another female; she’d been a decent fuck, but based on the lingering burning in my throat and stomach, I’d neglected to feed. Beyond that, I couldn’t remember much else.
