Page 102 of Unveil
My fury explodes in my chest. I lick the cut, making her hiss, then glare into her eyes as I cleanse the metallic stain. Her pain tastes sharp, like steel and hate, and once I’ve lapped up every trace of what they did to her, I crash my mouth to hers. She moans, lips parting to take the bloody offering, our kiss a frenzy of hunger and vengeance until I can’t tell where her anger ends and mine begins.
I finally wrench myself away, leaving her breathless as I confess how the fight ended.
“They’re dead,” I promise. “All of them are dead by the same knife they cut you with.”
Gorgeous brutality flashes in her eyes. “Good.”
Pride fills my chest, but my voice hardens. “That goes for anyone who touches you. If anyone hurts you, a shallow grave is all they’ll get.”
She cups my cheek. “Good.”
I growl at her ruthlessness that rivals my own, and pull her in for another kiss, teasing her clit with my fingers while I thrust into her again. She braces against the tree trunk, completely at my mercy, until her thighs tremble and her muscles lock around me.
“Come for me, wife.” She tries to close her eyes, but I shake her. “No. Eyes on me. Let me see you come undone.”
Her eyes flutter closed, but I tap her clit as punishment, and sheshatters, sobbing as her body bows over. My grip in her hair keeps her upright so I can witness her break for me. Gorgeous tears spill down her cheeks, but her clear blue gaze stays on mine. My name falls from her lips on a long, low moan of surrender. Her pussy strangles my cock with rhythmic clenches, so tight I nearly tip over the edge with her, but I maintain my speed and thrusts as her hips push back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
“There it is,” I encourage her, my voice deep. “Ride my cock. Fuck, you’re so beautiful falling for me like this. You were made for me to catch you.”
I do just that as she goes limp in my arms, totally sated. My thrusts slow but never stop as I ease her forward onto the soft bed of moss, then prop her hips high, opening her wide so I can take her the way I need. I pull out only to slam back in again, over and over, until I lose all sense of time watching my wife’s face twist in ecstasy.
Blood seeps from my wound, running down my chest and abdomen until it slicks my shaft again. Her virgin blood mingles with the blood I sacrificed in her name, blending together as I claim her, and I’m suddenly overcome with the aching need to fill her with everything I can give.
I hook one hand over her clavicle, my palm resting over the skull tattooed on her shoulder blade. The Fury mark. My other grips her hip, fingers digging into the cracked skull I designed.Mymark.
My thrusts quicken, an unforgiving pace as my fingerprints stamp into her flesh. She arches and rocks back against me, on the verge of another round of pleasure, strangling my cock withher tight little cunt. I drag my tongue up her spine and nip her neck beneath her ear.
“Again, Luna. Come for your husband.”
She shrieks, convulsing around me. My hand clamps her throat as I snarl.
“I’m going to come inside my wife. Always your cunt, do you understand? I’ll fuck my seed into you for the rest of our lives, until you’re good and fucking bred by your Fury.”
“Yes,” she begs. “Please. Come inside me, Orion. Give me everything.”
She’s mindless right now, and will probably hate me later, but I can’t care, too primal to think of anything other than claiming her from the inside out. I’ve made my stance on possessing her in every way possible pretty damn clear, so I take the invitation for what it is.
White-hot sensation explodes through me, and I go blind with pleasure as my balls draw up. My cock surges, and I press my hand to her lower belly to drive deeper against her sensitive channel.
“Orion!”
Fisting her hair, I twist the tendrils aside to sink my teeth into the crook of her neck. She screams as I bite to bruise, to mark, to scar, all so she can never forget me. Copper teases my tongue, and I come harder than I ever have, buried to the hilt inside her.
I release her on a roar, and she jerks in my arms, another orgasm racking her body until she comes undone again like a woman possessed. Because she is. She’s mine, and what we just did sealed it, binding us in mind, body, and soul.
We’re riddled with aftershocks, and it takes a while for my racing heartbeat to finally slow as adrenaline bleeds out of me. I gather Luna before she can collapse, pulling out with a hiss at the loss of her heat. She clings to me, sobbing into my neck.
“Fuck, baby, come here,” I murmur, even though she’s already as close as she can get.
Holding her tight, I sit on my shirt and lean against the trunk, then guide her to straddle me. Raising her hips enough to slip my cock back inside her, I bite down a groan as residual spurts of cum leave me, coating her channel. Once I’ve got a handle on my shit, I cradle her against my chest and wrap my jacket around her trembling form. The sight of blood welling where my canines pierced her, bruises already darkening to a rich purple around them, makes my cock stir again, but I tamp it down and lave the marks gently, making her shudder.
I hold her to me, keeping us joined, the connection necessary not only for her, but for me too. I could’ve lost her today, and it’s a miracle she survived.
No. Not a miracle. It was a sacrifice. The loss of one of her best friends.
I feel the exact breath when her cries shift to something that’s no longer from ecstasy. A pained wail escapes her chest, and she sags into me, depending on me to hold her together as the weight of everything she’s gone through tears her apart. Unfortunately, I know some of the emotions too well.
Pain. Grief.
