Page 6 of Broken Souls
He keeps his pace consistent and slow. His cock fills me. He bites me in numerous places. His hand goes between us, and he rubs my clit. I cry out, too sensitive, too hot, and in another few seconds, I am coming so hard I see stars.
My pussy clenches around him.
My toes curl as I lift off the bed.
He groans against my skin as he continues to fuck me. Slowly. Lovingly. And my heart skips a beat as an emotional orgasm rips through me.
“Var…” I sob as I shake beneath him.
He doesn’t stop, though, doesn’t change his pace. He just fucks me, murmuring words against my throat, my ear. His teeth mark me. His body claims me. And another orgasm is forced from me.
And another.
And another.
Back to back now, unrelenting.
My body a shuddering, sobbing mess, I black out.
Three
HIM
Seeing her faint makes me fucking feral, and I pick up the pace until I’m fucking her hard and fast. She oscillates beneath me, her tits jiggling as I pound into her. Her body is completely relaxed and at my mercy.
She could’ve fought me. She could’ve used her magic to throw me off as I only bound her wrists and not her fingers. The fact that she didn’t makes my blood hot. She trusts me in her vulnerability. Trusts that I won’t go too far. That I won’t hurt her while she can’t protect herself.
And that gifting of her safety, that blatant show of her belief in me unravels something inside my chest. Groaning, I slide in all the way. My balls grow tight. My cock jerks, feeling too damn good. But right as my orgasm is about to release, I pull out and shuffle up her body. I slide my cock across her tits. At the feel of her hard nipples, I sag forward with a growl and my cum sprays all over her chest and face, painting her as mine. Gripping my cock, I jerk out more cum for her, every last drop, before collapsing against the wall, one arm resting on it as I kneel over her.
Breathing hard, I stare down at the woman I love. The one I purchased four months ago merely for her womb.
“I don’t need a wife, Micha,”I told her that day in her father’s office.“All I need is an heir.”I shake my head at the memory. What an utter fool I was.A neanderthal…
My lips curling, I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone. There’s a text notification from Aleric Zadar, the Boss of the Blood Fangs, that I’ve been waiting on, but it’s a one word response, so I ignore it. Grabbing my dick with my other hand, I drag my cock all over my fiancee’s body and snap a few pictures of it next to her cum-stained cheeks and breasts. My breathing increasing, I trail my cock down her stomach, ignoring the pain born from its sensitivity.
I jerk my hand back and forth, getting myself hard again, then I bury the head of my cock inside her pussy. I groan at the sight of her taking me, and I snap a few more pictures. I’ll paint this one day – capture just how her soaked lips hug me. Then I turn it onto video mode as I fuck her slowly, focusing on how beautiful her pussy accepts me into her body.
A soft sigh escapes her lips, and I point the camera at her face. A few seconds later, she opens her eyes. I push deeper into her, going in further than my head, and her lips part in a pretty little O. She doesn’t wake though, so I angle the camera back to her wet pussy before changing my mind and focusing on her face once more. I’d rather capture the color of her cheeks, the heated desire so clearly painted there. The little moans and whimpers she makes as I fuck her while she’s out.
Shuddering, I come inside her, but my balls have already been drained so damn much, the orgasm is practically dry. Following my hand with the camera, I scoop up the cum on her face with a finger, then push it between her thighs after I pull out. She lifts her hips on a little sigh, and I push more into her until she’s clean. Kneeling between her thighs, I place the phone there to watch the cum seep back out of her pussy and down her legs. Groaning, I push it back in, then end the video.
Tossing my phone on the bed, I shuffle down to lick her pussy. She tastes like mine, and my cock twitches even as it begs me to leave her alone. It is aching from the pain of the new tattoo. A small bit of blood and ink is even now leaking from it, so with a last kiss to her thigh, I shuffle off the bed and head into the ensuite.
My pulse quickens as I wipe away the mess on my cock, worried her name’s no longer readable, but it’s there in solid bold.Micha Shadow
I run a finger across it. She’ll have to redo theProperty ofthough, and my cock twitches at the thought of her marking me again. Claiming me like I have her.
My chest tight, I head back into the bedroom to untie her so she can get comfortable. She sighs as I place one of the pillows under her head. I leave the towel under her hips.
Standing over her, I hesitate for a second, then lean down and kiss her forehead. “I love you,” I murmur. The words feel alien on my tongue, a bit too heavy, a bit too risky to admit to an assassin. She could be manipulating me, making me fall in love with her just so I put my guard down. There has been a bounty on my head since I was a kid, and she is more than skilled enough to pull it off. But fuck, do those words feel right.
Pivoting, I grab my phone off the mattress, throw on a pair of sweatpants, and head for the door. As much as I want to crawl back into bed with her, that text from the Boss of the Blood Fangs demands my attention.
Four months ago, we found out that Antonio’s gang, the Death Hunt – the third and final gang with a claim to St. Augustine, Florida, was kidnapping members of the Blood Fangs and killing them in some gruesome experiment that led to all their skin falling off their bodies and their organs turning into mush. My seven brothers and I thought they were developing a poison or a new disease that they would eventually use on us.
Aleric, the Boss of the Blood Fangs, tried to keep it all a secret, not trusting we wouldn’t attack them too while they were weak. But we grabbed one of his tortured men after the Death Hunt dumped his body like yesterday’s trash, still barely alive. Unfortunately, Jerry was so far gone, he wasn’t able to speak due to choking on the bits of flesh falling off his tongue and the walls of his cheeks and throat. So we then grabbed Cid, Antonio’s youngest son, for information about what his father had planned, and it is worse than we ever imagined.
The fucker is trying to makehybrids.
