Page 197 of Jagged Souls
“Your grief doesn’t make you weak, Micha,” I say, but her attention isn’t on me.
It’s on him.
“You want him to be hurt for what he’s done to you?”
She nods, and he slips his hand into her short black hair. “Then suck my cock while you make him come.”
I roar, struggling against the nails. The smell of my blood seeping down my arms pulls at the heart of my Craving. I haven’t fed since Aleric broke my jaw and forced me to that first day she was taken. I try to fight the hunger, recalling how I hurt her, how I scarred her the last time I let it take me in her presence.
Remember how she cut my mark from her willingly.
Fear how it might push her further into his arms if I let it out now.
But she’s leaning over to suck his Rick-changed cock as her pussy starts bouncing on mine again. She kisses his tip, then licks her way down it as she holds on to his hip with her hand. His tongue-like dick “kisses” her, and she moans as she fucks me harder. Her cries become muffled as she takes him deeper.
Deeper.
Until I can see the bulge at her throat as she swallows around his tip. His fingers tighten in her hair, but he doesn’t guide her where he wants her. She does that all herself. She bobs up and down his dick, sucking him off, and the agony of watching them is barely matched by the pain running up my arms and chest. With everything hurting, I’m struggling to stay in control.
She moans around his cock, and the primal beast inside me rises closer to the surface. Then all I am pinpoints into two basic instincts as the Craving rips free:
Hunger.
And sex.
With a roar, I jerk my hips up into her. Her lips pop off his cock as she shouts in pleasure and surprise. Pride rips through me as her pussy squeezes me. I want to wrap my arms around her tight little body and fuck her hard and fast, so I start straining against the nails.
The pain is intense, but my hunger for her is more so. Antonio fists her hair and guides her mouth back on him. I roar in fury.
That’s my fucking wife!
She places her hands on my chest, her fingers flat, and that simple action calms me a little, piercing through the utter mindlessness of the Craving.
But it doesn’t stop me from trying to tear free and take her just for myself.
He pulls her down hard onto his cock. Her nose presses into his muscled stomach. She moans around his dick as she squeezes mine. Her pussy feels so godsdamn fuckinggoodthat I come too.
“Don’t swallow,” he commands, angering me enough to push me off the high of my orgasm. “Kiss him and let him taste who you belong to.”
Micha pops off both our cocks as she crawls up me with puffed out cheeks. I growl, wanting her bouncing her tight little pussy back on me, but she ignores me, only listening tohim.
I strain against the nails, ripping them through my flesh and bone. My left arm gets free, the one furthest away from the fucker I’m going to kill, but her lips are on me now, and she’s spitting his cum into my mouth. It tastes of cocoa with a tinge of salt.
I try to spit it out, but her tongue is inside me, sweeping it around my mouth, and I am consumed with the need to kiss her. To make love to her. To sink my fangs into her neck and make her mine.
My fingers are useless on my left arm. The nails have ripped through too much, but I wrap my whole arm around her, pinning her to my chest. I turn my head and nudge hers to the side. Then I lean up and bite her at the base of her throat.
She cries out as her hands press down on my shoulders. I suckle her skin, drink down her blood as it squirts into me. Growling, I hold her tighter, the pain of my injuries ignored under the pleasure of her body.
Of the taste of her.
Of marking her as fuckingmine.
As the haze of the Craving starts to wane now that it’s been fed, I pull my fangs out of her neck and bite my tongue hard enough to bleed. I press it against her wounds, pushing my blood into her. The payment for the bond between us.
She cries out against me as it snaps into place, tying us together in a way he can never touch. I lick her neck, giving her more. I pray she can feel all my love for her now, that it makes her come back to me.
But instead of falling into my arms, she shoves away and stumbles to her feet. Tears streak down her face.
