Page 8 of Outcast

The demons would likely push back soon, and I doubted very much the rebellion just died off when Hel left.

Drake was bent over, hands braced on the war table, as he took in the map resting there. It was what I’d requested from the staff, and from the smell of fresh parchment, someone had drafted this for me specifically.

“It looks like there’s a gargoyle hub over here to the west. That could be where Kol woke up,” he said without even looking up.

“How do you hear me coming in, but I can’t hear anyone moving around this godforsaken castle?” I muttered. He chuckled and finally looked up at me. It was still so strange to see him in this form, a permanent demon, though he held onto slivers of humanity as I did. Neither of us were forged from Helheim, but thrown into it.

“I can feel you,” he admitted. “Your presence alone is part of me now, some sort of bond we have.”

“Why can’t I, then?” I snapped. “Why is everyone here full of mystery and power and I’m little more than human? She set me up to be eaten alive.”

“You’ll come into your power. There’s no way you’re not going to outpower us all, Harlow,” he said before turning back to the map. I appreciated he would not allow me dissolve into self pity. We had bigger problems than my lack of magic and a real mentor.

“Well, the gargoyles would be a good way to start. Is it safe to just walk across this land? Is there any form of travel?” I asked him like he’d have any answers.

“I have no idea. But you still have Hel’s dagger. The demons shouldn’t be bold enough to attack their queen.” He sighed.

“That’s reassuring,” I muttered.

“We all know you’d kick my ass if I lied to you,” Drake countered, turning around and pulling me in. The moment his hands were on me, that bond he spoke about flared to life: his need to reassure me, his love for the person I was and am, and the worry of how we would fix this. Not how I was going to, but us together as a team.

“I would,” I choked out before slamming my mouth to his. Drake let out a chuckle but didn’t argue as he put his hands on either side of my face, tangling his fingers in my hair so he could hold me closer.

The moment our lips were locked together something snapped into place between us. It felt the same as my bond with Monty and Kol, and just as intense. There was little I could do to focus on it, for now, his presence demanded my attention.

My heart slammed in my chest and in that moment, I felt like myself again. I was still the girl that Drake wanted, the one who’d suffered in a human life and was given a second chance here in Helheim. It was strange how the most random moments could tip the scales in a new direction. For me, I was still focused on finding my group, but also needed this connection more than anything.

I ripped at his clothes, not caring if a soul walked in on us. Drake was just as hungry and desperate, ripping the dress from my body until I was exposed to him.

He abandoned my lips to trail kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. As my head fell back, a mirror caught my eye. I’d been too afraid to look into one so far but now I couldn’t look away. My hair was shimmering silver in the light, a bluish tint to it that made me feel like a true goddess. Drake was my opposite, dark wings and horns contrasting with my pale appearance.

We were glorious.

My attention was brought back to Drake as he sunk his teeth into my breast. The pain radiated through me as he plunged two fingers into my pussy. He chuckled when he realized I was wet for him. But the moment I kissed him, it was over for me. Just a touch from this demon and my body was melting for him, burning from the inside out, begging to be taken.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he picked me up and laid me across the table. As my head reached the edge, I knew I was taller than before. It was so strange to discover new things about a body you’ve had your entire adult life.

All normal thoughts melted away as Drake dove between my thighs, licking, sucking, and teasing every inch of my greedy cunt. My moans echoed off the empty walls, and I didn’t bother to mask them. Drake and me reconnecting wasn’t something I’d shy away from or mute for others. This castle could use a bit of noise.

“Fuck!” I cursed as he bit my thigh and licked at the warm blood seeping out. The sharp sting was muted as he plunged his fingers back into my core, my pussy clenching around him as he swirled his tongue over my clit. It was no more than a single breath before my stomach was tightening and my orgasm rocked through my body. Spirals of pleasure surged over me, filling my entire being with waves of it until it felt like I was having an out-of-body experience.

If this was what sex in Helheim was like, that was one point in favor of this realm.

“Holy shit, I didn’t even come and that was incredible,” Drake said around heaving breaths. His eyes barely focused on me as he climbed over me, positioning himself between my legs and slamming in unceremoniously. All thoughts of sweet love-making were tossed aside and I was reveling in the rough fucking he was giving me now.

Punishing thrusts were met by my nails dragging down his skin. We were a clash of blood, screams, and bursts of pleasure that left us nearly feral with need.

For every thrust, I met him with one of my own; we were frantically fucking like this could be our first and last time.

“Roll over,” he demanded as he ruthlessly pulled out of me. He flipped me before I could follow his command and pulled me to my knees as he plunged into me again. This time, I had to grip the table to keep from being thrown off of it as he used me for his own gain. “God, you feel so fucking good around me. That hot pussy of yours demanding another orgasm as soon as I give you one. It’s never enough for you, is it?”

“No,” I complained and was met with his fingers once again pinching and teasing over my clit as his pointed teeth dragged down my spine. I arched away from the pain as much as I craved it. He was no longer in control of the human side, and I wasn’t sure I missed it in this moment. This demon was as demanding as he was giving, and I craved more and more.

This time when I came, a storm raged around us, the wind whipping my hair and cooling our sweat-laden bodies. The more we focused on each other, the stronger it grew until I could see nothing but him in the eye of the storm.

“Still worried you aren’t powerful?” Drake questioned. I glanced back at him and nearly came again. With his leathery wings stretched at his sides and the horns rising, his black eyes staring down at me imperiously, he was like a god in his own right.

“If I say yes, will you punish me further?” The low chuckle was met with bruising force as he gripped my hips and did just that. The pain was so intense I screamed against it. However, that only amplified his pleasure as it weaved with mine. It was hard to know where his desires ended and mine began.

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