Page 80 of The Secret of Pain

“So, I guess, I need to start from the beginning…” I say and dive into the tale of how my memories came back about them, all three of them, and I pieced together that I loved all of them in different lifetimes, but in this lifetime, they were all here, all holding a piece of my heart. Willing to take me, however they could have me, if only I would love them too.

“I love you, Creek. I always have, I think, even since we were kids. It’s like I just knew. I wanted to tell you everything before, but I was afraid. Afraid that you would reject me. That you’d hate me.”

I watch him, on edge, as he takes everything in, and try not to let my emotions get the better of me, but I can’t take the silence.

“Creek, say something. Please…” I trail off, an insecurity that had never been present before. Not with Creek. But now he knows, and it could change everything, but I couldn’t lie to him. Not anymore.

“Remy,” he breathes, his voice soft, gentle, calmer than I expected. “Come here.” His request is part command, part plea. As though being this far from him is a travesty.

He walks us to the couch, pulling me in to straddle him, my arms around his neck covering the colorful tattoos that adorn his entire body. “There is nothing you could say to me that would change the way I feel about you.” Fisting my long hair in his fingers, he pulls me back, exposing my neck. I think he’s going to kiss me but, instead, he runs the tip of his nose along the column of my neck until he reaches my jaw where he leaves a tender kiss. Repeating the same action on the other side of my neck, he again kisses me gently on my jaw.

“Even this. Did you fuck the Lycan yet?” I shake my head as much as I can, my scalp stinging from his grip. “The Dracul then?”

“Yes,” I breathe, not used to seeing this side of him.

“Did he bite you here?” he asks as he kisses my pulse point, his hand keeping my head back.

“Did he make you bleed?” His words aren’t harsh but there’s an edge to them that, instead of scaring me, turns me on.

“Yes,” I whisper, grinding my core on his ever-growing thickness.

“Did you enjoy it?” His mouth now on my collarbone, nipping a path from one side to the other.

“Fates yes,” I am panting now, remembering the way Kain had licked up the droplets he’d caused with his teeth.

With my eyes closed, I see nothing, but I feel every one of his moves. Every lick on my skin and every pinch of his teeth. I know he’s comparing himself to Kain, but he shouldn’t.

“I am going to show you how much I love you, no matter what you tell me. I am going to make love to you until you forget anything but us.” Make love to me… Because that’s what this is. He looks at me like he wants to worship my body and my mind, like I’m the reason for every breath he takes.

“Every day for the rest of my life, if you’ll let me.” Instead of pulling my hair, he pushes my head closer to him, just shy of our lips touching, “Don’t you know, Remy? I would destroy the world and create a new one if you asked it of me.”

Slowly, deliberately, he brings our lips together. First gliding from side to side, taking our time, breathing in our scents, listening to our shallow breaths.

“Kiss me, then, Creek. If you’ll have me, knowing everything, then I am yours,” I whisper, our mouths finally breaching the space between us, our tongues dancing to a song of our own making. With my hands on his bare chest, I dig my nails into his colorful skin, my pussy begging to be filled, to be loved by this man.

The sound of ripping alarms me at first but I can’t bring myself to look, my attention fully on his kiss. It’s only when I feel the cool air touch my back that I realize Creek has just destroyed my tank top. The leather pants won’t be as easy to discard.

“Take them off,” he demands, biting my bottom lip before putting his hands on my hips and pushing me to stand.

I do as he asks, shimmying off my pants like a cat in heat, my purple eyes fixated on his green ones, bright, almost luminous with lust. I’m about to pull down my underwear when he stops me, a gentle touch to my hand. “Let me,” he says, scooting up and pulling me between his parted knees.

Placing a kiss on my stomach, he licks a path from my panty line to my navel, circling it before placing both of his hands on my ass and lifting me up to his face as he lies back on the couch.

My pussy, albeit covered by the thin material of my underwear, is at his mouth. His hot, wet mouth. His tongue pushing the material inside me, rubbing against my clit, feels fucking divine and I moan from the pleasure of it.

Another rip and this time I know what it is without seeing. My ass is bare and soon my core will be at his mercy. “Oh fates, Creek, that feels so good,” I cry out as his tongue spears inside me, licking up every drop of my juices. My gift to him. Reaching my clit, he sucks the nub into his mouth and just as I’m about to feel the orgasm rip out from deep inside me, Creek pushes two fingers inside my pussy from behind and I’m done. I don’t recognize the cry that bursts from my lungs, I only know it belongs to Creek.

Before I have time to regain my senses, Creek is up and within seconds he’s naked, his cock proud and ready to make me his.

Sitting back on the couch, he spreads his legs and lets me straddle him once more, both naked, both filled with undeniable lust. Both feeling the love emanating from our very pores.

“You may love them, Remy, but know this,” he pulls me close, the tip of his thick cock just resting at the entrance of my hungry pussy, “you will love me too. Because I,” he enters me, slowly, deliberately, and painfully filling me one torturous inch at a time, “belong,” he grips my hips and buries his cock so deep I can feel him in my heart, “to you.”

My hair falls on either side of us, our gazes prisoners of each other’s as I take control of our lovemaking, rising and falling in tempo with our breaths. Faster and deeper with every second closer to paradise. Purple eyes to green eyes, man to woman, Hunter to Hunter. We are one soul, one love. The faster I fuck him, the deeper his nails dig into my skin. The louder I cry, the further I fall for him until, finally, with our bodies joined to the hilt, we simultaneously halt with the saving grace of an orgasm beyond anything I’ve ever felt.

Sliding his hands up the length of my spine, he hooks his fingers at my shoulders and pulls me closer, grinding his long, hard cock deeper still and suddenly we’re falling over the edge together.

We cry out, our heads falling back, our mouths parted on a gasp, and our souls intertwined by our very essence.

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