Fuck.
There is no time for teasing or niceties, I need her too much. Looking into those black eyes, I take a deep breath and tuck my wings in, letting us descend as I surge into her pussy in one smooth thrust.
She screams, her head falling back as the wind whooshes around us. Holding her tighter, I fuck her with deep, hard thrusts. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect that I almost forget to fly.
Flapping my wings desperately, my back straining from it, I swoop back into the sky as she gasps, her hips rocking against me to meet my thrusts, her fingers trailing through the darkening sky.
Surging in and out of her, the clenching of her pussy gets to be too much. The weight of her in my arms…I need more. I need her mouth, her screams. I can’t concentrate on flying anymore, not with her wrapped around me.
“Griffin,” she begs, her hips moving furiously to match my rhythm, her lips parted on constant moans.
I can’t fly anymore, so I aim for earth, not looking where. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I whip my head around frantically, spotting the trees. Perfect. Picking the closest one, I slam her into the bark as I fuck her. My cock pounds in and out of her. Her head tilts back, her chest bowing as she pulls me closer. Kissing her breasts over and over, I show her just how much I love her.
She clenches around me. “Griff, God, I’m so close—”
Growling, I press her back into the tree and the scent of her blood fills the air as I rip through her quivering heat, forcing her higher until, with a scream, she comes with my name on her lips. It undoes me. I fuck her harder, faster, until I can’t anymore. My balls are drawing up, my stomach rippling as my cock jerks and I come. Filling her with my release.
We still and I lean against her, unable to move, my legs quivering until I’m afraid I might drop her. Fuck, I came so hard I saw stars, and when I lift my head slightly, I see blood on her chest…I must have bitten her. But she doesn’t care.
“I’ll buy you lots more leather pants,” I pant, and she laughs breathlessly.
“Fuck, I love you, Griff. Always, I’ll remind you of it whenever you forget,” she whispers, pulling me closer. I lean against her, the tree holding us both up after that, and my darkest fear surfaces...the one I’ve been trying to outrun.
“I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”
“What?” she asks, confused, so I lift my head, meeting her gaze.
Swallowing hard, I stare into those eyes and in the silence of the woods I reach for her, showing her my deepest, darkest fear. “That man, my dad, you saw him, Vasculo. He hurt my mother, not always physically, but his hate...his drive. He hurt her and he hurt all those women. I’m part of him, his legacy, and blood, baby. What if I hurt you, not...not the way we play, but actually hurt you?” I explain, willing her to understand. “I’m terrified I will...that I’ll become him.”
She grips my cheeks hard. “Blood doesn’t mean shit, Griff. You have the most strength of anyone I have ever met. If anyone can beat that bastard’s fucked up genes, it’s you. You fight even when others would give up, when you get dark sometimes, lost in that madness. But I’ll always be there to hold you through it, to let you get it out on me. So bring it, baby, hurt me. Give me the best you got, I can handle it. You and me, Griff. Take it all out on me whenever you need to. Whenever you feel scared, angry, or mad. Get me. Fuck me. Kill me. Whatever you need. You can never hurt me too much, haven’t you learned that by now? Maybe that means I’m as fucked up as you, some might say the pain that prick put me through tainted me. I don’t give a fuck, as long as you don’t. So what? We’re crazy, we are angry. Who fucking cares? Being sane is boring anyway. So, to it all, baby...I say bring it.”
With each word that fear falls away, that man’s words...my father’s words, leaving me. Filled with Dawn, always Dawn. She is my world now, my center, she’s right. She can take whatever I deal out, always could, always will. She will meet me in the dark, just as mad as me. Ready to take me down until I feel better. He might have messed me up, but maybe, just maybe, there was a reason for that.
I had to suffer.
I had to become mad, angry, and hateful for her.
For Dawn...because she is too, and she needs someone in the dark with her. I’ll be it, always. She will never suffer alone again.
“I love you, Vasculo,” I whisper, unable to say everything in my head, but I shouldn’t have worried because she sees it, knows it, even when I can’t speak the poetic words like her other mates can.
“I love you too, Griff. Now let’s feed me, huh? I’m starving and for more than just cock.” She grins, making me laugh.
“Come on. It’s time, no more hiding. We’ve got shit to do,” I declare, and she snickers.
“I couldn’t have said it better.” She takes my hand and we leave the forest together, my father and my fears left behind where she ripped them free from me, the poison gone even if the effects remain.
We’ve got shit to do.
Dawn arrives for food with Griffin, who seems calmer now. He lets her go and she slides in next to me, not even tasting her food as she eats, a yawn splitting her lips. Nos and Lucy are still busy, so it’s just Griffin, Jair, and me. Griffin eats quickly, and with a kiss on her lips, leaves us with her. We are all trying to be considerate, to make an effort. For her.
“Want to lie down?” I offer when she is finished eating. She looks at Jair who smiles at her.
“My love, go. I will be by your side tonight, we have the rest of our lives. Right now, Dume needs you. Go,” he murmurs, and leans over to kiss her solidly before going back to eating. How did he know I needed her? That man is an enigma, and an honourable warrior.
She smiles and grabs my hand. We wander around the house for a while until we find a room with a giant fireplace. I rush upstairs, grab wood, and hurry back, lighting the fire for her before lying down and pulling her into my arms.
This is what I need, just a reminder. Just her.
She cuddles against me, the flames dancing over her pale skin clad in nothing but Griffin’s shirt. She wraps a leg around me and sighs in happiness, finding solace in my arms as do I in hers. I don’t always need to feel her desire or feed it, sometimes I just need my mate.
To remind me why I fight when the pain of my memories gets to be too much. When I feel the chains wrapping around me again and my bull snorts and fights in my head.
“Will you show me more? Take me away from here for a moment. I always wanted to see the world...wondered what it was like in different eras. Will you show me?” she requests.
Lifting my head, I look down at her. “A lot of my memories are bad until I met you, Draya.”
“There must be one,” she whispers. “Please, my bull, today is all about escaping. We all know what’s coming, can feel it bearing down on us. I might never get to do this again.”
“Anything for you, Draya, you know that,” I murmur, and search my memories for something not tainted by bloodshed and death, or hurt and pain. I blink when I find one I had forgotten about. I had pushed away my past, so angry and hate filled at what happened, that I had suppressed that one night.
The only night I felt free.
Alive in the splendour of my home surrounded by my people. And she’s right, I want to share it with her, to have our own secrets, to show her my soul the way she shows me hers. Taking a deep breath, I dive into that memory, opening my mind so she can see it with me.