Page 25 of Crave You

“Those lips. Mine,” he says.

He licks each of my nipples.

“Those nipples. Mine,” he says again. “That pussy, mine too,” he says huskily.

I wait for him to go down between my legs and claim my pussy with his tongue, but he doesn’t.

“Now you are all mine, I think you are ready for the real thing,” he says, his voice dark with desire. Zander presses his fingers against my clit and then pulls them backward through my slit and across my pussy, spreading my juices everywhere. He moves his hand briefly to his cock, which is rock hard and almost purple in its fully engorged state. The tip is wet with pre-cum as he positions it between my still trembling legs.

“This won’t be the sweet, soft lovemaking you wanted for your first time,” he says quietly.

“What do you know about what I wanted?” I say.

“Good,” he growls.

Without waiting, he slams it into me, pushing himself all the way in, in one violent thrust. The searing pain overwhelms me, but then it subsides somewhat and it’s bearable and then it’s not just bearable, it’s enjoyable.

“This cunt. Mine,” he says.

He leans in and runs his tongue up and then back down my neck as he thrusts rhythmically inside of me. He licks along my shoulder blade and then back again. He bites my neck hard enough to make me wince.

“Also mine,” he growls.

Then, he’s thrusting faster and with each thrust he makes a sound as if it is hard work to fuck me, a guttural sound that comes from the released animal inside of him. It calls to the darkness inside of me and I respond without thinking, matching his rhythm with my hips, my throat full of moans and cries. His breathing grows faster as he savagely hammers deep thrusts into me, and my pussy eats him greedily.

The heat in his gaze flickers, and I think he is close to hitting his own orgasm. I can feel another orgasm building inside of me too and I thrust more urgently. The feeling between my legs intensifies as my pussy squeezes Zander’s cock tightly.

Zander licks my ear and then he bites down. The sharp pain collides with the pleasure, and I come again.

“This whole fucking body is mine,” Zander cries, and another wave of pleasure hits me and I scream his name.

He grunts and slips down until he’s almost resting on me. He presses his face against my neck and moans again and then his cock spasms inside of me as he cums too. For a second, we stay in place, each of us lost in pleasure and then I feel Zander slip out of me and we tumble to our sides, just breathing until we get our breath back.

My heart thundered. He dominated me…made me his, and I enjoyed every fucking moment of it.

Chapter Nine

Zander

I head home after classes feeling pretty good. The last few nights with Leona have been fucking unbelievable. There is literally no other woman I can say this about; “the last few nights,” plural. Even a few days ago I would have said I didn’t understand why I kept going back to her, but now I do.

I crave her.

I carve her as the moon craves the night.

I’m addicted to every inch of her as if she were a drug I need to take to rummage through every vein in my body.

We are the same. Voyagers on the same dark sea, who have found each other in a storm. And now that we have admitted what we share, all the doors that have been closed to me for so long have opened. I thought I was incapable of feeling close to another or of caring for them, but with Leona it is different. I was the one to release her. Or has she released me? I don’t really care. I am so surprised and buzzing with our ‘whatever-it-is’ that I don’t want to jinx it with a definition.

I push Leona out of my mind for now, as I head up the stairs to the upstairs lounge, where I know the others will be gathered. It’s Wednesday night and that is the night the boys and I catch up on Valens matters and there are drinks for anyone from the House who wants them.

I enter the main lounge and see that Shawn is already there as are Lucien and Damien. A few other older members are scattered around, but the first thing I notice is that everyone seems stiff and the air is thick with apprehension. Something has happened.

I spot Liam, my forgetful new initiate. It’s been a couple of weeks since that day and he should be almost healed. I have spoken to him since then, of course, and said he didn’t want to go to the infirmary —I had to give him some grudging respect for that.

However, now I see that there are fresh bruises on his face and one eye is starting to close. He is also holding his arm at a tense angle that tells me it is hurting him. He has a small group of younger, new members standing around him and they go silent when I come in.

“What’s happened?” I snap to no one in particular.

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