Page 104 of Shaped By Darkness

“Are you sure this is what you want, Serena?” I ask, needing her consent before I fuck her because there will be no going back.

She’s nodding even before I finish my sentence, but I keep going, needing her to understand what she’s agreeing to. “This isn’t going to be soft and loving the way I wanted our first time to be. My beast is too close. The need to fuck you is like a physical ache, but I don’t want to do anything you don’t want. Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk away right now. We can go back downstairs.” I continue slowly pumping my hips, unable to stop, the feeling so fucking amazing; it’s like she was made for me.

Serena’s eyes hold mine for a moment before she pushes up on her elbows. We’re chest to chest, eye to eye, sharing the same breath.

“Don’t you dare try to walk away now. I need to know how that piercing feels buried deep inside of me.”

Her words make me pause, caught off guard as a wicked smirk pulls at her lips. Her hand drops to mine on my cock as her legs wrap around my waist, her feet locking behind me before dragging me forward, burying me deep inside of her, making us both yell out as she flops back onto the bed.

“Fucking hell, Serena,” I pant, trying to stop myself from coming just from being inside of her. She’s so fucking tight and perfect; her walls still fluttering from the last orgasm I pulled from her.

“That’s the idea,” she says with a laugh, and I shake my head before pulling out and plunging back in as deep as I can.

The feeling of her is so consuming that I can’t make myself slow down to let her adjust. Based on the sounds coming from her, she doesn’t need me to, though. My hips slap against the wet skin, her arousal dripping from her, coating me and filling the room with her scent as it mixes with my own.

As shifters, everyone will know what we just did after we leave here. My beast grumbles his approval, pushing me to move faster, deeper, harder.

Yanking her leg from around my waist, I toss it over my shoulder and watch as her face twists in a silent scream. Her shoulders are the only thing on the bed as I fuck into her impossibly deeper. My thumb drops to her clit, and I hardly touch it when I feel her fall over the edge.

She screams my name, eyes rolling back in her head as her legs shake, her pussy convulsing around my cock, almost pulling me over the edge with her.

Almost.

I wait, letting her come down enough that I can move before pulling almost all the way out, slowly pushing back in, making her legs shake all over again.

She cracks an eye open, and my wyvern growls, rumbling in my chest in approval from the satisfied look on her face.

Reaching down, I wrap my arm around her back, pulling her to my chest. Holding her close, I crawl up the bed, flipping us so that my head lands on the pillows with her straddling my waist.

Her hands rest on my chest, and I trail my hands up her arms and down her breasts, rubbing her hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, making her shiver and her pussy flutter around me.

“I need you to ride me, Serena,” I hiss through clenched teeth as I fight to hold off my own release. It’s so fucking close I could come just with her sitting on my cock, but I grit my teeth and let my hands fall to her hips, guiding her movements. It only takes a moment for her to take over, my eyes rolling back as I press my head back into the pillows with a strangled curse that only makes her move faster, my hips bucking up making her gasp, fingernails digging into my chest, and it’s all so fucking perfect that I can’t fight it anymore.

Slamming up into her, I hold her still as I fall over the edge, pumping her full of my cum as she pulls every last drop from me before collapsing on my chest, panting and gasping.

We’re sweaty and out of breath, our mixed cum making a mess of us and the bed, but despite all that, my heart only expands to impossible levels as she peeks up at me with a dopey smile on her lips, eyes so full of love they make my heart skip a beat.

“I fucking love you,” she says, her voice hardly more than a breathy whisper, and she looks seconds from falling asleep, but she’s never looked more beautiful.

“I love you too,” I tell her with a smile as she rests her head on my chest, her breathing instantly evening out. “My love, my light, my queen.”

Two weeks and three days.

That’s how long it’s been since I last saw Lyle, the night Ryker led the attack on yet another unsuspecting village. The same night Ryker found out he could go against what his father demanded of him, and I was able to lend him my powers.

I can feel him still, as he wanders the forest, lost to the monster Draven made him into. My body withers in pain, begging me to go to him, but I can’t, not right now.

Ryker was right. I’m not strong enough to save him yet, and I’m not sure how many more times I can handle seeing him like that.

Watching him walk away chips at something inside of me that hurts more than anything I’ve ever endured before.

Pain shoots through my shoulder, slamming into me hard enough that it knocks me off balance, and I fall on my ass on the hard ground.

Damn it.

Garrett’s there the next second, his hands glowing as he reaches for my shoulder, but even with how fast he is, my armis soaked with blood already. His brows are pinched, eyes hard, and I know he’s pissed. I know he hates this, but it can’t be helped.

Besides, it could be much worse.

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