Page 67 of Of Vows and War: Special Edition
Growling, I grabbed her into my arms and threw her over my shoulder. Her fists beat into my back, her legs kicking and swinging. She screamed as I walked towards the table. When I brought her down and turned her, she yelped in surprise. But when I took her by the hair and shoved her torso down onto the table, she moaned in pleasure.
“Is this what you want, mortal? You want me to show you just how monstrous I can be?”
I kicked her legs apart, sliding my fingers into the waistband of her brown trousers and yanking them down with little care for how it might tug and pinch her skin. Pathetic? Maybe. Weak? No. I would show her which of us was the weak one.
Her ass slipped free first, then her thighs. They were full, thick enough to try and hold onto the trousers. But I pulled harder, forcing the fabric off her body. When I got to her shoes, I ripped them off, her soft cry of pain almost enough to make me stop.
When her lower half was completely bare to me, I grabbed her ass, watching as her skin turned red from my tight grasp.
“Of the two of us, it isyouthat should fearmeleaving,” I rasped.
Then, I let my knees hit the ground and leaned forward. My tongue slid up her parted cheeks, slowly tasting her. Another moan of pleasure escaped her, sounding as if it had to fight its way free. Pushing her legs further apart, I lifted her higher until her feet no longer touched the floor and her hips hit the top of the table. My fingers parted her, grazing the blonde curls there and making just enough room for my mouth to surge forward and latch onto her clit.
Her responding gasp was everything and more. The answer to every question my soul had asked. A gift from the gods above.
“No one else can do this for you. There is no mortal alive that can love you like I can. No man or male that will devour you in the same way I will. I will drag you to the height of your pleasure and then force you higher. I will rip screams from your mouth and then fill it with my cock. For the rest of your life, you will know that it is I who fills this tight little pussy the best.”
No response. No scathing remark. Just acceptance as she let her forehead fall forward and pressed her soaked center further into me. So I consumed her. Bit and licked and sucked that love right out of her. Every shout of my name from her lips had mycock begging for release, but I ate and ate and forced myself to wait.
My fingers dug into her ass, one of my thumbs slipping inside of it slowly as my tongue pierced into her pussy. She writhed and jerked, her release pouring into my mouth like the nectar of life. And then she abruptly stilled.
Slowly I backed away, pushing myself to my feet without removing my thumb or wiping my face. She groaned, her nails scraping against the table. For only a moment, I wished Bellamy were here to paint the sight of her. Maybe Ash would let me show her so she could show him. A birthday gift perhaps.
“You want my big, fat cock in that dripping pussy, Genevieve?” I asked, letting my body fall onto hers, still pumping my thumb slowly in and out of her ass. She nodded violently.Desperately.“What about this tight ass of yours? Do you want it there? I bet no one has ever done that to you before.”
A groan rumbled up her chest, vibrating against my stomach. I needed these clothes off, but gods did I not want to take my thumb out.
“Answer me. Do you want that?”
“I—I do not know. I have never—no one has—”
“Do. You. Want. It?” I ordered this time, shoving my thumb further into her. Her back arched, my stomach sinking down and my cock rubbing against her thigh. Gods, it felt good.Shefelt good.
“Yes!” she screeched.
I got closer to her ear, letting my breath fan against it and relishing in the way she shivered beneath me. “Then admit you love me.”
Her body stilled, stiffening.
“Say it,” I demanded. “Tell me you love me. You know you do. Admit it, and I will do anything you want me to. I will make your wildest fantasies come true.”
“No.”
“Say it.”
“Never.”
I ripped out my thumb, backing away from her and tearing my clothes off in angry, frustrated pulls. She was really pissing me off today.
Freeing my length, I pumped myself, staring at her still-lifted ass. At the way she refused to move so that I might not see how desperate she was for me. But I knew. I knew she loved me, that she wanted me. I just needed to hear her say it.
“Come on, Genevieve. Three words and I am yours.” I rubbed the head of my cock against her ass, letting it part her once more before sinking lower and toying with the wetness at her center. She bucked and shook, eager for it. “How about this? Tell me you do not love me. Tell me you never will. I will still fuck you right here. I will tear you to shreds and make you ask for more. Then, I will leave you alone. Give me whichever is the truth.”
Betting had never been my thing. I believed in seizing life, not letting life seize me. Fate did not rule over me. Until now. This was it. She could make her choice, and I would listen.
Seconds passed, then minutes. It was agonizing, playing with both of her entrances but not diving into her. Preparing myself for rejection, for this to be the end, I used my free hand to leash her neck. With a gentle squeeze, I let my fingers roam, slowly creeping upwards. Right as I hit her chin, I gripped it and forced her head to tilt back until her brown eyes met my green.
“Come on. Tell me you love me or say that you never will. Put me out of my misery.”
