Page 72 of A Song of Air
Everette became Weylyn.
She gasped as he rose above her, his long braid swaying gently over his shoulder as he slowed his thrusts into sensual undulations. The sudden change of pace and pressure, even the change of the feel of that cock inside her, had Bryson gasping, reaching her hands out to grasp tightly at Weylyn’s shoulders.
He smiled down at her, golden eyes flashing in the night. His canines extended and everything about him was filled with malice and carnal desires.
“You are mine to claim,”he whispered. His sharp scent permeated through her senses, making her head spin and her mind dizzy.“You are mine tofuck.”
Bryson knew she should shove him away. She had to. This was a vision. This wasn’t real. Reality was different. Not this crazy fantasy he’d summoned and forced on her. But it didn’t matter how hard Bryson tried to fight her way out, she remained frozen.
And she feared it was by her own volition.
Weylyn’s hands splayed over her body. His every touch was slow and deliberate, much like everything else he did. He touched her with purpose. It wasn’t fast and eager. He moved like he had all the time in the world. Like this wasn’t a vision. Like he wasn’t invading a private moment. He commanded her body like he owned it.
His ministrations held her immobile for the briefest of moments. Her breathing grew labored, and she could only watch as he slowly divested her of her shirt completely. His gaze heated, golden eyes flashing black as he took in her nudity from the waist up. His gaze then dropped down to where they were joined. Where he’d stopped thrusting, only to observe the way his cock speared her pussy open. Where their juices mingled, creating a sharp smell of desire that consumed Bryson’s senses.
“See how you are made for me, little mate? See how well you fit on my cock?”
He thrust against her. Slow. Hard. So hard she skidded against the wood and finally, finally, she felt that bite of pain she so desired. The roughness against the skin at her back. The pinch in between her thighs.
She needed to pull out of this vision now.
She needed to go back to Everette. She was withhim. Not with Weylyn. This waswrong.
Her hand snapped up, circling Weylyn’s neck. The Fae only arched it, giving her easier access to clamp her fingers tightly around him.
“Are you going to try and kill me?”he taunted.
“Yes.” The reply was too breathless as it left her lips.
“You can try, little mate.”His nails dug deep into her hips, and he angled her just right so he could thrust once more.“But I am going to fuck you first.”
Bryson growled, gripping him tighter. She thrust up, meeting the snap of his hips. Her body curled and suddenly they were moving, whirling on the wood, so that she had him pinned beneath her. And somehow, through all that roughness, they still managed to stay joined at the waist.
His hands never once left her hips, and that smile never once diminished.“You are my mate, Bryson Varik. Whether you want to be or not.”
Bryson shouted as he surged up inside her. She wanted to pull away. She should have pulled away. But in this position, she felt everything. Every pulsing beat of his cock stretching her from the inside. She was full, so full in the most delicious way possible, in ways she’d never been before.
She wanted to hop off him. Truly, she did. But she was weak. Too weak to resist when he was giving her everything she’d ever wanted. Pain and pleasure. The agony was drowned out by waves that crested and consumed. Every rough touch she ever desired, he granted, and she was too weak to say no. She was too far gone to even want to deny him what he would take either way.
So instead of fighting it, Bryson silenced the voice of reason in her head. She silenced the fears and the logic. She silenced everything that didn’t serve her except her own pleasure, and she let herselffeel. For once, the anger she had nothing to do with found its outlet, and Bryson began to move against Weylyn. Every jerk of her hips conveyed her rage, her frustration. All it did was cause the Fae to smile. Like he would be the receptor of whatever she unleashed, and he’d eat it with a smile on his face.
“Yesss,”he hissed, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts.“Fuck me like you despise me. Let me feel your hatred. I will turn it into love.”
She moved her hips, faster and faster, choking his throat until it constricted his airway. Until his words cut off. But the laughter persisted. Loud and wild, it echoed around them as his own hips lifted to meet hers with every jerk, every move. It created a friction between their bodies that pressed against her clit. Every stroke drove her higher and higher. Every touch was a claim, every word was a promise, and every surge of his cock inside her was a threat.
Her pleasure mounted dangerously high. She should pull away, Bryson thought. She had to, now before she fell over that edge. Before they went past that point of no return. Her more reasonable voice tried to rear its head, but before she could, Weylyn’s fingers came down right where their bodies were joined, thumbing that sensitive nub, causing her palms to slap down against his chest.
Just like that, she lost all thoughts once again. Her nails dug hard into his flesh, drawing a thin line of blood. With him, she didn’t have to worry about how hard or how rough she got. It was freeing. Her thighs clamped around him as she brutalized his chest, marking him with her nails in retaliation for every mischievous deed like this was a punishment. Her insides quaked, and as he thrust, her walls tightened around him...
Weylyn surged up. Like lightning, he was laying down one moment and then up the next, pressing their chests tightly together. He breathed her in, and she did the same with him. His smell of something spicy and sweet intermingled in her nose. It should have been too sharp for her senses, and yet she found herself inhaling it into her system, pulling it deep into her lungs andmoaning.
“I will claim you, little mate,”Weylyn whispered against her neck. His tongue darted against her pulse and the nip of his canines made her shudder.“One way or another.”
Bryson shattered. Her orgasm slammed over her, and she opened her mouth to scream. Her eyes slammed shut against the onslaught of surprising rapture that coursed through her. She grinded against his body, chasing that violent release, looking to get lost in that void. He shuddered beneath her just as violently, and when their trembles ebbed, Bryson slowly peeled her eyes open.
“Wow,” Ev whispered, his eyes wide with surprise, wonder, and blissful release.
Bryson let out a soft gasp and pulled away. Reality settled within seconds. The harsh truth of what she’d done. Every movement, every touch... It had been with Everette, and yet it felt like it hadn’t been with him at all. Like it’d been with her—
