A Surrender Of Hope, page 10
“What the actual… Oh, shit!” I gasp as he releases my hips, grips my ass and spreads me wide. His warm tongue flicks out and runs up the seam of my sex, making my hips buck back in response, and my eyes slam shut at the sudden intimate touch. “Yesss,” I hiss in pleasure as he moans low, sending vibrations through me.
“Fucking perfect.” I try to look over my shoulder, but with the way Nox has me pinned to the bed, I can’t see a thing. Shifting my hips, I try to hook my ankle around his thigh so I can throw him to the side, but I end up gasping in shock when Lennox’s hand cracks against my bare ass cheek, the stinging pain going straight to my clit. My mouth drops open in shock, eyes wide as I shake my head.
Oh, hell no he didn’t.
“D-did you just spank me? Do you not care about your balls because I’m going to—”
Smack, smack, smack.
“Stop moving,” he demands, spanking me three times in a row and tearing a startled squeak from me in response. His hand cracks against my skin harder than the first time as he ignores my question, still licking and sucking on my clit. I groan when he inserts a long, thick finger. “You’re dripping, Little Demon,” he mutters, pulling his finger almost entirely out of my soaking wet center, then adds a second, making me buck against his hand and earning me another smack on the ass. “And damn fucking tight. Shit, I need you to relax.”
“I’m trying,” I gasp as his fingers scissor inside me, stretching my cunt as I rock my hips into his hot mouth.
“Hold still,” he commands, sitting back on his knees and watching as his fingers slowly sink into me, going to the first knuckle, then the second. Lennox growls in approval, drawing his fingers out and adding a third, making me release a pained groan as he stretches me to my limit.
“Fuck, fuck, Nox!” My fingers fist the blankets as my body slowly opens for him.
“That’s it, Meyer. Get loud for me. Ride my fingers, and let me hear you. Just like that… good girl,” he praises as the bed shifts under our weight and something hits the ground. He finally releases my neck, gripping my ass and spreading me wide as his warm tongue flicks out, hitting my clit as he gently pulls his fingers from me.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls before he sits up. “So fucking perfect for me. I need to be inside you. Now.” His hands caress my ass before moving and grabbing my thighs. “Tell me again, Meyer. Tell me you want this. I swear I’ll stop if you want me to,” he grinds out as I feel the swollen hard head of his cock brush against my center.
“I want this. You. I want you, Lennox,” I say as firmly as I can, needing him to know I’m fully aware of this situation.
“Thank the Gods,” he rasps, his words are all the warning I have as he shoves his hard, thick length into me in one brutal thrust. I scream as he impales me, my eyes slamming shut as I try to keep myself relaxed enough to take him.
He forces himself into my body, all the way to the base, without a hint of remorse; his hips stay flush with my ass as I instinctively try to move forward. Nox growls in response, his fingers digging into my hips, pushing me down into the bed and keeping me in place as I gasp in pain and delight.
“Shhh,” he whispers, leaning over my back and pressing his chest against my heated skin in an oddly comforting gesture as he stays deep inside me.
“Oh! Shit! You’re big,” I moan, wiggling my hips, trying to adjust to him, but shit, I don't think that's happening this go around.
“No, I’m the perfect fit for this tight cunt. You were fucking made for me, Meyer,” he responds, his hands moving from my hips, running up my spine as he sits back up, his eyes moving, fixating on where we’re connected. “Fuck, watching your little pussy stretch open for my cock does things to me that terrify me, Meyer. I don’t think there’s anything I won’t do for you,” he admits, exhaling sharply.
I feel his dick jerk in me, setting off a whole new wave of ecstasy, and I whimper, holding my breath as I feel every inch of this man; his words are as much a turn-on as his amazing cock inside me.
“Breathe, Little Demon,” Nox commands, his body trembling above me. His hands run up my sides, stroking my skin before he places them on the bed in front of me, ensuring my submission and his control. At this moment, I give it willingly, needing him to move, to feel his cock sink in and out of me. Not because I want him to dominate me, but because I know he will become just as undone as I am, and that’s something I need.
My core burns as he slowly pumps in and out of me. His thumb moves down to my clit, circling the bundle of nerves with soft strokes, making my cunt tighten and constrict around his thick length. Damn, this is so much more intense than I thought it would be.
I feel the stretch and burn as he forces my body to accept his, not willing to wait any longer for me to get used to his size. My muscles spasm and squeeze around his cock as he pulls back, then miraculously drives himself deeper. His hips piston into me at a brutally fast pace, filling the ache inside of me as he moans, the sound encouraging me to push myself back on him.
“Oh, my God,” I say as I shake under his touch, his hand moving to collar the back of my neck. Nox releases another guttural moan.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he growls, snapping his hips forward with each word. His hips pull back and snap forward, making me cry out as he sinks further in. My eyes water as pleasure sweeps through my body, heat rippling from me as his black magic swirls around me, moving over my heated skin down my arms and wrapping itself around my wrists. I can feel something between us, connecting us in every way as Nox prowls over me.
“I’m going to come,” I pant out, trying to move my hands, but Nox’s magic has full control, not letting me move an inch.
“Not yet,” he demands, and I almost growl at his words.
“What?! I can't stop that!” I argue back, straining against his magic. Nox releases a dark chuckle just before I feel his hand come back down on my ass again, causing my inner walls to clamp down around him, my release building to impossible levels. My back bows and Lennox’s cock swells inside of me, dragging against my inner walls. My fingers claw at the blankets I can reach as Nox curses, reaching under me, strumming my clit, and prolonging the punishing waves of pleasure. He suddenly pinches my sensitive bud, making me scream as I orgasm hard and fast around him.
He groans, releasing a breathy, “Fuckkkk,” as he stills above me, his breathing heavy as my body turns to jelly under him. “I said not yet,” he snarls, his hips snapping into me, making my legs quiver.
“You shouldn’t have pinched my clit then. You damn cocky Viking!” I snap back, then gasp as he pulls completely out of me, my fluttering sex clamping down on nothing, making me feel so damn empty. “Nox!” I shout as he picks me up like I weigh nothing, flipping me onto my back, his eyes alight with a gleam I’ve never seen as he lowers his face, bringing it level with my exposed cunt.
“Hmm. Fine, let’s see how many I can get out of you. Shall we? Now, be a good girl, and come for me again,” he whispers just as his hot tongue licks from my clit to my ass and back again.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, head rolling to the side, hands moving and weaving them into Nox’s hair, gripping onto him like he’s a lifeline. His hands move up my body, cupping my breasts just before he rolls my nipples between his fingers, making my back arch up off the bed. His tongue licks and sucks at my clit, then slides lower and pushes into my throbbing cunt. This time, when I come, I do it with Lennox’s name on my lips, my body seizing, powerless against the storm of pleasure.
Nox crawls over me, his lips taking mine in a savage kiss, muffling my screams as he lifts my legs and wraps them around his waist. He notches himself back at my entrance and, in one pulse, thrusts back into me.
A long, satisfied groan falls past my lips as he tears his mouth from mine, allowing me to breathe as he fucks into my body. I stare up at him, his black hair is wild, matching his crazed eyes and corded muscles. His hands are planted on either side of my head, his body rolling into mine like we’re performing a dance only we know, and there’s an intimacy between us, his eyes locked with mine, our bodies connected. I both love and hate how vulnerable it makes me feel. I know I can trust Nox with my life, but this is hitting emotions so much deeper than I thought he had for me.
I look away, not sure how to handle it, but in an instant, Nox grabs my chin, forcing me to look back at him. “Eyes on me, Little Demon,” he whispers, sweat gleaming on his tanned skin, his chest heaving in time with my own. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I hitch my ankles at the top of his ass, allowing him to pump into me deeper and deeper, the wet sounds of our fucking echoing in the room around us.
My pussy starts to flutter around his cock, and he leans close, nestling into my neck. I pant as he jerks inside me as I arch my hips and clench as hard as I can around him, setting off my next orgasm with an intensity that blurs my vision, making him throw his head back and roar his release, hot cum filling me as he jerks inside of my body. Wave after wave of utter bliss washes over me as black magic dances along my skin, moving from me to Nox and then back again. Binding us so close together that I don’t know where I end and he begins.
Nox groans, his arms shaking as he collapses on me, cursing as he catches himself, then rolls to make sure he doesn’t completely pancake me under him. His movement makes his still hard length slide from my battered sex, and I groan as his big arms wrap around me, bringing my back to his front as he curls around my body protectively.
“That was…” I trail off, not sure what to say. “Good,” I say, then cringe. Fuck that was awkward.
That was good? Really? That's all I can come up with?
Mind-blowing, amazing, life-altering—all of those words would have been better descriptors, but to be fair, they would only inflate this man’s ego more, and he definitely doesn’t need that. My eyes flutter shut as Nox snorts in amusement, and I feel his lips press against the back of my neck.
“That was good, and you weren’t too bad yourself. Color me impressed,” he teases, chuckling when I elbow him in the gut.
“When I can stand without my legs shaking, I’m totally kicking your ass for that comment,” I threaten, exhaustion flooding me as I relax into his warm body.
“I’ll look forward to it,” he whispers back, his body melting into mine. I tense for a moment, a flicker of worry threading through my mind, but Nox shakes his head, somehow knowing what I’m concerned about.
“Valen is still asleep and relaxed; Creed is with him. I promised you I would watch over him, and I will. Get some sleep, Meyer. I’ll make sure everyone is safe until you wake back up,” he promises. For once, I listen to him without argument, falling into a deep and restful sleep.
TEN
Valen
The darkness swirls around me. The never-ending pit of nothing that I’ve been trapped in for far too long goes on and on with no end in sight. I stopped trying to keep track of the time I’ve been stuck here ages ago, resigning myself to the fact that this is all that’s left for me.
When I’m not floating in a perpetual night, I’m in horrendous agony as the bastards who captured me harvest my magic, taking it directly from my blood. It would be almost worth the pain if they allowed me even the faintest flicker of light, but no. I have to suffer through the pain, which is the only anchor I have to the real world while floating in nothingness. Pain is now my life; without it, I wouldn’t know if I still existed. So maybe it’s something I should be grateful for?
Originally, I started practicing my magic, trying to use it up while mastering every spell I put off during my travels with my brothers. That way, I could kill the mortal Hunters who kept me locked away. But I stopped trying after I mastered every spell I knew. I stopped caring that I not only completed some of the most advanced spells that a Dream Walker could perform, but created new ones of my own. Now my only wish was for the darkness to finally end. Even though it would mean my death, at least there would be no more pain and I would get to move on. I would get to do more than just exist.
“Valen, wake up,” a familiar voice says, and I frown, darting my head back and forth. Is someone else trapped in here with me? Had the Hunters captured another poor soul? “Valen! Wake up before Meyer roasts my balls for trapping you in a nightmare. Shit! Come on, man. I was only trying to help.”
As I look around me, I turn my body, the sense of gravity and space completely gone. Something akin to fear strikes my chest, not for myself, but for the man talking to me. His voice is familiar; I don't want him trapped in this hell. Death is a better option, one I would gladly welcome at this moment. When I don’t hear the voice again, I convince myself that my mind has finally cracked, allowing insanity to rule in favor of desperation.
A sudden burst of light makes me gasp, marveling at the bright white of the glow. I almost give myself whiplash as I try to get to the light, the desire to feel sunlight on my face is an indescribable need, one that echoes bone deep. The light grows slowly, encompassing me in a snow-cloud-covered day. I stare up in wonder at the cold snow flakes drifting down from the sky.
My eyes hurt, and tears run down my cheeks as I desperately try to keep them open and ignore the pain as I stare around at my surroundings. Even with the clouds blocking the sun, the light is so bright compared to the darkness.
“Beautiful,” I rasp, hands trembling at the first sense of hope filling my chest. There are pine trees clustered nearby, their branches heavy with pristine white snow, the brilliance of the snow provides a stark contrast to the dark green of the tree. I gasp, my heart beating so hard I fear it may burst. A brisk, cold wind courses through the land, running over me and making me shiver in delight.
“What the hell? Where am I?” I hear a soft voice say, startling me so bad I swear my heart stalls. “W-what? Why am I in a dress?” the feminine voice yells, and I spin to look around, then pause as a young woman steps around the trees, kicking at the hem of a long blue gown, cursing under her breath as she shakes her head and huffs in irritation.
She finally glances up, looking around the snowy landscape, and I inhale sharply at how freaking stunning this girl is; long blonde hair that matches my own, brilliant green eyes, and a curvy figure draped in blue silks and silver armor. The dress style makes me think she is probably a Versipellis Demon, but her coloring? Fuck, she’s definitely a Dream Walker. My magic dances inside me, making me smile at the now-foreign feeling that’s been dormant for so long I forgot what it felt like.
I watch her, stepping closer while ensuring I still have a fair amount of distance between us. I want to go to her, to ask her how she was captured, if she knows where we are, and how she banished the darkness I’ve been stuck in for so long. As I stare at her, something inside me shifts, the longing for death tapers off, replaced with a burning need to help this girl I don’t know. I’ve never met her before, I would remember it if I had. But something tells me this girl… she means something to me, to my life, and I need to do everything in my power to keep her safe.
“I’m going crazy,” she moans, looking up at the tall mountain above us. “I’m losing my freaking mind, and I managed to land myself in a blizzard wearing a damn dress!” I can't help but chuckle, loving her fiery attitude. It reminds me of my youngest brother and makes me long for home.
“But have you?” I ask, casting my voice to trail over the wind, needing to know if she can hear me. She yelps in surprise, and my legs almost give out in relief. She’s real, she can hear me. Her hair shines brightly, and her eyes sparkle as she looks around her. She’s so beautiful, like my own personal sun. “Or are you the only one not blind to the dark?” I ask, needing to know how she brought this light with her.
The vision of the girl wavers, and I frown as the male voice from before comes back to me. “Sorry, dude. But I need you to wake up,” he says, much closer this time, just as something cold and wet fills my senses, blocking my airways and making me struggle to breathe.
My eyes fly open, and I dart up in bed, coughing and sputtering as I choke on the water that was just dumped on my face.
“Thank the Gods,” Creed whispers, his bright green eyes watching me closely as he stands over the bed, hand patting my cheek as he nods and smiles. “Hey, man! Wakey wakey! You good?” he asks once he sees I’m fully awake.
Growling, I shove him hard in the chest, knocking him off my lap and glaring at him as I wipe the remaining water from my face and stare at him in shock. “Creed?” I rasp, then groan, my head throbbing and with the pain, the memories come of the last few months. My brothers had come to the human realm to save me, but Meyer had called me into her dreams. Arch died, the Seniorem was trying to take over, and there is now a civil war in the Umbra Hunters ranks.
I open my eyes, looking at Creed as he frowns and leans closer. “Yeah. It’s me, man. Are you okay? I can go get Nox if you need,” he starts to say just as my youngest brother storms into the room, looking a little flushed and panicked. Once he sees me sitting on the bed, he relaxes a little.
“Sorry. Meyer was asleep; I had to get her to move and didn’t want to wake her and… shit,” he breathes as he runs a hand through his long tangled hair, making the silver charms clink together. “Are you all right? I could feel your panic, but it lessened there toward the end,” he admits, and I nod as my dream comes back to me. It was the first time I had seen light in four years, the first time I saw Meyer and knew she was special.
Meyer… Meyer… I jump off the bed, the visions of Meyer covered in blood, her cold, limp body on the frozen ground, an arrow protruding from her back.
There was no pulse. She didn’t have a pulse!
“Shit! Valen, calm down, brother,” Nox commands, adding a bite of his dominance to his words that do nothing to me. This fucker keeps trying to dominate me, but he forgets I’m his equal in magic. I may have given up my throne, choosing to bind my race to Versipellis instead of rebuilding, but I am still the Dream Walker Prince. Lennox and his magic hold no sway over me. The only reason I agreed to let him lead our Legion is because I respect the hell out of him, but that doesn’t mean I will fold under his command.
