Her Psycho Beasts, page 34
part #3 of Her Vicious Beasts Series
She looks down at my hard length and licks her lips. “I want you in my mouth.” She’s breathing hard and by the ever-loving gods is the hungry look on her face going to drive me rabid.
“You’re not going to get what you want.” It’s going to take all my strength to deny her because I know exactly what her body craves. I can feel it in the silence between her heartbeats. I can feel it in the way her blood suffuses her cheeks. So I lean down and make sure she understands me. “You’re not going to get what you want, Aurelia.” I rub my thumb against her bottom lip, marvelling at its pillow-softness. “I’m going to get what I want.”
“And what’s that?” she whispers.
I bite her upper lip this time. She sucks in a breath and her tongue sneaks out to taste me. Pulling back, I cast my gaze possessively down at her luscious perfection. She quivers with excitement, arching her back in offering before I say, “All of you.”
Her heart hammers, and I savour the sound of her desire in my ears, my own heart mirroring my regina’s. I run gentle fingers down her neck, caressing our mating mark before reverently grazing her collarbones and making my way down to her nipples. The brown buds are taut, and I pinch one tightly, and then the other.
She presses herself into my touch.
My resolve weakens and I bend my knees so I can wrap my arms under her ass, hoisting her up so I can take a nipple into my mouth. I suck hard and she sighs into the cave ceiling.
Tonight, I will taste all of her. Every rise and fall of her curves, I will mark into memory, every inch of her skin branded with my tongue and teeth. I scrape my teeth against her nipple and she squeaks in protest. I sample her other nipple, holding her tight and burying my face into her soft flesh. She mewls gently, and the sound of her pleasure under my mouth drives me wild.
I take her to the ground with me, my movements frantic, and laying her on my soft blanket, I roll her onto her side and raise her upper leg, hoisting it over my shoulder as I move in to explore the part of her that calls to me as fiercely as the open ocean. Her centre. Her core.
Her pussy glistens under the soft light, and I drive my tongue between her silken folds, excited to taste each part of her most sensitive places.
My regina’s scent is bright and wild. It speaks of immeasurable power, and in the same vein, it speaks of gentle touches under moonlight, of soft kisses upon the sand. I groan as I feast on her, my lips and tongue hungry and exploring as I eat my fill.
She cries a sweet song into the air, writhing against my mouth, guiding me to where she likes it best. I caress her calf, then press my fingers into the warm flesh of her thighs, reaching up to find her hips, encouraging them to move.
Before I sharply slap her on the ass.
The fact that she can’t touch me is making her feral, just as I knew it would. She cries my name and I close my eyes as it makes the same type of wildness rise up in me. I slap her ass again, licking and sucking and tasting, allowing her juices to coat my face, my chin.
I want to drown in her.
“Gods, I need you!” she cries. “Please, Scythe. Please!”
I chuckle into her pussy. Begging so soon. My shark thrashes viciously. Give her what she wants. Give our regina what she needs. Serve her. Obey her.
Her power tickles my lips, a zing of electricity that makes my mouth tingle. Her power is searching for release. For union.
I rear back, a fist coming to my cock and squeezing it hard. I cannot allow our powers to mingle. It would be the final nail in my coffin.
“Scythe?” Aurelia gasps, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.
Presenting herself to me.
“Wild Mother,” I whisper, rubbing a hand over my jaw.
She makes me want to give everything up. She makes me want to surrender everything to her.
Quickly, I take her calf and roll her over onto her stomach, helping to pull her up to kneeling.
Winding her hair about my fist, I pull her face back to meet me. “I want you, Aurelia. Don’t forget that. I want to possess you, body and soul. I want us to become one, so that wherever you go, you don’t fucking forget—” My cock finds what it needs and I tease her entrance, the ball of my first piercing tickling her just inside. Slowly, I ease myself inside her, letting her feel the stretch of my girth and each of my piercings, one by one. She gasps, rocking her hips back to take me in further. “That this cock claimed you. Owned you.” I take a deep breath, overwhelmed by the silken, perfect feel of her heat. “Loved you.” As I claim her to the hilt, she lets out a whimper that I feel in the coldest, broken chamber of my heart.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel my regina’s centre for the first time. As I claim her in the most primal way. Her entire body is at my mercy. By her mercy.
“You always use my name,” she pants. “Baby, just the once.”
I know what she means. The others all have their own nickname for her when they don’t call her regina.
Brushing my mouth against the sweet curve of her lips, I murmur, “Another name I wanted to call you, I could never say out loud.”
Her eyes flare with interest. “What is it?”
I flex my hips and she takes me with a vibrant cry that I feel all the way down into my balls. “Goddess.”
She tightens around me in response. By the Mother, she’s going to drive me mad.
“Why?” she moans.
I should tell her the truth. “Because you’ll do anything for the people you love. Because you are perfect.”
“I’m not—”
My hand is over her mouth before she can finish her sentence. I draw my cock out and slam into her, fucking her harder. “But this mouth is perfect for my cock.” I release her mouth, grazing my fingertips down her neck. “Because this neck is perfect with my mating mark on it.” I slide my fingers down her sternum, down her stomach, and into the soft curls of pubic hair until I find her clit. “Because this pussy takes me—” I thrust in time with my words. “So. Fucking. Perfectly.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she moans with that voice I love so much. I love it when she shouts at me. I love it when she whispers at me. And most of all, I love it when she screams as I take her as a beast should take his regina. Hard, fast, rutting in her until neither of us knows where we are, or who we are, or what awaits us out in the world above.
I fuck Aurelia with everything that I have, telling her how perfect she is. Rubbing her clit, squeezing her throat so she knows that I desire her more than anything. That for tonight, I own her pussy.
Licking up our beautiful mating mark, I work her higher and higher, feeling her quiver and scream around my intensity. I slap her on the ass again, twice on both sides. Her aura shimmers with all the colours of the rainbow, her power glitters and spins. A pure, ambient feeling grows in the base of my spine. Every moan of hers, every cry, the scent of her wet pussy, the taste of her skin and mouth stokes that feeling. I gasp.
I’ve known pleasure. Even when I didn’t want it, I’ve known the great and diverse pleasures the human body can offer. But it had always felt tainted.
I didn’t know it could be like this.
I didn’t know that being in Aurelia would feel like the heavens had opened up inside my mind, that my body would feel like it was on fire, but in the best way. That with her in my arms, her glorious wet heat around my cock, I would feel…free. For the first time in my life, I know joy.
That electric tingle zaps at my cock, requesting entry. I breathe a shaky breath, sensing that she wants to merge her power with mine. But I can’t risk an energetic union with her. Not ever.
So I allow her power into me, carefully channelling it into a glowing ball that won’t touch my own power. Aurelia sighs in relief as she offloads into me and I marvel at the golden source of her, the sheer power in it. It gathers around my solar plexus, inside me, yet separate, and I hold it there.
A glowing piece of her, just for me.
It’s tempting to let it join with my own pool of force. The Great White in me swims around it, prodding it with his blunt nose, pining for it.
In time, it will dissolve and I will likely miss it.
Such is our fate. To need and never have. Not completely.
“I’ve never needed anyone more than I need you,” I rasp in her ear. “Can you feel what you do to me?”
She comes violently, shaking and crying as I hold her tight and fuck her through her release, wanting her to experience every last bit of pleasure, wanting every last tear, because I want all of her, need all of this branded into the recesses of my brain so that no matter what level of madness takes me, I’ll always have this memory to guide me on.
Because even balls-deep in her pussy, my teeth around her shoulder, in the throes of mind-blowing pleasure, the end calls to me. An everlasting undertow that drags me into an abyss with every step I take. I cannot take her with me. Even if my heart pines for it. Even if my soul demands it. I must let her go. I must let them all go.
I was never made for this world.
Except as Aurelia comes down from her high while I slow and lengthen my thrusts, she says something that ruins me completely. Those blue eyes, navy in the darkness, glimmer with unrestrained emotion.
“I want to walk alongside your darkness with you,” she whispers. “Like you’ve done for me.”
My being shatters. Heartbreaking and soul-destroying is my echoing roar into the cavern as I come inside my regina. Hoping the heavens and the Wild Mother hear my anguish, and knowing what she’s done to us, I hope she weeps too.
Chapter 69
Aurelia
Scythe leads me back into the ocean and we swim back together through the dark.
“It’s you and me against the dark, shark-man,” I muse.
“Dawn is coming,” he replies quietly.
He held me after he’d come. Undid the fabric binding my wrists, wrapped me in a soft blanket, and positioned me in the crook of his arm. He was quiet as he’d pressed his nose into my hair and I’d fallen into a little doze.
I’d woken to his lips brushing against my mouth before he’d pressed a gentle kiss to my shoulder, where there was a faint pink mark. He fussed over that before turning me over and inspecting every part of my skin. It makes me smile to see him fuss over my body, worrying about every mark as if they are injurious to my health. I heal each one with my power before his very eyes and watch as a faint line appears between his silvery brows. I took his hand and kissed it before wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing myself to him. He sweeps his hand down my back in long strokes as if that comforts him. It settles something in me to know that my touch doesn’t bother him. That he does want it and doesn’t find me disgusting like Xander does.
We make it back to the beach while it’s still dark, the smell of petrichor in the air, the storm seemingly passed. We hurry naked to the car where we dry off and get dressed in the spare clothes he has stowed in his boot. Then we sit in the car for a while, in silence, and to my great pleasure, he takes my hand as the eastern sky lightens.
Something in the air around Scythe changes when the sun begins to clear the horizon. The sky turns a fiery orange-gold, and as I glance at my shark, his damp, silver hair reflecting the golden hues, I realise the space around him is actually dark.
He turns to look at me, and the moment his gaze catches mine, everything turns dark. The entire car is swamped by a murky, wholly cruel power. It’s not at all like Ghoul’s shadows, which look and feel like the void of space. This energy roils like a maelstrom in the middle of a violent storm.
“You see it, don’t you?” Scythe’s voice is like nothing I’ve heard before. It is dead. Devoid of life. Of hope.
And then the screaming starts.
I clap my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut against the violence of the shrieking permeating my mind. Multiple voices, shrill and sharp attacking me all at once, vying for the loudest position. They’re saying something and though I can’t make out the awful sentences, I know it’s inherently malevolent.
I don’t realise that I’m also screaming until cold fingers press against my temples.
“I’m sorry.” That rasp is frantic, deeper than the rest. “I’m so sorry.”
Something swallows me whole and pulls me down, down, down.
When I wake up, I’m still in the car, but I’m bundled into Scythe’s lap, lying across the back seat. Looking around, I see that we’re back in the basement car park of The Lily Sanctuary.
It’s achingly quiet.
“You fell into me, just then,” Scythe rasps, gently setting me into my own seat. The car feels so much colder. “It must have been the sex. We won’t let it happen again.”
I straighten myself and sit there in silence, clutching my seatbelt in one hand, wiping my eyes with the other.
“That’s what you see all the time. Hear all the time?”
The distance between us, the sheer cold, feels like a valley. We stand on opposing mountain peaks, an eternity between us. “Lately, yes.”
The fact that he endures this on a daily basis just to be here—I can’t fathom it.
“You are so strong. All of my five mates are so strong.”
He looks at me sharply. “You’ll never have five mates, Aurelia.”
My head snaps to regard him. “So I’m doomed to have an empty space within me the rest of my life?”
“Two. Maybe three.”
“What?”
“Three empty spaces. Xander will never agree to be yours. His will is too strong. And Ghoul fights for your enemy. He is a lost cause. He always was.”
The pain of his words is almost too much to bear. My soul is scored with five names. I can never change that. Don’t want to change that. They are mine. They always would be, whether they wanted it or not.
Scythe does not look at me. He stares out the windscreen, his hands loose in his lap. “However…” I hang onto his every word. “I have a replacement planned. Beak’s nest is dead. His regina died a very long time ago, and he’s been looking for a home ever since. He’s a powerful eagle and…you’re missing an avian in your pack.”
Every word he speaks is the swipe of a machete. Cutting me down. Tearing me open. Scarring me. Horror is the coil of a whip around my neck.
“You’ve been planning this for a while,” I whisper in disbelief. “Planning to leave me?” Planning to replace himself, just like he replaced Sabrina’s mates.
“You’ve always had a chemistry with Beak, and since his regina is gone—”
“Fuck you!” It’s a scream that tears from the depths of my being. “Fuck. You. Scythe.” I shove open the door and hurl myself out, furiously wiping tears from my eyes. He thinks he can just swap himself out of my pack, my life?
I sprint across the carpark and jab the button for the lifts over and over again, my vision blurry. The elevator groans on its cables as Scythe’s hand finds my elbow.
“Do not fucking touch me!” I scream, jerking out of his grip. “I am not my mother, Scythe. I won’t let you do whatever the hell you want to me. You think you can just— Who the fuck do you think you are?”
He steps back like I’ve slapped him, his face going stone cold. I’m so furious that I don’t even feel bad.
“After everything we’ve been through?” I hiss. “After everything you’ve said to me?” I wipe at my face. The elevator doors open and I step inside, jabbing at the button for the ground floor.
The entire metal box shudders as the doors close.
“Aurelia,” Scythe warns. “You need to control—”
“Fuck you,” I say viciously. The floor trembles again.
Scythe grabs me by the arms and twists me to look at him, his eyes flaming with cold fire. “You do not speak to me like that, Aurelia Boneweaver. Control. Yourself.”
I wrench myself out of his grip and he allows it. But I say nothing. Do nothing, except pant, my mind racing in a furious storm.
The doors open to the ground floor. I step out.
“We need to get back to the academy,” he says calmly, placing a hand on the door. “Xander is waiting on the helipad.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I say viciously.
His stare is challenging. Dominant.
Well guess fucking what? No one tells me what to do. I turn my back on him and stride out into the busy lobby. Healthcare workers, service staff and families linger at the cafe, the pharmacy and convenience store. It’s bright and airy. Impressive, but I can’t appreciate that right now because my eyes are set on the big sliding glass doors that lead to my freedom from the cold-hearted predator stalking behind me.
People stare as I storm past them, but I give them no heed as my power pulses dangerously around me like a massive, lethal dome. The front doors slide open and I stride out into the fresh air, inhaling deeply and letting the cold air cool my lungs.
“Aurelia, stop. Where are you going?”
“I’ll make my own way,” I say furiously, turning back around. “I always have. You can stop following me now.”
He’s calm. Way too fucking calm. “No.”
The glass behind him shatters. He flinches in surprise as tiny glass shards rain down onto the concrete sidewalk, bouncing off his broad shoulders and the back of his head. Someone inside screams. I press my lips together, determined not to show a reaction. He’s equally determined to stare at me, unblinking. Unmoving. “Send me the bill,” I say, before exploding into my eagle form and hurtling into the air. I fling my telepathy across the land. I can make my own way back to the academy. I roughly know the way from the dragon flight and what I’d seen of maps. But fuck, I’ve left my phone in Scythe’s car.
It doesn’t matter. I’ll just follow the roads, and once I get closer, I can track Savage and Lyle by feel.
“Regina?” Savage’s voice is faint in my head because of the distance, but I still hear him clearly.
