“Ko-vacs.” He grunted, his grip yanking me down as he slammed into me.
“Fuucck!” I heard us both bellow. It was almost too much. The high of opium and the rush of our bond turned me into a ferocious fiend. Raw, feral, and unbridled. I couldn’t seem to ride him hard enough.
We were loud, savage, and brutal.
I could feel eyes on us; I could see people getting off with us. Their moans and cries only created more energy between us—like a wave that would never stop breaking over the rocks. We could never get enough, never get close enough.
“Fuck, princess,” Warwick hissed, slamming up into me, hitting me deeper.
“Don’t ever stop.” I tipped back, changing my position slightly, causing him to bark out, his eyes rolling back.
“Never,” he huffed, his hand smacking at my ass, sending tingles through me.
“Warwick…” My nails clawed into his chest.
“I know what you want, princess.” As soon as he said it, his shadow glided up behind me, nipping at my ear. “To have us both.”
I whimpered, feeling Warwick’s other hands glide over my skin, cupping my breasts, the feel of his skin pressing into me from behind, his mouth biting into my neck.
Our rhythm slowed into deeper and longer strokes, desire and lust curling my head back into the shadow. It wasn’t completely solid yet, but the more I let go of my thoughts, gave over to us, the more real it became.
“Brexley,” he whispered in my ear, his palm trailing down my spine, pushing me slightly over. I rolled deeper into Warwick, his fingers digging into my thighs as I felt his other tongue slide down my back, parting me from behind.
“Oh, gods…” I breathed out, my lids fluttering, my gaze connecting with aqua eyes, as I felt his tongue go deeper.
“This might still hurt.” Warwick clutched my face, pulling my chest against his, kissing me deeply. “Relax.” That’s when I felt him press his cock into me from behind.
I gasped roughly, my nerves burning, air locking in my chest as he pushed into me.
“Holy fuck.” Warwick’s head tipped back, a loud moan coming from him as he slipped his finger over my clit, rolling his thumb over it.
Feeling Warwick’s shadow push deeper into me, spinning my head and spreading euphoria through my veins.
I cried out, rocking between the two bodies pressed into me, sparking the savage part of me back to life. Warwick sat up, reaching deeper, his mouth sucking on my breasts as his shadow fucked me from behind, his lips nipping at my neck.
I gave myself over to it, indulging in the utter bliss.
No guilt or death.
No torture or pain.
No prisons or test labs.
It was just us.
We would have to face it all soon enough, but right now, we took pleasure, we stole joy, we robbed grief of its hold on us.
“You like that, princess?” Warwick’s spirit grunted in my ear, hitting harder and faster. “Me fucking your pussy and ass.”
“Yes,” I heaved, feeling the buzz of heat, the edge of oblivion coming for us.
Warwick snarled, flipping me over and propping me up on my hands and knees.
“I need to feel the real thing.” He grabbed my hair, yanking it back as he pushed into me, my hands clawing and scratching at the bedding. Feeling the real thing seemed like he was splitting me apart. “Holy fuck… holy fuuuuccckk,” he moaned.
“Warwick!” My eyes watered. Through the pain, my muscles burned with desire.
“I got you, princess.” His shadow’s tongue slipped into my pussy, sucking on my clit.
I bellowed as he yanked me up to his chest, his hand circling my neck, pounding into me as he devoured my pussy.
“Oh, gods… oh, gods…” My body shook violently.
His shade moved in front of me. Feeling just as real as the other, he positioned himself, sandwiching me between the two, before thrusting into my pussy.
I couldn’t even scream. My nerves were ravished and shredded by him filling me so deeply. I could almost feel them rubbing together, clawing down my bones. I cried out, my body almost going limp. The two Warwicks pressed me between them, our bodies rolling and moving together.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Warwick’s tempo picked up, his hand gripping my neck tighter, squeezing until sparks burst behind my lids. Screaming, I felt myself explode. Warwick’s shadow moved, his mouth lapping at my folds as I came, making me orgasm so hard my sight blinked out.
Fire bulbs flickered, a few bursting, sprinkling glass down from the ceiling, a rumble of thunder, a breeze sweeping through the stagnant underground room, dispersing the thick clouds of opium. Loud moans echoed through the room in unison, the energy from everyone’s release at once only heightening ours.
Warwick roared, his hot cum spilling inside me so much it gushed down my thighs. Our chests heaved together, our muscles quaking. It took several moments for us to even be able to breathe, frozen in overwhelming ecstasy.
“Fuck, princess… that was… fuck…” Warwick exhaled heavily against my neck. “I love my dick still coming inside you while I can taste your release on my tongue.”
No words found their way to my lips. No brain activity besides the rush still zooming over me, the heat of our skin, the violent trembling of my body. I could feel the withdrawal already setting in. The need for more. My addiction to him.
Warwick pulled out slowly, more of his claim sliding down my leg.
His hand cupped my cheek, twisting my chin to him, and he kissed me fervently. Lowering me down on the bed, he gathered up my shivering form, pressing me into him, my head on his good shoulder.
“How’s your headache now?” He sounded smug and cocky, making me snort. I couldn’t say he didn’t have the right to be after that, and I knew our wounds were mostly healed. I felt no pain anywhere, just absolute gratification, my muscles melting into him.
The buzz of activity started seeping around us, making me very aware of the people near us. My mind stumbled back on what we went through, the kids who were killed, what happened with Caden. To us.
“Stop it.” He wagged his head, his eyes shutting briefly. “We can talk about everything later.” Dammit, he knew me too well. “Right now, we need actual sleep.”
“Sleep, huh?” My hand rubbed over his chest, following his tattoo.
“At least a couple hours before I wake you up to fuck, take a shower and fuck you again, and maybe get food before I screw you up on the butcher block upstairs.”
“As long as we can use the meat hooks.”
He let out a laugh, peering at me, the sound spreading a giddy smile on my face. “Just my level of kink.”
“It’s why you love me,” I said without thinking, feeling chagrin flood my cheeks, a rebuttal coming up my throat.
“Yeah.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, his heated gaze on me. “That must be it.” His mouth brushed mine. “Now sleep.”
As if he ordered my body to let go, I shut my eyes, falling into oblivion. The opium in me and around me sedating me quicker.
Letting down all my walls.
“Brexley Kovacs.” The ancient, inhuman voice from the fae book slithered into my head as if it had been waiting in the shadows for me. “The girl who challenges nature’s laws. Your power calls to you…”