Wild Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary Book 4)
Chapter 26

The day had passed me by like I was a hamster caught in a whirlwind. I was just a small rodent being tossed waywardly though the air as we returned to the Oscura household, ate the best food I’d ever tasted and played games with the pups until the early hours of the morning. I’d finally been lured away from an intense game of tag by Rosalie nibbling on my ear and that had been enough to draw me into an hour-long fuckfest with my girl and her mates before we’d finally passed into oblivion.

It felt like I’d only just fallen asleep when I was rudely awoken by an ass cheek driving into my hip, and it wasn’t the perfectly round kind I wanted to sink my teeth into. It belonged to a long-lost Lion who had taken up the middle of the bed with Rosalie while Ethan manned the other side of her. Now usually, I wasn’t averse to a more masculine ass cheek on occasion, but my heart was pounding tonight and it didn’t want anything or anyone but the girl currently being held captive between two donkey dicks.

I pushed to my feet, stalking to the end of the bed that was nowhere near big enough for the four of us – let alone Cain who was no doubt peeking in the window with a silent tear tracking down one cheek – not his ass cheek at least. I’d had enough of those unless they belonged to a feral Wolf with eyes as big as the moon and lips that could make rose petals wither with envy.

I snatched her ankle and yanked her out from between them like I was ripping a tablecloth out from under a bunch of items in my way. She squeaked in surprise, nearly hitting the floor, but I caught her and tossed her over my shoulder in the next second. Disgruntled shouts came from the other men who had claimed her, but I was already gone, kicking the door closed and taking the twisty-windy halls this way and that through the manor house so they couldn’t easily follow.

When I found an empty room – after opening several and causing a ruckus in the house – I finally carried Rosalie inside, ignoring her ongoing questions as to what the fuck I was doing.

I planted her ass down on a dressing table, stepping between her thighs and taking a kiss that silenced all of her words. Her hand coiled around my throat after indulging me a few moments, and I laughed headily as our mouths parted.

“Wanna be my dominatrix for the night?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

“I want to know why you stole me from my bed?” she asked.

“Too many cocks,” I stated. “I want you to myself for once. Or does our great Alpha not approve?”

Her fingers curled a little tighter around my neck and my smile grew. “Would you really let me play dominatrix with you?”

“I’d let you put on a strap-on and ride me raw if it pleased you, baby.”

“But is that what you want?” she pushed, her eyes narrowing.

“Me?” I frowned.

“Yes, you, Sin. How often do you think about what you like sex to be?”

That one stumped me right there. I was a tree one second, then I’d been ruthlessly cut down.

She lowered her hand from my throat and I leaned in to kiss her jaw; nibbles, then bites, then licks until she laughed throatily, pulling me closer. “Give me a second to think that one out. My brain moves in twenty-seven directions at once, sometimes I need a minute to replace my own answer.”

“Maybe you don’t need to think about it. Maybe that’s the problem,” she suggested breathily as I made it to her neck and bit down there, marking a trail of ownership along her bronze skin.

“Things get dangerous when I stop thinking. There’s not much of a rational rail service in my brain, but if I buy a ticket I have a chance of making it to a less psychotic stop.”

“You make a weird kind of sense,” she sighed, tipping her head back as I made it to her breasts, sucking, licking, pulling her silken night top down and freeing her tits for my hands to grab. They filled them just right and my tongue circled one nipple then the next.

“What do you like? Just follow your instincts,” she urged.

“Those get me into trouble, wild girl,” I laughed into her breasts then squeezed and nuzzled them. Fuck I loved her tits. They were a perfect nest for the flightless bird of my hungry tongue.

“The best kind.” I could hear the smirk in her voice and my lips tilted to mimic it. “Do what you want, Sin. Be who you really are with me. That’s all I desire.”

I groaned into her soft skin, pulling away and stepping back to look down at her. “I don’t know where that’ll lead, but if you let me set my demons free I just know they’ll play nice with you, even if a little rough too.”

“You don’t seem like a man who keeps his demons locked up,” she teased.

I leaned down to speak into her ear. “The darkest ones lay deep. That’s the risk, pretty one. If you want to dance with the devils in me, be ready to face the worst my soul has to offer. It’s where the predator inside me waits, where the reaper within sits with patience, where the hungriest pieces of me await their next meal.”

She shivered, leaning into me instead of away. She knew what I was. She had seen so much of me, but perhaps not all of it yet. And I didn’t want any part of me hidden from the eyes of my Moon Wolf.

“Give it to me. All of it. The good, the bad-”

“The downright atrocious,” I finished for her, leaning back and offering her a twisted grin.

I let her take in my bare chest and watched her expression shift as my body changed, my Incubus powers sliding over my skin to reveal what lay mirrored inside me. I could taste her desire in the air and it unveiled this new form in me, showing what my soul looked like in Fae form. It was this she wanted most, to see me as I was, but deeper still. I was the most naked and the most powerful creature in that moment. A potent kind of energy flooded my veins, the magic I drank into my flesh more than I had ever tasted at once.

My skin was drenched in blood, soaking me through, and jagged black spikes had grown along my arms and curled up over my shoulders. I had horns like daggers and skin as tough as iron. But I was still me. Still Sin Wilder. Or even fucking Whitney Northfield beneath it all. There, she had it. The Whitney in me. The root and the shoot. The way I felt inside manifested upon my flesh.

“Shiver my fucking timbers, baby,” I growled, staring at this perfect incarnation of my deepest wants before me. She was it. The stars hadn’t made her for me, oh no. Nothing this pure would have been gifted to me. She was mine because we were drawn to the jagged pieces that our pasts had placed in us, corrupted parts that the stars had no hand in crafting. That was where we connected, within the wreckage of our truths.

“I’m a monster,” I said darkly, wondering if she would shrink from me now, but she only slid down from the dresser and pulled her top over her head, tossing it aside. Her silk shorts went next, revealing her naked flesh to me and making me groan with want.

“You’re my monster. And the way you look now is how I feel on the inside too. It’s dark and twisted and drenched in the blood of the past, but it’s so beautifully real, Sin. You are so beautifully real. Have me now, how your soul wants me. Let it be brutal and let it be everything.”

I lunged for her, my cock so hard with need that I didn’t even bother to take the time to drop my boxers, I tore them clean off of me and threw them away. With a surge of desire, I grabbed her arm and threw her onto the bed, her back hitting the clean sheets as I leaned over her and spread her thighs wide. I feasted on her skin, licking my way along her tight pussy until I found her clit, letting her feel the way my tongue had split like a snake’s as I slid it over her. She cried out, gasping when I did it again and pushed her legs even wider as I drove three fingers into her at once.

She moaned, clawing at the sheets while I fucked her with my mouth like only a heathen knew how. She was coming on my lips within a few seconds and I pushed another finger into her, stretching her and making her hips buck to meet the rhythm of my hand. I was rough and firm, pushing her to her limits as those sultry eyes met mine, my tongue riding her clit again and again, demanding her body bow to mine once more. The blood coating my skin didn’t mark her pretty flesh, the apparition of it not real enough to do so, and I liked it better that way. Her this perfect, untouchable goddess while me the manifestation of all the ruin she had ever felt, bestowing pleasure upon her without mercy.

Her pussy clamped tight around my fingers and my laugh came out in a throaty chuckle as her thighs locked around my head. When she finally released me from the cage of her legs, I kneeled up between them and forced her to roll over, slapping her ass and leaving a clean handprint marked on her skin. I gripped her hair and angled her head to the mirror to the side of the bed.

“Watch as I destroy you, honey pie,” I commanded and she sucked her lower lip as I fisted my cock and ran my thumb over the piercings adorning it.

“Ass up,” I commanded and she angled her hips higher as I released her hair and splayed my hand down over her shoulder blades, pushing to keep her pinned there. The feel of this Alpha submitting to my desires made my head spin. She was my whirlwind on a calm day, my chaos in the boredom. We would always seek each other here in the crux of our madness.

I fisted my cock tighter and slicked the tip through the wetness of her pussy before driving myself fully inside her with a hard thrust of my hips. She cried out and I roared as she took every inch of me and I started pounding into that sensitive place inside her, not holding back, giving and giving to the brink of insanity. But I’d been beyond that brink, I lived out there in the sea of wildness and I wanted her to know how good it could be to swim in its waters.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror as I fucked her with the full power of the fury that lived in my bones. She moaned my name, Sin, Sin, Sin, and that one word was the embodiment of all we were in that moment. It was nirvana, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

“Keep looking at me, don’t break eye contact,” I gritted out and she nodded, her brown eyes locked on mine in the reflection.

Incubuses could be lost if they changed forms too many times, if they forgot to come back to their own form enough. Sometimes I had felt close to losing myself, but Rosalie Oscura had not only grounded me in exactly who I was, she was now unveiling pieces of me I’d never seen in myself. I’d heard rumours of this. That an Incubus could reach a state of lust that gave them utter control over the sensations of their partner’s body, and I felt our souls connect with an abruptness that rattled me to my core.

I could feel what she felt, could heighten it, make it ten times more powerful, and as I thrust into her again, she let out a sound that was as close to bliss as I’d ever heard. I made her feel it all, made her skin come alive with pleasure until she was hardly able to do anything at all but take what I gave her. I fucked her with a purity that blinded me, her lust feeding my magic to the point of overflowing.

“Sin, oh my stars,” she groaned, fisting the sheets, but there was no strength in her grip, because I was wringing her of it all. I held her hips and drove in even deeper, pulling on the connection between us and making more pleasure spill through her than I had ever delivered to anyone before.

We were united in a way that transcended this realm, our bodies, all of it. We were one and as I stared at her in the mirror, transfixed by this beautiful creature of mine, I realised there was no more blood on my skin, no more spikes or horns. I was me, wholly me and my body was shimmering as if I was a star damned Pegasus.

My cock was thick and so hard, I was losing all grasp on everything in this world but her. She was all that existed. All I wanted to exist. And as one, we came apart, the noise that left me a pure, carnal sound that went on and on while she echoed it. I finally stilled inside her, coming so hard I was close to blacking out. Rosalie’s body relaxed into a puddle beneath me and I slowly withdrew from her, falling down at her side.

My hand landed on hers and our fingers wove together as she curled into me, panting and laughing.

“You’re it for me, wild girl,” I said breathlessly. “Whatever that was confirms it. I didn’t know love like this could exist in me, but it’s there regardless, you perfect peachy thing.” I turned to replace her lips, and they were already there, meeting mine.

“I love you too, you perfect peachy thing,” she echoed and my smile was surely branded on my mouth, etched too deep to ever be removed.

We lay there, breathing each other in until the night deepened and sleep stole her from me. That jealous bastard had come calling, luring her away like the Pied Piper he was.

I knew what I had to do now. There was no sleeping for me tonight.

I slipped out of bed, gently lifting her and carrying her back to the arms of the men who adored her so well. Her Atlas lay on the nightstand and I picked it up, casting a silencing bubble around me as I made a call to Jerome, my gaze fixed on my softly sleeping girl within the clutches of her pack.

It wasn’t long before I had a name and location for the job, then I left her there, showered and dressed before slipping away like a moth through a crack, my pulse drumming everywhere beneath my skin. One little message to Jerome promised that his deed would be done, and I continued on through the hallways of the Oscura manor with a new hunger rising.

The thing about me was, when I wanted to dance no one could stop me. And when I looked for it, I could replace rhythm in all things. From the hum of the wind to the percussion of the rain. Tonight, there wasn’t much of those, but there was a creak in the floorboards as I crept through this big old house. The corridors were dark, but the dead of night didn’t bring total silence. I could hear low chatter beyond doors, whispering, giggling pups that reminded me of my childhood with Jerome. Always breaking rules and curfews.

Then our games had turned to brutality and I knew how that rainbow of bloodshed tasted. It was as sweet as it was bitter. It wasn’t actually the killing that I enjoyed the most; it was the thrill of the hunt. And tonight, I could feel that thrill swing-dancing through my veins and singing oh murder, oh my.

My sex pot had refused Jerome’s job and I’d seen the rage in his eyes, known the danger she was putting herself in by doing so. I couldn’t let it lie, so I was a bull in a meadow now, my horns pointed at the sunburnt ass of a naked nincompoop, and soon that nincompoop would fall to satisfy Jerome’s desires.

Oh my, the music was really thumping tonight. I could hear it in the walls, in the sky. The stars were twinkling at me as I made it out a window and landed as light as a feather on the porch roof outside. Carefully, dandy-footed and surefooted, I climbed down and took in the swing seat on the porch where two sleeping Fae remained undisturbed.

The bigger of the two was Roary’s brother with his golden hair and ever-grinning lips. A cat he was, but the creature curled up in his arms was no cat. Though small, I’d seen her bite, seen her turn her predatory gaze upon more than a handful of men in this house. Mmmhmm, Leon Night’s sugar-lipped sweetheart was my real challenge here as I carefully drew a silencing bubble around me and crept toward my target.

“Oh little Lion, just sleep and see,” I whisper-sung. “You think you win at stealing but you haven’t met me.” I slipped my index finger into his trouser pocket, hooking out the key to the shiny orange Mustang GT he’d been bragging about stealing from some stripper dude in the mortal realm. “Mine, mine, mine. Doesn’t she just look so fine, fine, fine?”

I turned, racing away into the night with a giggle escaping me and a manic smile borrowing all of my happies to make it grow and grow.

The GT was waiting there like a fancy flan in a hat and I gave it a little bow before pressing the button on the key. The lights winked at me and I winked back before sliding into the driver’s seat and settling myself in for the ride. I could drive like an expertito. I started her up and she purred like a dream as I slammed her into gear. When she roared, so did her Lion.

“This is where you learn that I am the greatest felon in the land, kitty cat.” I smiled at him as he came charging toward me across the lawn. His sweetie pie ran into view and that was when I turned the car around and raced for the gate at full pelt. A little device on the dashboard made the gate open for me and I laughed harder as I made it beyond the gate and onto the open road. When I passed the FIB, I shifted to look like a wholly different Fae to fool them, driving slowly past them before driving fast, fast, fast again, taking hairpin turns at a speed that pressed me back into my seat, losing anyone that might be chasing me into the night.

The stars were aligned for my hunt, because Jerome had told me my target was staying in his summer retreat not far from here.

“You foolish fool,” I grinned. “Tiberius Rigel, I’m coming to get you.”

He sounded like a bore of a man, some government official or maybe he wasn’t even in that role anymore, who fucking knew or cared? But I had no doubt that old Tibs had lived a good life setting his laws and talking his talk at least for a while, being the big boss man and making sure there was no room in this kingdom for Fae like me. Miscreants and mayhem-makers. We wouldn’t get to express our true nature if it was up to people like Tibsy boy. But the thing about fancy men in fancy hats was that the world always caught up to them. And tonight, retribution was headed his way in the form of a blackhearted villain who knew how to make death into one hell of a party.