Chapter 126
Lysander
The water cascaded down my spine in a warm, steady rush, washing away the lather, but doing nothing to quench the fire raging between us. Bent all the way at the waist, my hands braced against the slick tile wall, I was completely open to him.
Drake’s broad hands clamped onto my hips in an iron grip, his knuckles white, his fingers digging into my flesh with a possessive weight that guaranteed dark, bruised fingerprints by morning.
"Look at this wet, ruined little mouth taking every inch of me," Drake growled, his voice a gravelly, lethal purr against my ear. "You like being bent over in the dark like a used trophy, don’t you, little bird?"
"D-Drake..." I sobbed out, my palms sliding against the stone as he pulled back to the head of his shaft, then slammed all the way back in with a heavy, wet thwack. "Ah... God, Drake!"
"Answer me," he commanded, his teeth nipping hard at the sensitive tendon of my neck, drawing a sharp, needy gasp from my lips. "Tell me how good it feels to have my heavy prick stretching your sweet, pathetic little entrance to its limit."
"It feels so good... fuck, it hurts so good!" I choked out, my mind turning to complete mush under his verbal relentless assault. "Fuck me, Drake! Stretch me... split me open!"
"That’s it," he hissed, his pace turning terrifyingly fast, his hips slapping against my ass cheeks with brutal, rhythmic force. "Beg for it. Show me how much of a shameless, filthy whore you are for your mate’s cock. You’re going to take every drop I have, and then you’re going to leak my seed down your thighs all night."
The raw, degrading filth spilling from his lips acted like pure gasoline on the embers inside me. I was already completely spent, my body trembling from two back-to-back orgasms, but my tight opening clenched around his thick girth on instinct, milking him violently with every brutal thrust.
"Fuck, Lysander..." Drake groaned, his dark composure cracking into raw, primal filth. "You’re gripping me so fucking hard... Your tight, greedy ass is trying to milk me dry. You want my cum deep inside you, don’t you? You want me to fill this pretty little hole until it’s overflowing?"
"Yes! Fuck, yes, Drake!" I whined, throwing my head back against his shoulder, my hips mindlessly bucking back against his relentless cadence. "Fill me! Drain your balls inside me! Make me yours!"
"You’re already mine, you dirty little addiction," Drake growled, reaching one massive hand around my front to wrap his fingers around my sensitive, soft shaft and my aching balls, squeezing them tightly as he drove his cock deep to the hilt. "I’m going to mark your insides so deep you’ll feel me every time you try to walk tomorrow."
A breathy, silent scream escaped my lips as my whole body convulsed. The double pressure of his hand wringing my length while his cock hammered my prostate was too much to endure. Even without being fully erect, another violent wave of pleasure rippled through my loins, making my inner walls flutter helplessly around his invading length.
Drake felt my body contract around him, and the sensation pulled him straight over the edge of sanity.
He let out a low, terrifying roar—a sound of pure, ancient dominance—and slammed his hips forward one final, deep, violent time, burying his length as deep inside my body as physically possible, pinning me flat against the shower wall.
"Take it, you filthy little bird!" Drake rasped out, his fingers digging into my throat and my hip to anchor me. "Take all my load!"
The first thick, burning pulse of his climax hit the deep, sensitive back wall of my interior.
Surge after heavy, scorching surge of his seed poured deep into my body, flooding me completely. The heat of his release was intoxicating, sending a soothing, electric warmth spreading outward through my entire pelvis, interlocking with the Mating Bond in a way that felt sacred, possessive, and absolute.
"Ah... fuck!" Drake groaned, his body shuddering against mine as he poured every drop of his ancient strength into my body, his breath coming in harsh, ragged hitches against my wet neck. "God... you feel so fucking good... So tight... so sweet..."
He didn’t pull out. He stayed buried deep inside me, his chest heaving heavily against my back, his forehead resting against the wet curve of my shoulder as his pulse hammered violently against my skin.
For a long time, the only sound in the bathroom was the steady patter of warm water hitting the tiles and the deep, ragged hitches of our lungs.
Slowly, gently, Drake lifted his face from my shoulder. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the nape of my neck, then another behind my ear, his fangs lightly grazing my skin in a quiet, protective caress that contrasted sharply with the filthy words he had been spewing seconds prior.
It was remarkable how he went from filthy and scary to caring, one would think he was never lewd but he was the worst.
I sighed, all my energy draining out from under me. My legs gave out and I sank into him, he caught me and pulled me flush against him.
"My mate," he whispered, his voice returning to that low purr. "Completely, irrevocably mine."
"Yours..." I breathed back, my voice raspy and completely ruined. "Always yours, Drake."
With painstaking care, Drake slowly withdrew his length from my body. I let out a soft, involuntary whine at the sudden, cold feeling of emptiness, my knees wobbling so badly I almost slipped on the wet floor.
Before I could fall, Drake’s strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. He turned us under the warm spray of the shower, gently rinsing the soap and slick residue from my skin, his hands moving over my body with a tender, reverent care.
When he turned off the water, the quiet of the villa settled over us like a heavy, protective blanket.
Drake wrapped a plush towel around my shoulders, lifting me into his arms once again. He carried me out of the steam-filled bathroom and back into the master suite, laying me down gently on the fresh, dry side of the silk-draped bed.
He climbed in beside me, pulling the heavy comforter over our bare, exhausted bodies. He drew me flush against his warm, broad chest, resting my head over his steady, beating heart.
I closed my eyes, wrapping my arm over his waist, letting the deep, rhythmic hum of his pulse lull my exhausted mind into peace. The aphrodisiac was completely gone, replaced by a profound, soul-deep calm.