Page 112 of Remnants
It’s what I would be doing, if I could.
Grasping the knob to Aiden’s room, I silently ease the door open. Raegan’s fast asleep in his bed, her hair wild behind her and the rest of her hidden beneath silk sheets.
I draw a steadying breath.
She’s right there. Uninjured. Unbothered. Safe.
But what Royce made me do...
What I’d beenpowerlessto stop...
The darkness I keep carefully contained is thrashing within, thirsty for blood. My body trembles from the adrenaline, theneedto hunt him down for what he’s done ever potent. I can’t sit still whilehe’s out there. Can’t let his manipulation ofmybody,mygift, stand.
I’ve never felt helpless before.
The sight of my blade sinking into her back is a nightmare that haunts me even when I'm awake.
I fist my hand to cease its shaking, but it does nothing to deter the violent energy bursting at the seams for release. If an entire day of training, of pushing myself close to my limit, couldn’t stem the bloodlust, then there’s only one other option if I’m to keep my promise.
It doesn’t matter that this is Aiden’s room and his bed. It’s about time he learned to share.
I leave the door open a crack as my warning to him that she’s not alone once he’s finished with his business, then work quickly to shed my clothes. Crawling over her on the bed, I drag the silk sheet down, slowly revealing her body. She doesn’t stir at the silken caress nor the shifting of the mattress at my movements.
I’m amazed how anyone can sleep through something that I know would wake me in an instant. How blissful sleep must be for them. To not worry about the world around them while in such a vulnerable state.
I lick my lips, ready for a taste of her. We’d talked about this before, about pleasuring the other while they were asleep. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, but when her eyes glowed with excitement at the idea, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I made that dream come true.
I just didn’t expect that moment to be because my control was slipping.
Unfurling my gift, the invisible hands of air whisper over her skin, painting long lines around her curves. Tickling her hair. After retrieving a knife from my clothes, I slice through her bra and underwear, flipping the fabric to the side until there’s nothing between us.
She’s stunning.
Perfect.
I squeeze my hard shaft as it throbs mercilessly, inhaling sharply at the burst of pleasure the action gives me.
Not yet.
Tucking some flyaway strands of hair behind her ear, I trace my thumb over her cheek, her jaw, her neck. “I need you, little one. Your monster needs you.” Her pulse beats steadily, a constant drum that soothes a small part of me, helping to rein me in. I kiss her there, tasting it with a long swipe of my tongue before moving to her breasts. I play with them with my hands, my tongue, my mouth...all the while flicking brief glances to her face to see if this is the moment she wakes.
I scrape my teeth against her hip bone, and she jerks reflexively. Smirking, I continue my descent between her legs, shifting them open and bending at the knees for both of our comfort, then expose her core. I lick her entrance to her clit, dragging the pad of my tongue in a firm stroke that has her legs twitching. It’s an effort to contain my groan as I taste her, breathe her in. She simultaneously soothes the fraying ends of my sanity and ignites them.
I’m both settled and more incensed than before.
She’s mine.
My little one.
…and I’d hurt her.
I eat her pussy without holding back. Whether she wakes at this point or not is moot; because I have her. I’m not going to rest until I have my fill of her. Her cunt clenches when I tongue her entrance, trying to draw me deeper, trying to grasp for something more. My gift continues to play with the rest of her, fondling her breasts, caressing her skin until it’s needy for more attention.
I take my time with her, sucking, nibbling, petting her pussy until she writhes above me, soft moans drawn from her throat though she doesn’t wake. Her body is so responsive, soreactive, to me. A flick of her clit elicits the most visceral jolt. Latching my mouth over it, I suck and lick it while pressing a digit to her entrance. It slides right in, her body slick and welcoming.
“So good, little one. So wet for me, even asleep as you are.”
My rage smooths a little bit more. We’re so close to bringing it to heel.
