Page 251 of Once Upon a Fable

“Quiet!” I roared, ripping on my zipper and shoving the denim down. My ears buzzed. My head throbbed. Flames incinerated my eyelashes. My hips rocked on their own accord, selfish and manic, feral with the need to mate.

With jeans clinging to my thighs and the sounds of my own grunts mixing with the crackling fire, I fell on top of the woman.

She fought me. “Stop it!”

My entire body jerked.

It’d never felt like this before.

The tingling, the hissing, the crackle of connection and chemistry.

I’d never been so fucking mad or so hungry for sex.

If fighting her felt this good, what would fucking her be like?

My left arm, complete with some weird contraption around my forearm, kept her throat locked to the floor while my right went to her hips.

She couldn’t stop this.

It was already too late.

I had to have her.

She. Was.Mine.

Levin vanished.

Chewed by fire or waiting in the snow, I didn’t fucking care.

He’d turned me into this.

He’d snapped my mind and left me gagging for more.

I wanted to be the one in power for a change.

To hear someone else beg for their life.

To have them cry and writhe, to whimper and obey.

I sought her trousers. A skirt. Panties. I prepared to rip down any obstruction between us.

But there was nothing.

Just bare skin and delectable warmth.

Warmth of a human instead of fire. Warmth that was comfort instead of pain. Warmth that drew me in, intoxicated me, and made my vision turn black with desire.

“Think you can hurt me and not be hurt in return?” I hissed, wedgingmy hips between hers, spreading her legs with a strength that surprised me. I was stronger than her. By a lot. It took hardly any effort to kick her ankles apart, sink until our bodies pressed tight, then seek that perfect softness that had no choice but to welcome me.

“No!” Tears fell down the woman’s cheeks. “Don’t.”

Something inside me cracked.

Something commanded I stop.

But when hadtheyever stopped?

My tears had meant nothing to them. My screams, my begs, my blood. It’d all meantnothing. It’d all added to their lust. Their thrill.