5. TRY CRYING

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW 

At an early age Vivica had already learned men were all the same. Their desire always started with lust and ended with sex. The only way that they could see a woman. So why would this devil be any different? From the moment their eyes met, his intentions towards her had been crystal clear. He wanted her, her body, her fire, every inch of her. They had even made a deal where he could do anything with her. 

Now, with her heat raging and her wolf clawing at the edges of control, she was rendered almost immobile, completely at his mercy as he killed every male around her. The aroused wolf in his dark blue eyes was enough to tell her how utterly broken she would be once he fucked her. 

She all knew it the moment she drank the heat drink and she had no intentions of backing off. 

“Deal,” she whispered, trembling with the pain bubbling in her veins yet defiant, watching as his claws grazed her thighs and spread them wide. 

The level of heat she was experiencing, combined with just how wild his wolf was going to be with her, had her bracing herself for the inevitable pain, but Finn’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. He uncapped a small bottle, drank from it, and before she could process whether it was something like Viagra or rut liquid to make it even more violent, his lips crashed onto hers.

She gasped, eyes wide, drinking in the sight of him; handsome, dangerous, impossibly close to the point claiming her lips. His gaze pinned hers as he pressed the liquid into her mouth, making her swallow instinctively.

“What did you—” she growled slowly, but the world instantly blurred around her. Her eyelids grew heavy, and darkness claimed her. Her body went limp in his arms. 

Finn glanced at her collapsed figure in his arms. Unguarded, defenseless and completely at his mercy. Her body continues to lure him into her increasing heat. 

He brushed his finger on her hard nipples, watching her lips parting in need, her brows drawing closer beautifully as a single tear rolled down from the corner of her eyes when the heat between her legs remained dripping and aching with painful emptiness. 

“Why can’t I just kill you?” His eyes stuck on her tear as his gaze shifted to her small beautiful face that had captivated not only his wolf but his soul. He brushed his lips on her soft ones and closed his eyes to control his wild desires, “Since you made a deal with the devil…you are all mine,” his wolf spoke with him. 

When Vivica opened her eyes next, she was in a bathtub that was clearly not hers. Her heat had turned the water hot. Steam swirled around her flushed skin, and the oppressive heat that had once consumed her had ebbed. 

‘How did this happen?’ she wondered to herself when a sound in the bathroom attracted her attention. 

Across the room, a tall, naked figure stood under the open shower. Slowly, as her vision cleared, she traced the lines of Finn’s broad back, the black wolf tattoo etched across it, water cascading over sculpted muscles. 

Finn glanced over his shoulder, locking eyes with her. Vivica froze, realizing she too was naked, the clothing stripped from her without her memory of how it had happened. No doubt he did it. She instinctively tried to feel any lingering discomfort, but there was nothing. Only the warmth of her heat finally subsided. Was it the liquid he had fed her?

“I’m not into fucking corpses,” Finn said, turning to reveal his scarred chest and perfectly carved eight-pack. “You’ll find nothing between your legs but heat.”

Vivica’s gaze roamed over him, the scars mapping a history of battle, the ridges of muscle, the dangerous aura radiating from every line of his body. She did not want to admit it, but he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Every part of him radiated raw masculinity, from his voice to his presence. Her eyes, almost against her will, drifted lower, catching sight of his long, thick, hardened arousal, a physical testament to his potency.

But his length and thickness could kill a woman in the bed. She had never seen a man as big as him. Could it be because he was a devil? 

“Such a gentlemanly devil,” she murmured, rising from the bath and walking toward him with deliberate slowness. “Reduced my heat, instead of devouring the feast. I might cry in gratitude.”

Finn drank her in, every inch of her bare, flushed skin, the hardness of her nipples, the curve of her hips, the wetness glistening between her thighs. Every bit of her was pulsing with the need to be fucked. His wolf’s gaze darkened with hunger, deep in the shadows of his eyes.

“Try crying…” he whispered, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. “I might be gentle.”

His hardness pressed into her belly, awakening her every nerve that she had barely controlled. Her wolf gasped in response, every instinct screaming with need. She wanted him. She needed him. And yet he was her enemy.

Doing this with an enemy was a sin. Especially when the enemy was the Devil himself. 

“No man has made me cry in pleasure… or satisfied me,” she whispered, brushing her fingers lightly over his hardness. Finn’s eyes darkened, his arousal sharpening further as her fingers teased the slit of his hard cock. “And since I’m already in pain, I’m not looking to add more.” She smiled playfully, pulling her fingers back, teasing, and began to turn away. “A pill is better than a man.” she added. 

But before she could take another step, Finn was there.  

Vivica gasped at how he was somehow right in front of her when he had been  right behind her.  

"A pill is better than a man?" Finn whispered, pinning her against the wall in an instant as his dark eyes met hers and the heat between them flared like fire. "Then it's time to meet a real man, baby girl," he declared as he spread her legs with his knee and slid his hand down to her pussy's mouth and slid his fingers inside her wet hole. "Bite my shoulder if you can't handle," he whispered as he repeatedly thrust his fingers into her dripping pussy, causing Vivica to gasp in pleasure as her lips parted. "Because if you don't bite…," he stated using his cock in place of his fingers to stroke her clit before slipping it into her moist pussy and pressing his lips against her to swallow her moan. "I won't be stopping.