23: You're Mine Now

MAEVE

“On all fours. Right now.” He commanded.

I gasped, my body still trembling from the aftershocks, cum leaking down my thighs.

“What?” I was stunned at the prospect of another round when I could hardly even breathe from the first.

His eyes darkened with that feral hunger, and before I could protest further, his strong hands gripped my hips, flipping me over with zero effort. 

I yelped as he manhandled me onto my stomach, yanking my knees apart and arching my back until my ass was high in the air. 

Then, he positioned himself right behind me, the heat of his body looming, his cock nudging insistently at my soaked entrance.

And with one brutal shove, he drove into me from behind, burying his thick length to the hilt in my already tender pussy. 

“Fuck—ugh!” 

The stretch burned, fresh and overwhelming, and I cried out into the mattress, my face pressing into the damp sheets as tears of raw sensation pricked my eyes.

Lucien didn't hold back. 

He fucked me hard and wild, his hips pistoning with unhinged fury, each slam jolting my body forward. His free hand snaked up my spine, grabbing both my wrists and pinning them to the small of my arched back in an iron grip. 

I was trapped, utterly at his mercy, as he pounded into me relentlessly, the bed frame groaning under the assault.

“Stop acting like you don't crave this, you filthy whore,” he growled, his voice low and vicious, breath hot against my neck. “Your pussy's gripping me like it never wants to let go.”

His words ignited something fierce inside me, a surge of defiant strength flooding my veins. I couldn't help it as I began to throw my ass back, slamming against him to match his rhythm, taking him deeper with every desperate buck of my hips. 

The shock rippled through him; I felt his body tense, his thrusts faltering for a split second before he recovered with a guttural curse.

“Fuck yeah. That’s right,” he rasped, approval lacing his tone even as surprise edged it. “There she goes, fucking me back like the desperate slut she is.”

I couldn't control it, the way my body moved on instinct, hurling my ass to meet his every plunge. It was unreal, this strength in my limbs, pushing me to rival his supernatural stamina. 

But damn, it felt electric, the slap of my cheeks against his pelvis echoing through the room, driving us both wilder.

Delirious moans tore from my throat, raw and wanton, growing louder with each collision. I was losing it, the sounds spilling out uncontrollably, so I lunged forward and sank my teeth into the wooden headboard to muffle them. 

But it barely worked, the vibrations hummed through my jaw as I bit down harder, teeth marks appearing on the dark wood deeper as my cries still leaked around the edges.

The coil in my core snapped without warning, my second orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. 

I came so fucking hard, pussy convulsing around his cock, juices squirting out to drench his balls and the sheets below. 

My vision blurred, body shaking violently as ecstasy ripped through every nerve.

Lucien didn't follow. He held back, his breath ragged but controlled, knot swelling but not locking as he fucked me through my spasms, drawing out my release with merciless strokes.

One moment we were tangled on the bed, the next he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, carrying me down to the floor in his arms. 

My head spun from the sudden shift, legs wrapping around him instinctively, but he set me down roughly and bent me over the vanity table, my breasts flattening on the surface as he kicked my feet wider.

The mirror was right in front of us, capturing every filthy detail, my flushed face twisted in pleasure-pain, his towering form behind me, muscles rippling with each movement. 

Then, he slammed back into me without warning, his cock spearing through my oversensitive pussy, the friction igniting fresh sparks of agony-laced bliss.

A sharp cry escaped my lips, the overstimulation making my walls flutter wildly around him. 

My hands flailed in a frenzy, grasping for anything to hold, fingers knocking over perfume bottles, scattering brushes and jewelry across the floor in a clattering chaos. 

Lucien's fingers twisted into my hair, yanking my head back with a sharp tug that made me arch my spine and forced my gaze to the mirror. 

“Look at yourself,” he snarled, his voice rough with command. “Look at what a slut you are, taking your stepbrother’s cock like this.”

The reflection staring back was pure erotic filth, my full breasts bouncing wildly with every punishing thrust he drove into me, nipples hard and aching as they jiggled in rhythm to his slams. 

Sweat slicked my skin, making my body gleam under the dim light, strands of my dark hair plastered messily across my flushed face, lips parted in a constant stream of gasps and moans. 

And Lucien... by the moon goddess, he looked absolutely feral behind me, his muscles coiled and straining, those piercing wolf eyes glowing intensely as they locked onto mine through the glass, promising more devastation.

More wreckage.

I looked like a complete whore, debauched and owned, and fuck, I loved it.

Against my better judgment, I loved every bit of it.

The raw vulnerability, the way it made my pussy clench tighter around him. 

That unnatural strength from earlier came right back, but even more this time, and I threw my ass back harder, grinding against him with desperate force, matching his brutal pace and then some. 

He lived for it, I could tell, but it shattered his control for a beat, curses spilling from his lips in a guttural stream.

“Ugh! Fuck! Yeah, just like that,” he grunted raggedly as his hips stuttered before he clamped down, regaining his control. 

Then, without warning, he pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet pop that left me whimpering in raw disappointment, my empty pussy throbbing in protest. 

“Lucien, no, please,” I gasped, but he just chuckled darkly, his hands already hauling me up.

“Don’t worry. I’m nowhere near done with you, step sister,” he promised, voice laced with that insatiable edge. 

He lifted me effortlessly onto the vanity table, the wood cool against my heated ass as he threw both my legs over his broad shoulders, folding me open. 

In one swift motion, he thrust back in, spearing deep and claiming every inch of me again. He fucked me over and over, hips snapping with relentless power, the angle hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

I lost count of how many times we shifted, how many orgasms tore through me like lightning. It was all a frenzy, this insatiable hunger between us that only grew fiercer with every release, every grind, every slap of skin on skin. 

One second, we were on the table; the next, he had us tumbling to the floor in a tangle of limbs, my legs stretched farther than they have ever gone, splayed wide as he loomed above me. 

Hoisting himself on his hands, he pummeled into me from above, slamming down over and over, his cock dragging against my oversensitive walls with each descent.

“I’m so close! I’m so fucking close!” I cried out, voice breaking as the pressure built to an unbearable peak, my nails digging into his arms.

“Ngh! Me too,” he grunted, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest, his thrusts turning erratic but no less vicious.

I couldn't hold back anymore. 

The orgasm hit me massively, crashing through my body in waves more intense than anything all night, my pussy spasming violently, squirting around him as I screamed, every muscle locking in ecstasy.

Lucien grunted deep in his throat, and with one final brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and knotted inside me, the swell locking us together. 

He came there and then, unleashing everything he'd been holding back in endless gallons, hot spurts flooding me, overflowing and seeping out around his base. 

It was so endless, so erotic, the sheer volume and force of it pushing me over the edge again, and I came for the umpteenth time just from feeling him come inside me.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that I almost passed out, vision spotting as my body quaked.

We were both absolutely sated, finally, the frenzy reducing into heavy pants and limp exhaustion. 

I stayed there on the floor, trying to catch my breath, limbs heavy and spent, when Lucien pulled free with a slick sound and stood up. 

He picked up his clothes without a word, though he didn’t bother to dress up, still completely naked with his now flaccid cock leaking with the remnants of his come at the rip. 

I didn't even have the strength to feel bad about him suddenly leaving after fucking me to oblivion and back.

Before he turned to leave, he glanced down at me, eyes smoldering with dark intent. 

“You are mine,” he growled, voice low and possessive. “And you are for as long as I want you to be,”