Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Cass

“You’re mine, Cassandra.” His words were a rough growl. I was still reeling from the pain in my neck. I hated the fact that he had made me come. That my body had betrayed me, that I’d enjoyed him spanking me.

How he’s fingers had felt as he’d fucked me with them. How his cock had felt as he’d worked it in and out of me, taking me to a place that I’d never been before. How a part of me wanted him to take me again, even though I knew that I shouldn’t want it. I didn’t love him, he didn’t love me. This wasn’t about me though, this was about keeping my sister safe. Keeping us alive.

Something inside of me felt hollow at his words. The side of me that had enjoyed it, wanted to belong to him even though I didn’t know what that meant. Or what he was, just that he was a monster. A monster that I’d let use my body for his own pleasure. 

His penis was still hard inside of me even though he’d already come. His fingers moved over my clitoris, drawing patterns that had me gasping for air. Making it hard to think of anything but him and what he was doing to my body. 

“Little bird, don’t ever tell me no.” His breath was hot against my skin as he spoke, trailing his tongue over the spot where he’d bitten me. My body tensed up as he laved his tongue over my skin and my vision blurred.

“Y, yes, Sir.” I moaned as he picked up speed. Already I was so close to my climax, I wanted to cry, to ask him to stop again.

To beg him not to stop. 

“Lucian, in private. When you’re like this, desperate beneath me. You will call me Lucian.” 

“Lucian.” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as I crashed over the edge. I could understand now why an orgasm was called a little death. 

I felt like I was dying.

He growled, thrusting into me with the barest of movements. Sex had never been like this, sure I’d had it. That had been about forgetting for a moment. Scratching an itch.

With Lucian, I had a feeling that it was more. Darker, not just in the fact that he wanted to tie me up and spank me. He was like the ocean. Vast and ready to consume me. Ready to pull me under the tide, to suffocate me until I became one with him. 

“Mmm,” His hands moved to my hips as he leaned back, pulling me up with him. “That’s right, I want to hear you cry out my name.”

He slid deeper inside of me at this angle, pressing against something inside of me that made the pleasure I was feeling intensify. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the dress scrunched up beneath my breasts. 

“Lucian.” I cried out and he groaned low in the back of his throat. His hand moved from my hips and up my back until he cradled the back of my neck. “Lucian.”

He growled and I finally looked up at him. His glowing onyx eyes called to some primal fear in me, the part of my DNA that told me I wasn't safe. That I needed to run and hide. 

I could see the cosmos in his gaze. He snarled barring sharp teeth and I closed my eyes, crying out as I fell over the edge despite my fear. 

His lips pressed against mine, swallowing the sounds that I was making. His hand moved my body faster as he kept up a brutal pace that I knew would leave me sore tomorrow. That was if I was still alive after this. 

I tried to block those thoughts from my mind, instead focusing on him. I had the feeling that pleasing him would be the best way for us to stay alive. His fingers tightened in my hair, a sharp tooth scraped against my tongue as he sucked it into his mouth. The pace became erratic and he moaned. I didn’t know if it was from the blood or my body, I no longer care. The hand on my hips gripped me tighter, nails digging into my skin as he stilled. His cock twitched inside of me as he came. 

His lips were soft this time, not as brutal before, but it didn’t matter. My tongue was sore and the taste of blood was thick on my lips. He pulled back. His eyes still had that same glow. 

“What are you?” I panted, feeling his dick soften inside of me. His lips twitched into a half-smile. 

“Does it matter?” 

I shook my head and he untangled his fingers from my hair. It didn’t matter, it was already done. I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. 

Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. 

“I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.”

I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that? 

“I need a mate and as long as you do as I say, I’ll protect you and your sister. Now that you are here, you’ll need it. Humans don’t last long among us.”

“Why is that?” I asked, worrying my lower lip as he held me in the loose circle of his arms. 

“You taste good.” His eyes gleamed as he spoke, and I sucked in a breath. His lips pressed against mine. His cock growing hard inside of me again, he pulled at the tie around my wrist. Freeing my hands and I had the feeling that I was in for a long night.