A Surrender Of Hope (Umbra Hunters #3)

31. Meyer

THIRTY-ONE

Meyer

I gasp into Creed's mouth as I stumble back, my arms winding around his neck to brace myself so I don’t fall as he kisses me so hard he steals my breath and pulls me completely under his spell.

Creed moans and spins us, shoving my back against the wall, his hands gripping my waist almost painfully. I gasp as he slides his knee between my thighs, grinding it against my pussy. I moan, writhe against him, and try to touch the ground to take back some the control, but Creed holds me up, not letting me gain any purchase against the floor under us.

I look up when he leans forward, his chest rising and falling with rapid breath as his eyes locking with mine. “I love you, Creed,” I whisper into his ear. Creed inhales sharply, as if still surprised to hear me say it before wrapping his arms around me and crashing his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

Our teeth clash as I return his kiss, matching his intensity as I let my hands run up his chest and over his shoulders before I lock them in his hair and pull on the curly brown strands. Hard.

Creed hisses in pain as I pull him back, raking my teeth over his bottom lip as I arch my body, pressing my shoulders against the wall and grinding myself against his hard cock. He slams his hips forward, pressing me into the wall and putting enough pressure on my throbbing clit that I cry out. His tongue dives between my parted lips, kissing away my whimpers and moans as he grinds his hips against me, locking me to him as he winds his hands into my hair, and pulls it in return.

“Creed,” I gasp into his mouth, my body bursting to life as he tears his mouth away with a growl and kisses down the column of my throat, then bites hard enough I know it will leave a mark.

“Fuck!” I scream, and Creed chuckles darkly when I buck against him in response, my clit throbbing with acute need. I yank on his hair again, thrusting my hips against him, needing more than the friction. His name falls from my lips like a plea as his hands grab my waist, and he spins me and presses my front against the cold stone wall.

“So fucking perfect,” he rasps against my ear as his hands fist the fabric of the oversized shirt I put on earlier. “Are you wet for me?” he asks, dragging two fingers through my lower lips, hissing when they come back drenched in my arousal.

His hands move back to my waist, and he turns me around to face him. His eyes rake down my front as I reach up with my other hand and wrap it around his neck, bringing him down to me, and kissing him hard. “I need you,” I demand, kissing him again and making him groan when I run my hand up and down his erection, thumb rubbing across the slit at the head of his cock. The sharp prick of his teeth against my lips makes me see stars as I lean closer, exploring his mouth with my tongue. “Make me yours, Creed.”

Creed slows our kiss and pulls back, looking at me with wide eyes.

“Like…”

“Yes,” I whisper back and smile. “Please?”

Creed’s response is instant, hooking my knee over his arm, and lifting my free leg in the air as I line him up at my entrance. My mouth falls open with a cry that he swallows as he fills me with a single thrust. Stars burst across my vision as the burn of the stretch steals my breath as he seats himself as deeply as he can inside me. Creed curses, his cock throbbing when I blindly reach out, my nails digging into his arms as he slowly pulls back, then slams in a second time, his hips slapping against mine, not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

I let my head fall against the wall, looking up at Creed as he pounds into me with brutal thrusts. The fingers of one hand dig into my hip while he lifts my leg even higher, spreading me open for him.

Anger and fear still burns in his eyes, his chest heaving as he tries to control himself, which just won’t do. I want everything Creed has, and I need him to trust himself with me, no matter how he feels. He says he loses control after a battle in which the adrenaline high takes over. Well then, I want to be the answer. I want him to fuck me without worry, to expel everything he has, and use me for his needs. I want to be a safe place for him the way he was for me when I was panicking after our talk with his father in the gardens.

“Let it go,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to his as I stare into his beautiful eyes. “I can handle everything you need, Creed. You just have to trust me… us. Trust us. We were made for each other.” I clench around him, making him grunt and curse, his hips hitting me even harder as I pull on his anger and pain, wanting him to release it all, or it will sit and fester, poisoning him from the inside out.

“Meyer,” he growls out in warning, and I gasp and move my hands up, digging my nails into his skin and raking them across his back. “Fuck, if I don't stop,” he starts to say, gasping as his head lowers to my neck, and I feel his sharp teeth gently press to the sensitive skin there.

“Don't stop.”

“Are you sure? It’s forever, Meyer,” he rasps, and I nod.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. My heart already belongs to you, Creed, now take the rest of me,” I demand, watching as his eyes spark, the green darkening slightly as he snarls, grabs me around the throat, and pulls out of me. I’m about to protest, my pussy aching and clenching at the sudden empty feeling. But then he shoves me to the ground, following me down as he flips me onto my hands and knees.

“You will tell me if you need me to stop,” he growls behind me, grabbing his erection at the base and slamming into me so hard my arms give out, and I fall forward onto my elbows. Creed’s hand comes down on my ass, making me shout and close my eyes as he fucks into me.

“More,” I moan, my fingernails digging into the floor as I arch my back, wanting him as deep as possible.

“Fuck, Lemon Drop,” Creed hisses, leaning over me and grabbing my shoulders, keeping me in place as he continues his brutal pace. His hips slap against mine, adding to the erotic sounds filling the room as I writhe under him.

My throbbing pussy burns with the stretch of his thick intrusion as he ruts into me, his hands holding me where he wants so that he can take what he needs from my body. “Mine! Fucking all mine!” Creed roars as he pulls me up onto my knees with my back pressed against his chest. He thrusts again, and my mouth drops open in a silent sob as he strikes that delicious spot within me. I can feel it building, wanting to burst inside me, and I gasp, needing to ground myself to him. Wrapping my fingers around his wrists, I do what I asked him to and let go, giving myself entirely to the man I’m in love with. The weird feeling in my chest expands, making him gasp and lean forward, then sink his sharper-than-normal teeth into my shoulder.

The mixture of pain and pleasure is enough to throw me over the edge, my release coming in wave after wave, as my vision goes black. I claw at Creed’s arms and scream, the sound so primal from my lips that Creed tenses, his teeth releasing my flesh, then growls, fucking me harder. My breath hitches as he falls forward, keeping a thick arm banded around my waist as he loses himself in me, his punishing thrusts prolonging my intense orgasm.

The wet sounds of our fucking fill the air around us as my sex flutters around his length, and I gasp for breath as I place my hands on the ground beneath me and weakly press myself back against him.

“Just like that. Good girl,” he whispers, keeping himself pressed tight to me. Almost like a whisper, something clicks inside me, filling me with warmth as Creed hums in approval. My eyes widen when I feel the subtle difference, and I prod at the feeling, gasping when Creed's cock jerks hard inside me. I hadn't been conscious of Nox forming our mate bond. I had woken up and felt closer to him, but now that I’ve seen and felt the bond being made, it's easier to feel Nox’s residing right next to Creed’s.

“I’m yours, Meyer. Forever,” he whispers, his voice deepening as he thrusts forward, the air rushing from my lungs with a silent scream. His other hand slides down my sweat-slicked skin and pinches my clit, making me pant and moan, thrashing in his hold as his cock swells inside me.

“Creed!” I shout, and he curses as I explode, coming so hard around him that my vision darkens, and my head lolls to the side as Creed holds me to him and roars out his release. My body trembles in his hold, his hips bucking as he slowly comes down from his release.

“Holy shit,” he groans, falling to the side and tugging me with him, keeping himself lodged deep inside me. I wiggle my hips, my pussy aching but in all the best ways.

“Is it bad that I want to go again?” I admit, making him chuckle as he dots kisses up and down my neck.

“Give me five minutes,” he growls, sharpened teeth scraping over my skin, adding to the dull throb of his bite.

“You bit me,” I realize, then frown as I think back over the last couple of days. Is that normal? I wasn't awake when Nox mated me. Did he bite me as well?

“I did,” he practically purrs, kissing the bite mark and making me wiggle in his hold, his half-hard cock already hardening again.

“Is that a normal thing? Do Demons bite when mating? Do I need to bite you?” I ask, slightly confused. I lick my teeth, frowning when I feel how flat they are. If I had to bite him, it would probably hurt.

“No. Your magic does that. Versipellis Demons bite, and Dream Walkers tie their mates to them with their magic. Which is why you didn't need to bite Nox,” he says, and I nod.

“So… Nox bit me?” I ask, not sure why I feel slightly disappointed by missing that.

“Mhmm. Right here.” His big, warm fingers move my wet hair from the back of my neck, trailing down the sensitive skin there and causing an odd feeling of lust to ignite deep inside me when he presses against my skin.

“No shit!? Is there a mark there or something?”

“A scar,” Creed confirms, and I scowl, wishing I had a way to look at it.

“Why didn’t Nox tell me he had bitten me?” I wonder out loud, and Creed groans as he shifts us, moving to lay on his back and tugging me on top of him, my hips pressed to his to keep his cock and cum deep inside me.

“Probably because he didn't know how you would react. You didn't get a say in this, so he was trying to ease you into it. Though you two have been strangely nice to each other recently. So odds are he totally forgot to mention it with everything going on,” Creed muses, his hips thrusting up in slow, lazy circles, moving his length deep inside me, my eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

“Hmm, that’s nice,” I admit, relaxing into his hold, letting him fuck me slowly while being held close.

“So nice,” he agrees, voice gravelly in my ear as his hands move all over my body, touching me everywhere he can reach. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”