Deviant

Chapter 22

Elias

After we have some fun down by the waterfall, we unanimously decide to make camp for the night. I didn’t put up much of a fight about calling it a day early since it had been two full days of hiking through rough terrain, and I could use a bit of R otherwise, she won’t enjoy a minute of it. And unlike my dipshit of a brother who selfishly took all she had to give, while offering her nothing in return, I want her to enjoy this. I want to burn the memory into her head of me inside her and erase all others. I want to hear her beg me to ruin her. Beg and cry out my name, knowing it will be the last name she will ever say. The name of the man who will be her end.

I want… I want…

I want her.

I lick my lips, her eyes glued to my mouth.

“If we start this, there’s no turning back,” I threaten.

“Promise?”

My forehead creases at the sight of hope in her half-mast gaze. I pretend that I didn’t see it and give her my best wolfish grin instead.

“You can’t say I didn’t warn you, so don’t come crying to me later when you change your mind.”

She engulfs my face in her delicate hands again and stares me in the eye.

“I won’t change my mind. You… this… is all I want.”

Either she’s a very convincing liar or there’s some truth to her words. Again, I shrug the irksome feeling away, preferring to hate fuck her than call what we are about to do by its rightful name—surrender.

Unwilling to be captivated by her beautiful face, gazing at me as if I’ve hung the stars and moon just for her, I crawl down her body until I reach her apex and am met by a pair of white panties, a little wet spot already at its center. My fingers rip them off her, coaxing Rowen to gasp in surprise.

Ah, sweetheart, I haven’t even started yet.

I smile to myself as I lean down and take a whiff of her arousing scent, the sight of her pretty pink pussy instantly making my mouth water.

This…

This is what I wanted the other night in the alley and didn’t allow myself to have. I wanted to frighten her. To tease her and degrade her. That couldn’t happen if I willingly went to my knees to eat her pussy, now could it? She’d have all the control then, and that would defeat the purpose.

But tonight, she has handed me all the control, allowing me to take all the time I need to enjoy what her sweet body has to offer. I crane my neck back just a bit so I can look at her face from above her mound, her hazel eyes holding onto that sparkle of desperation, hungry for my mouth to devour her. I grab her legs and wrap them around my neck, smirking when she tightens her hold on me.

I then place a hand on her flat stomach and order her to stay still.

She nods obediently, her shallow breaths coming out in spurts.

I leave her with a mischievous grin before my tongue takes its first lick. My eyelids close of their own accord, relishing her taste. She’s so fucking sweet… like a ripe peach, dripping with the most decadent nectar with just a hint of tartness.

Fuck, she tastes good.

I begin to run my tongue up and down her wet slit, the little moans that escape her spurring me on. Every lap tastes sweeter than the other, and before I know it, my head is completely submerged between her thighs, eating her out like my life depends on it. I take turns between my tongue sliding into her tight pussy and then purposely grazing my teeth over her sensitive clit. The contradiction in sensations drives her mad, so much so that I have to continuously use my hand to push down on her stomach to keep her from arching her back.

“Elias,” she moans, her fingers entwining through my hair, tugging at the strands every time I suck her clit into my mouth.

When she tries to lift her back off the sleeping bag again, I pull my mouth from her pussy and bite down hard into her thigh, my teeth breaking the skin.

“Oh, God!” she shouts, completely losing her mind.

I lick any trace of blood that my bite caused off her thigh, my cock feeling like it’s about to explode with the sight of my teeth marks on her flesh.

I forgo stopping to search for a condom, and instead pull down my boxers, my hard dick ready to ruin her. With her legs still hooked on my shoulders, I lick her juices off my lips and stare at her disheveled state. With the crown of my cock now kissing her entrance, I give her a second to tell me to put on a condom. To order me to. But when she doesn’t, looking adamant in being fucked raw, I lather her sweet cunt with the precum her boldness lured out of me.

“Remember… you’re the one who wanted this.”

Suddenly, she must remember the pain she felt the first time we fucked, and white knuckles the sleeping bag at her sides, preparing herself for the worst. I want nothing more than to just pound her tight pussy until she bleeds all over my cock, but restraint somehow persuades me to slowly sink into her, my back molars grinding so hard I’m surprised they don’t pop out. I watch as she visibly relaxes, no longer afraid of the pain I might cause her. She taps into whatever bravery she has and reaches out for me, placing her palms yet again over my bare chest.

Her concerns might have vanished, but mine seem to have just begun.

Fuck.

I’m being burned alive on all fronts. By her tight cunt and by her gentle touch.

One feels like it will end up blinding me with want, with how good it feels around my length, while the other brands me as hers, with every gentle trace of her fingertips on my tattoo.

“I won’t break,” she says after a couple of slow, languid strokes. “Don’t hold back, Elias. Not for me.”

“Who says that I am?” I snarl at her.

Her expression says I’m full of it, which I’ll admit, she’s right… I am.

Still, I keep my thrusts nice and slow, not taking the bait.

I’d love nothing more then to fuck her hard, to get so deep inside her that she forgets her own fucking name.

But there’s a danger in doing that…

A danger that I’m not yet willing to risk.

Because if I give in… if I take her like I truly want… like the deviant inside me craves, then she’ll hold a piece of my soul in her hands, one that I’m not ready to be parted with yet.

I refuse to give in to her wants and continue to fuck her at a leisure pace, until I’m the one who is on the brink of madness if I don’t give into my own needs and desires.

“Elias… Elias…” she whimpers, aching for more.

“What? What do you fucking want from me?” I ask, infuriated because I’d love nothing more than to pound her like the greedy little slut that she is.

To tie her up.

To gag her.

To do the most depraved things imaginable.

In the alley way, I had no such inhibitions because she had no way of knowing who I was.

Or at least I thought she didn’t.

But here, now… if I take her… I mean really take her… I might just want to keep her, and that goes against my plans.

Realizing that she is no longer alone in this tent with a rational, sane man, but rather with a wild beast, Rowen gently persuades me to lie down beside her, and like a fool, I comply.

“I’m not made of glass,” she whispers, straddling me. “I won’t break. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to hurt me. I do. Very much. Just a little. Just enough…”

The blood in my veins no longer runs red, but a colorless kerosene, and the sparkle in her eyes is the match sent by the devil himself to torch me afire.

“Show me,” I growl.

Her gaze slits into two fine lines at the growled order, as if she had been waiting on it all along. With her eyes locked on mine, she wraps her delicate hand around my girth, provoking a growled grunt to escape my lips as she positions me at her core. She then slowly lowers herself on my length, taking me in and burying me so deep inside her that we both hiss out in unison.

“Move,” I roar as I dig my fingers into her waist.

Like this, with her on top of me, I can watch my cock being swallowed to its hilt, enjoying all the little faces she makes as she owns her pleasure, while I take mine. Her tongue peeks out of her parted lips as her breasts bounce inside her tank top, two little pink diamond studs just begging to be sucked. I rise just enough to pull her top over her head, my mouth seeking refuge around one studded nipple.

Fuck, but is there anything about this fucking woman that doesn’t taste decadently sweet?

I pull one hand off her hip and grab her breast while I lick, suck, and bite at her other nipple. She pants as her fingers grab hold of my hair, just to keep her balance. Rowen never relents, keeping to her steady pace while my mouth nibbles on her skin. It finds its way to the crook of her neck, and begins sucking on the tender flesh, until I’ve made sure that she’ll have to wear my mark proudly in the morning.

“Elias,” she sings, so close to coming undone.

“Has my greedy slut had enough? Is she ready to come on my big fat cock?”

She purrs out a yes, ready for me to take charge. I place a strong hand at the hollow of her back and force her to speed up her thrusts. My tongue licks up her throat as I slap one sensitive breast, causing her to arch back.

“Oh my god,” she moans as her pussy clenches around my girth in a way that has me seeing stars.

When she least expects it, I slap it again, coaxing the same reaction from her.

I want you to hurt me. Just a little. Just enough.

Her plea plays in a loop in my head as I fuck her without mercy, her drenched pussy taking a beating like a champ. When I see that she’s close to the edge, I sink my teeth into the swell of one of her breasts, creating half-shaped moons on her skin and propelling her into a state of utter nirvana. She lets out a wail so loud that it takes me a second to cover her mouth with my hand. I want her to come like she’s never come before, but like hell do I want any of the motherfuckers standing guard outside to hear her.

Her pleasure is mine.

Her body is mine.

She’s… fucking mine.

Her pussy strangles me in such a way that even if I wanted to prolong this, it would be impossible. I feel my hot cum squirt inside her, the thought of her pussy filled with it making me even more unhinged than I already am.

Once her soul has fallen back into her body, she goes limp in my arms, her head falling to my shoulder. I don’t say anything as she holds me tightly, as if this small action is as intimate as what we just did.

But as the seconds tick by, my body grows rigid, every muscle tensing within her embrace. She must sense that I’m becoming uncomfortable with the unwanted affection she’s giving me, because the next thing she does is release her hold from me, sliding back just enough so that our faces are inches away from each other. I catch her staring at my lips again, but if she wants me to kiss her, she has the good sense not to ask.

“You can’t die, Elias,” she says, surprising me with where her head is at after the earth-shattering orgasm I just gave her.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“I hope that’s true because stunts like the one you pulled earlier today can’t happen again,” she says a bit more sternly.

“Just because we fucked, doesn’t mean you get to boss me around,” I rebuke, pushing her off me, my cum sliding down her thigh. It takes everything in me not to stroke my cock awake and fuck her again with the sight. But she’s all business now.

Sex is no longer on the agenda—only ordering me about.

She closes her eyelids and takes a deep breath before opening them again. Her grim gaze and serious expression catch me a bit off guard, but I school my facial features to be completely void of any emotion so she can’t read my mind.

“You just don’t get it.” She shakes her head, frustrated. “I need you to live. If you’re going to make good on your vow to kill me, then you need to live. And that can’t happen if the vultures smell blood in the water,” she says, darting to the entrance of the tent, where we can hear low, rumbled whispers coming from the campfire outside. “There are people here who wouldn’t think twice about killing you just so they could have a chance at winning The Scourge. You need to be more careful,” she says in warning, looking honestly fearful for me.

“They don’t scare me.”

“That’s exactly the problem. Arrogance and pride will blind you from the threat that’s right in front of your eyes,” she says, placing a tender hand on my cheek.

The only threat I see is you, Roe. To my mind and my…

“No matter what,” she says, interrupting my troubled thoughts, “you have to survive. Even if that means that you are the one to win The Scourge. ”

That might be a problem.

Especially since I told the so-called hosts that my intention wasn’t to win. All I wanted was to be part of the Harvest Dozen with the sole purpose of killing her. Whatever happened after I achieved that, I left it up to them to decide. Of course, I don’t say anything of that nature to her. Some secrets are meant to be kept hidden for a reason.

“Go to sleep, Rowen.”

“But—” she begins to protest, forcing me to press my finger on her cupid bow lips to silence her.

“I said go to sleep. You need your rest, because in about an hour’s time, I’m waking you up to fuck you all over again.”

Apparently, the promise of a good fuck is enough to keep her obedient because she quickly lies down on her side and shuts her eyes.

Good girl.