Chapter 4 Mine

Warnings: Paranormal, Noncon,

Rafe

She's beautiful when she's asleep.

"That tea hit you hard, didn't it?" I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, wanting to touch her, and also wanting to see if she wakes up from the simple gesture. She doesn't move.

"I'm sorry." I trail my talons down her chest, her shirt ripping from the sharp points. "I'm sorry it has to be like this. You don't understand my need. You don't understand the constant battle inside me between all my beasts. You don't understand how much I crave you. It's... all-consuming." I spread her shirt apart, my tongue sliding across my fangs when I see her tits. I wait for her to move, to awaken, to scream when she sees me, but she's out cold.

"You are fucking stunning." I slide my hands up her body, her tits fitting perfectly in my palms. My mouth parts and an unsteady breath escapes from my broken pants. I shut my eyes, groaning as I slide my thumbs across her nipples. They are hard, reacting to my touch.

"You like that, don't you? You're asleep, but I bet you can feel me. God, you feel so good. So soft and perfect. Have you been using your lotion?" I ask, bending down to inhale.

"Mmm," she hums. I freeze, tilting my chin up to stare at her, my entire body paused. Her eyes are shut. "Your body is the light I never dreamed I'd touch." My tongue shifts, forking at the tips, and flicks out, dragging it across her stomach.

My scent spreads across my tongue.

"Mmm, Dara. You have been using the lotion. My good Girl. You taste just like me." I straighten, staring down at her flawless figure, her arms spread out as if she were presenting herself to me to be devoured.

"Don't mind if I do, Sweet Mate." I strip off my shirt, groaning as my wings stretch from being confined in the tatters of my shirt. I am going to have to buy some more before too long. I don't know how my wings keep going away, but they always burst out when I need them, or I lose control of my emotions. I've torn a lot of shirts apart. Rolling my head over my shoulders, my neck pops. I hear her blood pumping through her veins, saliva pooling in my mouth saturating my tongue. I undo my belt, the leather cool to the touch as I slip it through my belt loops.

"You're probably wondering why I call you Honeysuckles." I toss the belt on the floor and the buckle clinks on the floor. It's loud and it would wake a normal person.

Dara doesn't move.

Unbuttoning my pants, I slide them down my hips, then kick them off as well. "There are two reasons, Dara." I slide my body over hers.

"Oh, fuck." I gasp, the air broken as it leaves me. I kiss the middle of her chest, sliding my hand behind her head to lift her just enough so I can take the remnants of the shirt from her body. I bury my nose in her hair, inhaling her scent while she grumbles in her sleep.

"You remind me of the only memory I have from when I was only a human. A field of honeysuckles. Every time I think about it, it's happiness. You are happiness. You are the field." I kiss down her neck, stopping at the strong pulse in her jugular vein. A low hiss escapes me, my now forked tongue flicking out to taste her skin.

"But do you know how to taste the nectar from a honeysuckle? You pull the stem and suck the end of the flower to taste how sweet it is. To taste the honey." I wrap my mouth around her nipple, wondering if this will be the moment she wakes up to try to push me off her.

"That's what I want to do to you, Dara." I lick across her chest to the other breast while kneading the left in my hand. "I want to suck the honey from you." I lightly blow on her nipple so I can watch it become tighter.

"I want to taste how sweet you are on my tongue." Her brows pinch together, her lips part, and her body begins to move under me. Dara's back arches for a moment before she lies back down. "I don't know how much time I have before you wake up. I hate to be quick. I want to take my time with you but if you see me... I can't imagine what you'd do." I take her hand, pressing it to my chest. "You would never want me. Not when I look like this." My gray skin was in stark contrast to hers. "I want to imagine what it's like for you to want me, which is why I'm here." I kiss her lips and while hers are unmoving, feeling those soft clouds under me suffocates me with desire.

I kiss down her body, my fangs scraping her skin, and she whimpers in her sleep.

"I'm going to make you feel good, Dara. I promise. You'll feel me in your dreams." I settle between her legs, spreading them wide to put her beautiful pink cunt on display.

She's already glistening and wet. She knows I'm here."You're so pretty." I slide my clawed finger through her lips, watching for her reaction. Another high-pitched whimper escapes her, but she remains in a deep sleep. I probably put too much Ambien in her tea, but I couldn't risk her waking up. I have to be able to drink from her, to claim her, even if it's only at night. I circle her clit, wishing she was awake so I could hear her true screams of pleasure.

The sounds she is making right now are muffled, almost slurred, as if she's trying to shout but can't. I've taken her voice so I can take her body. And none of my beasts care.

"Raf-" is murmured from Dara and I lift my eyes from her pussy.

Her eyes are still shut but they are pinched, brows drawn, and I grin knowing she's thinking of me. I pinch her clit, rubbing it faster.

Her thighs shake and those little whimpers become more frequent. "That's it, beloved. That's it. Come for me. Are you close already? Are you needy for me?" I ask her, even if I know she can't answer. "Of course you need me. I'm yours. How could you not need what is yours?" I rub her clit harder, faster, the tentacles around my cock stretching for her cunt, wanting nothing more than to lock onto her.

Her back arches again, followed by more whimpers and fast breathing. Her orgasm slams through her, her pussy becoming wetter, slicker, and more divine. I slip my fingers through her lips again, the sweet petals hiding what I need to claim. Lifting my finger in the air, my claw shines from her juices. My tongue flicks out and wraps around it before I suck it into my mouth, groaning from her taste. "So goddamn sweet." I wrap my other hand around my cock. "Fuck, Dara. Oh, fuck." I squeeze, but it doesn't stop a stream of come that leaves or what my suckers secrete. I apply so much pressure around my cock, it's about to burst with pain when finally the urge to orgasm stops. I let out a breath. "Look what you do to me," I chuckle, bending down to suck my come from her thigh so she is clean.

Lying down on the soft mattress, I spread her pussy, mindful of my claws. And then I spit my come onto her tight hole. It drips down her crease, and I plunge my tongue inside to stop it from leaking out.

"Mmm," I groan into her, watching for any sign of her waking. Her body is nearly limp, showing me the drug is still working. "Dara. You are the best thing I've ever tasted. Oh, God." I dive in, desperate and unhinged, my forked tongue plunging into her. Sliding my tongue as far as possible, her legs spread further in her sleep without her knowing, allowing me to get more comfortable. My beasts sound all at once, roaring in my head.

My fangs nip at her sensitive entrance and fire slowly dances along my tongue, marking her with my fire and smoke. I know it's safe. I feel it in my bones. My dragon would never do anything to hurt her.

"Mmm," she mumbles once more, her orgasm drowning my tongue. I drink her down, bathing my insides in her honey. Slipping my tongue free, I sink my fangs into her thigh as my control snaps. I feed, taking long swallows of her blood that stitch the weakened parts of me back together. When I'm full, I lick the pinpricks, and the evidence disappears.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. This time, I sway. I feel drugged. I look over my shoulder in the mirror, blood smeared across my lips and chin, a stream of it trickling down my neck. I swipe my finger up the red trail, not wanting to waste a drop and rub her blood across my gums.

Now. I have to claim her now.

I wrap one leg around my hips, guiding my cock to her entrance. One tentacle stretches to the back while the other circles her clit. It suctions, pulling, and tugging on the sensitive nerve. I feel her pleasure as if it's my own. I inch into her, a constant purr vibrating my chest.

And then I hit a barrier.

My werewolf howls victoriously. I tilt my head back, fire spouting from my throat and licking the ceiling. She will only ever have me. "You saved yourself for me. What a good girl. I'll take care of you now." I drive in, crying out as I sink in.

Her wet, velvet walls wrap around me tight. She cries out the best she can in her drug-induced stupor, pain etched across her face.

The suckers along my cock massage her insides, locking and releasing in place to give her more pleasure. Cupping one of her tits, I slide out, watching my purple and red cock disappear inside her.

I snarl, my control snapping, my beasts taking over, and I begin to quicken the pace. The headboard bangs against the wall, my talons dig into the sheets, and her pussy grips me so tight,

I nearly spill, and something shifts. We become closer. Not only do I feel her pleasure, but her confusion too. It's dampened by how good she feels. Dara thinks she's caught in another wet dream.

"Oh, Fuck! I'm going to breed you." My voice isn't my own. It's deep, dark, the baritone rougher than it has ever been before. "You're mine, Dara. You're mine. You're fucking mine. No one will take you from me. I own you. You belong to me. I won't stop until you're pregnant. Until you are trapped with me. Until you have no choice but to love me. You're. Fucking. Mine!" I roar, my wings freeing from my back, and they wrap around us.

We're in a safe cocoon. Her breath tickles the flesh of my wings and I moan from how good that feels. "Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl. Your cunt was made for me, wasn't it? Your body was made for me." I bend down, sucking a nipple into my mouth while pounding into her cunt. Her virgin scent fills the air, the blood coating my cock, and I'm dying for a taste again.

"Rafe?"

My name slips from her mouth with a sleepy groan.

I look into her baby blue eyes, half-hooded, pupils blown from the drug. And then they close again as she falls back into her slumber. My talons dig into her hips, my cock driving into her over and over with force. My heavy sack slaps her ass while my tentacle plays with her entrance.

"Ah! Ohhh," she groans a bit louder, her palm landing on my chest. Her touch is welcomed.

"Oh, my fffuck. You don't know what you do to me. Your pussy feels so good. I'm going to take you every night, Dara. Every single night. You're going to be so sore and not know why. I'll know when I see you. I'll know what we do." My wings release us, tucking back into their position along my back.

Gliding my hands up her torso, her body dead weight in my arms, I lift her from the bed. Her neck is bared to me, daring me to mark her.

To claim her completely.

Soon, my darling mate. I'll let the world know who you belong to.