Chapter 4 Mine

Dara

"Why did you give me this?" I hold up the bottle. "Hugging this isn't going to make me feel better."

"I know why it smells different now. My sense of smell isn't great because I scent more in the water, but when I opened the bottle, I could separate the components." He takes it from me again and sprays the pillow I'm lying on. Rafe's essence sinks into me. I groan, slipping my arms around the material, and then breathing him in.

Pathetically, I cry, letting out my pain as my heart breaks. My lust for him amps up to a dangerous level. My entire body is on fire. I groan, snatching the perfume from Caleb.

"What is this?"

"He peed in it. He marked the entire territory too." He crinkles his nose in disapproval. That's sick. I love it. I spray more, basically dousing myself in it until my body becomes so hot, I sweat.

"Get out, Caleb! Get out!" I scream at him and at the same time, flames leave my mouth. I don't care about that new ability. All I want is Rafe. He backs away, holding up his hands to show he doesn't mean any harm.

"This is me leaving. Don't burn down your own house."

Fire dances over my skin, small flames flickering, but it doesn't hurt. It feels good. Too good.

"Oh God. Rafe! Rafe, I need you. Please." I rip my shirt off, then my panties and my entire body begins to sweat. I reach for the drawer on my nightstand and bring out my toy. "God. This isn't enough!" The tears only get worse when

I see how small the toy is. It's skinny and short. I want Rafe. He's big and thick, that much I remember. I toss the toy across the room, and it slams against the mirror. It's too light to even crack the damn thing. Shoving four fingers inside me to relieve the ache, I groan, the fire becoming brighter but the need for his knot becoming more intense. I want his fangs in my throat. I want all of him. Everything that makes him. All of his insides.

"Rafe!" I call for him, the blanket turning to ash from the flames. "Rafe! Please! I need you. I need you so much. God. I feel like I'm going to die."

I'm in such a fevered state, that I feel drugged all over again. Another roar sounds, this one closer, more menacing, and my body arches in response.

"Dara." My hazy sights land on him in the doorway. He has his shirt off. His muscles ripple with every harsh, fast breath he takes. Sweat glistens on his chest. "I felt you. You need me," he states through tight fangs. He isn't hiding himself at all now.

"Yes. Yes, please. Rafe. I've been needing you all along." "I know, I felt it in the bond." He slams his hands against the doorframe, his claws digging into the wood, then drags them down. His biceps flex, showing the defined muscle.

"I stayed away for as long as I could, but I couldn't deny your call for me. If I do this, there's no turning back. You're mine. I won't be leaving. I'll tie you to the fucking bed and force you to love me if that is what I have to do, but I won't be leaving. Ever again." He drags his nails up the frame again, then down, carving everlasting grooves in the wood for us to always remember.

His wings spread out behind him, curling up to shadow his entire body.

"Please, please, Rafe. I don't know what's wrong with me. I need you so bad."He grips the doorframe, growling.

"You need to understand this. I've been away with the Grims. I've been practising my control. But if I take one more step, I'll lose it. If you say no, if you tell me to stop, if you hit me, kick me, bite me-"Two trails of smoke billow from his nose. Sparks crackle across his lips. His eyes turn from amber gems to the colour of molten lava. "-I will like it. I won't care. I won't stop. I've been away from you for too long. From you, from your scent, from your voice, from your body." He groans, readjusting his hard cock. "This will be it. There will be no going back. There will be no hope for you or me."

"Yes," I say, the flames becoming higher as they flicker upon my skin. The tears dripping from my eyes dry as soon as they hit my blazing cheek.

The wall begins to crack from the strength of his hold, pieces of it crumbling onto the floor. "Dara," he growls in warning, the same fire heating me engulfs his body, burning away his pants until he is standing naked in the doorway.

I sit up, sliding a hand over my stomach to settle between my legs, coating my fingers in my slick when I see his cock for the first time. "Oh," I moan in excitement, watching as the tentacles unravel themselves.

The suckers along his cock begin to move and clear liquid begins to drip from them. I know he said he was multiple beasts, but when he said Kraken, I wasn't sure what he meant.

Now, I do. He wraps a hand around his cock, stroking it slowly, and his hand becomes shiny from the precome leaking from him in copious amounts. Before I can ask him again, before I beg him again, he's a blur, standing in front of me in all his glory.

His wings wrap around me, cocooning us in darkness, and our flames become one until the orange tendrils fade. Just the feel of his skin on mine brings me relief.

I groan, tilting my head back until I'm leaning against one of his wings.

Unexpectedly, he sinks his fangs into my neck, savage rumbles leaving his chest, as he feeds.

One hand comes up, applying pressure to the side of my head, keeping it bent. He snarls into my neck, forcefully feeding and taking, something he has become a master at. Warm blood trickles down my neck and more scorching heat spreads between my legs.

I moan with every swallow he takes, my orgasm building to a crescendo, and with the next lick of his tongue, I come. "Rafe! Yes, don't stop. More. Oh, God." I rock my pussy over his leg, needing friction, needing more from him.

Why won't he give me more?

He groans next and hot splashes of his come hit my stomach. He rips his mouth away from my throat and stares at me with his wicked, animalistic eyes. His mouth and chin are covered in red. His fangs are long and pointed, and crimson stains his teeth. He slides his tongue over to suck the blood from across them.

His hand snakes out, wrapping around my throat until I'm gasping for breath. Rafe's wings create a breeze as they lift and tuck behind his back.

Without saying a word, he controls me by my throat, pushing me down until I'm at eye level with his cock.

The tentacles stroke my cheek and before I can open my mouth, Rafe is forcing his cock between my lips in one hard stroke. The tip hits the back of my throat. And he stays there. "You loved it when I did this to you in your sleep."I can't breathe enough to gasp, but my watery gaze lifts to his as I choke on his massive cock.

The suckers rub against all sides of my mouth, his precome slipping down my throat in waves. I cough, spit dripping down my chin. "Your mouth feels so fucking good," he moans, sliding back until the head is all that's left between my lips. "But you know what?" He glides it back in, then out, the suckers tickling the top of my tongue. Gripping me by the back of the hair, he sneers. "I liked it more in your sleep." He yanks out of me completely, grabs me around the waist, and tosses me onto my back.

"Yes," I moan, his hands going straight to my belly as he spreads my legs with his knee. In one hard, abusive stroke, his cock fills me.

"Rafe! Oh God, oh God," I chant, the pain of how big he is, stretching me to the brink mixed with pleasure is overwhelming.

Snippets of what happened in my sleep, come back to me. I remember how good he felt and how I hated it when the dream was over, I was left wanting more.

"Not God, Dara." He bends down, his forked tongue grazing across the shell of my ear. "Your devil."The headboard slams into the wall and I lift my hands to grab the edge, to try to silence it so my neighbours don't hear. Rafe growls and pins my wrists above my head. "Let them hear. I want everyone to hear how I'm claiming you. How I'm fucking you. How I'm going to make you scream. How I'll make you beg." He lowers his voice, licking the fresh bite on my neck. "How I'll take you so hard, so rough, you'll beg me to stop." He slams into me just as his tentacle suctions to my clit while the other slips into my ass.

My thighs begin to shake from the stimulation. The way he fucks me in tandem with his tentacle, in and out at the same time. I look down, needing to see him inside me. His cock is purple with red suckers, and goddamn, those are everything a girl could dream about.

"I'm going to come. I'm going to come, Rafe. Don't stop. Please, don't stop. You feel so good. I've ached for you." I lift my head, stealing his lips for a kiss. Our first kiss.

He cups the back of my head, pushing our mouths together. He turns his head, his lip fitting between the top and bottom, proving he is made for me. His unique tongue wraps around mine, pulsing for a moment before slithering free.

We moan in unison, our bodies slicking against one another from the sweat and heat being shared. His body flexes, his hips curl, his cock finds and pleasures every part of me on the inside, and everything about him is otherworldly, every inch of him. He's perfect.

He is a dream right out of one of my books. His grey skin glistens from the sweat and while he is taking what he owns, I take the time to admire his differences.

My fingers caress his arms, the dark hair tickling the pads of them. The purple and black scales are softer than I thought they would be, nearly holographic as the light from the sun peeks through the windows to shine on him. He is far from a devil when he is in the spotlight, but if this is hell, I never want to leave.

My fingers trace his sharp jaw, he is still handsome, that part of him lingers, but the primal beasts have shaped him to look vicious with his jaw wide and sharp enough to make anyone hold their breath if they stared at him long enough.

"What are you doing?" He fumbles in his thrusts, confused, his eyes watching my fingers move up his cheeks. He almost seems panicked.

"Admiring you," I reply, brushing the high bones before moving to his ears. They are pointed but the tips are covered in fur. His eyes close as I stroke him there. His entire body trembles and he purrs, stopping all movements so he is still. "You like that?"

He nods slowly, his chest expanding as he inhales a deep breath. "I love your hands on me. It feels... like a dream. A good dream. One I thought I'd never have." He cups my stomach again and opens his eyes. "All mine."

The growl he announces into the room can be felt in my chest. His eyes morph from kind and soft, an expression I've never seen, to hot coals. "Fucking. Mine." I yelp when he flips me to my hands and knees, manhandling me- or monster-handling me- into position causing him to slip out.

His tentacles are still attached and the one tugs on my clit while the other manages to slide into my ass deeper. I whimper and mewl, making sounds I've never made before. I press my face into the bed so I'm not too loud. His claws bite into each ass cheek, gripping them until it's painful, and then thrusts in. "I remember when I fucked you for the first time. I was so pleased to feel you were only meant to be mine. Now, nothing is stopping me from getting as deep as possible. I did that. I owned it. I claimed it." His fingers dig into my hair, fisting it, forcing my head to turn. "So I better hear what I've claimed. I want you to scream." He licks up my spine as he curls into me. Another orgasm builds, and the suckers attached to my clit begin to move, a waving movement that rolls my clit.

"Harder. More. Rafe. Give me more. I need- I need-" I stumble over my words as I come, explosions burst, my vision darkens, and I drench his cock with slick. And I scream just like he wants. "Rafe! Oh my God," I groan, clawing at the bed, trying to get away from him because it's all too much.

"I don't know where you think you're going." He grips my hips and tugs me back, slamming me down on his cock. He applies so much pressure with his hold, that my bones begin to ache. I mumble in pain, and he grumbles in delight, the wet sounds of us colliding together as he jackhammers into me causing another spasm to roll through me. "You're going to have my marks all over you by the time we're done," he says, lifting me onto my knees with a violent tug on my hair so my back is pressed to his chest. "On the full moon, you're going to run from me, and I'm going to hunt you." He drags his lips up my throat, palming one of my breasts while he fucks me relentlessly. "And I don't care if you cry, you'll take my cock, won't you?"

"Yes, yes, yes." I press towards him, meeting him stroke for stroke. "You can have me whenever you want."

"In your sleep?"

I reach my arm up, wrapping it around his neck to bring myself closer to him somehow.

"You can drug me too. Use me for anything. Everything. I want whatever you want." He growls again, his arm disappearing behind my head, and I hear his bite, but it isn't my skin he bites into. His blood drips onto my shoulder.

"Drink." He tries to press his wrist to my mouth, but I turn away when his cock begins to grow. "What is that? Oh my God, it hurts, Rafe. It feels-" it feels fucking good.

"It's my knot. It's my werewolf breeding you even though you're already bred. I can't help it. I'm going to lock it inside you, fill you with my come, and complete this mating."

"We are. I don't need your blood." I wince when the knot threatens to lock inside me. It isn't big enough yet, but I feel it stretching it. Rafe's snarl is vicious and sends a sliver of fear through me. "I learned you have to drink my blood since I'm a vampire too. Fucking drink it, Dara." I like seeing him lose his patience.

"No." I fight him, moving my head left and right. Blood begins to drip all over me, down my chest, and breasts, and dripping onto my bed. He flips me back over onto my back, lifts my leg onto his shoulder, and slams into me again.

"I said, yes." He shoves his wrist into my mouth, the smoky flavour of his blood blooming across my taste buds. It's better than I thought it would be. He tastes delicious. I moan, grabbing his arm to press it harder into my mouth.

He shouts, his knot locking inside me, tugging on my hole. Rafe comes, his warmth filling me, claiming my insides all over again. "Yeah, that's it, Dara. Take me into your body. Accept me."

He leans down, groaning as more come fills me, and then his fangs slice into my skin, feeding from me at the same time I'm drinking from him. Every pull at my neck, every suck on his wrist, I get closer to coming.

And then his memories bind with mine.