Chapter 89: 89. Transitioning VI
Maisie
"Jericho."
They fought.
It set me on fire. Knowing they tore at each other for me like animals. I could have taken every single one of them. I wanted them all buried inside me at once, using me until I broke. I told them so. They didn’t hear.
The silver-haired beast won, but not without a broken nose, black eye, split lip. It made him look feral. Delicious. He slammed the door and my entire body clenched with fresh hunger.
His chest heaved. I stared at the slow trickle of red down his chin. I wanted to lick it. Wanted him to smear it across my skin while he ruined me.
Chains bit into my wrists, cold against my burning flesh. I yanked hard, hips rolling, legs spreading wider on their own. My core throbbed, empty, angry, starving. Every heartbeat sent another pulse of raw need between my thighs.
I knew this was important, but I didn’t remember why. I was fascinated by him, watching his fingers rise to his bloodied shirt, and he began to push in the buttons.
He was as beautiful underneath his clothes. It made my mouth water. His broad shoulders. The hard planes of his chest, both beautifully graceful and brawny. His toned torso with four distinct, perfectly demarcated lines. The happy trail that ran down into his pants.
My mouth flooded. I needed him in my throat. In my cunt. Everywhere.
His thumb hooked in his belt and without taking his darkened eyes off me, he looped the leather. The sound it made rubbing against the fabric made me wild. Ravenous.
Sensual lips curved into a smile that made me spread my thighs. "I’m going to take off the chains if you promise to be a good girl."
I whimpered, nodding frantically. "Yes."
He didn’t move yet, undoing his zipper. He was tenting in his pants. And then, his briefs. It could hardly contain him. And when he pried off the grey material, my clitoris pulsed painfully.
He was heavily hung between his legs, proportioned appropriately to his size. And for a man whose presence filled out the room and was nearly as tall as the eight feet door behind him, it only meant he was at least, eight inches long of darkly flushed length.
Something buzzed in the back of my mind.
I thought that if I was lucid at that moment, I would have had enough sense to know that thing was going to be the death of me.
But I wasn’t.
Instead, I was salivating after it, frothing at the mouth. My eyes stayed glued to it as he trudged over the side of the bed, reaching for the chains.
I lunged forward, chains snapping tight, mouth open and desperate for a taste.
His hand clamped around my throat, stopping me an inch from that fat, leaking head. His eyes smoldered me. "Play nice, malyshka."
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. My gaze kept dragging back to the base where it was thicker there and slightly swollen.
I growled, hips grinding air. He squeezed tighter until black spots danced in my vision. "Look at me."
The commanding tone snapped my gaze up to his.
"I need to trust that you will behave the second I free you. Or I’ll leave you chained and empty."
I growled again, glaring at him.
He fixed me with a withering, controlled stare that didn’t match the upward bob his cock gave me. He liked me defiant. He wanted me to fight him back. But I wanted him more than I wanted to fight with him.
So I sat back on my haunches and behaved, forcing myself still, shaking with the effort. The heat clawed at my insides like teeth.
"Good girl," he murmured and as a reward, he lifted me by my throat and his lips crashed down on mine like a thunderstorm.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth greedily, swallowing my pleading whimpers like they were oxygen. He kissed me until I leaked down my thighs, until I felt less like an animal and more like a person.
I hated it.
But I parted my mouth and moaned for him, letting him steal air straight from my lungs and take my will from me.
When he let me go, I was a trembling ball of nerves, and every inch of my body tingled.
He released the chains.
The second I was free I launched at him. He caught me mid-air, arm like steel around my waist and slammed my back against the wall.
My legs locked around his hips.
I attacked his hair, his mouth, biting, whimpering, humping against him.
He kissed me like he wanted to devour my soul, deep, filthy, tongue fucking my mouth while his hands mauled my ass, spreading me open. Teeth scraped down my neck. He sucked hard on his mark on me, then latched onto my breast and bit. I cried out, back bowing, nails raking bloody lines down his back that only seemed to spur him on.
"Fuck," he snarled.
He spun us. My spine hit the mattress, knocking the air from my lungs. Before I could recover, my body tipped towards him again, like we were joined by one tight cord.
But he was instantly on me, pinning my wrists above my head with one massive hand. His cock slid across my belly, hot and heavy, leaving a wet trail. I bucked wildly, trying to catch it, trying to force him inside.
I loved the press of our skins together, the slide of our bodies. He was so heavy and large and hot and deliciously overwhelming. I liked being under him.
Jericho," I moaned, the name ripping out of me like a prayer and a curse. It was him—his silver hair wild from the fight, those amber eyes burning down at me like he already owned every inch of my soul, the raw power in his body that made me feel small and savage at the same time.
"Stay," he growled against my ear, voice dark. "If I lose control and fuck you the way my beast wants, I’ll tear you apart. I don’t want to hurt you."
I didn’t care. I thrashed, spreading my thighs obscenely wide, presenting my aching, fluttering hole.
He looked down at me. All of me. My face. The heavy swell of my breasts, my peaked nipples, the dip of my waist, my exposed cunt and something I couldn’t decipher flickered across his face.
And I cried out, "Yes," as his hand dipped where I needed him.
Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. The stretch tore another raw sound from my throat.
My body seized. Walls clenching around the intrusion, trying to pull him deeper. It wasn’t enough, but it was something, and I sobbed with relief.
"That’s it." He worked me slowly, curling his finger, finding a spot that made me see white, and he lowered his mouth to suck my breast into his mouth. "Take what you need."
Oh god.
I fucked myself on his hand. There was no dignity in it, no restraint. I rode his palm with abandon, chasing the pressure building low in my belly.
"More," I begged. "Oh gods, Jericho. Please. More."
He gave me another finger. Stretching me open, scissoring and thrusting. His thumb found my clit, rubbing tight circles that made my toes curl.
It crashed through me like a wave. My spine arched off the bed, mouth falling open on a silent scream. Pleasure rippled outward from my core, and for one perfect moment—
The heat roared back. Ten times worse. I screamed, thrashing against the chains.
"No! No, no, no. Please—please—please—"
"I know, I know," he hushed me tenderly. He released my wrists, cupped my face, forced me to meet his beautiful amber eyes.
"I need you to stay with me," he said tenderly. "Can you do that?"
I nodded, writhing against him, nails digging into his arms.
His hips settled between my thighs and I whimpered as he closed his hand around himself. My hips pushed forward desperately, my entrance spasming and clenching.
"This will hurt," he warned. "I need you to stay still—fuck—"
Jericho hissed and made a sound that was close to a roar.
I had pushed down hard, impaling myself on him, forcing the first thick inches inside. Pain exploded. I screamed, body seizing, walls clamping violently around the invasion. It felt like I was being split open.
And yet, my hips gyrated, rolling in filthy circles, trying to take in more.
He arched over, nuzzling my neck and shuddering. His eyes had gone black, but there was something human in them, like he was completely owned by his beast, but he was still there will me.
His fingers dug into my waist and he clamped down hard to stop me from moving.
I clawed at his shoulders, a broken sob tearing from my throat. "Too much..."
Too full. Not enough.
His words were guttural against my ear. "You can take it, malyshka."
