Chapter 29: Strange(R18)
Raven’s pov
Rex didn’t waste a single moment once we were in the upper chamber. The heavy oak door thudded closed behind us, and the faint scent of smoke and waxed wood filled the room. My hands were still trembling from the chaos below, my skirts rustling as I tried to steady my breath.
I had just lowered my head back to the ground when I heard him bark at me in anger. "Strip and lie on the bed!" he snapped, infusing his words with his raw, commanding authority. My legs moved almost of their own accord toward the bed, my fingers fumbling at the laces of my skirts as I stripped them off and lay as he ordered.
He didn’t bother to take his clothes off, and I watched him furrow his brow as he reached between my legs. I yelped at the sudden intrusion.
"Stay still," he barked, his deep voice harsh, leaving no room for argument. Even though he was towering over me, one of his hands gripped my shoulder like iron, steadying me as if I were some fragile object. I flinched instinctively at the pressure.
I could feel his fingers sliding into me, and they were uncomfortable! I was tense and already wanted him to pull out as I heard him grumble in a loud, twisting tone, his fingers probing expertly yet painfully. I frowned, wondering what the hell he was looking for.
If there was something there I would have found it, I thought, groaning inwardly, wondering how poking me with a finger was supposed to loosen the hole big enough to take the massive thing between his legs.
Convinced that the goddess must truly hate women—because why else would she make us suffer so?
Every motion was mechanical, deliberate, precise—and there was no warmth in it, no hint of enjoyment. His amber eyes were hard, unyielding, focused entirely on the task.
I could feel the tension in him. His jaw was tight, and each shallow breath sounded like it cost him effort to remain composed. His hands flexed in frustration, which frustrated me as well, and I slid my gaze to the wall. His fingers continued to slide inside me and out, but really, I felt nothing.
Moreover, it felt uncomfortable, and I flinched as I heard him let out another sound of annoyance and irritation. Trust me, he wasnt the only one who wanted it to be over. The more he groaned in frustration, the more I wanted him out of me.
"Stop clenching!" he snapped at me as I instinctively clamped my legs shut. He pushed my legs back open, glaring at me, only for me to catch myself in time before I glared right back.
But it soon became clear that he had had enough. He pulled his fingers out and moved to hover over me on all fours, wearing only his pants, the rest of his rippled muscles on full display.
"If this does not work, I’ll give you over to Axel—and you know how that would go," he warned. The fear I felt was real enough to make me instantly nod my head, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
"Maybe you’re doing something wrong. It...it feels uncomfortable!" I told him, even as he snapped right back, clearly hitting a nerve in his ego, spittle flying with his words.
"I’m doing nothing wrong! You’re the one who is dead inside!" he all but screamed, and I laid there frustrated. I wanted it to be over, and the last thing I wanted was to argue with him.
"Relax," he ordered again before shoving his fingers back in, and this time I felt my entire body seize up. Realizing that it was now two fingers, I tried, I really did, but the presence of his towering form—the raw power in his arms—made it almost impossible to calm down. My heart hammered, my breath caught, and every instinct screamed at me to flee, though I knew there was no way out.
He continued, working with methodical precision that left no room for hesitation.
I could hear his growl rumbling low in his throat. His gaze was focused between my legs as I laid there, trying not to frown and take the punishment for what it was, aware that it would only get worse.
Loel lied, I decided. It’s bad...whatever mating was, it couldn’t feel good. I felt like he was trying to carve the hole inside me with his hands.
I had just closed my eyes to zone out when I felt something wet down there. Gasping out loud, I realized his head was right between my legs, lapping at me with abandon. I gasped again, both in shock and amazement.
It...it felt good. Worse, staring at Rex’s head between my legs as he lapped at me sent a strange warmth through my belly that made my skin tingle. My fingers pressed against his shoulders in surprise, only for him to grab my hands.
"Hold... just... stay still," he muttered between terse breaths. The words were clipped and frustrated. I sensed the effort it took him to maintain control over both his strength and his emotions. He was acting purely out of duty, though I could sense the raw lust beneath his discipline.
We had already spent a lot of time, and although it was dark, I was aware that the next day marked my moon age. I hadn’t expected any change, but what surprised me was the smell I could perceive coming from him in waves—it was intoxicating.
Every inch of me was aware of him—his broad shoulders, the tight line of his back, the raw, powerful energy that emanated from him like heat from a forge.
A moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it, my back arching as I felt a strange pleasure slowly building between my legs and up my torso.
He didn’t let up and simply increased the pressure of his lips and fingers, which made me grab the sheets as my eyes watered.
Whatever it was, I wanted more... no, I needed it. I could see sweat pooling on his forehead as he increased the pressure, and I felt it growing between my legs as I realized he had slipped in one more finger.
"Rex!" I gasped out in complaint, but he continued like he hadn’t heard me.
Finally, after what felt like hours, I sensed a pressure build-up inside me—one that suddenly exploded.
My legs buckled, and I gasped close to a scream, experiencing the most intense feeling I had ever known. My head fell back as I grabbed the sheets tighter, toes curling in ecstasy.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, but by the time I recovered, he had stepped back slightly, releasing me just enough to allow me to breathe, though his presence still filled the room.
His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his fists flexing at his sides. He didn’t look at me, didn’t offer any comfort or satisfaction—he had done what was necessary and nothing more. Immediately, he went ahead to pull his pants down, revealing a massive member that made me groan.
I didn’t want it—the fingers were more than enough. I was acutely aware that there was no way such a thing would go in without ripping me apart.
