Captured Rapture: 3 (Mercy) (5 page)

He dropped to his knees, his blunt
nails raking down my hips and legs, scoring lines of pain so exquisite I threw
back my head and cried out. His mouth closed over my pussy, his tongue plunging
into my folds with aggressive force. I cried out again, bucking my hips
forward, slamming my sex harder to his face.

He growled and sank his nails into
the flesh of my butt cheeks, holding me still as he stabbed deeper into my cunt
with his tongue. I groaned. I whimpered. I made stupid noises that I’d never
made before, all the while, trying to grind my sex to his mouth, wanting him to
fill me with his tongue.

He refused, withdrawing slightly to
part my folds with his fingers. Cool air streamed over my clit and I gasped,
gripping the chains holding my arms above my head. I needed an anchor,
otherwise I would be lost to the pleasure consuming me.

Torr blew on my spread pussy again,
his breath a soft caress that sent waves of delicious ripples through my body.
I caught my bottom lip with my teeth and closed my eyes, tightening my grip on
the chains when he returned his mouth to my sex and flicked his tongue over my
clit.

“Yes,” I gasped, bucking in his
hold. “
Shyte
, yes.”

He worshipped the small knot of
sensitive flesh, first with his tongue and then with his fingers, rubbing and
pinching with gentle force as his mouth explored the flesh of my inner thighs.
A low moan reverberated in my chest and I rolled my hips, wanting to wrap my
legs around his head and ride his mouth. The pressure in my core was mounting.
I was going to come soon, very soon.

“No you won’t.” Torr stroked my
thighs with his lips. “Not until I say you can.”

“Fuck you,” I panted. I know my
repertoire of biting comebacks was growing rather woeful, but in my defense, my
head was fogged with pleasure.

He laughed, sliding his mouth back
to my sex. “Didn’t I tell you that would come later?” He closed his lips over
my folds and sucked. The unexpected pressure made me buck and my pussy flooded
with yet more moisture. Torr lapped it up, his masterful tongue dipping into my
folds, flicking at my clit. I panted harder, my breath shallow and rapid. “Oh,”
I managed to say. “Oh, oh, oh.”

As inane as my responses were, they
didn’t lessen Torr’s lust. In fact, he grew more devoted to my pleasure,
slipping two fingers into my pussy and wriggling them together as he suckled on
the tiny nub of my clit. I cried that word again—“Oh!”—and rammed my hips
forward. He was fucking me with his fingers and mouth and I wanted to come. I
wanted to fucking explode with rapture. I was so close to release the soles of
my feet burned and the base of my spine tingled.

I was going to come. I was going
to—

Torr tore his head from between my
thighs and stood, his blazing stare locking on mine. He shook his head. “No.”

I gasped, wanting to cry. Wanting
to shove my hands into my cunt and push myself the rest of the way. “Fuck you,”
I snarled, glaring at him, my knuckles popping as I gripped the chains above my
head. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you!”

He studied me, silent and unmoving,
and if I’d had a gun I would have shot him right there. Until I saw the wild
beat in his neck. And noticed the ragged, deep breaths he pulled.

Something very close to elated
bliss crashed through me.

Torr, my captor, my torturer, my
lunatic man on the moon, was as close to the brink as I was.

I
had done that to him.
Chained.

Imagine what I would do to him when
released.

Mine to claim. Mine to fuck.

This time the thought was mine.
Loud and clear. Torr’s nostrils flared, his iridescent eyes blazing brighter.

He’d heard it.

And then he stepped behind me.
“Mine,” he whispered in my ear.

He snaked his hands over my belly,
his fingertips teasing the curve of my pussy for a tantalizing moment before he
slowly, slowly, worked his way up my rib cage to my breasts. He cupped them in
a firm hold, pinching my nipples between the knuckles of his fingers.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Mine to control.”

He smoothed his hands from my
breasts back down to my belly, skimming the hood of my pussy again. I bit back
a groan of frustrated want and he laughed, a low, evil laugh that made me
wetter still.

“Mine to torment.”

He flattened his hands against the
curve of my sex and jerked me back, slamming my ass to his rigid erection.

“Mine to possess.”

He plunged one hand between my legs
and speared a finger into my cunt. I cried out, bucking into his brutal
penetration. His mouth found the back of my neck, his lips and teeth punishing
my flesh with wicked sucks and nips. I clung to the chains and whimpered,
riding his hand as the heat from his kisses permeated to my very soul.

The pressure in my sex mounted and
I did everything possible not to think about how fucking good I felt. How
totally, utterly on fire. If Torr “heard” my rapture, if he knew how close I
was to coming, who knows what he would do?

“This,” he answered, withdrawing
his fingers from between my legs as he rained a slow path of kisses down the
line of my spine. A shudder of anticipation rocked through me, destroying the
dismay his absent fingers caused in my sex. I squirmed, licking my dry lips as
he massaged my butt with strong hands, gently parting my ass cheeks with each
squeezing caress.

His lips continued down the length
of my spine, and I gasped as they ended their journey on the puckered hole of
my anus. He lingered there, his tongue stabbing with increasing pressure at its
tight entry, sending jolts of liquid electricity into my core.

Gods, it felt good. My eyes closed
and I heard a low, keening sound vibrating up my chest. It grew louder every
time Torr’s tongue touched me, until I was whimpering like an animal. And even
then, I couldn’t stop. The heat his mouth ignited in my body was spreading out
of control and my whimpers became growls.

“Yes, yes,” I ground out, sweat
trickling down my temple. “Oh
shyte
, yes.”

I could feel my orgasm building.
Growing closer. Wilder. My sex squeezed at Torr’s thrusting fingers, taking him
deeper. Wanting more. Wanting to be stretched to my limits by his rock-hard
cock. “Please,” I begged, uncaring of my desperate tone. “Please.”

“Please what, Raina Mynn?” His
breath kissed the flesh at the base of my spine. He drew a little circle with
the tip of his tongue, his fingers in my pussy motionless even as he pressed
the pad of his thumb to my sodden anus.

“Please…” I panted around the raw
sensations taking over my very existence. “Please…”

He straightened. Slowly. Sliding
his body against mine as he rose to his feet, his lips charting the way. I felt
his bare chest slide against my ass, followed by the hard planes of his
abdomen. He kissed the back of my neck again, his hands smoothing up the column
of my extended arms to my shackled wrists, his body unfurling from his kneeling
position. I sucked in breath after breath until something stiff and hot and
velvety smooth nudged the crevice between my ass cheeks, and my breaths turned
to a growl of ecstasy.

He was naked. At some stage, while
making love to my pussy with his tongue, he’d released his fly and his cock had
sprung free. And now that cock pressed against my flesh, insistent and
demanding.

“Please what, Rai’nia?” He slid his
hands back down my arms until they came to rest on my breasts. He held me still
as he rolled his hips, his shaft pushing at my backside, past it, until its
bulbous head found the sopping folds of my sex. “Tell me.” He shifted slightly
and his cock parted my nether lips. “Tell me.”

Oh gods, tell me. Tell me, so I
can sink into your heat and set you on fire. Tell me so we can become one and…

“Tell me,” he growled against my
neck, his hands cupping my breasts with tender care, his warmth, his sweat,
becoming my own. He held me that way, not moving, barely penetrating me.
Possessing me all the same. “Tell me.”

I couldn’t fight anymore. He was
right. The end result had been decided the moment I returned to this moon. I
was his.

I closed my eyes, pussy weeping to
be filled. “Fuck me. Take me.” I leaned back into his hard body and let him
feel my total surrender. “Claim me.”

He growled, and with one fluid
thrust, impaled me with his swollen cock.

I screamed—pain unlike any other
burning the stretched lips of my sex, pleasure unlike any I’d known destroying
the pain. “Oh gods, Torr!” I cried, taking him all, taking him deep. “Yes, yes,
yes.”

He pumped into me, long, fierce
strokes that grew faster with each thrust.

Mine, mine…oh, by the gods and
goddess, she is mine…mine to claim, mine to fuck, mine to…

The frenzied thought lashed through
my head, so potent and feverish, I gasped. It was too much. I felt Torr’s
passion, his desire for me. Not just in his body so utterly possessing mine,
but in his unbridled, unchecked thoughts. And in that split second, I saw my
destiny. Saw my body claimed by Torr over and over again, saw him filling me,
fucking me, mating with me. In this room, on the moon’s surface. In the air
above its desolate red expanse. In the very emptiness of space.

Saw massive wings spread from his
wide back as he thrust into me midflight, his golden-scaled form massive and
majestic and terrifying.

Saw
my
wings fold around our
long, serpentine bodies as we both came with roaring fire.

Wyvernian.

I saw it. In a split second. And
with that stunning, amazing, terrifying vision, my climax detonated in my core
and I ignited.

Burning with pleasure and destiny
fulfilled.

A roar rent the air and I felt Torr
stiffen, every muscle in his body coiling to complete stillness before he
pounded into my sex, his own orgasm stealing him of rhythm, turning each thrust
into a wild stroke that pushed me higher, higher, higher, until I came.

“Fuck!” I screamed, my pussy constricting,
milking Torr of his seed with squeezing pulses.

“Mine!” he roared, the hands on my
breasts growing as untamed as his penetrations. He punched his cock harder into
my center, pulling me down into each exquisite blow, his rhythm lost to his
release.

And then we were both spent and I
hung from my shackled wrists, Torr’s cock still sheathed in my sex, his cum
trickling down my thighs.

He closed his arms around me,
holding me in an embrace I could only describe as tender, his face buried in my
neck. “Mine.” He whispered the word on a shaky breath, followed by another
breath I couldn’t understand but heard in my head all the same.

Yours.

I closed my eyes, my heart smashing
against my breastbone like a sledgehammer. His. Mine.

Destiny.

Wyvernian.

I opened my eyes, staring at
nothing. “Well, I guess that clears one thing up.”

Torr’s heart thumped against my
back and I felt his cock slip from my sex as he shifted slightly. “What does it
clear up,
chyre
?” he murmured, raising his hands to my wrists. I heard a
soft chink and then the io-cuffs around them and my ankles released.

I pulled in a deep breath and let
it out in a long, wavering sigh, lowering my arms to my chest and massaging the
blood back into my hands. “I’m as insane as you.”

I spun, slamming the heels of my
palms into his chest, right on the sternum. He staggered backward, eyes wide
(and gray once more), his face shocked. Before the reality of what I was doing
could stop me, I launched myself into a spinning back kick. My heel smashed
into the exact same spot between his pecs, and in the point-five seconds my
stare was fixed on his face, I saw his smooth, brown flesh ripple golden light.

And then I was flung backward.

I don’t know how it happened. A
blast of air—so goddamn hot I swear my eyeballs felt baked—hit me and I was
careening backward, arms flailing, mouth open in stunned shock.

I slammed into the far wall, the
one that looked as if it were carved from solid granite. My shoulders smashed
against it, followed by the back of my skull, my ass and elbows—and guess what?
It
was
carved from solid granite. The entire room was entirely carved out
of rock.

I only had a surreal second to
digest that realization before Torr was on me, slamming his body into mine,
pinning my wrists to said granite wall with his large, strong hands, nailing my
hips to its immoveable surface with his. “Insane?” He yanked my arms up the
wall until my wrists were beside my head. His cock ground against my sex and I
choked back a groan. He was as stiff and hard and thick as ever. And as ever,
my body was hot and wet and hungry for him.

“Insane,” I snarled back, baring my
teeth. Trouble is, at this point in time, I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure I
showed Torr my teeth because I wanted to kill him or fuck him. In all honesty,
the answer was probably both. “Crazy as a cut snake.”

Green fire flared in his enraged
eyes. “Because you finally experienced true rapture, Rai’nia?” he asked,
although something about his smooth, deep voice told me he already knew it was the
truth. “Or because you finally discovered who you really are?”

“Ha!” I barked, fighting against
his crushing weight as much as I fought the urge to yield to it. “And what am
I, Torr? A bloody big lizard? That flies? In space?” I curled my lip, letting
him see the contempt I felt at the very idea. “Do you see my wings?”

“I don’t need to see them to know
what you are,
chyre
. I can feel them.” His nostrils flared and he
pressed his lower body harder to mine, driving one thick, muscled leg and then
the other between my thighs. “I can feel
you
.” His raging hard-on pushed
at my folds, and once again, I had to bite back a groan of traitorous pleasure.
Shyte
, I hated him.