Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Raven

“Just a few more,” Dhol said, reaching for Raven.

“Why does the antidote have to go into each wound? You guys should be working on better treatments instead of focusing on the military. This feels like torture,” Raven protested, darting across the bed. “I’d rather risk the poison.”

“I can’t let you do that. Let’s just get this done,” Dhol replied, refilling the injector.

“I’m feeling better. Save it,” Raven insisted.

He sighed and set everything on the nightstand. “At least lie down and rest.”

Raven was worn out from the day, and her body felt heavy. She crawled into his bed and wrapped herself in the sheets. Dhol picked up his wet pants and retrieved his device.

The screen remained dark even when he flipped the switch. He muttered a curse under his breath.

“I’ll need to get a new one this week,” Dhol said, lying down next to her.

Raven moved closer and rested her head on his chest. She could feel his heart race as he stroked her clean skin. The scent of rain returned, bringing back memories of the waterfall.

She tried to push away the inappropriate thoughts, but failed. His hand stopped, and he pulled her close until their bodies were touching.

“You’re the one who’s really good at torture,” Dhol whispered. “Just ask me already.”

“I like seeing you all flustered and shaky when I get close,” Raven replied.

“Really?” Dhol asked.

His scent was like a storm, sending a shiver through her body. Her heart started to race, and her throat went dry. Raven held him tighter as her breathing became ragged.

He chuckled. “Should I keep going?”

She shook her head; another wave like that would make her melt in his arms. He smelled like fresh rain carried on a strong wind.

She licked her lips. “My garden could use some water.”

“That was a good try, but I liked how you asked me in the car that night. Do you remember?”

Raven furrowed her brow. Most of that night was a blur, but she tried to remember. All she could recall was the urge to cut—and to fuck.

Slowly, fragments of that night started to come back, flashes of her lying on the seat, touching herself, then the words she spoke.

“You remembered,” he said. “I can smell it. Ask me.”

Just hearing those words made her face and body heat up.

“Please, Daddy, take me,” Raven said, looking into his fiery amber eyes.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, making her rub her thighs together to soothe the growing ache. Moisture began to gather between her legs.

“Do you want to be Daddy’s little human or Daddy’s little whore?” Dhol asked, flipping her onto her back.

He climbed on top, taking in every inch of her as his hand glided up to her breast. Dhol rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it hardened.

He did the same to the other one. His gentle touch made Raven’s breath catch in her throat.

“Tonight, Daddy’s little human,” Raven said.

He latched onto her nipple and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud as he slid his hand between her thighs. Dhol spread her wetness around and massaged her clit.

Like the master he was, he didn’t lose focus or miss a beat as he added a finger into the mix. Dhol used only the tip to tease her opening.

Raven was impatient and tried to push herself onto his finger.

She received a light bite on her nipple, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to stop her.

“Try that again, and I’ll bring out the plug, the bigger one this time,” Dhol warned.

It’d been so long, and Raven was about to burst. She just wanted him inside her already. And he’d called her a tease; she had nothing on him in that department. Dhol worked his way down her body.

Every touch, kiss, and lick made her shiver until he reached his destination.

“I’m finally going to get my meal,” Dhol said, spreading her legs wide.

His tongue flicked across her sensitive button, and she grabbed onto his shoulders, trying hard not to grind against his face. Raven was getting desperate and knew she would lose control.

In a last-ditch effort, she scooted up the bed, trying to escape the pleasure. But Dhol wasn’t letting her get away that easily. He pulled her up and off the bed.

He almost knocked over the nightstand as he placed her against the wall.

Dhol brought her core back to his face. “No more running.”

He shoved his tongue in deep and worked her over. She lost control when he slowly pressed his forefinger in. The blissful torture made her see stars as she shook hard.

She had no choice but to ride out her orgasm. She met each thrust of his tongue; his moans sent vibrations through her core. He lapped up every drop she had to give.

Raven didn’t have time to catch her breath. Dhol maneuvered her legs from atop his shoulders to around his waist. His hot, damp body pressed against hers.

She could feel his heart pounding against her as well as his hard cock poking her.

He pressed his forehead against hers. “I want to bury myself deep.”

“Wa—wait. I need a minute,” Raven said, pushing against his chest.

“We have all night,” Dhol said, smiling.

Raven tightened her legs around him and nodded. Dhol took his cue and surged forward, stealing Raven’s breath in the process. He wasn’t as long as Arenk and Laro, but he was wider by far.

She was filled to the brim, but she knew there was more to take. Raven’s eyes rolled back, and she groaned.

Dhol’s body shook after every slow thrust. Raven knew he was holding back to give her a chance to adjust, but his control was slipping. Dhol’s grip on her legs grew tighter as his speed increased.

She was sure that the whole house was awake now from their cries of passion and the banging on the wall.

“I’m close,” he groaned.

Dhol’s voice, strained and husky, coupled with his expert movements, pushed her to the brink. She shuddered, her fingers digging into his skin. With a low moan, Dhol gave two more powerful thrusts.

Raven’s eyes flew open as she felt the warmth of him filling her. It was an overwhelming sensation, and Dhol made certain not a single drop was wasted.

“Does anyone around here believe in pulling out?” Raven asked, her voice breathless.

“Your body seemed to have other ideas,” Dhol replied, lifting her gently and carrying her to the bed. “It was like a black hole, pulling me in. I couldn’t resist.”

Raven shot him a look of mock outrage. “Well, maybe you should try harder next time.”

Dhol’s smile was soft, his eyes warm. “As you wish, Flower.”