Page 160 of Lost Lyrebird

Another moan.

“Is that a yes?”

“Jesus!Yes.”

“Good.”I pound into her and revel in her cries for more.

“Oh my fucking Godddd.Don’t stop.Don’t stop.Uh… Finn.”

Her responses aren’t calculated or an act.This is Lily, out of her mind and indulging in her physical desires.Her brain has finally turned off.

“You’d hear me unbuckling my belt, wouldn’t you, baby?”I withdraw and ram myself back inside and swivel my hips.

“Jesus!Yes, yes, I hear it.”

“Yeah, you do.And then just like this.I’d force your legs apart and make your pussy accept me whether you wanted it or not.Isn’t that right?”

“Holy fuck, Finn!”

I use every bit of my strength to give her what she needs, using my knees and the mattress to force my cock so deeply that her pussy won’t be the same tomorrow.Because that’s what I want.To rut, and mark, and fuck her so thoroughly, she’ll never forget this moment or me.

She’s crying out now, actual fucking tears are on her cheeks, but it’s purely an emotional release, and letting go of something she’s probably held in for years.Showing me a part of herself she most likely never showed another soul.

The harder I fuck her, the louder she gets.She’s so close.I can feel the grip she’s got on me.The walls of her sweet cunt tightening and squeezing me in a death grip.

“I’m gonna come.Can you feel me about to spill inside you?Going to breed this pussy and mark you as mine.”

The words work like a trigger on a gun being pulled.Her orgasm hits like a shockwave, her cunt clamps around my cock, and a shudder rolls through her.Her walls grip me for all they’re worth.The sensation goes straight to my balls, and I follow her down the rabbit hole and let the fantasy take me over the edge.“Lil’, Lil’, Lil’.Goddamn, woman.Yeah, so fucking good.”Her name is like a prayer, falling over and over from my lips as I ride out the ripples of pleasure pulsing through my body.

It’s dark and heady, and fucking perfect because we just tore down walls and got to the heart of something.And she trusted me enough to take us there.A hunter and prey kink that gives me a wealth of future fantasies to explore.And even though my cock is fucking spent, I can’t wait to dive into another one with her.

I move off to the side, but also turn her and pull her onto my chest.She hides her face at first in the crook of my neck.Letting my hand roam over her back, I let her feel as much of my skin as she can to ground herself.

“Fuck.I don’t know where that came from,” she whispers.

“Same place our dreams do.Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Says you.”

“Lily, I’d be more than happy to explore the fantasies going on up here.”I point to my own head.“Don’t for a minute think they’re not as dark or as dirty, because they are.Maybe even more so.And you know what?I don’t give a fuck.They are what they are.I am who I am.You are who you are.The more we try to hide it and deny it, the less true we are to ourselves, to each other.”

“The things you say, Goose.”

“What?”

“They, just, you know…?Kind of wreck me sometimes.”

“Just sometimes.”

“Yeah.”She’s quiet for a moment.Then she looks up at me with a devastating expression, and her blue eyes hold mine.The words she voices next spill from her as if they’re a confession.“Sometimes they also make me feel completely normal and whole.”

CHAPTER 46

Don’t wait for the right moment to have the meaningful conversations with those you love.

For the next week, Goose watches my performances from the shadows of the club.He’s my specter, and my routine is elevated to another level when I know he’s there.

Some nights he only stays long enough to see me dance, others, he stays for the entire shift, but disappears into his office after I’m done.Raven even adjusts our schedule to push our group routine and my solo closer together to accommodate this.