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Seventeen

Changing the past

H e grabs me and slams me down onto the metal table behind me, the one fighters are sewn back up on.

His thumb comes out and runs along my lips, smudging the blood there, before his mouth descends.

Our lips meet in a frenzied hurry, our teeth clashing in another fight, but this time, for each other’s bodies and pleasure.

He rips my clothes away, and I fumble with his until, with a growl, he steps back and sheds his trousers, then he’s naked before me.

Gasping, I run my eyes across my assassin.

His body is a fucking weapon, all hard edges and muscles, glowing from the sun, and covered in scars and now blood and sweat.

He lets me look for a moment before he is back between my thighs, shoving them open as he drops to his knees between them.

Those icy eyes meet mine as he parts my lips to find me wet for him.

Hands slick with my blood and sweat, he traces them down me, gathering my wetness before lifting it up to my lips.

I suck it clean as he growls, “Taste how sweet you are, how much you are mine.”

Reaching down, I grip his head and drag it closer to me. I groan when he flattens his tongue and licks down my pussy before thrusting it inside me, again and again, with sharp, hard thrusts before he stabs my clit with it. He drags me to that edge and throws me over. Our fight was our foreplay.

I scream my release, clamping my thighs around his head as my pussy clenches on nothing.

He’s on his feet in an instant. His cold, hard face is twisted into a snarl, and his lips are tinted red and glistening with my blood and cum.

Using my legs, he drags me closer to the edge of the table, and in one smooth hard move, he slams inside me.

He impales me on his cock, that piercing he got for me dragging along my walls, making me writhe as I cry out.

His hands grip my hips so hard before he slides the right one up and through the blood dripping down my side from my injury.

“Fuck, I love the way you bleed for me, knowing I’m marking your skin, knowing how hot it makes you. ”

He slams into me again as I dig my hands into his side to try and hang on, his thrusts are feral and rough, without rhythm. He’s in fight mode right now. I can still hear the cheers and stomps from upstairs, our names on their lips, but below them is another battle, this one just for us.

“Fuck me,” I demand. “Harder, show me why you won.”

He groans and drags me closer, until I’m almost sitting up on his cock, the new angle burying him all the way to the hilt and almost making my eyes cross as pleasure pounds through me. My heart slams in time with his thrusts, and moans leave my lips as I surrender to the pleasure he has to offer.

“Dray, fuck, please!” I almost scream, needing to come again, needing him to fuck me thoroughly so I forget everything for a moment. Everything but him.

My Seeker King.

To tame a creature like this…fuck, the power is heady.

He lifts me with his hands on my ass and drops me back onto the table and into his thrusts. I dig my nails into his shoulders, my head thrown back in ecstasy as he fucks me. He fucks me with wild abandon, no finesse or teasing. This isn’t a battle for power, it’s a fight to the finish.

I’m so close again already. I can still taste myself on my lips, until he leans in and kisses me, biting my lip. He drags it out between us and releases it with a pop. The hint of pain makes me clamp around him as he roars. Lifting me, he strides over to the closest wall and just slams me into it.

I groan and fight him, so he slams me against it again. My ears ring, my head feels light, and my bruised lip pulses in time with my pussy. Blood and sweat flows between us. His hand lands on the wall next to me, his other holding me up as he pistons in and out of me.

Wrapping my legs tighter around him, I let my head fall back against the wall as I meet his thrusts as much as I can.

The door opens. “Champion, they are—”

“Get the fuck out!” Dray roars, and the door slams. I laugh, which then turns into a moan as he pinches my clit in punishment before sliding his hand down and around his cock as he fucks it into me.

“ Fuck, fuck. Soulmate, you make me wild. I can’t help it, always did, even back then.

Every fight, all I could think about was it being me and claiming you as my prize after…

or you claiming me and fucking me. Using me. ”

My breath hitches at that. My breasts smash into his chest, those icy eyes wild and locked on mine. “But now you’re mine, mine!” He slams into me and twists, and I come with a scream.

Clamping around him.

Milking him.

He roars his own release as it fills me. Both of us pant as he presses his head to mine, and with a gentleness I forgot he was capable of, he kisses me. Our tastes mingle together until we have to break apart to breathe.

“I love you, soulmate. When you are healed, we will fight again. I know you will win, my champion…my queen,” he murmurs, making me smile. God, I love this man.