Elena – POV
Gods.
He tore into like I was made for him—like this was sothing the universe had written in blood and fire long before we ever t. For a heartbeat, it was like losing my virginity again. My body split apart and reford around him. I gasped, not from pain, but from how deeply I felt him—how completely.
He gripped my ass, lifting effortlessly, only to slam back down with such force that water sloshed over the edge of the tub. My scream echoed through the bathroom, raw and unfiltered. My breasts bounced against his chest, slick skin sliding against slick skin, every inch of contact sparking fire under my skin.
Again. Again. Again.
He set a punishing rhythm, dragging pleasure out of like it was his right. And maybe it was. I was his mate. His equal. His tornt. His temptation.
But then, just when I thought I’d drown in the overwhelming power of him, he eased—his grip loosened, his strength held back—and he gave control. A wordless offering. You lead.
I didn’t hesitate.
I moved.
Riding him, bracing my palms on his shoulders, I let the rhythm beco mine. His hands ca up—rough, reverent—cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples, fingers gripping like he could brand by touch alone.
"You’re mine," he rasped, voice broken with need.
I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because if I opened my mouth, I might say yes.
And this didn’t an anything... right?
Except it felt like everything.
Damon – POV
Fuck.
She moved over like a starved goddess, like her soul had been clawing through lifetis just to find mine and devour it. Every grind of her hips, every breathless moan that escaped her lips—it unmade .
My hands gripped her waist, not to control, but to anchor myself. Because if I let go, I’d lose whatever was left of to the storm of her.
And gods, she was a storm.
"This," Hades breathed inside , voice like velvet and smoke, "it’s been ages since I felt sothing like this."
I felt him surge through , rising like a tide I couldn’t stop. The line between where I ended and where he began blurred with every second. It wasn’t just lust—it was divinity clawing its way to the surface, craving, needing, claiming.
Her body rolled against mine, her hands buried in my hair, her breath hot on my lips—and I swore I could feel her soul pressed against mine.
She was awakening .
No—not just .
Us.
Vampire. Wolf. God.
Three beasts, one body. And she was the match.
A growl tore out of my throat before I could stop it, deep and guttural, not entirely mine. My claws dug into the edge of the tub. My eyes flickered—silver, gold, obsidian—and I could feel Hades smiling behind them.
"You feel it, don’t you?" he whispered, purring in my skull. "She’s not just your mate. She’s your catalyst. Your queen."
My queen.
My undoing.
She arched against , and I damn near lost the last thread of control I had.
If she knew what she was waking inside , maybe she’d run.
Or maybe... she’d rule beside .
She rode like a starved succubus, every roll of her hips dragging deeper into so sweet, punishing madness. Water sloshed violently around us, her thighs tight around my hips, her soaked skin glistening under the bathroom lights like she’d been carved by lust itself. Her breasts bounced with every grind, her head tossed back, hair clinging to her flushed skin, mouth parted in breathless gasps that fed the wildfire burning inside .
Fuck, I was losing it.
My hands found her hips, holding her steady as I thrust up to et her rhythm, the slap of skin against skin echoing between us. She moaned loud enough to wake the dead, her nails raking across my chest, and I wanted more. Needed more.
"This..." I growled through gritted teeth, "...is what you do to ."
Her walls clamped down around , and I swore I blacked out for a second. Gods, she was everything. She was the ache and the cure. The pain and the pleasure.
And Hades—lurking deep inside —was stirring, purring in approval.
"She’s ours," the voice rumbled. "Take her. Mark her. Brand her from the inside out."
His hunger wasn’t just mine anymore. It fused with the supernatural heat flooding my veins, wild and all-consuming. Every nerve in my body scread to take her, to complete the bond, to sink my fangs into that soft spot where her shoulder t her neck and lock her to for eternity.
I leaned forward, lips grazing her damp skin, and she shivered. My hands slid from her hips to her ass, gripping, kneading, encouraging her to keep moving while I angled her just right—hitting her deeper, harder.
She was close. I felt it in the way her rhythm faltered. In the breathy gasps turning into desperate, broken moans.
Now, Hades hissed. Now—mark her. Bury your teeth. Let her feel what it ans to belong to us.
My fangs ached. My beast clawed forward.
I leaned in, grazing my lips over her neck, tongue brushing the skin that pulsed with her heartbeat.
I was going to do it. I was going to mark her—
"No." Her voice cut through like ice water, sharp and breathless. "Don’t mark ."
She shoved at my shoulder, and I froze.
My entire body snapped tight.
Every fiber of my being recoiled, not from her rejection, but from the denial—from the unfinished bond. I saw the panic in her eyes. Not fear. Defiance. She knew what that mark ant. What it would make her. Mine. Permanently.
And she wasn’t ready to give that up.
Fine.
Fucking fine.
If she wouldn’t let mark her... then I’d make sure her body never forgot who I was.
"You don’t want the mark?" I growled, voice low and dark, grabbing her hips with a bruising grip. "Then feel everything else I can give you."
Before she could blink, I flipped her onto her back—water splashing over the rim of the tub. Her breath caught, wide eyes eting mine just before I plunged back into her in one savage thrust that made her cry out and cling to the sides of the tub.
Her rejection had ignited sothing ruthless in . Not just the heat. Not just Hades. This was —Damon. Angry. Possessive. Denied.
I gripped her hips and drove into her, over and over again, harder, deeper, faster. Punishing her with pleasure. Worshiping and punishing all at once.
"You won’t let mark you?" I growled in her ear, each word punctuated with a thrust that had her arching. "Then you’ll rember this way. Every step you take tomorrow, you’ll feel this."
She cried out again, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, and gods, I wasn’t done.
One hand found her ass, gripping tight before delivering a sharp, wet smack. Her body jerked under , her walls clenching so tightly I nearly ca on the spot.
"Mine," I whispered darkly, spanking her again, "even if you won’t say it."
Her breath hitched—equal parts pleasure and fury—and with every swat of my palm, her slick heat gripped tighter.
"Damon," she moaned, voice breaking.
I leaned in, teeth grazing her earlobe, "Say you’re mine."
She didn’t respond.
So I fucked her harder.
My grip on her hips tightened, and I thrust up, hard enough to lift her off the water, hard enough to make her scream. My cock drove deep, slamming into her until the air turned electric.
She gasped, clawing at my shoulders, but I didn’t slow. I punished her with every thrust. My pace turned brutal, relentless, water splashing like waves crashing against the tub walls.
If she wouldn’t let mark her, I’d make sure she felt for days.
Her ass bounced off my thighs, skin-to-skin smacks mixing with moans. I brought my hand down in a hard spank.
She yelped.
Good.
Her hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in, but she still didn’t give the satisfaction of those words. Fine. Let her be stubborn. I’d just keep wrecking her until the only thing she could think of was my na.
Her thighs trembled. Her moans turned desperate. She was close again.
I licked a trail up her throat, my voice low and breathless, "You’re going to co on my cock, little Luna. And when you do, rember—I could’ve marked you. I should’ve marked you."
"Maybe if I spank that attitude out of you, you’ll stop running from what’s fucking inevitable," I hissed through clenched teeth.
Her inner walls tightened around like a vice, making groan out loud. She was getting wetter from it.
"You like that, don’t you?" I growled, landing another smack on her ass, watching her skin flush pink under my palm. "You want to be punished for denying your mate."
She whimpered, her hips bucking faster, chasing her own release even as I took control.
My fingers dug into her thighs as I slamd into her, again and again, her moans spiraling into cries of pleasure that shook to my fucking core. Her head dropped against my shoulder, trembling, lost in the chaos between us.
My other hand snaked between us and found her clit. One rub. Two.
She didn’t answer.
But her body did.
She shattered beneath —her scream echoing against the tile, back arching like a bow as her climax hit her like a tidal wave.
And I wasn’t far behind.
With a growl that shook from deep within my chest, I slamd in one last ti, hips jerking as I spilled into her—every muscle taut, every breath stolen.
We stayed like that for a long mont.
Water lapping at our bodies.
Our breathing ragged.
Her skin against mine.
Her scent, her warmth, her defiance—all of it mine.
And yet...
She still hadn’t let mark her.
Yet.
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