Are you ready, Lyra? Kane communicated with a wickedness. The woman did not answer, fearing he would hear her stifled sobs. Ready to prove how you truly feel? His hands ran along her toes, his touch instantly awakening her most primal urges. Lyra brought her thumb to her mouth and bit into it to quell her response. He trailed his fingers up her ankle, under the duvet, as he moved heavily around the bedframe. Shall I show you what a disobedient little liar you are? His talons scratched the surface of her shins, and he drew them up to her knees and caressed the joint, perching himself on the bed next to her. You didn’t want to be my pet, did you? He taunted as his nails clawed at her inner thigh. Lyra bit down again. You don’t want me, am I correct? He teased again, whilst easing the duvet down as his fingers worked their way higher. Lyra stifled a shudder as Kane’s thumb circled her nipple, causing it to harden. I am as ugly inside as I am on the outside, remember? Lyra softly removed her thumb and bit down on her own lip. Her eyelids grew heavy and she desperately tried to hide her deepening breaths. I am in my own hell, well, my sweet, this does not feel like hell to me. Kane stroked from her nipple to her neck and back again, carefully uncurling her body with a little extra force as he did.
I am a sadist, no one could want this, could they? Lyra allowed her eyelids to drop, hoping that she would be able to shut him out. He turned her head away from him and allowed his lips to tenderly glide up and down her exposed skin. You will find another man to spend eternity with, isn’t that so? He echoed as his mouth moved to her cheeks and his hand brushed over her sex. Lyra bit her lip harder, stifling her moans with the taste of blood. Kane nuzzled his mouth across her head and down her other cheek, turning her face back to his. Any other man touches you, and his suffering will be unbearable. He brushed his mouth over hers and licked at the blood trickling from her lips. And so will yours. Lyra loosened her jaw, fighting with her own desire to respond.
His hand stroked over her sex, promising to fulfil her. I am a heartless thing, he continued as his hand encircled her sensitivity. Night after night she had waited for his touch, lonely and frustrated. The waiting hurt, and the hurt had been unbearable. Responding to him after all of the torment and pain would be taken as an act of surrender and defeat. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of her training, but each time her thoughts returned to Kane and how empty her time without him had been. You don’t want me, Kane repeated as his tongue flicked down her neck to her breasts. Lyra’s stomach muscles tightened in response, though the determination to keep still remained. You don’t need me. He took her breast into his mouth and hooked a thumb around her clit. But I need you, Lyra. I need to feed my lust for your flesh, the monster’s prey. He lowered his middle finger so that it just touched the inside of her. Lyra swallowed a moan, hoping that he did not notice.
You can shut me out, can’t you? Kane pushed his finger slightly further inside and rubbed at her opening. Tell me how you don’t want me, tell me now and I will stop. Lyra pursed her lips as the rhythm of his hand increased.
‘I don’t,’ Lyra began, but could not continue without releasing a moan, so quietened herself and clenched her jaw.
I disagree, I think you do. He released her breast but continued to work her sex. The clink of the scabbard buckle rang out, followed by the slither of the leather against his trousers. Kane gently lifted his fingers and tightened the buckle at the top of her thigh. The loose strap of leather was pulled tightly up against her sensitive spot. Kane snapped the leather in his hands and brushed it against her. The leather tightened again, sending waves through her belly. Lyra let out an inadvertent sigh. Her sex pulsated, and she knew that he could feel it.
Releasing the strap, Kane brought his mouth to her clit and encircled it with his tongue. I can taste your lies. He encircled it again and then ran his lips along her belly to her breasts, leaving her sex unattended. A rush of emptiness filled Lyra’s belly. Her lip trembled and she bit down again. Why fight it? Kane coerced, bringing his lips back to her throat and returning his hand to her sex. How many strokes will it take to make your body betray you? His mouth brushed back to Lyra’s lips as she fought the powerful surge growing inside of her. Your body betrays you; your scent, your wetness. His mouth opened against hers, taking her lips with it. His tongue touched hers and licked it gently. Beg me to take you, and I will. His hand deliberately steadied, lightening the aching pressure between her legs. Beg me, Lyra. I will take away all your pain, all your confusion. Lyra opened her eyes and was just about able to make out the contours of his face from the front room light that glowed under the door.
Kane ran sharp talons up her neck and worked her wetness softly, deliberately preventing her orgasm. Beg this heartless, soulless monster to take you, his thoughts commanded. Lyra held herself steady, refusing to speak or respond to his kiss. So disobedient, Kane observed as his rigidity grew and throbbed at her defiance. And yet so eager. He released Lyra’s lips and body. Disobedience must be punished. The creature unbuckled his scabbard from her leg and raised it in the dark, cracking the leather across her thigh. Lyra gasped as the strap etched into her flesh. The leather struck the same spot with a caustic lash. Lyra cried out and her body went rigid in response to the burning sensation.
Kane eased the leather strap over her sex and her body. Perhaps you would like something a little more persuasive, he threatened, dropping the scabbard to the floor and drawing his knife from the boards. The cold steel caressed her belly and breasts. In the darkness, Kane’s astute eyes noted the flutter of her eyelids and the swelling of her lips. Isn’t this how you did it? He taunted, drawing the blade across her throat just close enough to graze it. The blade then slammed furiously into the wall behind the headboard. His mouth fell over hers, and he released himself from his clothing. Furious hands gripped her thighs and wrenched her legs apart. The monster climbed between them, stroking her clit with his hardness. Lyra’s resistance fell, her nonchalance collapsed as he moved himself to her entrance.
Beg me, my beautiful little liar and I will take all of your pain away. Lyra arched her back so that her sex pressed against him. She had longed for this; under all of the pain, she had ached for him. He had brought her so close to peaking already. To deny her responses was futile. Beg this monster, show what you are. He edged slightly inside of her. The pressure pulsated through her body, and Lyra shook with need. Her teeth bit into her lip, then with eyes closed in total defeat she whispered,
‘Please, Kane.’ His hardness filled her before she had finished the words that excited him so desperately. His weight dropped over her body, and his lips smothered hers. Lyra wrapped her legs about him, and he lifted her so that she sat in his lap, her legs clinging about his waist. His hands grabbed her hips and he pulled her against him.
Lyra could no longer quell her moans and cried out as she rode his hardness. The flame that had been burning for so long without being sated grew into a fire that raged through Kane. He had waited for her to prove her love for him, to come to him, and admired her attempts to obey him in spite of her own feelings. Lyra’s muscles tensed ecstatically, and she leaned backwards, allowing him to pull her onto his need. Kane wanted to take her, fill her with his revenge and subdue her fire. The contours of her body writhed in the darkness. He released her hips, allowing her to fall into the mattress. Still inside of her, he lowered himself onto her and pressed his body back into hers.
Her legs still clung to him, and her need beat against her belly. She moaned again as his lips crushed hers, and she responded, holding his head and driving her tongue into his mouth as he drove himself into her. Lyra panted furiously as the pleasure violently escalated and her sex clenched against his throbs. Her jaw clenched with the agony of ecstasy. Kane slowed his pace, forcing the length of his shaft against her clit and then filling her completely. Her fingers grasped his neck.
‘Kane, I’m going to come for you,’ she moaned wantonly beneath him. Kane’s eyes twitched with a frenzied lust. He drove again into her and held himself deeply as she arched and cried out. His own body throbbed and exploded inside hers, and for an instant she swore she heard a deep groan leave his mouth. The shared sensation electrified both as they clung to the moment, allowing the pleasure to reach completion, and then endured the pleasurable waves as they subsided.
Time slowed. Kane remained inside of Lyra, looking down at her and she up at him. Intermittently, their mouths locked with a sensitive passion. He cupped her face in his hands and waited for her to relax, then lay beside her, covering both of them with the duvet.
‘Kane,’ Lyra whispered. Kane tilted his head, acknowledging her. ‘Please don’t leave me alone again.’
‘Never,’ he replied in a deep, guttural voice. Lyra flinched with shock.
‘You can speak!?’ she cried, aghast.
‘Yes,’ Kane replied curtly.
‘But Harlon said you don’t speak. Why haven’t you spoken before?’ Lyra asked, snaking her arms about his burly neck and burying her head into his chest.
‘I don’t need to. I have no reason to speak to humans; you cannot reason with the unreasonable.’ Lyra furrowed her brow.
‘Why didn’t you speak to me?’ Kane kissed her head.
‘How would you have learned to bring your empathy to fruition? If I spoke to you, you would not try alternative methods of communication.’
‘I don’t want to leave you,’ Lyra whispered, burrowing further into his chest. ‘I just don’t understand why you just left me alone.’
‘I told you the truth, Lyra. I was testing your obedience and your love. I wanted to know your feelings, and you needed time to practise living as a hunter.’ Kane squeezed her gently.
‘That’s it?’ she queried, sensing there was more.
‘No. You were correct; I am a sadist.’
Lyra sighed; she was well aware of that fact.
‘Part of me needs to see you in pain. I feed from it,’ Kane confessed as he held her closer. ‘I wanted to hurt you. There is something inside of me that delights in the suffering of others.’ Lyra let out an elated grunt as her eyelids flitted.
‘Then punish me as you wish,’ she whispered into his chest. Kane sucked in a mouthful of air.
‘You must face what I am, Lyra!’
‘I know what you are,’ the woman responded in a puzzled voice.
‘No, you must watch and face it before you can make your first kill,’ Kane explained. ‘Without interference, without trying to protect the humans. You need to watch and accept.’ He tilted her face up to his. ‘Do you understand?’
‘Yes, Kane, I understand,’ she whispered.
