Chapter Eleven
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Wren
Why would she do it? Why would she put the collar on herself? It made no sense. Without her dragon she was defenceless. She would feel all the pains of her human self and have no way of protecting herself from them. She had spent centuries with her dragon. Relying on it to keep her warm, to keep her safe.
And yet she had put that damned piece of metal around her throat willingly. How much pain had she been in, was still in.
My Opal.
She was always in pain. Always. And I hated it. Hated the fact that she thought she had no other choice but to rip part of her away.
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you.” I scooped her from the front of the car easily, cradling her in my arms like a baby.
“I can walk.”
Why was she so argumentative all the time? Couldn’t she see I was trying to help her. If only she would let me.
“Yes you can walk, but you have been through a lot tonight Opal and I want to carry you. So be quiet and let me.”
She fell silent as I moved towards the small cabin. The door was unlocked because I had left it open. It wasn’t mine but it was empty. A safe house of our very own. Not that we could stay for long. We wouldn’t be able to stay anywhere for long until I got her to the resistance but it offered us a few days.
And we needed those days. We needed to talk. I had a thousand questions and she owed me a million answers.
“What is this place?” Her eyes skirted around the small one room cabin as I placed her gently on the bed against the far wall. Her skin looked ghostly white against the brightly coloured bed spread. “Is this your home?”
“No. “ I shook my head. “It’s just a place I found.”
“You broke in?” She swung her legs from the bed, and it was only my warning look that stopped her from getting to her feet. She ducked her head.
“I need a place to rest for a few hours that is safe. This will do. No one will think about following us here.” Pulling open the cabinets I pulled out mugs. “Are you hungry?”
“Wren about what happened earlier.”
I ignored her, I didn’t want to talk about her running from me again. Not yet anyway. Soon we would have to but not until I had myself under control.
“Answer the question Opal, are you hungry?” My voice came out more stern then I meant it to. And she shoes away again like I would hit her.
I didn’t want her scared of me. That wouldn’t get us anywhere. Shaking myself I turned to to her. “I am sorry , I didn’t mean to snap.”
“It’s ok, and yes I am hungry.”
“There was food in the cupboard, not a lot but some things. Tomorrow I will go out and get us some more supplies. But for now there is tomato soup.”
“Tomato soup is good.” Her small hand came down on my arm and for a second I just stared at it. “Thank you.”
Thank you, she said thank you. And she sounded so much like the old Opal that my heart ached.
I missed her so damn much. She was right in front of me and I missed her.
“You don’t have to thank me Opal, you..” I fell silent as she reached up on tiptoes. Her lips pressed against my cheek.
“Yes I do, I…”
I didn’t let her finish, whirling around I crushed her to my chest. My arms in an iron like vice around her waist as I plundered her mouth with mine.
It wasn’t a sweet kiss, it wasn’t even a kiss. It was more a battle. Both of us desperately clawing at each other as I walked her backwards towards the bed. The soup forgotten.
There was nothing else in the entire universe but her and my overwhelming need to be so far inside her that I forget everything else.
“I won’t be gentle…” I tore my lips away from hers. Searching her face .
It was amazing how quickly I had lost control. All she had to do was speak to me kindly, act just for a second like the girl I had fallen in love with and I lost it.
“I don’t want you to be gentle.” She clicked the front fastening of her bra with practised ease , letting her small breasts fall into my waiting hands.
I squeezed hard. Once. And then using my hands I turned her around, pressing her torso down onto the high bed. I ripped her panties down her legs and tossing them away. Kicking her legs apart with my feet I fit myself between her legs.
I was being to rough, going to fast . I knew it but I couldn’t stop myself now. All that mattered was being inside her.
Freeing myself I thrust into her, hard. My fingers curling around her hips bruisingly hard.
“Ohhh.” Opal flung her head back as I started to move. Hard and fast inside of her.
her moans spurred me on. She was enjoying it. No she wasn’t enjoying it. She loved me taking her like this, hard and rough. And that’s all I needed to really let loose.
Now I knew she liked it, I could be as rough as I liked. And I wanted to be rough, I wanted to punish her with my d**k.
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