Hate by K.A Knight
Dawn returns with her dragon hours later, almost night time. She looks happy but her eyes are calculating. He probably answered all of her questions about the dragons. Dawn isn’t the type to ignore a threat against us. But when she sees me waiting, she grins and skips my way. I grab her and kiss her hard. She groans into my mouth and smiles as I pull away. The madness that swirls in my mind like always slows with her presence.
“Where is everyone?” she questions.
“Did you have a good day?” I query, as Aska strides past with a nod.
“I did. Griff, where is everyone?” she repeats, as I take her hand and lead her inside, it’s not safe outside with just me now.
“Nos is working with Lucy on laws and possible council members, on who they can trust. Dume is with Jair, checking the armoury, house, and dungeons. Your wolf is somewhere in the woods hunting, left not long after you,” I inform her, trying to remember if that’s all her men.
“Oh,” she offers, but she seems sad. Narrowing my eyes, I throw her into the closest wall and glare down at her, my body pressed to hers, vibrating with madness and anger.
“Disappointed to be with your fucked up experiment?” I snarl in her face.
She arches her eyebrow, her hands threading through my hair and massaging. “Never, I just missed them is all, all of you, and yes, even you, Griff, before you start. Now, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I snap, and try to pull away, but she drags me back until my fist presses to the wall next to her.
“Liar,” she retorts, kissing me. “Tell me, Griff, what’s wrong? Who do I need to kill?”
Sighing, I grin at her. “You can’t solve everything by killing someone.”
“Huh, coming from you?” she teases. “Now stop avoiding the question.”
“I—” Looking away, I grind my teeth before forcing the words out. “I wanted to know if you still wanted me, still felt the same after meeting my dad and all the others...I’m not exactly a mythical creature like them.”
It hurts to admit, hurts to ask, and I’m terrified she might agree, making my worst fears true, but she laughs.
Right in my face.
Snarling, I smash my fist into the wall and push away, storming off, leaving her there. “Griffin, you get your fucking ass back here right now,” she yells, angry now.
I turn and stride back to her where she is waiting in the corridor, towering above her as I press my hand to her throat. “Or what, your fucking majesty? Going to kill me? No, you’ll just give the order now, no need to get bloody yourself.”
Her eyes bleed to black, her anger clashing with mine. “I did this for all of you, Griff, so don’t you dare look down on me because you have a problem with the council. I did, and that’s why I fucking killed them. You do not get to treat me like shit because you’re scared. I’m scared too, and no, to answer your question. You aren’t a mythical being, you’re not fate chosen or any of that shit. You’re Griffin, you’re an experiment, like me. We are two fucked up experiments in this powerful, dark world. You’re my home, so yes, I still want you. I don’t know how you could think anything else, Griffin. Even when you’re mean, even when you’re filled with hate, I still want you. I want everything you have, I want to fly with you through the skies again, I want to lie in bed with you. I want your cock, mouth, and body, I want you. All of you.”
Searching her eyes and face, I see the truth written there and I relax a bit, stroking her throat lovingly. “Even with all the others you have now?” I murmur.
She smiles at me. “They don’t understand. Not all of them get the pain of just being alive, of wondering if you’re enough. Of questioning if you’re an abomination, pondering if you will go mad like the man who made you. You do, Griffin, you understand me in a way they never will. Our rage, our hate is the same...and so is our love. Don’t ever doubt that. You are mine, Griffin. Until the end...you are never getting away from me. So get it through your head, and next time you need reassuring, just ask, don’t storm away.”
“I did ask.” I roll my eyes and she laughs as I press a lingering kiss to her lips. “You want to fly with me, even after being with your dragon?” I murmur.
“Always! No one flies and fucks like you, baby.” She snorts and then pulls away with a mischievous look on her face. “Why don’t you catch me if you can?” she challenges, and then she’s gone.
Whirling, I see her racing away and up the stairs, giggling as her hair blows behind her. So fast, so quick. But I’m quicker, and she is never getting away from me.
Racing to the front entrance, I see her climbing the stairs two at a time. I leap up onto the second floor, landing in her path. She squeals and turns, running the other way.
Smirking, I feel my mist leaking around me, my body lighting up with power as my wings burst from my back. She twists and turns, panting as she tries to outrun me. I match her pace, my hand catching her hair every now and again to remind her I’m there, but wanting to see where this goes.
She laughs harder and I know, I just know what she’s going to do.
There, at the end of the hallway, is a window. She grins over her shoulder. “Catch me, Griff,” she yells, and throws herself through it.
Glass shatters as air rushes in and I throw myself through it, diving after her, tumbling from the third floor of the mansion. The air whizzes past me and there, like before, she is. Her eyes locked on me, her arms held out at her side, and no fear in her body. Just trust that I will always catch her and love.
Plunging, I manage to wrap my arms around her before we meet the rapidly approaching ground, and flap my wings hard to get us back into the sky. She pants between laughs as she watches me. “Vasculo,” I warn, wanting to chastise her but I can’t, I love her.
So much, even when she’s crazy...like me.
“Always.” She grins and presses her lips to mine as she wraps her arms around me. “Now how about we try that fucking while we fly thing again?”
Fuck, how did I get so lucky?
Looking down, I grumble, “Why the fuck are you wearing leather pants?” She laughs, keeping her legs around me but trusting me to keep her up as I soar, flying us higher. Her hands reach down and undo the leather pants, and she tries to wiggle them off but they are too tight. She sighs. “You’re going to cut them away, aren’t you?” She pouts.
“I’ll buy you more.” I smirk as I pull a blade free, holding her with one arm as I cut down the leg and across her arse before switching her to the other hand and cutting the other side. With one yank, the tattered leather falls away, leaving her bare. “Fuck, you’re not wearing panties.”
Gripping the back of her shirt, I tear that away as well, exposing the pale globes of her breasts to the setting sun, which is throwing orange and pink across the sky we are hovering in.
She’s so stunning, held against my darkness, her pale skin lighting up the sky like the moon. She tips her head back, exposing more of her chest and throat as her arms hang down, her body bending backwards as I trace my eyes across her unblemished skin.
I watch her, my heart stopping for a moment. It’s like touching an otherworldly creature. My arms and hands are not perfect enough to hold this being, but then she lifts her head. Her black eyes focus on me, her red lips parting on a whisper.
My name.
Fuck not being good enough to touch her, it’s never stopped me before and never will. Gripping her arse, I hold her close and slope her back, splitting my concentration between her body and flying. It wouldn’t do good to fly into a plane or some shit, that’s how much she distracts me.
Shifting her higher, I free my cock, which is already hard and throbbing for her, knowing what’s going to happen. She bites her lower lip when I press my cock to her wetness and coat myself in it. She is already soaked, ready for me like always, no doubt our argument made her wet.
Fuck.
There is no time for teasing or niceties, I need her too much. Looking into those black eyes, I take a deep breath and tuck my wings in, letting us descend as I surge into her pussy in one smooth thrust.
She screams, her head falling back as the wind whooshes around us. Holding her tighter, I fuck her with deep, hard thrusts. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect that I almost forget to fly.
Flapping my wings desperately, my back straining from it, I swoop back into the sky as she gasps, her hips rocking against me to meet my thrusts, her fingers trailing through the darkening sky.
Surging in and out of her, the clenching of her pussy gets to be too much. The weight of her in my arms…I need more. I need her mouth, her screams. I can’t concentrate on flying anymore, not with her wrapped around me.
“Griffin,” she begs, her hips moving furiously to match my rhythm, her lips parted on constant moans.
I can’t fly anymore, so I aim for earth, not looking where. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I whip my head around frantically, spotting the trees. Perfect. Picking the closest one, I slam her into the bark as I fuck her. My cock pounds in and out of her. Her head tilts back, her chest bowing as she pulls me closer. Kissing her breasts over and over, I show her just how much I love her.
She clenches around me. “Griff, God, I’m so close—”
Growling, I press her back into the tree and the scent of her blood fills the air as I rip through her quivering heat, forcing her higher until, with a scream, she comes with my name on her lips. It undoes me. I fuck her harder, faster, until I can’t anymore. My balls are drawing up, my stomach rippling as my cock jerks and I come. Filling her with my release.
We still and I lean against her, unable to move, my legs quivering until I’m afraid I might drop her. Fuck, I came so hard I saw stars, and when I lift my head slightly, I see blood on her chest…I must have bitten her. But she doesn’t care.
“I’ll buy you lots more leather pants,” I pant, and she laughs breathlessly.
“Fuck, I love you, Griff. Always, I’ll remind you of it whenever you forget,” she whispers, pulling me closer. I lean against her, the tree holding us both up after that, and my darkest fear surfaces...the one I’ve been trying to outrun.
“I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”
“What?” she asks, confused, so I lift my head, meeting her gaze.
Swallowing hard, I stare into those eyes and in the silence of the woods I reach for her, showing her my deepest, darkest fear. “That man, my dad, you saw him, Vasculo. He hurt my mother, not always physically, but his hate...his drive. He hurt her and he hurt all those women. I’m part of him, his legacy, and blood, baby. What if I hurt you, not...not the way we play, but actually hurt you?” I explain, willing her to understand. “I’m terrified I will...that I’ll become him.”
She grips my cheeks hard. “Blood doesn’t mean shit, Griff. You have the most strength of anyone I have ever met. If anyone can beat that bastard’s fucked up genes, it’s you. You fight even when others would give up, when you get dark sometimes, lost in that madness. But I’ll always be there to hold you through it, to let you get it out on me. So bring it, baby, hurt me. Give me the best you got, I can handle it. You and me, Griff. Take it all out on me whenever you need to. Whenever you feel scared, angry, or mad. Get me. Fuck me. Kill me. Whatever you need. You can never hurt me too much, haven’t you learned that by now? Maybe that means I’m as fucked up as you, some might say the pain that prick put me through tainted me. I don’t give a fuck, as long as you don’t. So what? We’re crazy, we are angry. Who fucking cares? Being sane is boring anyway. So, to it all, baby...I say bring it.”
With each word that fear falls away, that man’s words...my father’s words, leaving me. Filled with Dawn, always Dawn. She is my world now, my center, she’s right. She can take whatever I deal out, always could, always will. She will meet me in the dark, just as mad as me. Ready to take me down until I feel better. He might have messed me up, but maybe, just maybe, there was a reason for that.
I had to suffer.
I had to become mad, angry, and hateful for her.
For Dawn...because she is too, and she needs someone in the dark with her. I’ll be it, always. She will never suffer alone again.
“I love you, Vasculo,” I whisper, unable to say everything in my head, but I shouldn’t have worried because she sees it, knows it, even when I can’t speak the poetic words like her other mates can.
“I love you too, Griff. Now let’s feed me, huh? I’m starving and for more than just cock.” She grins, making me laugh.
“Come on. It’s time, no more hiding. We’ve got shit to do,” I declare, and she snickers.
“I couldn’t have said it better.” She takes my hand and we leave the forest together, my father and my fears left behind where she ripped them free from me, the poison gone even if the effects remain.
We’ve got shit to do.
