Owned by Luna Voss

14

Barion

Melyta is still in her room when I get up the next morning. I end up leaving without seeing her, which bums me out. I hate the way I left things last night. What I should have done is pay more attention to her, not disappear upstairs with Korva. I can’t shake the feeling that I fucked things up.

I’m pretty down on myself by the time I’m ready to catch dinner. My original plan had been to come home and eat with Melyta, but now I’m not so sure. She’d probably be happier without me. Obviously she wants space, and I can’t blame her, the way I abandoned her last night. The more I think about it, that was shitty of me.

So I eat in a restaurant, thinking about her. Alone. I’m sure Korva would join me if I asked him, but I’m not the right space for that.

I can see the bar from where I’m sitting. There’s a woman there, a very attractive woman. I don’t recognize her, but I can tell she recognizes me. It’s not a surprise. People know who I am in Dultaz territory.

She smiles. The kind of smile that tells me she’d like to do more than just gaze at each other from across a dimly lit room. The kind of smile that tells me I could probably have her on her knees swallowing my cock in the bathroom if I wanted.

I don’t.

That in itself tells me something. Sex has never been something I’ve really sought out throughout my life, but usually it’s sought me out, and I’ve tended to let it. Beautiful women are just something you have access to when you’re highly ranked in a Vostra family, and usually if I was feeling crummy like this, meeting this woman at the bar is something I would consider.

But my interest is zero. Zilch. No offense to the lady making eyes at me, but there’s not one thing about her that could satisfy the need I have right now. It’s not even personal. No one could.

No one besides Melyta.

I put my glass down hard in frustration, spilling it slightly. The woman at the bar raises her eyebrows and turns away, seemingly affronted. I don’t care. There’s only one woman I care about right now.

“I’ll take my check,” I say to my server, my heart starting to race.

When I pull into my garage, I feel the adrenaline pumping through me almost like I’m about to go into battle. The entire ride home, a sense of determination has been building, one that I cannot and will not ignore.

Melyta is in the living room when I enter the house, watching some kind of comedy show on the TV. I stomp inside, not having even taken off my boots, and just stare at her for a moment, trying to process my next action. She raises her eyebrows. I reach over and turn off the TV.

“Hey!” she protests, although she doesn’t look genuinely upset. “I was watching that.”

“Come here,” I say, gesturing. “I need to talk to you.”

Melyta looks confused, but she doesn’t argue. She gets up off of the couch and walks over until she’s standing in front of me. “What?”

I open my mouth, and then close it. Fuck. I’m not good with words. “I just…”

She stares at me, waiting for me to finish. I wish she could read my mind, that I could just beam to her all the emotions I’ve been feeling.

And then pure instinct takes over, and I pull her into a kiss.

She reacts stiffly at first, like she wasn’t expecting it. And then she melts into me, and our lips are locked, and she’s kissing me back just as hard as I’m kissing her.

My hands fall to her waist as she presses herself against me, the softness of her body making me instantly very hard. My tongue dances against her lips before she opens her mouth to accept it and I march her backward, claiming her with a dominant kiss.

We tumble onto the couch, me on top, her on bottom, and my lips fall to her throat.

That’s where my mark should be.

I extend my fangs with a snarl, putting them very close to her neck, and she whimpers, shivering. If she were in heat, I would mark her right now.

Then I retract them and kiss my way down to her collarbone, reveling in her little moans. Her skin is so smooth, so soft. I love the way she feels. I could kiss every inch of her.

But what I really want is to kiss her mouth again. I make my way up, lingering on her neck, nibbling her earlobes. She kisses me first this time, leaning her head forward so that our lips meet. The kiss is softer than it was before, yet somehow, more passionate. Our tongues swirl around each other, flirting, dipping in and out of each other’s mouths. My hand moves to her cheek and I stroke it, wanting to possess her in every way possible.

My cock is painfully hard. I press it against her, savoring the moment of satisfaction this brings. She’s wearing this thin, short, warm-weather dress, and I can feel every curve of her body through it. She moans as my hand moves lower and finds her breast.

I can’t help but release a groan of my own as she starts to rub me through my pants. Fuck, that feels good. She struggles with my belt and then undoes it, dipping her hand inside to find my cock.

With a growl, I rip my pants open, losing a button in the process. She giggles. I glance at her, and we make eye contact for the first time since I came home. The look on her face is enough to make my heart soar. She looks as though the weight of the last year is finally being lifted, and I know I must look the same way. My eyes sting with the threat of tears.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” I whisper, my voice suddenly hoarse. I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life. If she were to reject me now, it might actually break me.

“I’ve wanted you, too,” Melyta whispers back, and her eyes are shiny. She holds my gaze, then gulps.

Slowly, deliberately, I press my lips against hers. She wraps her legs around me and I feel my cock pressing between her thighs, making me groan at her wonderful warmth. Sliding inside her is going to be the best thing I’ve ever felt.

She inhales as I reach down and push her panties to the side. I look at her face, check her beacon quickly, and growl in satisfaction as I see that it’s glowing gold.

“Please,” she whispers, “I’m ready.”

With a sigh of pure happiness, I start to push my thick cock inside her. Melyta moans, her eyes defocusing for a second, and then she gives me a smile of mixed enjoyment and overwhelm.

“I forgot how big you were,” she whimpers. “I can feel you stretching me open.”

“Good,” I growl, suddenly feeling extremely possessive, “because this cunt is mine now.”

She shivers slightly. “I haven’t… been with anyone else. Not since last time with you.”

I watch the base of my cock disappear inside her and I hold it there for a moment, all the way inside. Then, looking her directly in the eye, I pull my hips back and begin to thrust. Her eyes widen. A groan escapes my lips. Melyta feels just as good as I remember. Her warm, wet pussy grips my cock perfectly, making me feel like I’m home. Home inside her.

From that moment forward, things start to get more primal. My fangs come out again, and my claws too. I’m forced to use what little control I have left in order to avoid scratching her. She seems completely overwhelmed by the size of me, and the pace at which I’m thrusting. Her fingers clutch at my back, her breath coming in desperate gasps.

All I can think about is how I need to make her mine. How this time, it’s all-important that she wear my mark. I know it’s impossible, I know my fangs won’t even produce pigment until she’s in heat, but I fucking need her. I thrust inside her with everything I have, holding her, growling in her ear.

Melyta’s body stiffens and her muscles grow very tense. I feel her legs tighten around me, and then her pussy convulses around my cock, over and over again. I press my lips against hers, wanting to possess her, to taste her, as she has her orgasm.

And then I feel my own climax building, too, and I know it won’t be long before I erupt. I keep thrusting, my growls getting louder, and then the pleasure washes over me and my cock begins to pump her full of my cum.

Melyta inhales, and I feel her wrapping herself around me tighter than anyone ever has before. I pant for breath, my head fuzzy, in bliss.

For a while I just lie there on top of her, stroking the hair out of her face. She looks so peaceful. Then her eyes open, and instead of looking away, she gazes back at me. Neither of us speaks a word, we just look into each other’s eyes, reveling in the sense of connection, of understanding.

“I don’t want to move,” I whisper eventually. “I want to stay here inside you, always.”

She giggles. “That would make it pretty hard to be a Vostra boss.”

“Underboss,” I correct her automatically, chuckling. “And I’ll just carry you with me. Everywhere I go.”

Melyta smiles. “That’s a funny image. And I got you. You never told me your rank.”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “You got me. I guess it doesn’t matter now.”

“So you’re the underboss of the Dultaz Family?”

I nod. I know it’s better not to involve her in this stuff, but she’s mine now. She’s involved.

We spend at least another hour cuddling on the couch, both of us giddy with this new development. It’s like the awkward barrier between us has been lifted, and things can just be natural again. Natural the way they were the night we met.

Eventually she falls asleep, and I carry her gently upstairs to my room. I go to bed more satisfied than I have been in a long time, with Melyta’s warm body curled up next to me.