Ravensong (Green Creek 2)

The green began to tinge toward red, like fire spreading along the grass. The blue started to swell, an ocean rising. It hit the fire and mixed until the sea burned violet, and it was there, just lurking underneath the surface.

Claws, near my skin.

I groaned against him, mouth opening. His tongue slid against mine as he growled, the rumble crawling in his chest and up his throat. He felt like he was vibrating, and as I slid my hands down from his face to his chest, my tongue scraped against the tip of a fang. It should not have turned me on as much as it did.

And then it was gone.

He was gone.

One moment he was pressed against me, his mouth on my jaw, my neck, and the next he was standing on the other side of the room, chest heaving, eyes wide, jaw clenched.

I blinked slowly, trying to clear my head. I reached for him.

He took a step back. “Gordo. You—I….”

I shook my head. “No. Enough.”

“We can’t do this.”

“We can.”

“I could hurt you,” he snarled at me, eyes orange and bright in the dark room. “Don’t you get that? Haven’t you been listening? I’m losing my fucking mind. I’m turning Omega. I already hurt Elizabeth. I can’t take the chance that I could—” He choked.

“You won’t,” I told him. “You won’t.”

“You don’t know that. It’s happening, Gordo. It’s happening, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.”

“Then fight it!” I shouted at him. “Goddamn you, you fight it. You aren’t allowed to give up. You aren’t allowed to leave me again. You hear me? Fuck you if you think I’m going to just let you go again. Not now. Not because of this. Not because of something as fucking stupid as this.”

“Why?” he cried. “Why the hell are you doing this? Why do you even care? Is it guilt? Is this your way of getting back at me? Do you really hate me that much? Why the hell are you doing this, Gordo? Now, after all this time, why are you doing this?”

“It’s because I’m scared,” I said, voice breaking. “I love you, and I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”

The wolf responded then. The wooden raven fell from his hands and the wolf came rushing forward. I didn’t have time to react. If he was truly lost to me, if the tether had finally snapped, then I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop.

I closed my eyes.

But then I was lifted, hands under my thighs, pulling me up. My back slammed against the wall behind me, almost knocking the breath from my lungs as the plaster cracked. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his mouth was on my neck, teeth scraping against my skin. He was rumbling lowly in his throat, and I felt it, the way he vibrated. The way he shook. My hands went to the back of his head, forcing him to look up at me.

Orange and violet and that ice-cold blue flickered back.

I kissed him, pressing his lips back against his teeth. His fingers dug into my thighs, claws piercing the thick pants I wore, dimpling the skin. He rolled his hips, grinding against my dick. I groaned into his mouth as he sucked on my tongue. Bright flashes went off in my head, and they were him, they were coming from him, and I was shocked at the level of desire I felt, the animalistic urge that roared through him, demanding that he bite. That he fuck. That he claim.

And I—

I knew what I had to do.

“Mark,” I gasped as he latched on to my throat again, beard scraping my skin raw. “Listen to me.”

“No,” he growled, worrying a mark on my neck. “Busy.”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“I’m getting there.”

“No, listen to me. Just—Jesus fuck, do that again—no. Stop. Mark, listen.”

He pulled away, eyes dazed. His lips were swollen and slick with spit, and I wanted nothing more than to pull him back to me. A drop of sweat dripped down the side of his neck and onto my thumb. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.