Ravensong (Green Creek 2)

But then, it’d never been him.

He had worked a third finger in before I snapped that he either needed to fuck me or I’d do it myself.

He laughed. “I’d like to see you try.”

I wrapped a hand around his throat.

The vines around the roses tightened.

I shoved him to the side, rolling with him as my magic burst along my arm. He grunted in surprise when he landed on his back. I straddled his hips, his cock under my ass. I ground down against it, and he groaned as he thrust up. “Impatient,” he said.

I ignored him, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the slick I kept in the drawer. The wooden raven rattled across the surface, tilting to the side on its wing.

Mark was watching me when I sat back up, having found what I was looking for. I met his gaze after I poured the slick onto my hand, sitting up and reaching behind me. I wrapped my hand around his dick, getting him wet. He swallowed thickly, eyes fluttering shut as I stroked him. The angle was awkward, and he was thick, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I wiped the remaining slick against my asshole as I tossed the bottle onto the floor.

I put one hand flat against his chest as I reached behind me again and rose. His eyes opened, his hands coming to my hips. I pressed his cock against my asshole, breathing out slowly as I bore down on him.

Claws popped against my skin.

His chest rumbled as I sank down.

One of his claws pierced the skin on my right side.

I breathed in the blue and the green and the violet and—

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My hips were flush with his.

“Gordo,” he breathed, my name like a benediction through sharpening teeth.

I waited, holding myself in place, hands in his chest hair. “Yeah,” I sighed. “I know.”

“I need to move,” he said, sounding desperate. “You need to let me move—”

I glared down at him. “You need to hold the fuck up.”

He snapped his teeth at me, eyes flaring violet.

I brought my hand back to his throat, wrapping my fingers around his neck. The skin dimpled where my fingertips pressed down.

He growled up at me, claws digging in.

The raven stretched its wings.

I watched as roses began to bloom down my arm. They covered the runes and symbols my father had given me. They’d never been like this before. So free. So wild. The grew until they covered every inch of skin, the vines stretching down toward my hand, leaves sprouting, the thick black thorns curved sharply.

The roses burst along the back of my hand, the red as bright as it’d ever been. The vines stretched down the lengths of my fingers, and for a moment, brief though it was, I swore they began to spread along his neck underneath my hand. That part of me was now etched into him.

The violet in his eyes faded away.

All that was left was blue. Clear, clean ice-cold blue.

I rose slowly, holding my hand in place, before falling back down on him. He groaned as I clenched my ass. His claws retreated, and I felt a thin trickle of blood roll down my side as his fingers gripped my hips. I rose again and was met on the way back down by his hips. He moved until his feet were flat against the bed before he fucked up into me harder, his skin slapping against mine.

I bowed my head, my hair falling into my eyes. The raven shrank as it flitted down my arm toward my hand, its wings scraping against the rose petals. It spread its wings when it reached the back of my hand, and Mark groaned my name as I held on tight. He pushed his hips up again harshly.

This had to work.