But then something changes.
Solon keeps saying, “I need you, I need you.” His voice raw and desperate.
And while my heart is tumbling over itself at hearing those words, knowing this powerful creature needs me, maybe as much as I need him, something else is happening. I can smell it, sense it.
The darkness.
Oh god.
“Fuck!” Solon cries out, fucking me harder now, wild, savage thrusts, his nails now scraping down my back, getting sharper and sharper. “Fuck, Lenore, I’m sorry.”
His words break off into a low, rough groan that then builds into a growl, a roar, something inhuman, a sound I’ve never heard come from him before.
His cry shakes the room, shakes my bones, and I’m still being fucked, and now I’m scared because I can feel him changing inside me, growing longer, thicker, and I can feel him changing behind me, the darkness taking over.
The beast is here.
I lift my head to look behind me, getting a sense of something tall and large and dark, something beautiful and terrifying, but he places his hand on my head and pushes it down on the bed.
“Don’t look at me, don’t look at me!” he growls, his voice no longer his.
And his hand is no longer his, because it’s longer now, bigger than my head and I feel claws stretching out over my scalp. It holds me in place while he continues to drive himself into me and I’m nearly split in two.
Then he reaches forward with his other hand, bracing himself on the bed in front of me and I see it now, what it really is.
His hand is larger, completely black, with long claws at the ends. It’s still his flesh, but the blackness is heading up his arm and taking over his pale skin, flames licking the edges. It reminds me of when they purposely burn the fields before fire season, the flames low and smoldering, moving across the land and leaving blackened ash behind.
All this time when he was talking about the beast inside him, I really thought he was being metaphorical.
He wasn’t.
Oh god.
But I don’t have any time to dwell on the monster, because his cock hits me at just the right spot and I scream, unable to stop it from happening.
I’m coming again, my orgasm a tidal wave, sweeping the world out from under me. I’m lost to the undertow, drowning in desire and fear and a building sense of awe, while my body feels like it’s breaking into a million shining stars and I’ve been strewn across the night sky, flirting with the moon, and, and…
And it’s when this beast is inside me, his own guttural cries filling the room as he pours himself inside, still fucking hard like the savage animal that he is, that I realize the truth.
My truth.
Amethyst was right.
I’m in love with him.
Hell of a time to realize it.
“Lenore,” he pants, voice rumbling, still not quite his, but at least he knows my name. “Lenore.”
I close my eyes and rest my forehead on the bed as his pumping slows, knowing that something otherworldly just happened here, that I just felt Solon in the most real and raw way possible. I was exposed to the side of him he never wanted me to see.
He’s a monster at his core.
A beast.
And perhaps
I didn’t tame him, but I’m also not afraid of him.