AURORA
“Mars,” I whispered, glancing into the bedroom after Elijah and Adrian left.
Ruffles and Pringle ran by me through the hallway, batting at a toy mouse. I slipped into the room and shut the door behind me, unsure of who I spoke to now.
Face void of emotion as if he was trying to think hard or remember something that Ares had dreamt up, Mars lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, his breathing uneven. When I crawled onto the bed with him, he wrapped his arms around my waist, laid me on his chest, and relaxed. Gently brushing his thumbs across my hips, he asked, “Yes, Kitten?”
“I need to talk to you about something,” I said, drawing circles across his scarred forearms. I hated—loathed—the conversation about to happen, but I had to have it before we left to visit the necromancer tomorrow. What Charolette had done was a threat to our security.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Luna, your father is gone from his cell,” Marcel said through the mind link to me.
Pain split through my chest. I didn’t have the heart to respond. Dad was gone for good. I’d never see him again.
I clutched Mars’s hand. “I love you more than anything, Mars, and I’ll always be here for you. Please know that.”
Sitting up, he grasped my face and searched it with concern. “What’s wrong?”
While I wanted to come out and say that Charolette had betrayed him, I didn’t know if he’d close in on himself and disappear from me for a long time. Ares would do anything to protect Mars from not only the truth, but also pain and heartbreak.
I softly kissed his lips and frowned against him, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. If this was good-bye for a while, at least he knew I’d be here when he got back. I hoped he wouldn’t be gone for long. I needed him.
Not knowing how to say it, I held his face still. “Charolette met with Fenris a few weeks ago.”
He released me and straightened his back, unimaginable fury flooding his golden eyes. “She what?” he asked, voice tensing by the second.
All the sorrow, pain, and grief disappeared from his face, and Ares clawed his way to the forefront, claiming control.
I crawled on top of him and refused to let him move from the bed. “I know you’re furious. I know you’re angry. Give it to me. Not her. She just wanted to talk to her father. Take all that anger out on me, Ares. Take me. Fuck me. Until you feel better.”
“Aurora, don’t,” he said through gritted teeth.
It was wrong to stand up for Charolette, but I understood how she’d felt. She wanted approval from her father. She wanted him to like her, even just a little bit. I didn’t accept of it, but I understood it. And if Ares flipped out on her now, he might do or say something he’d later regret.
All he was right now was a man of muscle and rage. I’d seen what he was capable of when he beat up Elijah. I had seen what he did to countless hounds. I didn’t want him to hurt his only sister.
“Aurora,” Ares growled, shoving me off him.
I toppled over but quickly regained my balance and placed my hands firmly on his chest. “Love me the only way you know how to love, Ares.” I wrapped his hand around the front of my throat and vowed to take Charolette’s physical punishment for her. With one hand on his chest, I moved my hips back and forth, feeling him tense. “Hard. Rough. Ruthlessly.”
Since we would leave for Syncome Mountains tomorrow, tonight was the last night that I was sure I would have him all to myself. I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow. I didn’t know if we would find the necromancer. If we would end up killing her, especially if we found out that she took part in helping the hounds. If we could stop the hounds once and for all.
Ares growled and flipped me onto my stomach, his hand around my neck. “I’m not going to hurt you because of her mistakes,” he growled into my ear, pulling me closer. “Don’t you ever say or think something like that again.”
He needed to release his anger somehow.
He pressed his hardness against my backside and roughly swiped his thumb across my lower lip before pushing it into my mouth. “But if you want me to be rough with you, then I’ll be rough with you, Kitten.”
I sucked his thumb between my lips and ground my hips back against his hard cock. Ares tugged down his pants, enough to pull out his dick, and pressed it against my panties. He hooked a finger inside them and drew them to the side, positioning his cock against my pussy lips.
When he thrust himself into me, he grunted. My pussy tightened around him as he squeezed my throat and gently choked me, pumping in and out of me. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t sweet, and it surely wasn’t soft.
Each thrust was merciless, hard, and cruel.
An alpha releasing his rage, proving his dominance, and proclaiming his worth.
One arm slipping around my waist, he rubbed my clit in tortuous little circles and slapped it twice, making me whimper. I dug my fingers into the bedsheets, the pleasure coursing through my body.
“Is this what you fucking wanted?” Ares asked, sucking on his mark. He pulled my hips into the air and pushed my head against the pillows. “Answer me, Kitten.”
“Yes,” I breathed out, relishing in every inch sliding into me. “This is what I wanted.” I arched my back hard and let his balls slap against my clit each time. “Are you going to come inside your luna’s pussy?” I asked, glancing back at him. “Get me pregnant with your pups?”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me off the mattress until his lips pressed against my ear. He tenderly bit my neck. “Tell me that you know I wouldn’t ever hurt you. Tell me you’re not afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I whispered, the pressure building higher.
He thrust into me harder, and I came all over him.
“I love all of you. Every single bit.”
After he filled me with his cum, he collapsed onto the bed next to me and brushed some hair off my forehead. “I still need to talk to Charolette. She should know better,” he growled, canines lengthening. “I’ll have someone watch her tomorrow and deal out her punishment when we return from Syncome Mountains.”