Ava
“I’m ready, My King.” Those words are all Braiden needs.
He leans over the bed, dropping me onto it before pulling back.
I’m nervous. In my mind, I am still a virgin with a child, as I cannot remember conceiving. But if my secret stash of
sketches is anything to go by, I must have enjoyed it. Just thinking of how I would wake up, wet and aroused, after
having one of those dreams with the Black Death starring as the MC evokes a similar feeling of lust. Exc ept now,
the guilt that would always follow was missing in action.
“I know you don’t fully remember the last time we were in this position,” he says quietly, wrapping his hand
around my calf before slowly removing one shoe and the other.
His hands knead the flesh of my calves before traveling upward, the feel of them on my upper thighs even more
intoxicating. His black eyes search mine. If he expects me to tell him to stop, he has another thing coming. I can
barely breathe, let alone formulate thoughts and sentences. Even just his ministrations of my legs are the most
sensual thing I have ever experienced in my life. I gulp, and he smirks before slowly moving his hands even higher,
up along the outer sides of my thighs, bunching the dress I am wearing until he reaches the band of my underwear.
He growls as he hooks his finger in the elastic and then, ever so slowly, drags them down my legs. I squirm. I am so
wet that he will definitely see
it. He inhales de eply, his eyes closing for a minute before opening again.
“Fuck, Ava, I have missed your scent. Missed how sweet your pussy smells and tastes.” Oh. My. God.
I moan, and he takes this as his cue to dive right in. His tongue against my inner thigh makes me jump, but
Braiden's hold on my hips ke eps me where he wants me. His breath fans my core, and I try bucking against his
hold, the need already unfurling.
“Needy little minx.” A soft chuckle follows his words, and then his mouth is where I need it. Lapping at the
entrance and swirling around my clit until I am making sounds I didn’t know I could make. Whimpering, wanton
noises that merge with the sounds of Braiden's tongue against my pussy to form an erotic symphony.
I am edging toward my release, needing him to be closer, de eper. My hands find their way into his hair, and déjà vu
of this moment engulfs me before I am pulled back to the present, pushing his head against me as I ride his face.
“I’m so close, Braiden,” I pant, arching my back as the feeling intensifies.
Then, he inserts a finger while simultaneously circling my nub with his tongue, and I burst into a million tiny
pieces, my eyes slamming shut as I shake under the strength of the orgasm.
When I open my eyes again, Braiden is standing between my legs naked.
He licks his lips. The thought of me on his tongue and me as the cause of the hooded lust and hunger on his face
makes me blush. Then I look down.
Damn. Bad idea. His cock is huge. And hard as granite. His hand palms it, stroking it from the tip to the base.
“Dress off.” With difficulty, I tear my gaze from the sight of the erotic show and quickly take off my dress,
followed by my bra.
My breasts feel heavy and full. My nipples ache as if his gaze is physically touching them.
“You’re sensational, Ava. Every part of you is made for every part of me.
Like a jigsaw. Do you want to see how well we fit?” His eyes are so black it is like looking into the abyss of hell
itself. But I am not afraid.
I nod my head in response, but he shakes his head. Then he leans forward, crowding me and forcing me back.
“Words, My Queen.” His head dips into my neck, where his mouth attaches to the spot he will mark before
dragging his tongue down to the
peak of my breast. He pulls slightly back, his breath millimeters from my aching breast.
His eyes meet mine, waiting.
“Yes, I want to see how well we fit.” Another smirk and then heaven as his warm mouth encloses my breast and his
tongue circles my nipple. I’m delirious as he alternates between the two while his hand finds my center, the two
fingers he slips inside me immediately working my G-spot. He plays me like a fiddle, reminding me who its master
is. I don’t last long before I am squeezing those fingers as another orgasm rips through my body, leaving me
panting and moaning in ecstasy.
He pulls me forward, forcing me to straddle him as he stands up. His cock is at my entrance. I can feel its heat and
the girth of his tip resting against my lips.
Our gazes are locked, and then his finger shifts my hair, exposing my neck.
“Are you ready for me, Ava? There's no turning back from here.” His voice is strained as he jerks against my core,
his body eager to finish what we have started.
“I’m ready.” One, two, three breaths, and then he drops his hold on me, gravity doing the rest as my lips stretch and
muscles part as he fucks himself into me in one swift and delicious motion. The exquisite feeling of being so full,
so filled to the brim with Braiden, is the fuel as another orgasm builds. I can already tell this one will destroy me.
“Fuck. So tight. So perfect.” With his hands now under my ass, he drives into me, over and over, until I am
screaming his name, begging him to fuck me de eper and harder. He obliges, and before I know it, I am on the edge
of madness, losing my mind. We are both close. I can tell by the animalistic way we are grinding against each
other.
“It’s time, Ava.” His voice is husky, and I nod, angling my head to the side to give him access.
He growls, followed by a sharp pain and then a burst of emotions, his mouth still latched onto my neck as we come
at the same time. It is nothing like the orgasms before. This one consumes me, and as Braiden releases my neck, I
am biting into his, reopening the scars that fit my teeth perfectly. My body racks with another orgasm while
Braiden holds me close.
Then, I feel pressure in my head, followed by darkness.
“My King. She is fine. Her vitals are stable. She must have just passed out from the marking. It can happen.”
These words are muffled, pulling me from wherever I have gone. Wow. I fainted.
I try to concentrate, but another voice comes through—Braiden’s. He sounds distressed, and I can almost feel how
upset he is.
“Is she okay? Fuck. Was this too much too soon? Does she regret it?”
I try to speak, but my throat is dry. Eventually, I manage to croak out a few words.
“I’m okay, and I don’t regret anything.”
“Ava, you're awake.” I can feel the relief as he says the words, my eyes prying open.
And then I start hearing it. Voices. Loads of them.
“My Queen.”
“It has happened.”
“My King has marked her.” Loads of voices overwhelm me, making my head pound.
“Ugh, what's going on?” I ask as Braiden’s hand rubs my back reassuringly while I cradle my head.
“It’s your link, Ava, to me, to the royal pack. Try to block it out.”
Braiden's voice is soft amongst the ones in my head, but I catch it, nonetheless, thinking back to when I was in a
pack. It was so long ago that I forgot how loud this could be.
“I remember Nick telling me how bad this was when he mated with Samuel. He said I should visualize a tap and
that I can open and close it at will. I think you told him that.”
The room goes dead quiet, so much so that amongst the voices in my mind, I can hear the second hand of a clock
ticking nearby.
“Ava... your memories. They are back.” Braiden's words sink in, and simultaneously, everything coalesces to form
one big picture. Memories implanted are grainy and have a distorted view to them, like when you wake up from a
dream and it starts fading. What is back is everything that has been hidden.
From the moment I was captured in the building in Blakely. How I was drugged. The excruciating pain as they
removed the silver and how I, along with Aliana, nearly died from that procedure. The recovery in isolation.
More drugs to subdue me. Being in a white padded room and struggling against the restraints as they used shock
therapy and hypnosis to trick me into believing Braiden was the one out to kill us. That Jerry was the one who had
saved me. Braiden’s mother's face with a smirk on her lips as she watched them torture me.
Oh my god. I whip my gaze over to Braiden.
“I remember everything.” My heart beats out of my chest as everything crashes into place.
“I know how to find The Underground. I know how to find The Butcher.”