As if reading his mind, Noa ran her fingers along the deep scar the collar had left behind, one that would remain.
He drove into Noa deep and fast, his pulse firing into a sprint. It pounded and thudded faster and faster, and Diel’s eyes closed at the twin ecstasies of taking Noa, sinking into her pussy, and the fact that no shocks would take him down. He was free and fucking and it felt so good.
He gripped Noa’s thighs and stared into her brown eyes. They were molten and heavy-lidded, and a smile played on her lips. “Harder,” she cried, and he drove into her deeper, quicker, over and over, until he was sure that not only had his monster and man merged but that Noa was one with them too.
Darkness and light swirled around them. The heat built and built, and their skin was slick as they slid against each other, her nipples dragging over his hard chest. Noa’s pussy began to clench. With her nails in his neck and her forehead against his, eyes trapped in one another’s hold, her lips parted and she screamed out her release.
Thighs shaking and balls tightening, Diel pressed against Noa harder, wanting to crawl under her skin and into her mind. He roared out into the folly as his orgasm rushed through him like rapids, crushing any fucked-up Brethren experience from his past, any hand that had ever been laid on his body.
It was all Noa—her scent, her taste, how he felt locked inside her. Diel’s hand raked into her hair, and he clutched the strands as he thrust the final remnants of the orgasm from his body. Noa’s back scraped against the wall, his chest crushing her between him and it. But her smile was wide and her tight body jerked in the aftermath.
Diel dropped his head against the crook of her neck, fighting to regain his lost breath. And as he did, something washed over him. He didn’t recognize it. Hadn’t ever experienced it.
But he wondered if it was … peace.
In that moment, he believed he had found some morsel of peace.
A droplet of sweat ran from Noa’s neck and past his lips. He flicked out his tongue, and the salty drop burst into his mouth. He sighed, replete. Maybe even happy. Noa’s arms moved to cradle his head, and his chest pulled tight as she dropped a kiss on his hair.
Diel finally drew back and met her eyes. Her face was flushed, but he saw the same happiness he felt reflected back at him. Noa smoothed his hair back from his face. She searched his eyes, then pressed her lips to his. Diel wanted her again, his cock twitching as it still lay inside her. When she broke away, she held his cheeks with her hands, keeping her thighs tightly wrapped around his waist.
“You’re finally free.”
Diel’s stomach rolled. Noa ducked down and kissed along his scar. He leaned his head to the side, allowing her access to his neck. Shivers exploded along his body. When she pulled back, he held her by the legs and walked across the room to the fire.
He dropped to his knees on the cold hard ground, gently placing Noa on her back. He lay above her, unwilling to let her go, and combed his fingers through her hair. She ran her hand down his cheek, his neck, and placed it on his chest, right over his brand. She stared at the angel wings, at the upturned cross now fashioned into the Fallen’s sword.
When her eyes met his again, they were shining. “They took so much from us,” she whispered. “So fucking much.”
Diel’s anger was quick to rise. It was instant. Just the thought of the Brethren fucking Noa as a child—at any age—sent his darkness spiraling, the need to kill clawing to the surface. “Breathe.” It was Noa’s voice that helped him cap his fury. Where once it had been the crackling heat of the collar’s voltage, now it was her.
He breathed deeply, calming. When his pulse had slowed, Noa shifted, making him groan. “You’ll get used to controlling the bursts of rage.”
He tipped his head to the side. “Your voice stops it.”
Noa brushed her fingertips over his lips. His cock was iron again inside her, and he began to rock forward, slowly, softly. Her eyes fluttered, but she managed to say, “You will stop yourself.” She moved her hands around his neck again, and he towered above her, increasing his thrusts. Noa moaned