Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse

Chapter 293: I Dont Care

"Shhh, angel. I know what you need." His finger plunged deep, knuckle-deep into her tight, clutching pussy. Her inner walls fluttered wildly. He added a second finger without warning, stretching her deliciously. A choked scream tore from her throat. He curled his fingers inside her, finding that spongy spot that made her vision blur. He rubbed it relentlessly, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit simultaneously.

"Oh fuck! Oh god, Dimitri!" Her back arched violently, her tail tightening like a rope around his thigh. Her cunt pulsed around his invading fingers, sucking them deeper. The sounds were obscene: the wet slap of his hand against her pussy, the slick squelch as his fingers pistoned in and out, fucking her hard and deep. Her juices coated his hand, dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

"Feel that?" he growled, watching her face contort in ecstasy. "Feel how deep I’m in you? Filling up this perfect little hole? Marking it?" He scissored his fingers, stretching her wider, making her gasp. "Gonna be so fucking ruined for anyone else. Gonna remember my fingers stretching this tight cunt. My cock splitting you open later."

He crooked his fingers again, hitting that spot with brutal precision. Her orgasm detonated, a white-hot supernova tearing through her. She screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on his fingers like a wet, greedy fist, milking them as wave after wave of pure fucking bliss crashed over her. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, her vision tunnelling. Dimitri watched, enraptured, his own cock throbbing painfully against her thigh, as his angel shattered beneath his touch.

He slowed his fingers, gentling the strokes as she trembled through the aftershocks, her pussy still fluttering weakly around him. He pulled his fingers out slowly, glistening with her release. He brought them to his mouth, his crimson eyes locked on hers, and sucked them clean with a groan of pure, primal satisfaction. "Perfect," he rasped. "Taste like fucking heaven."

He licked his fingers again, slow and deliberate, savouring every drop of her juices, his cock aching so hard it bordered on pain. This woman. His woman. The taste of her was addictive, sweet, musky and perfect, and he wanted more. Needed more. He was about to position himself between her thighs, to finally sink into that tight, dripping heat that had been haunting his dreams for weeks...

Then the world detonated.

A flash of blinding white light split the room, followed a heartbeat later by a sonic boom that rattled the windows in their frames and sent dust cascading from the ceiling. The bed shook. The walls groaned. Felicity jolted upright with a startled gasp, her blue eyes going wide, her fox ears swivelling toward the source of the sound.

"What the hell was that?!" She scrambled off the bed before he could grab her, his hands closing on empty air where her warm body had just been.

Dimitri’s jaw clenched so hard his teeth creaked. His cock throbbed against his stomach, angry and ignored, and a growl built in his chest that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with the murderous rage flooding his veins. Two hundred people could be dying outside, and he wouldn’t give a single fuck. Not when he’d been about to claim her. Not when she was finally beneath him, finally his...

Felicity was already at the window, pressing her palms against the glass, her small frame silhouetted by the orange glow outside. Smoke billowed from the direction of the main gate, thick and black and reeking of charred flesh.

"Felicity, come ba-" he started, but she wasn’t listening.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "Dimitri, there are, there are shadows of bodies everywhere."

She leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass. He could see the muscles in her back tense as she watched something below. "The tigers are dragging someone. A woman. They’re pulling her toward the town."

"FELICITY!" Victor’s voice boomed from the courtyard below, sharp and commanding even at this distance. "STAY INSIDE. IT’S HANDLED."

"What happened?" she shouted back, throwing open the window. The smell of smoke and burning flooded the room, and Dimitri’s nostrils flared. "Victor! Who was that? What did you do?"

"RIOT AT THE GATE DONT WORRY ABOUT IT, THEY’RE DEALT WITH."

Dimitri’s vision went red at the edges. He was already moving, crossing the room in three strides, his cock still painfully hard and completely irrelevant to the killing intent radiating off him like heat from a furnace. He looked down at the courtyard, locking eyes with Victor, who had the absolute audacity to stand there covered in ash and blood, looking like a goddamn war monument, as if he hadn’t just obliterated two hundred people and interrupted the single most important moment of Dimitri’s existence.

Dimitri stared at him. Not a glare. Not anger. Something colder. Something that said, I will tear your wings off and feed them to you. Victor held his gaze for exactly two seconds before turning away, and Dimitri took that as the only concession he was going to get.

Enough.

He scooped Felicity off her feet in one smooth motion, ignoring her surprised yelp, and carried her back to the bed. She was still talking, something about the woman, about the bodies, about needing to know what happened, and he let her words wash over him without processing them. The only thing that mattered was getting her back beneath him, tasting her again, making her forget the entire fucking world existed outside this room.

"Hey Dimitri, what are you?" She gasped as he lay her down and immediately spread her thighs, positioning himself between them. Her pussy was still glistening, swollen and pink and absolutely fucking perfect, and the sight of it made his cock jump so hard it hurt.

"I don’t care," he growled, and buried his face between her legs.

The first taste nearly broke him. Sweet and slick and hers, the flavour exploding across his tongue like something sacred. He groaned against her, the vibration making her hips buck, and then he was devouring her with single-minded intensity. His tongue speared inside her, fucking her with long, deep strokes that had her fingers clawing at the sheets.