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It isn’t until Sloane raises a hand to him in front of their wing that he reacts.
He’s been so fucking patient.
He’s been so goddamn fucking patient as she’s been a brat, thrown temper tantrums, even screamed at him during flight training.
But when her hand flies at his face he snatches her wrist out of the air, twisting her arm. The fury streaked across her face flares as he grabs her other arm, pinning both to her sides before she can try to hit him again.
Sloane struggles against him, furious that she can’t free herself. “Fuck you.” She spits at him.
His voice is low and gravely as everyone else melts away, his full attention on the girl in front of him. Strands of her blonde hair fall over her shoulders, clad in her leather flight jacket, and her bright blue eyes shine at him as he meets her gaze, her eyes glassy and narrowed.
“I take a lot of shit from you, Mairi.” He is angry too now, and it’s like she stokes a burning inside him, an all encompassing ache.
“Yell at me? Fine. You want to throw a temper tantrum? Fine. But I’m still your Wingleader, Mairi, so you’ll show me an ounce of goddamn respect.”
He lets her go, ignoring the angry red marks on her wrists from where she tried to twist out of his grasp, and he’s turning before she responds.
“You don’t deserve my respect”
“What was that, cadet?”
“You heard me.”
Her shoulders are thrown back, every bit of defiance in her eyes trained on him.
“Excused!” he barks, turning to the rest of the wing, and ignoring the startled looks on some of the cadets’ faces. “Get out!”
The wing disperses quickly, and she turns to walk away, but he surges forward, stopping himself just inches from her shorter frame, and leaving her so close he can feel her breath as she whirls back around at his words.
“Not you, Mairi.”
She’s inches from his chest, her head tilted back as she raises her eyes to his, and her gaze burns.
“What are you doing?”
He takes a step back, raking his hands through his hair roughly. “I don’t know.”
Her eyes narrow further, distrusting, and he continues, frustration making his tone rough and jagged.
“I try to help you, I try to be patient, and you throw it all back in my face.” He’s pacing in front of her, the burning in him cresting. “What the fuck do you want from me Mairi?”
Her voice is defiant. “I want nothing to do with you, it’s your fault, it’s all your fault.” Her voice cracks, and then rises. “Its your fault and I want you to get the fuck out of my life, because there’s nothing you could ever say to me, nothing you could do that would change the guilt you carry for his death!” She’s yelling now, fury seeming to crackle around her frame. “I want to kill you!”
His own chest surges at her accusation, as if he doesn’t feel the burden of his actions weigh on him every goddamn day, as if he doesn’t regret the outcome with every breath he takes, and every fiber of his body vibrates with anger. How dare she accuse him like he knew what would happen, like he did it on purpose.
It’s this thought that echoes in his head as he responds, “Do it then. Kill me.”
She glares at him, but doesn’t move yet.
“You want revenge on me Mairi? You think you can get it with all the training you’ve been missing? Because don’t think I don’t notice you sulking your way through practices, your absence in the sparring gym. Forget revenge, Mairi,” he spits the words at her, “You keep this up and you’re gonna get yourself killed.”
She launches at him, hands flying for his face, and it takes him less than five seconds to throw her to the ground, landing on top of her to pin her so she won’t attack him again. Her breath stutters and her chest moves erratically, and he can see tears prick at her eyes even as she glares at him.
“Get your shit together.” He’s never had an outburst like this, never been anything but patient with the cadets, but that’s not what has his attention. No, it’s the way she trembles as he shifts to press her more firmly into the ground that instantly has every ounce of his focus.
A pulse of heat spreads through his body as he becomes distinctly aware of every place they touch. And then her breathing hitches, catches in her throat as he settles, his hips notched comfortably between her thighs.
A bubbling feeling in his chest rises with his anger, twined together until they are one and the same, and all he feels is a consuming heat.
His anger still pounds in his head, and in the back of his mind, he knows he’s being cruel, but she makes him so irrational, and so he can’t bring himself to stop as he presses against her harder.
She opens her mouth, almost as if to say something, but then she turns her head, refusing to meet his eyes even as he feels her struggle to not arch into him.
His voice sounds more cruel than he’s ever heard as he looks down at her. “You want this”. Dain laughs, “You want this, don’t you Mairi? And you fucking hate it.”
“Shut the fuck up” she spits, still facing away from him.
“Eyes on me, Mairi”
He feels her body tense as her head snaps to him, anger, and fear, and something deeper, more carnal, fills her eyes.
And as soon as those goddamn eyes meet his, everything he’s been denying himself rushes through him, and he’s struck with his need for her.
She’s flushed, lips slightly parted, and body still trembling underneath him.
“Oh Mairi,” he croons at her, “It’s pathetic that this is all it takes to get you all worked up.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I hate you!” she spits at him, voice filled with spite.
He’s about to cross a line, but some part of him feels like that line was crossed the second he felt her pressed against him, so he still can’t bring himself to stop as he responds.
“Tell me I wouldn’t find you ready for me,” he challenges, “Tell me you’re not flushed and trembling because I’m on top of you. Tell me under your leathers I wouldn’t find you soaking wet for me.”
It’s bold, and he knows it, but from the way she squirms at his words, he knows he’s fucking right.
“I-”
She falls quiet again, and it’s the first time he’s ever seen her stunned into silence.
His hand releases her wrists, and cups the side of her head, twining through her soft golden curls, and to his surprise, a sob catches in her throat.
He’s on his feet in an instant, driven by something he can’t place, dragging her up with him. “My room, Mairi.”
“I hate you.” She whispers, but she shocks him by following without protest as he grips her arm, pulling her after him as his long strides eat up the distance to his room.
The second the door locks, magically warded, she tears herself from his grip, pressing herself into the door, backing away from him.
“I hate you.”
“Yeah you’ve been saying that.” Frustration still fills his tone, and a mocking edge creeps its way into his voice. Its harsher than he should be with her and he knows it.
She’s shaking slightly as she tries to press further from him, but he stalks nearer, tipping her chin up with his finger as he reaches her.
“Still gonna kill me Mairi?”
She opens her mouth, undoubtedly to snap out a harsh comment, but shock fills her eyes instead as he slips his thumb into her mouth, his other fingers locking under her jaw to hold her head in place.
She inhales sharply, then he can see her slump slightly at the feeling of him above her, his hand splaying over her hip, his thumb in her mouth.
And when he squeezes her hip with his large hand, she fucking whines around his finger, and the sound goes straight to his cock.
“Gods you’re worked up, aren’t you, Mairi?” He taunts, and the hand that’s splayed across her hip presses closer to the button of her flight pants, his fingers deftly undoing the closure, and he doesn’t even bother to pull her leathers to her thighs before he cups his hand over her and she keens, losing all control as she arches into his touch.
“Don’t-” she gasps out, the words jumbled around his thumb, but he stretches his fingers lower, and every thought but her empties out of his mind.
She’s absolutely. fucking. soaked.
He brings his thumb to her clit, pressing and circling softly, and he bucks her hips into his hand, making a choked gasping noise.
He releases her jaw, twisting his hand into her hair instead, and she bites her lip, forcing back a whine. “I hate you” she says, but her words have lost some of their resolve, desperation creeping into her tone.
He drops his head to her neck, thumb still tracing over her clit as he whispers in her ear. “Tell me how much you hate me.”
“I hate you so much…”, she whispers, and her words choke off as he sucks a hickey onto her neck.
“Mhm…”, he croons, lips trailing up, and she tilts her jaw, turning away from him, but he just uses the opportunity to suck a hickey right under her jaw, where he knows she won’t be able to hide it.
His actions seem to jolt her back into reality because she throws her hands out, pushing against his shoulders as he just presses closer into her. “No, no, I can’t…”
“Tell me you don’t want it.”
She keens again, and he can see the hatred burning in her eyes as she arches into his touch.
“I want kill you” she whispers, and he circles his middle finger around her entrance, watching the way she squirms. She’s still pushing at his shoulders, but her hips arch, trying to press down into his hand.
Oh gods, this is so wrong. He’s her wingleader, three years older, and not to mention, she fucking hates him, and he can’t stand her. But then he can feel how fucking wet she is, and the way she gasps when he presses his finger just the slightest bit into her steals his breath, and suddenly he can’t bring himself to care.
He waits, but she doesn’t pull away, she’s entirely still, the only movement her erratic breaths. He nearly groans when he pushes a finger inside of her. Gods if she’s this fucking wet and tight and perfect around his finger, he can only imagine how she’ll feel around his cock.
She whines, hips stuttering against his hand, and he resumes the pressure and circles he was tracing on her clit as he pulls his finger out, and presses it back into her.
“Oh gods” she chokes out, and he tugs on her hair, drawing her gaze up to meet his. He wants to see her, wants to see all the fire in her eyes as he fucks her out on his fingers.
“I hate you, I hate you” she bites out, gritting her teeth.
This time, when he pulls his finger out, he thrusts two fingers inside her, and she thrashes, struggling around the stretch of his large fingers.
He can see the bite of pain in her eyes, and then it’s washed away by pleasure as he continues his circles over her clit.
“Yeah you hate me, but here you are, stretched out on my fingers” he mocks.
Her spite and fire is all back as she responds, and he’d almost believe her if he couldn’t feel the way she’s started to tense and flutter around his fingers.
“You’re horrible,” she spits at him, “I hate you, I’ll always hate you”
“Shut the fuck up Mairi” he grits out, grabbing her jaw again, and pulling his hand from her leathers to press the fingers that were just inside her onto her tongue.
“You taste that? That’s all for me, isn’t it, and you’re fucking soaked Mairi.” He presses his fingers against her tongue, spite rising in him. “Behave and clean off my fingers.”
He holds his fingers there, pressing them deeper until she chokes, finally wrapping her lips around his fingers and sucking them clean.
“You’re horrible,” she gasps out as he pulls his fingers from her mouth.
“And you’re an insufferable little brat.” He’s done with her shit, and every ounce of frustration he’s felt at her in the past months courses through his body.
“You’re standing there all flushed and trembling and fucking soaked, and you still want to lie to yourself, tell yourself you don’t want this.”
“Fuck you!”
That’s all it takes before he’s dragging her to his bed, slamming her down at the edge and easily pinning her thighs beneath his hands and pulling off her leathers before stepping between her thighs to press against her.
She jerks up into a sitting position, scrabbling at his hands, but he pushes her down easily. “I’m done with your shit Mairi.”
His hands cup her waist and then trail down to her hips, then her creamy thighs. Her legs are bare beneath him, and he’s suddenly struck by the urge to see more of her skin.
“Off.” He grabs at her flight jacket, pushing it off her arms, and finding her in only a simple shirt below.
The sight of her lights him on fire, laying in just her underwear and a long sleeve under-shirt, her golden hair unbound and falling over her shoulders, her eyes filled with hatred as she looks up at him.
He presses his hips, still clad in his flight leathers, against hers, and her pupils blow wide. He can feel how close she still is by the way she trembles at the contact.
“You gonna tell me again how you hate me?” He whispers, and her eyes flutter closed, nodding.
“I hate you.”
“That’s it” he coos at her, and he grips her thigh with one hand as he undoes his own pants with the other, pulling himself free. Her breaths stutter, but she only whispers out “I hate you”, again as he pulls her panties to the side.
She’s gasping as he rubs the head of his cock up and down her folds, and he groans at the feel of her, soft and wet and perfect.
His hand snakes up her shirt, and she whines as it finds her breast, swearing under her breath as he tugs on her nipple. The smirk he gives her is one of pure male arrogance, so she shoves him back, her attitude rearing its head.
“I didn’t say you could touch me,” she snaps defiantly.
He laughs at her words, pushing her legs wider and grinning as her eyes flare with need at the movement.
Her skin burns where his hands connect with her thighs, her hips, but her temper flares again, spurred by god knows what, and then she’s pushing away, further onto the bed, further from him, his touch, the delicious slide of the head of his cock against her core, and she swears her body aches at the loss.
“I hate you.” She spits, struggling as his hands clamp down on her thighs, pulling her down effortlessly, and she’s struck by just how much power he has over her, just how easily he’s able to control her.
“Fuck you.” It’s a desperate cry to get him to fight with her, because she can’t do this, it’s all so much easier if she hates him, fights with him, rather than whatever this is.
“Tell me how you hate me.” His voice is low and gravely and it sends a shock straight to her core.
She hates him, she hates him, she hates him.
“I hate you.”
She starts to continue, but is cut off by a gasp as she feels him line himself up with her entrance, and then he’s pushing into her, and it’s burning.
He groans, feeling her flutter around him, and he swears the choked little noise she lets out is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. She’s struggling, and he’s barely even halfway inside her when he has to force her thighs apart as she starts to clamp them shut, struggling to adjust to the stretch, the heavy weight of him inside of her.
She’s panting, eyes screwed shut as he pushes in another inch, but he won’t have that. “Eyes on me.”
She lets out another choked little noise, eyes remaining firmly shut. “Eyes on me Mairi. I want to see how you take my cock.”
To his surprise, she opens her eyes at his words, and as he pushes another inch inside of her, he can see her struggling to keep her eyes open, her breaths coming in quick little pants while her eyes flutter and roll back.
“I hate you” she whispers again as her thighs tremble in his grip.
“I know,” he coos, pressing another inch into her, her hands scrabble at the sheets before coming to find his chest, half-heartedly trying to push him away.
He bats away her hands, pushing her thighs even further open for him as she squirms, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, and he finally, finally, pushes all the way inside of her.
Dain groans at the feeling of being fully inside of her, hands stroking over her hips. “That’s it, you take my cock so well.”
She’s on fire, seconds away from bursting into flame at the feel of him, skin flushed and thighs trembling. She’s never felt this fucking full. He’s stretching her, and she’s struggling, aching, trembling around him, and she’s so fucking wet she wouldn’t be surprised if it’s dripping down his cock. It’s too much, and for a second she almost forgets how much she hates him while she revels in the feeling of fullness.
She lets out a small sob as he pulls out, and then thrusts fully inside of her, aching and hot and perfect.
He stretches her, and she keens as he presses his thumb to her throbbing clit, and she’s suddenly hyper aware that she’s devastatingly close to cumming, so worked up she feels like a live wire.
“I hate you, I hate you.”
She repeats it like a mantra as he thrusts into her again, harder this time, “Fuck you!”, she gasps out, and Dain just grins cruelly down at her, bringing his hand up to grip her jaw just like he did when he had her pressed against the door, but this time forcing two fingers into her mouth, garbling her words and her moans as he presses down on her tongue.
“Look at you,” he coos at her, using his own leg to force her thighs open wider for him.
She doesn’t have it in her to snap something back at him as his other hand circles her clit, and all the tension in her stomach winds tight, low, hot. She’s almost vibrating in pleasure, mindless as he expertly builds her up to her climax.
“Suck” he orders, and her eyes snap to his, widening.
His finger circles her clit again, tight and searing and perfect, and he thrusts into her, hard, never breaking her gaze.
“You heard me.” Her thighs tremble, her chest stuttering as the tension inside her grows, prompted by his words.
“You want to cum on my cock Sloane? Suck on my fingers.”
She isn’t sure if it’s his filthy words, the searing fit of his cock inside of her, the press of his fingers on her tongue, or the pure need in the way he says her name, but she closes her lips around his fingers, sucking, and her head fills with pure bliss.
She’s shaking now, so fucking close that she can’t take it, can’t move, can’t do anything but let him work her to her pleasure and listen to the filthy things he’s telling her.
“That’s it Sloane, look at how you take my cock, so fucking wet, and tight, and perfect for me. You look so perfect like this, head all empty, sucking on my fingers like a good little girl.”
She’s only halfway aware of the way she’s whining, and the whimpering gasps that tear from her throat every time he thrusts into her only sound more filthy as they’re muffled by his fingers.
Her whole body locks up, and she can tell he knows, he knows she’s right there, because he leans down, finger still drawing circles on her clit as he thrusts into her and presses his fingers onto her tongue, and he whispers in her ear. “You hate me, right?”
She can’t even respond, a sob tearing from her throat from her desperation. “Cum on my cock Sloane.”
She shatters, the world splintering around her, and it’s only intensified as she sucks on his fingers, thrashing in his hold while he pins her down, fucking her through her climax.
She’s babbling something incoherent around his fingers, and she’s now starkly aware that at some point she reached up for him, clinging to the bicep of his arm, trying to pull him closer. His thrusts don’t even slow, not giving her a moment to recover.
Fire ignites again in her veins as she realizes he’s nowhere close to finished, and her hands scrabble at his arm, nails digging in as she can’t decide if she wants to push him away or pull him closer.
He pulls his fingers from her mouth, a trail of saliva clinging to them for a moment before he’s grasping her hips with both of his hands, forcing her body to meet every thrust he makes.
“I hate you!” she bites out, barely coherent enough to speak.
“If you’re going to be a fucking brat, I’ll have to shut you up again,” he snaps, but as he starts to force his fingers back into her mouth, she bites down on him, and he pulls his hand back at the same moment she watches his eyes fill with pure rage.
Without warning, he throws one of her legs over his shoulder, baring her to him completely, and as he thrusts into her, the new angle letting him take her even deeper. He’s furious now, and she realizes with horror that he’s been holding back on her. Every thrust he’s made, every stroke of his cock that has brought her to the fucking edge of her sanity has been him holding back on her, and she only realizes it now, as he thrusts into her with everything he has.
“You’re gonna take my cock just like this” he says, his tone harsh and purely masculine. “You’re gonna take whatever I give you, isn’t that right?”
She’s gasping, eyes rolling back, and her head falls to the side before he grips her jaw, forcing her to look at him.
“You’re gonna keep your eyes on me Mairi. That’s an order.”
“I hate you,” she moans out, and it only seems to spur him more.
“Don’t I know it.” He’s thrusting so hard into her she can hardly think, his grasp on her hips still pulling her down to meet his every thrust. “Tell me it Sloane. Tell me how much you hate me, tell me it while I fill you up with my cock.”
She can’t bring herself to argue, babbling as heat and tension somehow coils again in her core. “I hate you, I hate you, I want to fucking kill you.”
“That’s it, you’re such a mess around my cock, aren’t you Sloane?”
She has to choke out her words, feeling like her body is aflame as she stares into his eyes. “I want to fucking kill you”
He has the audacity to groan at her words, and before she can think on it any further, his next thrust is so hard it sends her mind scattering.
“Gods, look at you, all mindless and cock-drunk” Dain groans out, and she fails to choke back a whimper. It feels like he’s splitting her in half.
Oh gods oh gods oh gods.
He thrusts harder, faster, each thrust dragging more moans from her lips. She’s absolutely fucked.
He’s never seen anything that lights every nerve in his body on fire the way she does, and Dain can’t bring himself to find one reason this is wrong as Sloane keens, moans tearing from her throat as he fills her with his cock, her whole body trembling, thighs shaking uncontrollably. She’s whispering something that sounds like, “I hate you” in between her moans, and if only makes him fuck her harder.
He loses all rational thought as she tenses up, so fucking close to another climax. He feels her tighten impossibly more around him, and he can hardly pull out of her enough to thrust back in. There’s only one thought that comes to his mind as he watches her struggle to keep her eyes on him, not a single thought in her head as she takes his cock.
Mine.
She’s going to explode, every inch of her skin burns, and she can feel her core fluttering, her whines turning to loud, ragged moans.
He leans down to suck another hickey onto her neck and Sloane loses all coherent thought, every place they’re connected filling her with a searing heat.
She can’t bring a single thought to her head, but somehow, she manages to gasp out, “I’m going to fucking kill you”, before she shatters around him with such an intensity that it feels like her very soul is being reforged.
She’s faintly aware that she might be screaming, or sobbing, but she can’t bring herself to care as stars flash before her eyes, her body shaking as her eyes roll back, hips bucking wildly as her whole body thrashes against him. She’s babbling something, but she can’t tell what, lost in her own pleasure.
It’s the sound of his name on her lips that throws him over the edge. He thrusts into her, desperate, hard, fucking her relentlessly through her climax as she clamps down on his cock, cumming so hard every part of her body shakes uncontrollably. But it’s the way she’s babbling his name like it’s the only thing she knows that steals every bit of reason from his mind.
Distantly, he knows he should pull out, but he can’t bring himself to, especially as that single thought rears in his head again. “Mine.”
She is his, his to fuck, and mark, and claim, and it’s this thought that fills his mind as he groans, shuddering as he fills her with his cum.
He comes to his senses before she does, and she’s still trembling uncontrollably, eyes unfocused and fluttering closed as he pulls out of her.
He can’t stop himself from scooping up the cum that leaks out of her and fucking it back into her with his fingers, and the sob that tears from her throat is so fucking sweet.
When he’s satisfied, he gently pulls her panties back into their place, tucking himself into his leathers before scooping her up and pulling her to his chest as he settles himself back against the bed frame.
It doesn’t matter that she’s the biggest fucking brat, or that she hates him, that she’s threatened to kill him, he won’t leave her like this. His gaze doesn’t leave her eyes as he watches her come down from her high, her ragged gasps slowing and the shaking in her legs turning to a soft tremble.
She hates him. He’s halfway through forming the thought when she sobs, a true, achingly ragged sob that cracks the last bit of his sanity he’s been desperately clinging to.
So he just holds her as she sobs, holds her as she tucks her face into his shoulder, curling into his warmth.
He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, his hand cupping the back of her head until the ragged sobs stop tearing their way from her chest, and she settles against him.
Every part of him is aflame as he looks down at her, her tear-stained face meeting his, blue eyes wide and glassy.
“I still hate you y’know,” she whispers.
He hums as he pulls her back to his chest again. “I know.”