Feral Darlings

Chapter Nineteen

I empty the clip of my Colt Peacemaker into her, knowing damn well that it won ’ t kill her, but I ’ ll be damned if it won ’ t give Sara Belle something to think about.

She lets out a hellacious hiss as she bucks backward exactly where I want her to—against the shuttered window.

I quickly undo my belt and lash it around her throat, wrapping the rest around my fist and turning her around to face the window. Her hands press against either side of the window as she attempts to catch her breath, but I don ’ t give her leeway.

Instead, I toss the pistol to the side, pull her slacks down, and expose her pale, bare ass. I reach for the shutter and begin to open it as I slide part of the leather belt into it. I let it unravel from my fist as it gets tangled, jerking Sara Belle ’ s head up, forcing her to watch her kinfolk being slaughtered.

I yank at my trousers and underwear, pushing them down to my thighs, then tug on my dick a few times.

Once I ’ m ready, I use a knee to move her legs apart and slam my cock into her cold, wet hole.

Sara Belle lets out a howl, not as strongly as the Moon Drunk creatures that are currently tearing Silas and his outlaws apart, but one of pure pain.

Good, I think as I dig my fingernails into her hips and thrust myself farther into her.

I ’ ve never felt pure hatred for anyone—Hell, I haven ’ t felt much of anything at all since Elyse was taken from me, but with each drive of my hips, I want her to know it.

I reach forward and fist her hair, forcing her head to an odd angle, making her watch the festivities outside as I continue to fuck her.

I would imagine that her cold cunt is what fucking a corpse would feel like, but now, I feel like we ’ re the same. I died when Elyse did, and she gets to feel every angry, heated inch of my dead soul.

“ How ’ s it feel to watch everyone you love die?” I breathe into her ear as I keep plowing her.

Through a guttural laugh, suddenly, Sara Belle begins to push back against me, the walls of her cunt tightening around my cock. She shouldn ’ t be fucking enjoying this , I think, enraged as pull out, then slam back into her.

“ Harder,” she grunts as she continues to bounce back against me.

I reach up for the strap with both hands, letting go of her hips and yank on the belt as hard as I can. Sara Belle is lifted off my cock, her legs kicking for the ground she can no longer reach as her hands claw at her neck.

This won ’ t kill her, but it ’ ll hurt like Hell, and that ’ s all I can ask for.

She needs to feel the pain that wracks my body every night that I ’ ve spent without Elyse in my arms.

Just outside the window, I hear the unified howls of victory, and I smirk.

“ Didn ’ t think they had it in them, did you?” I mock her as I pull harder on the strap.

Sara Belle attempts to kick back toward me, and I almost lose my damn footing since my trousers and underwear are still hugging my thighs.

I let go of the strap with one hand and reach down to dress myself when I see the mess of blood on my cock. Savages, I think in disgust as I pull my underwear up. Pastor Hawkins warned me that they hemorrhaged when they were fucked.

She gives another kick of her legs, causing me to reach up with both hands around the strap and pull it tighter still.

A sudden, unified howl splits the air like the horn of a locomotive pulling into town, and I glance outside as I give the strap more yank, pulling it as high as it will go.

I smile a grim smile as I see the smallest of the mad coyotes raise an arm high in the sky, Silas’ head a trophy amongst them.

Clemmy killed him. I couldn’t be more proud.

Sara Belle gives another desperate kick, and I turn my attention back to the task at hand.

Her normally pale skin is starting to turn blue, and I can ’ t help but chuckle about it.

She ’ s dying another human death, and while I’ll never be the end of her, I ’ m more than happy to keep punishing her until I die, and maybe then, let the coyotes gnaw on her until she’s nothing more than bones.