Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
priest
year four
I ’m no stranger to making hard decisions, and I’ve made many. All of them involve the passed out pet at my feet.
“Priest.” Vaden’s voice drifts from behind me. “Get her up. There’s another way around this.”
“You’re clouded by your emotions, Vade. The sooner that curse kicks in, the better.” I lean down, lifting the tear in her dress near her belly. An angry gash glows against the full moon.
I drop the fabric and roll my eyes.
“I get that you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do, but three years. Three years she didn’t run, she didn’t complain, she didn’t so much as cry for her mommy and daddies. That’s gotta account for something.”
“It does. It accounts to her being alive and not thrown off Halen’s point like the rest of them.” No one said Luna was weak, because she was anything but.
“That’s not why she’s alive and you know it…” Vaden mouths back, and my shoulders tense. Gravel crunches beneath my boot when I slowly face my best friend.
“Priest?” Luna coughs from below, and we both turn back to her.
Vaden backs up. “I’ll go get the car.” Probably wise, considering I came close to breaking his legs.
“I told you not to get caught. You suck at this game.” I can’t keep the annoyance out of my tone.
“Please.”
My fingers curl around her neck to help her back up. “Please what, Madness? What are you begging for?”
She winces, pushing herself to a sitting position. Her eyes find mine, a stir of metal and lilac. “Don’t kill me.”
There’s always been one path I never tried, not only because I didn’t want to but because I wasn’t sure what would happen if I did.
I catch her chin with my hand, burying my face into the crook of her neck. She's a florist full of flowers that bloom at midnight. A sweet reminder of everything I hate.
“Kiss me.”
I freeze, her words catching me off guard. She waits until her dying breath to finally flirt back. I'd laugh if it wasn't so... melancholic.
“Rabbit…” She’s not used that name since the first time she did all those years ago, and I pull back, resting my head against hers. “Kiss. Me.”
She fumbles with my belt. I have two options here. I could kill her once and for all and risk everything, or I could fuck her and risk doing the latter anyway.
I lift my hips a little, searching her eyes. “Or what, Madness?” I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by her.
She doesn't back down. “Or nothing, because you’re going to fuck me.”
I bury my hand in the back of her hair and force her lips onto mine. I don’t know what I expected by kissing her, but it wasn’t this. Her tongue toyed with mine with gentle strokes, as if teasing what I could have had all along.
I lift her off the ground and place her on my lap, my hand running up her smooth skin and landing on the holster strapped around her thigh. “Too bad I never got to train you with these.”
She circles her hips over me, catching my lower lip with her teeth. “Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll learn.”
Before I can tell her she's gonna die, her tongue is back working magic in my mouth as she uses her thrusts to force my pants down over my waist.
I tear at her dress, leaning against my elbow as she shimmies the gown down over her tits.
“Why now?” My eyes narrow on hers. Fuck, her body is a work of art. In all the time I’ve known her, I pictured her naked more than once, but never did I even come close to how perfect she looks.
So fucking perfect.
Blood spills from the gash at her side, and I reach forward and catch it before lifting it to my lips and licking it off.
“Am I not dying enough for you to fuck me, Rabbit?” She bats her lashes, and my blood turns hot. A side I’ve not seen from her threatens to come near, and I sit up, tearing the dress down further.
She falls forward, her tongue gliding over my chin. “Fuck me. I won’t ask you again.” Her body turns limp as she falls to the side, but I catch her in time.
She looks up at me as I make my way between her thighs. “You hurt me.”
“I did.” I brush her hair away from her face. She’s beautiful. Nothing like the girls I keep. No one will come close enough to even compare, but it doesn’t matter because soon, she’ll die.
I leave teeth marks down her chest, lapping each dent as I go. Sucking the swell of her nipple into my mouth, I realize right here that I'd fucked up. I should have been doing this all along.
My cock grows hard as she arches into me with a cough. I groan, forcing the rest of the dress off. I'm probably looking down at her body as if it's the first one I've ever seen. In a way, it is, since for some fucked-up reason, this is different.
It feels. Different.
Rage hums through my veins but not enough to take over, and when the glow of her blood spills over her stomach, I cover her with my body with my own, grasping her cheek and forcing her lips onto mine.
“You’re gonna regret this, but it’s too late to back out now,” I mumble into her mouth.
She answers with soft whimpers. “No, I won’t.”
I slide inside her with one thrust. “ Fuck .”
She catches my curse with her mouth, her hips meeting mine with a slight roll. Her muscles tense around me, so fucking tight I already know what this is about.
“A virgin,” I growl over her lips.
“Told you I didn’t fuck Vaden,” she whispers, my hips grinding into her. I’ve never fucked a girl who lived to talk about it. Not that I want her to die, because I don’t. Her time isn’t done. I haven’t got what I need but for right now…
Her throat throbs against my hand as her body shifts up the wall with every thrust. “Shut the fuck up.”
With soft whimpers leaving her lips, her fingers leave her scent everywhere they touch. Tremors skim my spine as sweat glides from my head and onto hers.
“Are you gonna kill me?”
“You already know how this ends…” I withdraw from her and trace the lines of her body, cleaning the blood off her belly before lifting her leg onto my shoulder.
“What—”
I hook my thumb into her holster and force her leg wide, lowering my mouth to her pussy. Her taste lingers on my tongue, and I growl against her clit, my finger dipping inside. She buries the heel of her foot into my shoulder as her breathing becomes rapid, heavy, and desperate.
The first shudders roll through her body, triggering my own. Releasing her, she grabs me by the back of my neck, forcing me up her body.
I should stop.
I always fucking stop.
Her wet cunt tightens around my cock when she directs herself back over me. Searing heat prickles the back of my eyes.
“Fuck,” I growl, squeezing her hips and lifting her leg to rest against me. It’s unrelenting. Every second that passes, I fall deeper into her.
My lips crash against hers, and she catches them with her teeth. The moan she releases sends me into a spiral as sweat trickles off my face.
I need to regain control. She can’t—her hand lands on the back of my neck, holding me in place. “If you don’t finish with me, I’ll think I was just another pretty girl on your wall of death, Rabbit.” She brushes her nose against the tip of mine. “So now it’s your turn to fall.”
Her breath catches as her walls spasm around me, and I lose it, the violence of my orgasm rippling through my body. Her moaning fades to whimpers as I ride her back down. Seconds pass with nothing but heavy breathing between us. I fucked up. What the fuck was I thinking?
I push off the ground, standing to my full height. I shouldn’t have let it get that far—I’ve never let it get that far.
She crawls up onto her elbows, her hair a nest of leaves and twigs and her cheeks an embarrassed shade of pink. “What are you doing?”
Leaning down, I scoop up her dress and throw it at her. “Get up.”
Using the dress as a blanket, she stumbles to her feet before falling over in a fit of coughs.
“Fuck.” I bend down, zipping her dress up at the back before forcing her around until her eyes are on mine. “What, Madness?”
She blinks back at me. “I should have never followed the white rabbit.”