24. Wolf
It’s easy enough.
Slipping into the shadows, a copse of trees on either side of the house, like separators for property lines. The houses down this street are huge. The mini mansions of Oakwood line the quiet road like chunks of old money. People feel safe here, it’s quiet, undisturbed, nobody overlooks anyone else’s gardens, all of the building secluded in their own ways.
That’s why it’s fairly easy.
On his third circle of the house, my hand slaps over his mouth, his second cigarette falling to the dewy grass as I drag him kicking and flailing back into the overgrown bushes.
I don’t waste any time with interrogation. Instead, I kick the man’s legs out from under him, slam him into the hard packed earth and drive a knife into his chest. My hand remains over his mouth until his final breath rushes over the back of my hand, and his eyes roll back, the glare of the moon turning the whites of his eyes an eerie blue.
‘Bring me his head.’
My cock is so fucking solid in my slacks right now, I don’t know how the fuck I manged to climb my way out of the car. I wanted to lick her from head to toe, bite every inch of her skin, and then fuck her until neither one of us could walk.
But this first.
Like a courting gift, I must bring my queen a head. If I had time, I’d find a box, a big, over the top, velvet thing with bows and glitter, to present it in. As it stands, I don’t have that luxury.
Sawing through a neck, especially when it’s as thick as this one, takes monumental effort. It’s not like slicing through a piece of meat, there are tendons and bone, sinew, tissue, veins, arteries. That’s not easy dicing shit. Especially when I don’t know how much time I have before someone comes out looking.
Sweat runs down my temples, my neck, coating my chest and sticking my shirt to my back, but I saw and saw, and I think of Thorne. Watching him do this in the back of a car. I thought he was crazy, like, sectional. Beheading a threat to his girl and then sticking it on a spike in front of a safe house owned by one of the most important families in the Irish mafia.
But, I get it now.
When I finally, finally hack through the final bones with tools I always keep in the car. The spinal column severed, nerves and tissues hanging free, I card my fingers through the light hair and heft it up under my arm.
My back is fucking killing me, my knees aching from being in a crouch so long, the hard packed earth beneath my boots having done my joints no favours, I casually make my way back to the car. I’m not taking the body with me to discard it. I’m not actually bothered if the man who owns this house, Nolan Nicholas Beaumont, finds one of his men missing, and a headless corpse in his shrubs.
I’m making a statement.
And he won’t know what the fuck sort of monster is coming for him. Only that one is. And he can’t prepare for the unknown, not one like me.
She’s watching me, my blood thirsty little ghoul. I can feel her glacier-blue eyes burning my skin with every step that I take across the perfectly tarmacked road. It sets a fire in my belly, heat burning bright in my chest, like the sun’s rays scorching me from the inside out.
Rounding the front of the car, I open the passenger door, crouching low in the space, the open door my shield, I offer her up the head. I hold it up high, gripping the hair tight between my fingers.
“Little Moon,” I purr, the sound a horrifying mix of lust, love, and poison.
Luna’s blue eyes are white in the dark, wide and burning on mine. Tentatively, she reaches out, and I think she’s going for the head, but then her hand brushes past it. Blood catching on the back of her hand as she does, and then her fingers are touching me. Pinching my chin in violent fingers, she leans in. And then in a total contrast to the way she squeezes my jaw, she kisses the corner of my mouth. This light, feathery, airy, little kiss that sets my insides into full blaze, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I’m sure she can hear it.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, her breath ghosting over my mouth, dizzying me with the scent of sweet peas and clean cotton and a little hit of me, dark teakwood and lilies. “Thank you, Wolf.”
We’re back on the road in less than a minute, my bloodied hands tight on the leather of the wheel, a severed head rolling around in the floor well between my girl’s feet. And all I can think about is the way her thighs squeezed around my waist as my cock plunged into her. The way she tasted on my tongue, her wetness, blood, mixed with the scent of me.
My cock thickens even further and I’m certain it’s going to burst through my zipper, and the button is going to shatter the windscreen as it pops free. What I’m not expecting is Luna to reach across the gear stick between us and cup the angry bulge in my slacks.
“Wolf,” she says, that perfect, breathy, cracked, little whisper. “I want you now.”
The tyres skid to a stop on the side of the road, gravel kicking up and attacking the paint like tiny bullets. Luna’s already moving before the car’s even out of gear, her fingers ejecting the clip of her seatbelt and mine, and then she’s crawling into my lap. Fingers tearing at my blood drenched shirt, her nails scoring my skin, making me hiss as fire streaks down my flesh.
“Wolf,” she whimpers, clawing at the zipper of my slacks.
I tear the skirt of her little, black, summer dress up around her hips, stuffing the bunched, cotton fabric between her teeth, and thrust up into the hot, wet, heat of her dripping, little cunt. Silken walls strangle me, her wetness leaking out between us and coating my balls.
“Fuck, Luna,” I breathe, biting into her neck, squeezing her ribs in the clasp of my hands. “Fuck, Little Moon, you feel incredible.” I thrust up into her at the same time I drag her down hard onto my lap, then I’m guiding her back and forth, harder and faster. “That’s it, baby, so fucking wet for me.”
She whimpers around the fabric in her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin as she clenches her teeth around the black cotton. I lap my tongue in a hot, thick stripe up the front of her throat, before driving my teeth into her pulse point. She arches back as far as she can, thrusting her covered tits into my face. I bite her harder, feeling the hard points of her nipples through her dress rubbing against my chest. My tongue traces around the inside of my teeth, licking and sucking and tasting blood. Then I tear my teeth from her marked flesh, suck down to her bare shoulder, the skin tight and pink from the sun. I tear the front of her dress down with my teeth, baring her tits to me, no bra, no knickers.
“Fuck, Luna.”
Using my punishing hold on her waist, I yank her back and forth across my lap, her walls sucking me deeper by the second. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes half-lidded, teeth gritted in a snarl around the fabric of her dress, holding it inside her mouth because I fucking put it there.
I suck on her nipples, flicking my tongue across them as I slide her back and forth over my lap, my dick weeping, spilling pre-cum into her. I don’t think about it, fucking her raw, but only I have ever been inside her and it makes me feral.
I fist the fabric, yanking it from her teeth which give a clack, and I swallow the cry she yowls out, her teeth snapping tight on my tongue as I kiss her like I’m infecting her with me. Poisoning her with darkness and feeding it, letting it grow, tether our souls together. Tangle them so irrefutably that no one will ever be able to tell one of us apart without the other.
“Wolf,” she pants into my mouth, moving with me as I grind bruises into her thighs, leave fingerprint markings along the dips of her ribs.
I nip her lips, suck on her tongue, drop one of my hands down between us, and pinch her clit like I’m trying to imprint my fingerprints into the swollen flesh for the rest of our lives.
“Wolf!” Luna jumps in my hold, her pussy clamping down around me as I thrust up, our pelvises knocking together, and rub brutal little circles over her.
“That’s it, come for me, baby girl, show me how good you feel,” I growl against her lips, sinking my teeth into her lip as she groans.
Her entire body locking up, her fingernails drawing blood from my shoulders, she comes around my cock and I can’t bear not to watch her. I draw back, her head dropping back on her shoulders, eyes screwed tight, lips parted, she cries out, long and deep.
“Look at me, Little Moon.”
A command of the highest order.
Her ice-blue eyes snap open, wide and surprised on mine as I keep pressure on her clit, and thrust up into her harder as she tenses, her muscles pushing against me, trying to force me out, and I’m coming too.
Ropes of cum shoot into her, painting the entrance of her cervix with my release, and it just doesn’t stop, filling her and filling her. With frantic little twitches of her hips, she grinds down onto my lap and sinks her teeth into the side of my neck as I keep filling her up.
“Luna,” I breathe out in a harsh rush of air.
Slowly, detaching the blunt points of her teeth from my neck, my pulse pounding so hard I can feel it in my toes, she uncurls her fingers from my shoulders, and stares at me.
I lick my lips, tasting her skin, my eyes on her as I loosen my hold on her waist, move my hand up from between us to cradle her cheek.
“Luna, baby, I love you.”
There’s this adorable little divot between her furrowed black brows as she looks at me, her hands coming to either side of my neck, resting there as she strokes the bitemark she put in my throat.
“It’s okay if you don’t feel it,” I tell her, meaning it. Sweeping a stray lock of her hair off of her brow, I glide my thumb across her bottom lip, “I love you, and I’ll take care of you for as long as you want me to.”
Even if it kills me.
She jerks her chin up at that, her eyes the most expressive I’ve ever seen them, “It’s not that,” she says quietly, stroking my throat and sending goosebumps across my flesh. “It just doesn’t feel right for us.”
Us.
Her eyes flicker between mine, and she leans in to press a kiss against my mouth.
“We’re more than love, Wolf,” she says it as easily as breathing, her lips imprinting the words into my own. “What are the words you say to someone that you want to be buried with, same coffin, same headstone, same consecrated earth?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, our mouths still touching. “That how you feel about me, baby?”
“Yes.”
That’s it, that’s all she has to say. And I’m kissing her mouth and she’s grinding herself back down on my rapidly hardening cock, and fucking me into the leather seats with nothing but pants and moans and love between us.