5. Bleed For Me, Little Mouse
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BLEED FOR ME, LITTLE MOUSE
~MASKED REAPER~
I don’t remember reaching for her.
One second, she’s rising from her knees, smug and glowing with that wicked mouth slick from swallowing me whole. The next—I’ve got her pinned to the brick wall behind us like she’s my last fucking breath.
She gasps, legs spreading instinctively, her spine arching as I slam her up against the stone. My palm braces the back of her neck, the other pushing between her thighs to cup the heat already soaking through her leggings.
“Soaked,” I growl against the shell of her ear. “Little Omega dripping for the monster who should’ve killed her.”
She moans—sharp, breathy, a sound that rattles through my bones and anchors itself in my cock. That sound? It’s not meant for the world. It’s mine. Her scent rises like smoke from a fire I’ll never put out, slick-sweet and laced with heat and danger.
It drives me fucking feral.
She claws at my chest, not to push me away— never that —but to provoke. To challenge.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Viper.”
“Careful,” I murmur, pressing my hips against hers until she feels just how hard I am again. “You don’t want what I mean.”
“Yes,” she hisses, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “I fucking do.”
The heavens help us both because we’re insane.
Two peas in a pod…
I shove her leggings down in one motion, dragging the waistband past her thighs, over her ass, not bothering to remove them completely. I should when I’ve ruined them with my greediness, having ripped them to get access to her leaking faucet of slick. She’s bare beneath— of course she is .
The wicked little mouse was hunting tonight.
Ready for blood, not underwear.
I reach between us and run two fingers through her slit. She’s soaked. Slick gushes from her, painting my hand, her thighs. Hot, wet, ready. Her pussy clenches just from the contact, sucking at nothing, desperate to be filled.
“Fucking dripping,” I snarl, sliding the wetness up to her clit and circling it once, twice.
She whimpers.
A sound that echoes off the bricks and shoots straight to my cock.
“You really want them to hear you, little mouse?” I taunt, nudging her cheek with my masked jaw. “Want every Alpha within a mile to know who gets to fuck the venom right out of you?”
She moans again, louder this time, as if daring me.
I snap.
I grab her by the hair, wrap the length around my fist, and yank her head back. She gasps— delicious and open —and I shove my cock into her with no preamble.
Hard. Fast.
All the way to the hilt.
“Fuck—Viper!”
Her cry cuts through the night like a siren song.
I slam into her again, and again, until her back arches, her boots scrabbling uselessly for traction on the dirty wall. My hand leaves her hair, slaps over her mouth to muffle her helpless, needy little noises.
“Shh…” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “You moan like a fucking siren, Venom. Like sin wrapped in silk. But you know what drives me mad?”
Her muffled sound is a whimper.
I keep fucking her, relentless and deep, every thrust shoving her into the wall with a grunt.
“What makes me insane ,” I hiss, licking the sweat trailing down her throat, “is knowing other Alphas could hear that sound. Could dream about it. Could think for one second you’d let them taste what’s mine .”
She writhes in my grip, legs trembling, body bouncing on my cock with every savage thrust.
I feel her tighten around me— pulsing, clenching —so fucking close.
“You gonna come already?” I breathe, still holding her mouth. “You gonna cream on my cock like a good little Omega?”
She nods, frantic, her cries muffled against my glove.
Her cunt grips me like a fist, wet and fluttering and so fucking tight.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her cheek. “Come for me.”
She does.
She fucking shatters around me—legs trembling, nails clawing at the brick, her pussy squeezing the life out of me as slick pours down her thighs.
She’s gone—boneless, wrecked, panting against my palm.
I let her slump for a second, holding her up by the hips, admiring the way she twitches when I slowly pull out. Her thighs are coated in shine. Her cunt is dripping. She’s a masterpiece of debauchery.
But I’m not done.
Not even close.
She blinks up at me—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Wrecked and confused and still fucking radiant.
Then I drop to my knees.
“What are you—?” she starts, breathless.
She doesn’t get to finish.
Because I grab her thighs and lift.
She gasps— actually gasps —as I haul her legs up onto my shoulders, using the wall to brace her as I bury my face in her cunt.
“Viper!” she chokes, head falling back.
I groan, tongue dragging through the flood between her thighs, savoring every drop of her orgasm. Her taste is fucking addictive . Salty-sweet.
Slick and Omega heat and a hint of danger.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter between licks. “You taste like fucking corruption.”
Her hands clutch my shoulders, her thighs clenching around my head as I lap at her pussy like a man starved.
“You’re lucky you taste this good,” I growl into her slit, teeth grazing her inner thigh.
“Or what?” she breathes, dazed and cocky, even now.
I look up at her—eyes locking, the only visible part of me she’ll ever truly see. The only part that ever betrays what she does to me.
I don’t answer.
I bury my tongue inside her.
Her moan is a broken thing—high and helpless.
I thrust my tongue in slow, fucking her with it while I suck on her clit with calculated rhythm. Her body bows, thighs squeezing, heels digging into my back.
She’s already close again.
I feel it in the way she trembles, the way her hands scrabble at my mask.
I pause, pulling back.
“You gonna come again?” I murmur against her pussy, tongue still trailing lazy circles.
She whimpers.
“Then listen close, little mouse.” I nuzzle the sensitive swell of her clit and flick it once with the tip of my tongue. “You cover that mouth of yours when you come. I don’t want a single fucking soul hearing what it sounds like when I make you fall apart.”
She nods frantically, one hand slapping over her mouth as the other fists the leather of my coat.
I return to her with a vengeance—sucking her clit, tongue driving into her, savoring every ripple of her slick heat.
She comes undone.
Completely.
Her body arches. Her pussy pulses. Her slick erupts in a rush of liquid that soaks my mouth, my mask, my fucking soul. She squirts, shuddering, muffling her scream with trembling fingers as her entire body goes taut—then limp.
And I lap it up like the depraved Alpha I am.
When I finally lower her trembling form back to the ground, her legs barely hold her. She leans against the wall, panting, eyes glazed.
I press one last kiss to the inside of her thigh, licking the last of her slick.
Then I stand.
Towering over her.
Her eyes flutter open and lock with mine.
And I smile, despite the mask that barely hides my pulsing amusement.
Because she doesn’t know it yet—but this was just the beginning.
She’s my Venom.
And I haven’t even started the real torture yet.