Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
Onyx
Sweet oxygen floods my lungs, and I gasp, knowing Bane just fucking killed me again.
“You can’t do this every damn time!” I yell.
I’m doomed to come back to life over and over, and I’m not even completely sure why that pisses me off so much. I don’t want to die forever, I’m simply really angry about my afterlife at the moment.
Bane is a lot taller than I am, so I have to catch myself before I fall to the ground.
Oh, I am so fucking angry despite the orgasm, as I fix my clothes.
My perpetual murderer and orgasm giver simply smirks as he tucks his huge cock into his pants, not at all concerned about my rumpled and annoyed condition.
“You can’t keep doing this,” I fume. “Everything is fucking and killing! You treat me more like a fuck toy than someone you think you love. I hate to break this to you, oh high and mighty Reaper, but this is lust at best, and I refuse to believe this is what the rest of my eternity will look like, fuck you very much.”
My feet are moving backward slowly as I spin away from Bane. Behind me is a cemetery, while the town that resembles a massacre lies in front of me because my psychotic mate killed them all. Bane did this because people heard me laugh and I smiled at them. How much worse will my life be over time?
“I’m a possession,” I growl angrily, watching as Bane’s face contorts into anger and is that a flash of fear? “If this is what it’s going to be like, if it’s going to get worse, then I can’t do this.”
“You don’t have to do…anything, Little Human,” Onyx growls, following me like the predator he is.
“All you have to do is be there for me. I want you to be mine, because you are. I want your laughter, your smiles, the crinkle at the corners of yours that say you’re thinking too damn hard.
See! That one. All of those are mine, and I will kill everyone who sees it. ”
“You’re insane,” I gasp, my heart beginning to beat faster. I need to run soon or he’ll catch me. I just need some space to think.
I swear, the air quality thins when he’s around, and the only thing I can pay attention to is him. Even when we argue, I’m painfully aware of him. It’s the same shit, different day. I haven’t heard the words I’m so desperate for.
“Obsession is not love,” I sniff, my eyes filling with emotion and tears.
Ugh, I’m always a sensitive mess after really explosive sex that causes me to die. I’ll never confess this to him, but I just want to be cuddled and adored.
“You don’t love me,” I rasp, turning and running. I’m glad my glasses are on my nose at the moment, though the world is flying by me as I race away from Bane.
“Onyx. Onyx!” Bane screams, but I keep pumping my legs, very aware of how fast he is. “Do not run away from me Little Human. I will always catch you.”
“If you want me, come get me,” I say, running in a zigzag through the gravestones.
Bane fights dirty, which is not a surprise. He tries to trip me with his shadows, forcing me to jump over them. When he gets bored with that, he allows his shadows to flirt with me, drifting over my skin to make goosebumps creep in.
“You don’t fight fair,” I complain, my shoes skidding as I careen around a gravestone.
“I work for the Devil,” he snorts, his steps long as he walks like Michael Myers. No matter how slowly he walks, he always catches his prey. Fuck, I suck as a final boy, the serial killer still got his way with me. “I don’t even think I understand the definition of that word.”
“You’re impossible,” I growl, losing myself for a second in his dark gaze as he smirks at me.
“You enjoy me, Little Human. Why do you complicate things with silliness?” he asks.
“You’re such an ass,” I mutter, dashing through the woods on the edge of the graveyard.
I don’t have a plan, and I’m moving too fast to think. I know what I want, but I’m beginning to worry that I’ll never get it.
“If I wanted to be released of our arrangement, would you?” I ask, poking my head from behind a huge tree.
Bane’s chest heaves slightly, yet I doubt it’s from exertion. He likes to have things his way or the highway. I honestly think I could overlook this, and I’d even wait in our room with my pale, perky ass waiting to get railed when he gets home, if only he’d tell me he loved me.
I’m an insecure human, and I know it. I should feel flattered Bane is willing to be a plague above and below ground to keep all the good parts of me to himself. I simply…need a little more.
“Never.” The word comes out as a rumbling growl. “Mates are for eternity,” he snarls. “I can’t ever release you.”
My stomach flip-flops with a feeling that reminds me disturbingly of satisfaction.
“I see some really kinky stuff when I walk with you around Hell. None of that interests you?” I ask.
“I’m the jealous one in this relationship,” Bane huffs, making me swallow back a laugh. God, why is he so hot?
No! This is why we fuck but don’t talk.
“I smell your arousal, Little Human," Bane groans. “What’s so terrible about fucking for all eternity?”
“I need more,” I say, running away again.
“Onyx! For the Devil’s sakes. Tell me what you want from me,” he says, looking sad before his face hardens.
Fuck, he’s mad now.
Bane disappears and his shadows squeeze and stroke my cock under my clothes, making it impossible to pay attention as my eyes bounce in the thickening darkness. It was lighter earlier, which means this is Bane’s fault.
I slam into a thick chest, squeaking as I fall back onto my ass. My mate’s body reappears in sections, until his burning black eyes come back last. Leaping on top of me, his hand wraps around my throat, silencing anything I might say as he pins me to the ground.
“You’ve said quite enough, Little Human,” Bane whispers, his lips fusing against mine until I’m shamelessly grabbing at his clothes.
Our cocks rub against each other in our pants, and with a flick of Bane’s wrist, our clothes disappear except for his cloak.
“I can never imagine the kind of love mortals feel because I’ve never been one,” he says, kissing down my neck.
I’m still being punished with the lack of air, the rushing of blood in my ears almost stealing his words from me.
“I was never a child the way you were, I don’t have those kinds of connections or morals,” he growls. “What I know is that I miss you when you’re not with me. It’s impossible for me to work sometimes because you fill my every thought, and Lucifer yelled at me at my last observation meeting.”
Fuck, this is so surreal.
Bane seems to remind himself I need to breathe, even if it is simply a weird construct from my past life.
My mind lives within certain limits, and that’s why he continues to kill me during sex.
It’s why I like to eat, I get cold in bed and need all the blankets, and I have to brush my teeth two to three times a day.
“I have lived for so long, I’ve gotten bored.
I’ve seen millions of sunsets, sunrises, and the world several times over.
However, I forget you haven’t had that, which is why I get impatient.
I should be enough,” he says, his hand squeezing around my throat again when I make the mistake of inhaling to say something.
“I’m not romantic, but I do promise to fuck you over the Grand Canyon, and to take you with me more often,” Bane continues. “My days and nights are more full with you in them, and I can’t imagine not seeing you anymore. Trust me, Lucifer would have to end me because I would be fucking impossible.”
The idea of Bane dying due to not being able to complete his job makes my heart seize, or it could be the lack of oxygen.
Flipping me over onto my hands and knees, Bane presses my face into the dirt as he spits into my asshole.
“You are my salty little emo human,” he growls. “I love the way you hum under your breath, the way people light up around you, even though I’m jealous as fuck about it.”
His thick cock burns as he pushes his way into my hole, but there’s still cum leaking from it to help ease his way. His cum has made a mess of the pants and boxers I’m no longer wearing, and I’m certain Bane won’t stop until I’m screaming his name.
“And I’m willing to say it, since you need to hear it,” Bane rasps, his voice full of darkness and shadows as he pumps his cock in and out of me slower than usual.
It feels as if he’s using both his words and actions to show me how he feels.
His shadows join him in wrapping around my cock, while another gags me as it fucks my mouth.
God, this is my afterlife. Chaotic, messy, and insane. And I desperately want to hear Bane tell me he loves me again.
“I fucking love you, My Little Human,” he says, biting my shoulder to make me scream, despite the shadows gagging me. “I love your snores, your stomach grumbling, and everything else that should make me insane. There is no one like you, and it pleases me greatly that you’ll be with me forever.”
Shuddering, I scream out my release, while Bane groans as he fills up my ass. The soil around me is clawed with my fingers, and it’s all underneath my nails. I have no doubts that I look as if I was buried alive.
As if he’s listening to my thoughts, he chuckles darkly as he pulls my body up until he can cuddle me against his chest.
“Happy now, Onyx?” he asks.
Turning, I glare at him because the shadows are still keeping me mute.
“That’s rhetorical,” he chuckles. “I can see by the flush of your skin, the brightness of your eyes that you’re completely content.”
Rolling my eyes, I sigh happily as I lay my head back on him..
“Was that really so hard?” I sass, earning a pinch to the ass cheek.
“Brat.” His chuckle is low, the sound making my toes curl in pleasure.
“But I’m your brat.”
“Yes.” His lips brush the top of my head. A wave of happiness I haven’t truly felt down here until now washes over me. “You are mine, Little Human. For now until the end of time.”
It’s not conventional, but I am happy now. I have promises to hold onto now, real emotions, and love. The rest will grow with time, and the Devil knows, I have that in spades.