Chapter 18
Lynx
Fuck.
Sable’s hair flows behind her as she runs from the room. Blood pumps through my veins, begging me to go after her, to appear beside her and take her right there, not giving a shit if any of these humans see. It’ll be my claim on her—touch her and I’ll fucking gut them dry.
The fact that she’s been parading around this house looking the way she does, trying to grab someone’s attention fucks me off. She had no reason to want their attention. It’s not like any of them could see her, let alone save her.
Irritation gnaws at me. Fucking sue me if I’m spiraling from jealousy. I’m about to erupt, and none of these idiots deserve to be beheaded. But if it happens, it happens.
I knew the second her gaze landed on him, that human, there was something. History, most likely. A past between them both.
I didn’t like it. Still don’t.
My little ghost once belonged to someone else, and even though she drives me insane, her soul belongs to me. And only me. I killed her, and it’s become clear to me she thinks that means she still has free reign to fuck around with any other person who isn’t me.
Now I need to stake my claim.
Well, ghost girl, when I catch you, you’re mine. Death was never going to save you from me. You’re bound to me for eternity, and I’m going to make it worth every moment.
Twenty seconds is all I’ve allowed her to run—she wanted this to happen, so I won’t wait any longer.
I glance around the room, crack my neck to the side, then materialize in the main entranceway. If I try to travel far, I’ll leave behind too much residue. And the last thing I want is a Tor’Oth showing up and cockblocking me.
A girl gasps in fright at my sudden appearance, but the guy she’s with latches on to her breast, drawing her attention back to him.
My eyes close, and I inhale, trying to feel her, sense her, fucking smell the scent of her nearby.
But when I don’t catch anything, I appear in the dining room, the tunnel under the house, then in the second-floor bathroom.
Gritting my teeth, I throw the door open into the corridor containing the bedrooms of the west wing.
Sable’s been messing with me all night, and now she thinks it’s a good idea to run?
When she knows what that does to me? My cock doesn’t appreciate the teasing.
As soon as I saw her in that goddamn little outfit, I was screwed—she’s burying herself under my skin and making me want to rip every scrap of material from her body and devour her.
The corridor shrinks as my body morphs with each slow and careful step—shifting between demon and human form used to be painful, but now it happens without flinching. My humanlike skin splits, my hair growing even darker.
At a leisurely pace, I follow the scent that’s growing more and more apparent.
My dead girl is nearby. She’s hiding in one of these rooms while my horns grow, bloodred protruding from my hairline.
Fangs pierce through my gums, and my spiked tail whips out, swinging side to side, knocking a photo frame off the wall so it smashes on the floor.
When I shifted into this demon form for the first time, it hurt, like I was slowly dying.
But the guards forced me to do it over and over again, until it stopped making me feel like I was on fire.
My skin is thicker—a blade can hardly cut through one layer—and my nails are as pointed as a sword.
Perfect for those times Tidus wants to fight with me when he’s having a bad day.
The tips of my nails drag across the wall, ripping the horrendous wallpaper, my pulse hammering in my neck as I stop at the last door on the left.
I swallow, hearing her heavy breaths traveling through the wooden door, and I can tell she’s covering her mouth to try to hide each one that slips past those lips that will very likely be around my cock one day.
If not now.
This isn’t done yet. I haven’t had my fill; the excitement of hearing her scream and run for her life.
Tor’Oth be damned, one last movement won’t summon one of them here to drag me to Hell.
I teleport through the door and appear behind her.
She freezes, and fuck do I want to grab her by the throat and force her to her knees.
She’d likely die again if she even attempted to swallow every inch of my demon dick, but getting to know her as I have, I’m sure she’d try to deepthroat the full thing just to spite my ego, and that just makes me angrier.
Sable wants me to chase her. And I will. I’ll make her beg me to fuck her too. To admit that, despite our hatred for each other, we need to get this out of our system and focus on breaking the curse trapping us here.
“Why aren’t you running again, little dead girl?”
The words don’t come out soft or humanly. No. I tower over her, and my voice is deeper, rumbling around the room and vibrating through the floorboards. Her breathing picks up speed, her arousal leaking from her and reaching my nose.
She smells divine. Addictive. Delicious. I swallow the scent, and my dick twitches.
Sable slowly glances over her shoulder, eyes sliding upward until they reach my own before they widen. The gasp that leaves her mouth makes me harder than a goddamn rock; her pupils dilate in both fear and from her arousal.
Even when she’s terrified, she’s hot.
Stepping back from me, she allows her gaze to lower to my torso—which has also grown in size—my waist, down to my feet and back up to my face. Is she intrigued? Scared? Does she find me ugly like this?
Going by the way her breathing speeds up and her essence drips onto her panties, I highly doubt it’s the latter.
She still wants me.
Good. This would be awkward if she was actually terrified I was going to eat her for dinner and not for pleasure.
She gulps, and I step forward, causing her to back away.
Words fail her.
But she doesn’t need to say anything—I feel everything she’s feeling.
Terrified yet intrigued. Scared, but the need to reach up and touch a horn is high—I can tell by the way she’s eyeing them. I’d let her if she tried. I’d probably come within seconds if she did.
My hand reaches up, and her gaze widens further as my claw glides down the side of her throat, scraping her fluttering pulse.
The swells of her breasts rise with every ragged breath, and it takes more strength than I thought possible to stop myself from tearing her dress down to see what they’d look like in my hands.
“Run or I’ll rip your boyfriend to shreds and let Tidus have his fun with the rest.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“Good. Because I don’t share, Sable.”
The words shock me as much as they shock her.
“Share?” Her lips part.
I stare at them, wondering what they’d taste like.
The urge is there. To kiss her. To lean way down and trap her bottom lip between my incisors and suck. I don’t like the act of kissing. It’s too romantic and personal. I wasn’t into it when I was human, and I refused to do it in Hell.
So why is this girl making me want to feel her tongue on mine and hear her gasping into my mouth while I fuck the remaining life out of her?
It lasts all but two seconds before she spins and rushes from the room, taking some of her scent with her. I smirk, count to three, then decide to give us what we both want.
A chase.
Sable lets out a scream when she sees I’m coming for her. She scrambles toward the stairs, taking them two at a time without falling and breaking her neck. Again. I’m not really running—it’s more of a fast walk to let her think she has some advantage.
I get around the corner and flinch back as a vase comes straight for me. It hits my chest and drops to the floor, smashing into shards that crunch under my heavy steps.
Her ass shakes while she sprints across the third floor of the west wing. It’s all I’m focusing on while she runs for her life.
As I pass the window that faces the backyard, I pause, frowning at the view of Tidus running across the lawn with something in his mouth.
Then I see the boot and realize the asshole hound has dug up Sable’s body and has her leg trapped between his teeth.
I’ll deal with him later. I have a ghost to catch.
Sable’s scent leads me into three more rooms before my patience starts to wear thin and my hands fist in annoyance. I was going slow so the chase would continue, but now the goddamn ghost is nowhere to be seen.
Then I freeze when I feel her.
It’s not the usual feeling of finding someone I’ve been hunting. The thrill is there. The excitement of being someone’s doom, but this feeling rushing through me has every sense sparking and creating a wildfire, and I teleport without thinking.
Her scream fills my ears, but my hand around her throat silences her as I press her against the wall and shake my head with a tut. “Such a silly little girl to think you could outrun me.”
Pulse hammering against my hand, her throat contracts on a swallow, and my gaze is drawn to her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
Kissing is such a useless act—useless and disgusting, yet I want to taste her so badly, I might get on my knees and beg to suck on her tongue.
I’ll kiss her so hard, she’ll forget her name and why she hates me in the first place.
But then she might get the wrong idea.
She might think I’m weak and pathetic.
I close my eyes and inhale.
Sable’s essence is practically pouring out of her, making my cock hard and my tail stiffen behind me. My thumb presses into the side of her throat, feeling her life in my hands as I stroke up and down her skin.
At the faint touch of her fingers around my cock, my eyes ping open to see her staring at me, her dark gaze lifting to my horns.
She likes them. She likes the way I look.