6. Chapter Five
I only had the privilege of hearing him scream my name and watching his shadow behind the frosted glass while he stroked his cock. I got to see his shadow pick up a bottle and squirt shampoo onto his head— odd —but that isn’t what is important.
I didn’t get to see his face pinch with pleasure. I didn’t get to witness his body finding relief from the thoughts of me. I didn’t get to see his come paint the wall. I didn’t get to see his cock tense and flex.
And I’m very fucking pissed off about it.
He shouldn’t have to count on himself. He has me to make him feel good. My poor little Doe Eyes, so wound up by the thoughts of me.
I step out from the wall, unveiling my true self. My skin changes from the color of the wall and floor to light purple. I stretch my wings, rolling my lips together to swallow the moan trying to escape.
I’ll need to find time to fly soon. I’ve been a busy girl following and watching him. Let’s not forget killing for him—well— for me . I haven’t made time to take care of myself.
It’s time I change that.
“Such a handsome man,” I whisper in the dark, tilting my head as if he is the most fascinating creature I’ve ever seen asleep. “You deserve to be protected, Doe Eyes. You’re all too sweet for this world.” I tiptoe around the bed, pausing when the floorboards groan under my weight.
Fitz adjusts in his sleep, flipping to his side and the blanket slips to his hips. My mouth waters, my fangs descend, and I roam my gaze over every square inch of his torso. He is sun-kissed with a dusting of hair on his chest that is sprinkled down his abs. A thin, groomed happy trail leads below the blanket, and I want to see what it is hiding.
I can still scent his orgasm hanging in the air. Such a waste for it to have gone down the shower drain when I’m aching to feel the warmth of his come inside me.
“We can’t let that happen again, Doe Eyes,” I whisper, careful not to wake him. “You don’t mind, do you?” I kneel on the floor, uncaring that it is uncomfortable, then crawl my way to his side of the bed. “I crave you. I’m so hungry.”
I reach for him, running my fingers through his thick head of hair. He grumbles before a small smile curls his lips.
“My good boy needs attention. How long has it been since you’ve been touched, Fitz? How long has it been since you’ve been the center of someone’s universe?” Daring to move my hand, I hold my breath, needing to touch his skin in some way.
My eyes water with need as an unfamiliar emotion tries to swallow me whole. A slight tremble has my hand become unsteady. Knowing I’m so close to my mate is an overwhelming sensation.
It’s as if the love I am capable of has exploded beyond a level I can’t understand. If my love were a star, it would burn slowly, so Fitz could have it for all eternity.
I release a nervous breath when the warmth of his cheek sinks into my palm.
“I’ll take care of you,” I say to him, leaning down to appreciate every freckle dashed across his nose. “You are mine now. I protect what is mine.” Wanting more now that I’m so close, his lips are their own galaxy, beaconing for me to explore.
And who would I be if I didn’t give in to such temptation?
Usually, it is me feeding from the desire of others, but my desire seems to be a constant flame being fueled by gasoline when I’m around him.
“You need to alleviate me.” I cup his jaw, my lips so close to his, that I can feel the soft puffs of breath grazing my mouth.
Unable to control myself any longer, I press our lips together. The kiss is soft with barely any pressure, so he doesn’t wake up, but still, the delicate clouds give and form to my own.
I lose control.
I begin kissing him harder, wanting him to kiss me back. I open my mouth, slipping my tongue across his bottom lip.
“Give me more, Doe Eyes. Let me taste your tongue,” I beg of him.
His heartbeat changes, the steady usual pace becomes faster. His eyes blink slowly, fighting sleep, and I push myself from the bed to the wall, blending in with my environment so he can’t see me.
Fitz sits up fast, flipping on the lamp sitting on the nightstand. “Hello?” He scrubs his eyes with his large hands which I imagine would engulf me in all the right ways. “Is someone there?” His fingers press against his lips, confusion pinching his eyebrows.
I move from the side of his bed to the bottom, staying close to the wall so he can’t see me. He looks so fucking good half asleep. The brown strands of his hair stand up in every direction. He seems to be fighting sleep and reality as he scans his room.
I’m here, Doe Eyes. You aren’t alone.
The blanket is just covering his cock. I can see the lighter part of his thighs that don’t get enough sun, and they look so soft, so smooth. His abs flex and his bicep casts its own shadow on the blanket as he lifts his arm to reach behind his back to scratch his shoulder.
My tentacles slip free from me, stretching out in need for him. They drip with arousal fluid. I won’t be able to wait for him. I’m going to have to invade his dreams to get what I fucking want.
“Get your shit together, Fitz,” he says to himself, flipping the switch on the lamp to turn the light off.
He lies back down, one hand over his head, the other lying on his stomach, and I stand there in admiration while I witness the gift of him falling asleep. Only when his breaths are quiet and even, do I step out of the shadows.
I flap my wings until I’m barely off the ground, inching my way over his sleeping form. I hover above him, appreciating the defined line of his jaw. I bring my mouth to his ear and say the words that allow me to enter his mind.
“Let me give you the sweetest dreams.” The statement is delicate and soft, my succubus dying to get inside his head.
I want to force him to dream of me. I’m going to bombard him every night. Soon, he’ll be so in love with our dreams, all he will want to do is sleep so he can see me.
His body relaxes even further and his eyes open, clouding with a light purple hue now that I’m in his mind.
“Let me see what you’re dreaming about.” I kiss his lips again, lowering my body onto his. I don’t have to worry about him waking up as long as I’m in his mind. “Show me, Doe Eyes. Be a good boy for me. Let me in,” I call out to his soul. “Where are you? What are you wanting? What can I make come true for you?” I lick his earlobe before sucking it into my mouth.
I sit up, straddling his lap, grinning from ear to ear when his dream includes me. I don’t cloak myself. I reveal who I really am. This is a dream, after all. Anything is possible.
We’re standing on the side of the road where we met. His dream is sweet, replaying the moment we first met.
“Mmm, but I want so much more, Doe Eyes.” I open the van door and slip out of the driver’s seat.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he says loud and clear, but under the influence of my power. “I’ve always wanted someone like you.” He grips my horns in the dream and in real time, his hands barely move.
He drags me toward him, kissing me with a ferocious vigor that I would not expect from him. He’s so kind and sweet. His eyes seem to light up in a way when he talks to someone who isn’t seen anymore.
Right now, his light brown eyes are ink-filled pools. The pupils are blown with lust, leaving no room for the golden flecks of his irises to show. In the dream, he slams his lips down on mine, and I can’t help but take advantage of it in real-time.
He is laid out for the taking and what kind of monster would I be if I didn’t take advantage?
Sliding my hand up his chest, I tweak his nipple along the way until I palm the side of his neck, kissing him as if I’ve been waiting my entire life for his lips on mine.
I suppose I have in a way.
Our tongues slip together as the kiss deepens. In the dream, Fitz slams me against the car and strokes my horns.
I can feel that. I can feel the callouses of his hard-working hands sliding up every ridge. I whimper into his mouth, and he groans in return. I wish he could move. Invading dreams is different for all men. Some can move and even act out every motion while others are still.
At least Fitz can speak and kiss me. His kiss alone is an experience I needed if I ever died, then I would live in death in ecstasy.
He pushes me down to my knees in his dream and I break our kiss, dragging my lips across his jaw.
In the next dream, I’ll control his thoughts, but this one was already set up just how I wanted it.
“Fuck. Oh God, you feel so fucking good. What are you going to do to me? Don’t make me wait.”
I silence him with my tail, slipping the tip between his lips. He moans, sucking and nibbling, stroking it with his tongue, and it has a direct line to my tentacles. They become crazed, each sucker dripping with my arousal, drenching his sheets.
My tongue shifts into a thicker tentacle, suction cupping to the side of his neck to leave a mark. He arches his back off the bed and yet in the dream he slams his hand on the roof of the van, his self-control spiraling.
I lick down his chest, kissing his left and right pec before sucking his nipple into my mouth. I tug on the chains attached to my nipple piercings, wishing it was his hands that were controlling how much pleasure I felt.
I can’t risk it.
Even if he saw me outside of his dreams, he would be saying something completely different. He may say he has always wanted me, but that’s the succubus power controlling his mind. He is emanating desire, and my body is soaking it up, feeding me like a king would his queen.
I have to have him while I can.
He’s the reason for my existence. I was created to be his and his alone.
I rake my fingers down his chest, dipping my tongue into his belly button, and he tosses his head back in his dream. What I love about manipulating thoughts is I can do whatever I want. I don’t have to unbutton his jeans or lower his zipper. If I imagine him naked, he’ll be naked.
When I get to the edge of the sheet covering what I so desperately want to see, my fangs scrape across his hip bone, and he hisses.
“Be a good boy, Fitz. You’re going to give me your come. I can’t live without it. I need to taste it. I need you bound to me. Can you do that for me?”
“I’ll give you whatever you fucking want. Please, don’t stop.”
I rip the blanket from his body, uncovering what I’ve been wanting to see since the moment I met him.
“Oh, Fitz,” I gasp, palming his thick weight in my hand. “You’re perfect.” He isn’t too long. I’d say he is more on the average side, but he is thick. I wrap one hand around the rock-solid length and my fingers don’t touch. I can’t wait for my tentacles to wrap around him, my cunt stretching as he pushes inside me, claiming me as his mate.
There’s a vein traveling the impressive girth. I swirl my tentacled tongue around it, the appendage waving, the suckers moving and massaging him before I suck him into my mouth.
His grip tightens on my horns the moment I suck the wide crown into my mouth, tracing the outline with my tongue. His knees tremble in our escape together by the van, but even in this bed, a slight tremor vibrates his body.
A sardonic grin takes over my face knowing I have such an intense effect on him.
“My own monster,” he gasps when I take him to the back of my throat. “Fuck, that thought alone will make me come.”
“Not yet,” I tell him, licking the bead of precome from the slit. “I don’t want you to spill down my throat. I need you to breed me, Fitz. Are you going to fill me to the brim? Are you going to make sure you claim my womb?”
He rips me from his cock, pulls me to my feet by my horns, and grabs my shorts. Fitz rips the button free, the zipper breaking. My wild mate tugs the shorts down, letting me know loud and clear what he wants.
“Such a naughty boy. You can’t wait, can you? Only good boys get to come.”
“I’m the best fucking boy. I’ll be your good boy. I need you so much. I need to feel you.”
I ignore him, continuing to suck his hard cock. The tip is a light dusty red. His entire length is filled with so much blood, that it almost looks like he is in pain.
“Such an impressive cock, Fitz. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this. I wanted to so badly get on my knees for you by the van. I would have too. You just say when and where, and my mouth is yours to use.”
I cup him between his legs, rolling his orbs in my palm. His sack is pulled tight, the filled orbs dying to release. I kiss them, suck one into my mouth, then the other, wishing I had all the time in the world to have my way with him.
But he’ll wake for work in a few hours and there’s so much I want to do.
I drag myself up his body, my tight beaded nipples scrape over the dips of his abdomen. His breathing is quick and shallow. He fists the sheets under him, twisting them so hard his knuckles turn white.
“Relax, My Sweet Doe.” I grab his hand and kiss his strained knuckles. “I’m going to take such good care of you.” I kneel over his lap, staring down to watch my tentacles wrap around his cock.
His mouth drops open, his eyes shine a brighter purple as the dream changes, and I have him flat on his back in the van. I’m projecting into his mind what I’m doing to him in real-time. I don’t want him to dream of anything else right now but our first time together.
I might not be able to have him in the day, but he is all mine when the darkness falls. He won’t ever be allowed to be with anyone else. His loneliness will be cured, and he’ll have no idea why.
Maybe one day I’ll tell him, and he’ll figure out a way to forgive me.
His forgiveness can be earned when he remembers my love and want for him.
“Holly,” he croaks, slapping his hand on the inside wall of the van. “Fuck. Oh my God—” his eyes round when he sees the tentacles massaging his cock, up and down, twisting and turning, the suckers moving at their own rate. “You have to stop. You have to. I can’t hold back. I’m going to—I’m going to—” White streams erupt from his cock, splashing against my pussy. The wild white ropes drench my tentacles, and I can taste the saltiness of his come on my tongue as if I’ve licked him clean.
His entire body jerks when the tentacles continue to stroke him. Sweat drips from his temples. He is falling apart and the only person who can catch him wants to enjoy the tumble through the unknown. To taste his fear, the nerves, and the panic.
But then I’d just wrap him in my arms and take care of him forever because he is mine. He’s fucking mine. I’ll stop at nothing and no one to get to him. If anyone dared to take him from me, I’ll kill them. I’ll murder everyone on this planet in cold fucking blood if it means he would live a happier life.
He has a monster now and there is nothing in this world that matters more than his life.
“I. Need. More.” Spit flies from his mouth while trying to speak through clenched teeth. The tendons in his neck are tensed and there is a red flush to his cheeks. “Please, I need it.”
“Such a good pretty boy when you beg,” I croon, curling over him while I continue my assault on his shaft.
“I love being your good boy.” He licks his lips and those big round eyes blink at me through long lashes.
Staring down at him in his dream and real life has me wishing he could truly see me. His eyes are the innocence I miss from when I was human. I don’t feel that anymore. All I have is rage for everyone except Fitz and this need to claim and protect him with my life.
While I don’t feel those human emotions the same any longer, I’m reminded of them when I look him in his eyes, giving me a glimpse of what a good soul is.
“I would kill for you, Doe Eyes.” I press my forehead against his, tracing his jaw. “I have killed for you.” His cock jerks wrapped in my grip. “You like that, don’t you? You love being the center of my attention. You love that someone would go that far for you.”
He nods, stretching his neck to try to kiss me. “I do. I want you to consume me until I can’t live without you. You’re my reminder to breathe.”
My tentacles part, giving me access to his cock, and I slide myself over the wide thick tip. I rip my crop top off over my head in the dream, and his eyes widen when he sees my nipple rings attached to chains.
He tugs them softly and I hiss, loving the pain.
“Yes, Fitz. Just like that.” My wings spread of their own volition as I lose myself in our fantasy. I barely have one toe in reality, wanting to be with the man who can see me for me.
The crown of his cock rubs against my clit with every slow rock I give him. “Such a big cock, Fitz. Anyone ever told you that?” My talons grow to a dangerous length at the thought of him fucking another woman.
I’d need names. I wouldn’t be able to live in a world knowing there are other women who know what it feels like to have their pussy stretched by Fitz.
No, no, that wouldn’t be allowed to happen.
“No,” he grunts, biting his top lip as he watches my tentacles slip between his thighs. “Everyone said I was always on the shorter side.”
I wrap my hand around his throat at the same time a tentacle plays with his hole. “By morning, you’ll leave a list on your nightstand of the women who said that to you. Okay?”
His eyes are glassy, and a single tear rolls down his cheek when I press a tentacle inside, pressing against his prostate.
Fitz shouts as more come spurts from him.
“Answer me,” I demand, rolling a tentacle over his prostate.
“Y-ye-yes,” he stammers.
I gasp when I sink down onto the first inch of his cock. I take my time with him, slowly swallowing him. “This cock was made for me. So fucking thick, Fitz. God, you’re taking my breath.” Those other women were stupid to think his cock was anything less than perfect. I get to ride him for the rest of our lives and there is no way I’ll get used to the stretch of him filling me.
Slapping his chest, I dig my nails into his pecs riding him hard and fast. I don’t want to waste any more time. “You feel so good. I wish you could see me using you, Doe Eyes. I wish you could see how much I love your cock. I can’t wait to claim you for all to see. You’re mine.” I lean back, slapping my hand on his knee while rolling my hips. “This is mine. Mine to taste and fuck. Mine to care for. No other pussy could take you like this.” I have suckers on the inside too, massaging every inch of him, length and width.
In the dream, he begins fucking me from the bottom. His hips slightly moving in real-time from his wicked intentions happening in our heads.
“Fitz.” I run my hands through my hair and tilt my head back, increasing my pace. My clit slides across him with every thrust. “You make me so wet. Do you hear it? Do you hear how much you drive me crazy?” I fuck him harder, wanting nothing more than to ram my horns into his bedframe.
“You’re so fucking tight. I love those tentacles. Fucking—” his groan is so loud, I’m curious if the neighbors across the lake heard it. “You’re going to make me come, Holly. I need to pull out. If you don’t—” I cover his mouth with my hand, my whimpers becoming louder and faster the closer I get to orgasm.
Nothing will stop me from drinking in his come.
My wings stretched as wide as they possibly could, breaking one of the dangling light bulbs. The headboard smacks against the wall and I claw his pecs as the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had convulses my muscles.
I tense, moaning his name for all to hear, “Fitz. Oh, fuck. Yes, oh, good boy making me come.” Black ink squirts from me making the space between us an absolute mess.
“Holly! Damn it. No,” he groans, his cock flexing as streams of warm come fill me. “Didn’t want it to end.” His eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure.
The ink spills between us from my orgasm, my claim officially finding its own pattern to mark him forever. I’ll need a few more nights with him for the pattern to grow to its full potential. Only when the marking is finally visible, is the mating complete.
I bend down, kissing him, realizing our time together is almost over.
“Please, don’t go,” he says between kisses, tucking a piece of blue hair behind my ear, and that gesture alone, has me feeling like a fragile woman in the hands of a strong man.
I’ve never felt that before.
“I’ll be where you can see,” I tell him with a smile, wishing I didn’t have to go, but he’ll wake soon now that the dream is over.
“What’s that mean?”
“Everywhere you’ll be, I’ll be, Doe Eyes. I’m your monster mate. You won’t go anywhere without me.” I slip from his cock, my tentacles rolling together to create a plug so his come doesn’t leak out, and stare down at the mess I’ve made on him.
Onyx drips down my thighs, proof of my orgasm. I dash to the bathroom, and I still don’t feel sated after I claimed him. I need something else. I need my scent on him every day.
Remembering how he washed his hair, I open the stall to the shower and snag his shampoo. Twisting off the top, I sniff the liquid when I notice it is dark. “What…” I read the label and grin.
This couldn’t be more perfect for my plan. Fitz has detoxifying charcoal shampoo which is dark grey. I’m going to take advantage of this and anything else I can put my ink into. I press the open bottle against my thigh, catching the excess drops.
Twisting the top on, I give the bottle a good shake and leave it in the same spot on the shelf. Walking back into the bedroom, I stare at my beautiful mate.
“Holly,” he whispers in his sleep.
My heart tugs towards him. I want nothing more than to crawl into bed and have him hold me. I could.
But I won’t.
Before I go, I snag one of his work shirts from the laundry bin and slip it over my head. His scent surrounds me, easing the tension of my beasts. I don’t like or want to leave him.
I have to.
I sink into the shadows, blend into my surroundings, and watch him.
If watching him were all I had to do, my life would be fulfilled.