Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
HIM
Ihad to admit she looked pretty dead. She also looked pretty, dead. Her hair spread out around her like a dark halo, her eyes unblinking—just barely open—her every muscle perfectly still. A piece of rare meat set out in front of a predator.
And I was fucking starving. My mouth watering and heart beating erratically with that jolt of adrenaline I got right before a kill. It had me feeling both on edge and eerily calm as I stalked around the bed. My eyes flicking to the EpiPen on the nightstand without realizing they were doing it.
Never used one of ?em before but the instructions seemed simple enough. Besides, I was great at stabbing shit.
I stopped walking when I made it to her head, lowering a hand to her lips where the lightest breath bristled my fingertips before shoving my thumb inside, feeling the wetness that welcomed me there.
She didn’t move. Didn’t acknowledge that I was touching her as I continued to thrust my thumb in and out of her mouth a few times.
Then I stepped aside, tugged her sweatpants down her legs, and did the same thing to her pussy.
Inserting a finger, circling it around, and then drawing it back again.
The translucent pink film coating my skin.
Sticky with a tangy odor my nostrils recognized as easily as it recognized the blood mixed with it.
I lifted my thumb to my mouth and sucked it clean, my cock twitching in my boxers as this new flavor danced across my tongue.
It didn’t taste like I thought it would.
The period blood diluted the pussy juice or maybe it was the other way around.
Either way, I could taste the bite of both.
At the same time, I couldn’t distinguish either.
I yanked my shirt over my head, tugged my boxers off my ass, and kicked the pile of clothes aside. Before jumping on to the bed. Jules’s body bounced with the added weight, settling against the mattress as I settled myself between her spread thighs.
She was either really fucking out of it or that fucking good at pretending.
I raised my hand to her neck, leaving a streak of red behind.
She was warm and she had a pulse. Barely.
But she was the nurse here. I was just some guy who’d traded a handful of pills for a stolen lab coat.
I was also the guy about to fuck her unconscious body because she asked me to do it.
Because some sick part of her wanted me to do it. Wanted me to need her, I guess.
That part would take some getting used to. This was different from the doll she’d shoved under the bed when we were done with it, different from when she was trying her damnedest to stay still. But it was very much like that first time I’d touched her.
I lifted her wrist, gripping her just below her stitches, and watched it drop to the bed without resistance.
Dead weight. And then I was grabbing on to her thighs, yanking them down the mattress and spreading them wider as I dove in.
Cock-first into her warm cunt. Tugging her hips up to meet me thrust for thrust.
I was wrong. This was different from that first time too. Because I wasn’t nearly as hesitant. Nearly as unsure about what I was doing or why I was doing it.
I wanted this. I wanted her. And she wanted me too.
I threw back my head on a loud laugh, knowing I sounded manic even if no one was around to hear me. No one but Jules and she wasn’t hearing much of anything.
Or maybe she was hearing it all and didn’t care enough to comment.
Didn’t matter because I wasn’t stopping as I thrusted forward again and again.
All my focus on the way her cunt felt against my cock, how her eyes were looking at me from under her hooded lashes.
Like even in her unconscious state, she couldn’t keep herself from looking at me.
I couldn’t keep myself from looking at her either.
From watching the way her tits bounced, then slipped to the side, bounced and slipped to the side.
Back and forth. The smell of blood and cum filling the air and mixing with the sweat rolling down my spine and dripping into my ass crack.
She let out the smallest moan, and I froze. Glancing up at her face. She didn’t make another sound. Didn’t move and I realized it had been involuntary. Me fucking her forcing the air in her lungs out of her parted mouth.
I readjusted my grip on her meaty thighs, shifting my hands up an inch as I yanked her forward. Once, then twice, pelvic bone meeting pelvic bone as I stuffed my cock as deep as it could go without cutting her open.
I liked the way this felt too much to cut her open…
I also liked the way her insides coated my cock. Red with darker, fleshy clumps splattering off my balls and painting the sheets until I was covering it all with the white of my cum as I quickly pulled out and finished all over the side of her thigh.
I stared down at the mess I’d made. The crime scene I’d created all over her blankets. It was morbid. And it was erotic. It was also the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen.
I dropped her legs back onto the mattress and plopped myself down next to Jules on the bed, turning to look at her as she continued to look straight ahead.
“That was fucking fantastic,” I told her before stretching an arm across us and snatching up the EpiPen. “Keep this up, sweetheart, and I might not have a reason to revive ya.”
It was the truth. I had the perfect balance of life and death resting in the palm of my sticky hand. My thoughts of using it warring with the desire to fuck her again.