Chapter 28 Eat and Fuck
Eat and Fuck
Shadow’s cock pushes into me an inch and a strangled scream escapes my throat as I reach up and grab his horns, holding on for dear life. That little bit is so much—too much—and I'm addicted.
I won’t be satisfied until he fills me with all he has. I spread my legs further apart. I can take it.
Or I’ll die trying.
The growl that escapes him makes his entire body shudder. I can almost feel more of his humanity slipping away as he becomes wholly monstrous.
"So wet, so hot, so tight. This little hole is mine," he snarls, even as he pushes in another inch. I rip and gush at his entry. "Say it, Evie. Tell me who this body belongs to."
"You," I gasp even as tears blur my vision.
Every muscle in his body convulses as a deep, guttural growl erupts from his throat. The sound rattles through the air like a thunderclap, sending shivers down my spine.
Then he slams all the way into me, pushing a scream of pain out of my throat.
I’m so wet. He can muscle that massive cock in, but I know parts of me might not recover. I’m so full, I can feel him in my throat, my brain, behind my eyes.
"Mine," he snarls. Then he rocks out then back into me with a teeth-rattling slam.
My breaths come in short gasps as I try to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of Shadow thrusting into me. The pain is excruciating, but it's intertwined with a dark pleasure that turns my mouth dry as a desert.
The lines of pain and pleasure blur together, creating a concoction of raw sensation that overwhelms my senses. Every nerve in my body is on fire, craving more friction. His dominance consumes me, his monstrous desires intertwining with my own darkest fantasies.
The sight above me is both terrifying and mesmerizing—the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his monstrous form. Shadows dance along his primal contours, emphasizing his inhuman nature.
My knuckles tingle and turn bloodless from gripping his horns so tight.
I half expect him to bind my arms, but he doesn’t need to.
I’m wholly under his power. He takes me completely, claiming every inch of my being as his own.
His hips piston into me, and I open wider to his massive throbbing member.
It's as if he is reaching parts of me that have never been touched before, igniting a primal desire within me that I cannot deny.
I am nothing more than a vessel for his insatiable desires, lost in the overwhelming intensity of the moment.
Does he do this with the Nexus?
I push away the intrusive thought.
Fuck whoever he’s assigned to protect. They might have his duty. But I have his hunger. His madness. His need.
"Fuck," I gasp as my pleasure turns into a runaway train.
The sound of our skin slapping together and the shameful wet sounds of him pumping my desperate cunt fills the air.
Tension coils harder, tighter, inside me as I gasp for air that doesn’t come.
I’ll never be more full, more complete than I am right now.
I want him to kill me. To finish me off so I’ll never have to go back to my shitty life.
Shadow leans down. His lips brush against my earlobe, his voice a seductive growl that ignites a fire within me. "You're mine," he whispers possessively, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "Mine to devour, mine to ravage."
The coils all break as pleasure explodes within me like a supernova, vibrating through every fiber of my being. My vision blurs as an overwhelming wave of ecstasy washes over me, rendering me completely powerless to resist its torrential force.
That’s when Shadow loses control. Throwing his head back, he roars so loudly it must be heard for miles. His hips shake and I feel warmth flood my womb, which causes me to dissolve into shudders of a second orgasm before the first has even finished.
Shadow’s claws cut into my breast over my heart. They sink in too deep, blood welling up around them.
My end is going to be the best part of my life. I fight to keep my eyes open so he’s the last thing I see before he rips out my heart.
In my last moments, I’m wanted, desired, needed in the most basic possible way.
It's sickeningly poetic, like a fairytale climaxing to its tragic end.
As his claws dig even deeper into my flesh, I let out a guttural cry of agony mingled with pleasure as my inner muscles convulse and throb uncontrollably with orgasmic intensity.
Branches crackle and crunch from somewhere nearby.
Shadow’s head snaps up and lets out a low-pitched rumble, furious someone has dared to interrupt us. There is a strange sound of panic from behind my head, and then Shadow is gone, leaving me empty and alone.
A man’s scream heralds a tussle of shaking bushes, and more snapping branches mix with that of the crunch of bone, followed by wet, sloppy chomping.
With shaking hands, I pull the fabric of my shirt back together to cover myself as I sit up. The cuts from his claws sting terribly, especially in the cold.
Turning, I find Shadow hunched over the body of a man. The obsidian eyes are glazed over as he shoves the rest of the man’s heart into his mouth.
The urge to go to him is overwhelming.
Why?
Because I’m shaky, empty, and have a death wish?
Because I want to make sure Shadow’s okay?
Because it’s my responsibility to bear witness to that person’s death?
My stomach flip flops and sours. I failed. Someone is dead because I lured Shadow here.
Vulnerability sweeps across me and through me, until I feel like a piece of raw meat, exposed and ready to be eaten up and spit out. Blood seeps through my shirt and I shiver.
Shadow’s head snaps up and he looks straight through me.
His soulless black eyes hold no recognition as he feasts.
I don’t move. I’m either frozen solid from the temperature or I’m still in the grips of my death wish.
Why do I feel so goddamn empty? A husk without him.
Shadow’s eyes close. Though his face is always blurry, out of focus, it almost seems like a sense of peace is sweeping over him.
The horns retract slightly, slowly pulling back in toward his skull. When his eyes open, they are now blood-red. I swallow hard.
Eating that man’s heart has lessened Shadow’s monstrous side.
The sense of this clicks in my brain.
The more monster hearts he consumes, the more bestial and primal he becomes. Yet the more human hearts he consumes, the more control and rationality he gains.
Too many thoughts follow this revelation, flooding my brain until I can’t pick any one apart.
How many hearts has he eaten?
How many humans has he eaten?
Are all monsters like that?
I’m not even sure I’m asking myself the right questions, but apparently I’ll see another day to figure it out.
Then I remember words he uttered to David long ago. The last night before he disappeared.
"I wouldn’t let your disgusting black heart touch my tongue if it was the last in all the universe."
Shadow blinks at me. I’m bleeding, shivering, and holding the torn remnants of my top together. My knee no longer smarts, since his tongue strokes healed the flesh there. But I long for him to put his cock or his tongue between my legs to ease the need and pain.
Swallowing hard, I will him to come to me. To close his arms around and hold me. To close the distance between us.
To lay me down and fill me again. My thighs tremble, covered with our mingled desire. I shut my eyes tight. Even after everything, I want him so damn badly.
"I’m sorry," he says in a low rumble that the breeze carries across the vast space between us.
When I open my eyes, he’s gone.
After pulling my sweatpants back on, I stumble on frozen legs, making my way toward my apartment.
At least I have that can of tuna to eat, I think wryly. Then my heart sinks when I think of the cat. I doubt my ally will return.
I know for fuck sure, my self-respect won’t.