Chapter 34 Come To Kill
Come To Kill
Shadow’s forked tongue darts out, a lightning strike searing my neck with its caress.
I tilt my head back, offering my throat, offering everything, as pleasure spreads through my battered body under his rough, velvet touch.
His hands, so much larger and rougher than anything human, explore every inch of me with proprietary hunger, his tentacles sliding along my ribs, my thighs, the hollow of my belly.
There’s a word beating under his every action. I hear it like a heartbeat, even though it never leaves his lips.
Mine.
He may not say it out loud, but I know he feels it as much as I do. The need to be together. I’m safe with him, safe with my darkness, my needs.
There is no more shame. Only acceptance.
I sag against him, and he holds me up effortlessly, dragging his tongue along the cuts on my neck, his claws massaging my hips as he drinks me in.
A muffled scream draws my gaze up—reminding me we are not alone.
Caroline and Elijah hover overhead, suspended by Shadow’s thick, snaking tentacles.
Caroline’s sallow, waxen face shines with sweat, her pupils blown wide with terror.
Elijah’s face is purple and bloated, blood leaking sluggishly from his broken nose.
The sight of them, gagged and gasping, ignites a fresh bolt of rage deep inside me.
It writhes through my veins like molten metal.
Caroline makes sounds still muffled by Shadow’s tentacles.
My nails dig into Shadow’s scaled flesh. "More," I rasp. "Hurt me."
I don't even recognize my own voice—wrecked, broken, ravenous.
Shadow growls low in his throat, vibrating against my ribs.
He sinks his fangs into my jugular without hesitation, and I scream, not in fear, but rapture. Wetness pools between my thighs as my inner muscles clench violently around nothing, desperate to be filled, desperate to be broken.
Shadow laps at the wound greedily, dragging his tongue down to my collarbone, a guttural moan ripping from him as he shudders.
"You taste too good," he pants raggedly. "I want to tear you open. I want to drain you dry—consume your heart."
His words aren't threats. They're devotion.
I can already feel my neck healing, but I don't want it to. I want to be split, so Shadow can work his way under my skin again and again.
"More," I demand.
Shadow’s mouth moves lower, fangs scraping the delicate skin over my breastbone. He bites down, not enough to maim, but enough to make me cry out, enough to split skin and taste the copper burst of my blood.
His claws rake lightly down my sides, leaving hairline scratches that sting against the sweat coating my skin. Tentacles coil around my ankles, my thighs, my waist, until I am wrapped and suspended by him, a doll of flesh and blood entirely at his mercy.
The slick rasp of Shadow’s forked tongue laps at the new wounds he scored along my ribs, working his way down to the cuts on my inner thigh.
He heals that which Elijah left behind before sinking his fangs so close to my center I’m not sure if the wetness between my legs is my blood or desire. I whimper, the sound torn from somewhere deep and desperate. He groans against me, vibrating through my bones, drunk on the taste of me.
"My perfect little animal," he murmurs against my slit, striking my clit once with that deft tongue. My belly clenches, but he’s moved on to the rest of my body. Over and over he pierces my skin, before healing it back over with his saliva.
Soon I’m covered in blood until it soaks our flesh like wet paint and I’m lightheaded.
His shadows ripple against my thighs, tightening, teasing, dragging over every hypersensitive inch of my skin.
Shadow draws back, the corners of his mouth glistening with my blood. All the shadows save for his dark tentacles have receded, leaving him a hard, solid mass. More discernible than I’ve ever seen him. I swear I almost see cheekbones.
That’s not all that’s revealed to my gaze.
Shock and awe fill me as I get my first good look at what hangs between his legs. It’s similar to a human’s but so much more. It’s a mass of bumpy ridges, like so many waves carved out of solid rock. The length and girth turns my throat dry even though I’ve fit that behemoth between my legs before.
The light purple veins running along its onyx length create a beautiful contrast. It’s thick and erect, jutting out with evident desire, the tip glistening with slickness that I crave to lick and suckle at.
My monster is the most erotic thing I've ever seen, feasting on my blood. I lift my hand to touch, only to have him knock me aside.
Shadow grabs my wrists and spins me around.
His monstrous cock throbs between my thighs, slick and leaking, the ridges along it catching against my blood-slicked skin as he presses closer.
I gasp, every nerve ending firing at once.
My body throbs, aching to be filled, stretched, broken.
I slide my pussy lips over his ridges with desperate little moans.
He runs his forked tongue over my blood-smeared neck. Hot shivers wrack my body until I’m nearly out of my mind with need.
Groans and muffled cries intrude on the moment. Our captive audience doesn’t care for the show they are getting. Not that I care about what they see. When Shadow is near, nothing and no one else matters.
"You say you are a monster?" Shadow whispers in my ear, causing a shiver to rattle down my spine. "Prove it."
"How?" It comes out a needy moan even as I catch my clit on his dick, shamelessly riding the delicious friction.
Elijah drops from the ceiling, slamming into the ground so he’s forced on his knees with the crack of bone.
"Decide his fate." It’s as if the request comes from a literal devil on my shoulder. No angels to be found.
I stop. Blinking, I focus on the bloated purple face of my neighbor. His bloodshot eyes narrow into a glare of pure hate—even now, even brought to his knees, he burns with it. "You fucking witch. You’re the Devil’s whore."
A thick ribbon of shadow lashes out and wraps around Elijah’s throat, squeezing. Elijah gags against the tightening pressure, bloodshot eyes bulging, his mouth working uselessly.
That last one isn’t as much of an insult as he thinks.
Flashes of that small, disgusting cock twitching in his fist as he cuts me assail my brain like a white-hot brand.
"Death," I hiss.
"Pain?" Shadow offers.
"Yes," I say, rocking my hips faster. My mouth has gone completely dry as tension builds in my lower belly. It’s so good yet not nearly enough.
Shadow growls low, the sound vibrating against my spine. His tentacles tighten their hold on me, lifting my body higher, making me strain and arch against him like a living offering.
"You want him to suffer?" he purrs, voice thick and cruel.
Shadow’s monstrous cock slides up against me, the ridges catching on my clit, sending jolts of unbearable pleasure shooting through me. "Then don’t come. Every second you deny yourself, he suffers. Every minute you don't come is another minute he lives… choking on your mercy."
My breath hitches, my thighs trembling with the need to grind down harder, to take Shadow inside me and ride him until I shattered. But I try to calm myself.
The memory of the knife pressed against my center stills my rocking hips.
Don’t come. Make him pay.
Elijah’s arms are released. They instantly claw useless at the shadowy tendril choking him. I watch his panic climb the more he tries to get free and realize that’s exactly why Shadow gave him use of his arms again.
Despite my attempt at control, Shadow continues to stroke his cock through my folds, teasing, soaking himself in my juices but refusing to give me what I need. Sweat breaks out across my back, mixing with blood as my skin grows fever-hot.
"You feel that?" Shadow growls against my neck. His forked tongue flicks over another bloody wounds he left there. "Feel him dying? Feel the life draining out of him while you’re writhing for it?"
A hoarse, strangled noise escapes me.
I bite my lip so hard I taste more blood.
Muffled screams of terror come from where Caroline dangles in the corner of the ceiling. She watched Elijah prepare to hurt me without lifting a finger. Let her watch now.
"These two stink of darkness and sickness," Shadow says. "Of a need to feed on other’s pain."
Tentacles caress my breasts, teasing and squeezing my nipples until every brush sends another shockwave straight between my legs. One slick tentacle winds down to my clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles, while another slithers lower, teasing the seam of my ass with wicked patience.
Elijah’s body twitches harder, his arms jerking like a puppet’s as he struggles. His knees scrape bloody grooves into the floor.
The sight of him flailing, pathetic and weak, feeds me.
"Oh, fuck," I whimper, grinding my hips down against Shadow’s cock, chasing the friction, every nerve stretched taut.
My body is a live wire.
Sweat drips from my temples, down my neck, sliding between my breasts, streaking through the blood smeared across my skin. I shake with the effort to hold the orgasm back, even as my muscles clench tighter, threatening to betray me.
Shadow chuckles darkly against my ear.
"That’s it," he purrs. "A good little monster knows how to inflict pain."
I’m not sure if he means on others or myself because the torture is near unbearable for both Elijah and me right now.
I’m desperate, slicking Shadow’s ridged cock with everything pouring out of me. My thighs tremble from the strain, my abdomen cramps with the effort of holding back, and still I don’t stop.
I won't stop.
My whole body is a mess of overstimulated nerve endings, raw and tender, strung so tight I can barely breathe.
Shadow grips my hips harder, and with a brutal snap of his hips, he drives into me fully, his monstrous cock splitting me open, forcing a scream from my throat.