Chapter 44 Out of Control
Out of Control
Ithought I died.
When Shadow came to me tonight, his horns were wildly long, eyes black as the space between the stars, and his violence pushed him past recognition of me.
When he tackled me to the bed and slashed my chest open, I submitted myself to the end. He’d eat my heart and come to his senses later.
But after a couple of hard blinks, the feeling returns to my shock-numbed body.
Instead of tearing my heart out from a carnage of broken ribs, Shadow licks hungrily at the blood of my wounds. The sensation of his warm, dexterous tongue wars with the fiery pain of my split flesh. The cuts are too deep this time. This is not the attack of a lover trying to hold himself at bay.
Shadow is completely feral, driven by bloodlust.
"Shadow," I gasp, the pain turning my voice raw and tight. "It’s me. Please remember."
A primal growl echoes through his body as he aggressively drags his tongue over my bloodied flesh. His saliva seeps into my wounds, causing them to close. Each lick ignites a fiery torment that courses through my body, rendering me immobile and helpless.
"So delicious," he snarls and smacks. "Fucking irresistible. Must fuck and bathe in your blood." He rears back and slashes me again so the wounds reopen.
"No!" The word escapes my lips in a guttural scream, my voice cracking and splintering under the weight of the agony. My entire body seizes with the pain, squeezing my vision into a tunnel of blackness as I teeter on the edge of consciousness.
Shadow licks at me with more fervor, the wounds closing a second time. My blood is everywhere, a strange unsettling yet familiar scent in the air.
"Can’t stop. Won’t stop," he snarls again, almost as incoherent as an animal.
Before I know it, the wounds have healed again.
My mouth opens and closes like a guppy’s. A grunting sound comes from his throat, and it takes a while for me to realize it’s the same word over and over again.
"More. Moremoremoremore."
In a frenzy, Shadows strips me naked, cutting away the remnants of my sweater dress as if it were nothing more than the peel on an orange.
Tendrils lift and flip me over, putting me on my hands and knees.
I wouldn’t have the strength to hold myself up if he didn’t position me.
I’m healed, but in shock. Tremors spread through me as ice seeps into my veins.
A numbness sweeps through me, blanketing the cold. I’m unable to process, to respond.
Sharp, wicked talons sink deep into the flesh of my hips at the same time his massive cock splits my lower lips, ramming into my center.
An inhuman scream rips from my throat.
It’s a primal sound of absolute agony and pleasure and the cold melts like an ice cap hurled into the sun. My nerve endings crackle with power and need. I’m a wild thing in his grasp, whipped into a frenzy of violation, both body and mind.
Despite the pain and fullness, I’m wet. My center is always ready to welcome him, and I can’t help but grind my hips, wanting the pleasure that will follow.
This creature that has torn me open and is now trying to fuck me to death, is still my lover. My Shadow.
The brutality of his thrusts causes a rapturous pain in my tense muscles. With each thrust of his massive appendage, I gasp and sob, clench and unclench my muscles.
"You shake and come on my cock until you die. Do you hear me?" he growls. Then he rams into me again, pulling me up to him by my hips, and sinking his teeth into the flesh of my neck.
I cry out again, and again, and again, and again.
I don’t know if it’s pain or pleasure. I don’t know if I’m in my body anymore or if I’m somewhere else.
I don’t know if I’m alive or dead. I’m no longer the person I’ve always known.
I’m someone, something else. I’m no longer myself. I’m an extension of my monster.
Shadow ravages me with primal force, relishing my screams of agony and ecstasy as he thrusts relentlessly. His growls and grunts merge into a guttural symphony of dominance, driving me closer to the edge with every thrust.
Dark tendrils wrap around the tips of my breasts, squeezing them to little points of pain then prickling pleasure.
Another slithers over my backside. It spreads the generous moisture from where we are joined up to the puckered entrance of my rear.
Then that velvety tendril pushes into my asshole and I almost choke on my tongue.
My body quivers so hard, I think my teeth might rattle out of my mouth.
"Fill... your... every hole," he forces out in near guttural incoherence.
The shadows press further inside me, making me moan.
Yet another tendril covers my clit, quivering with an intensity that is too much for my sensitized body.
I’m crying, screaming, and coming, and I have no control over my own body.
My nails dig into the sheets and mattress as I claw like a maniac trying to find purchase.
His cock slides with hot friction on one side, hitting my deepest point of pleasure while I feel his shadow tentacle rubbing on the other side from my back hole.
Just when I think my spine will break, a tendril snaps around my throat and squeezes.
Moisture explodes from inside me around his cock as stars explode in my vision.
My half gasp, half scream sends my mind to a place high above where Shadow is fucking me.
I shudder and quake, my inner muscles unable to stop their tremors as endorphins swallow my nerve endings up like hot little balls of light.
Then he comes, filling me with hot spurts of liquid fire. The shadows press into me alongside his hardness, writhing and squirming, forming a secret delight that brings another breaking wave of bone-shattering orgasm.
When it’s finally over, I lay hyperventilating, unable to catch my breath or move as the tendrils and his cock withdraw from my body.
I close my eyes.
I try to say his name, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I still can’t breathe, can’t slow down, can’t make sense of anything.
When I open my eyes, I find him across the room, watching me.
Some part of the sexual release seemed to sate him back to sanity, but his horns are still too long and his eyes are too black. Then I notice the slashes of red across where his flesh is broken or healing.
Someone hurt him.
The Guard.
"Must eat," he finally says in a low grumble. "Help me, Evie."
It takes a couple of tries before I can stand on my shaking legs.
I stumble like a newborn colt to the bathroom.
I’m going to be sore for weeks, but I need to push past that right now.
I need to clean myself up and get out there.
If I don’t get Shadow a human heart soon, he might lose all sense again and take mine.