Chapter 21 #3
Swallowing hard, I go rigidly still.
“Ashling—”
“I’m thinking! Give me a second.”
His breath ruffles my hair as he exhales. “That is not a tone you want to use with me right now. When we’re engaged in this kind of dynamic, you better watch yourself.”
The amount of adrenaline raging through my veins leaves my heart pounding like a war drum. “Okay,” I murmur, unsure of what I’m even saying until my mind rights itself suddenly. I’m on dangerous ground, but I can’t stop myself from testing him. I want to share power. At least I think I do.
“My lips are dry, War. Will you let me put on some lip balm? Afterward, I’ll lie on the bed and do whatever you say.”
He releases me. But as I turn, he grabs me and tosses me on the bed. With the wind knocked out of me from shock, it takes a second for me to sit up.
War stalks over to my purse. I jump off the bed in a bid to interfere with his getting it open, but his arm shoots out and stops me by grabbing my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but I grab his wrist nonetheless. He could crush my windpipe. I try to pry his fingers off my neck. Unsuccessfully.
His right hand dumps the contents of my purse. When he spots the gun, he doesn’t hesitate. With a vicious kick, he launches it across the room.
Then he turns, and his left hand releases my throat before he grabs my waist with both hands and tosses me on the bed again. In the next instant, he joins me on the bed and his left hand forces my thighs apart so his big body can get between them.
I can’t close my legs.
A mix of anxiety and something more courses through me. This is becoming scary, but I’m riveted to see what he’ll do next.
Pinning my arms overhead, he stares down at me .
Panting for breath and in a panic, I shake my head. “Do it, and I will use my gun the first chance I get. I really will.”
“Calm down.”
“Fuck you,” I snap, my teeth chattering from the adrenaline rush.
“That’s exactly what you are going to do. Eventually.” He lowers his head and nips my nipple.
The air in my lungs contracts until I can’t breathe. “War—I…”
“You made your play, and it didn’t work. Your best option now is to accept defeat gracefully.”
“Do not patronize me.”
His lips come down on mine roughly. I try to turn my head, but one of his hands holds my hair in a tight grip. I’d have to rip off half my scalp to free myself.
Going still, aside from my hammering heart and panting breaths, I wait.
He’s smart enough to not put his tongue in my mouth, but I do try to bite his lip.
He jerks his head back. He retreated too late, so I’ve re-opened the wound on his lip.
He moves his face above mine and a drop of his blood falls into my open mouth.
My first urge is to spit it out. Instead, I swallow. With him, I’m some psycho version of myself. A baby vampire… hungry for things I should not be hungry for.
His lips form a small sinister smile, making his wound gape and a couple drops of blood fall faster. One lands on my chin. Another on my cheek.
He sucks his lip into his mouth and presses his teeth against it. After a moment, he swallows and releases it. The bleeding slows to a trickle down the side of his chin, mixing with the black whiskers of his beard. “You are more than you seem, Ashling. And I’m not sorry to see it.”
Staring up into his eyes, I mouth the words, “I hate you.”
“Go ahead.” He releases my wrists, and I slap him. Not as hard as I could, but hard enough to leave a red mark on his cheekbone.
“I’m gonna let that slide, baby doll.”
I raise my hand.
“But only once.”
We lock eyes, and I lower my hand slowly.
He sucks his lower lip thoughtfully. “What I do next is gonna make it hard for you to kill me.”
“Doubt it.”
The sinister smile returns, and he draws in a deep breath, making his massive chest expand so much it crushes me into the mattress. While I’m wondering whether I’m going to suffocate, he pushes off his palms and moves down the bed.
It dawns on me too late. Not that it would’ve mattered since I couldn’t have stopped him anyway.
With my knees in his hands, his mouth lands on my pussy. I try to move up the bed, but he drags me back to his tongue. Scorching heat licks up my spine as I struggle to escape.
After a few moments of the excruciatingly intimate liquid caresses, my mind starts to melt. It cannot feel this amazing . Not when I want so much to kill him.
But he finds that little spot that’s the key to everything. And when he sucks on it, the sensation is lightning through my entire lower body.
“I will kill you…” I whisper under a groan. “But not until you’re done.”
His tongue pushes into me, stretching the tight place in a way that feels so deeply good. My hands fist the sheets, and my head falls back with my mouth open.
“Oh, God,” I gasp. “Please.”
Putting my leg over his shoulder, he presses down and sucks, with me spread like prey that’s been torn open. My belly knots and burns with need. This is what it means to be consumed.
And I’m here for it .
I stop fighting and just surrender. His mouth and fingers push into my holes, stretching me and feeding on my flesh.
I come in a way I’ve never come before. With my whole body bursting with pleasure.
It’s the best thing ever. And the worst. Because I know he’s right.
No one else has ever made me feel so good.
It’ll be really hard to kill him now.