26. Aliana
ALIANA
I’m an idiot. I’m willingly touching this bastard, and it makes me such an imbecile.
Yet I can’t seem to stop, and a tiny, nagging voice in the back of my head doesn’t want me to. If anything, it urges me on, guiding me deeper into sin.
I bite at the Devourer’s lips to punish him for my own foolishness, sinking my teeth in so far that I draw blood. “You. Are. Such. A. Liar.” I punctuate each word with a kiss as his palms come up to grip my ass.
Fuck. He’s so huge. Deliciously big and tall. I should be terrified of his height and strength, but I’m not. I feel deliciously cherished in his massive arms, a fact that unnerves and entices me in equal measure.
When he smacks my ass, the sting radiates all the way up my spine. “I’m not lying. You drive me insane.” His mouth descends back onto mine to prove his point, and he doesn’t stop trying to prove it until we’re both completely breathless.
This is such a bad idea. Such a good bad idea.
Terrible. Kiss. Idea. Kiss.
“You were already insane. Don’t blame me for that shit,” I tell him as I wrap my legs around his narrow waist and grind shamelessly against the six-pack there, the abs that had pressed up against my body the entire walk home.
He has a physique that a human man would kill for.
A wild, feral part of myself rears up, and the feel of him only goads it on.
With one hand on my spine and the other on my ass, he spins and stalks to the nearest wall, then pins me against it. “I was not unhinged like this. You make me want to do things—”
“I doubt you’re capable of doing anything ,” I taunt, swiveling my hips against him as I scratch his shoulders. God, I want to hurt him and fuck him. Fuck him while I hurt him.
His retaliatory kiss after my insult is brutal.
Harsh. His tongue slashes against mine, trying to cut down all the angry words I’m saying.
But that’s all I’ve got for him. Angry fucking words.
Because I refuse to acknowledge the other emotion that sprouted up in response to his confession. That emotion doesn’t exist.
We maul one another, a violent combustion of lust and fury driving both of us forward, making me plunge my tongue into the cavern of his mouth, fucking it, thrusting deliberately so that he knows exactly what I’m doing.
He breaks the kiss with a moan. His lips are deliciously swollen, indented with my bite marks. I stare at them as he pants for a moment, before he says, “Oh, kitten. Just wait.”
He presses up against me, his hard, pitch-black cock full of vulgar promises. I reach down between us to grab the massive thing—it has to be at least a foot long—but he slides away so that my fingers grasp at air.
“What the fuck?” I glare up into his red eyes, which seem to smolder like glowing coals and heat me with their stare.
“You’ll get your fuck, Aliana. But first, you need to be punished.”
“Punished?” What the hell? I smash my fist into his shoulder. “I don’t need to be punished. You don’t fucking OWN me!”
“Not for that. For wearing another man’s shirt. For running away. For denying me when this ”—he drags his thick, warm tongue up the side of my neck, groaning at my taste and nearly unraveling me with the sensation—“is so fucking good.”
“No, it’s not,” I snarl before attacking his mouth again with a ferocity that undermines every word I say.
His heat, his passion, the smell of him all mixed up with the oils and turpentines of the room where he clearly comes to expel the aches from his soul—it’s indescribable. I’ve never been this wet in my entire existence. And we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.
That’s about to change.
I grab his claw and bring it up to my breast, pressing down on the back of it until he’s roughly palming me through the oversized shirt I stole from Tesq.
The other Terror and Creep briefly roll through the back of my head—this entire world has messed with my brain, and I have no idea what the hell I’m doing with any of these fucking monsters—but those thoughts quickly shut off again as his hand on my breast touches a nerve ending that shrieks in pleasure.
His red eyes start to glow as my nipple hardens, and I arch into him, my body begging for him to take more even as I say, “I hate your fucking hands on me.” I grab his nipple and twist it painfully to punish him because he’s not doing that to me.
“Then you’ll hate this.” He pins me with his hips and yanks his claw from my breast, making it drop and bounce in a way that riles my body up. Then he raises his claw all the way to my neck. In one long stroke, his razor-sharp nails shred Tesq’s shirt into five strips right down the middle.
I gasp as the backs of the Devourer’s nails graze over me, surprised when he doesn’t nick me.
But as the little ribbons of the T-shirt fall away—since I wasn’t wearing a bra—the rounded curves of my breasts and my hardened nipples are exposed to the chill of the air, and I stop thinking about his claws. My gaze flies to his mouth.
I need it on me.
“You’re an animal,” I hiss between closed teeth, worried that if I open my lips any farther I’ll start begging him to lap at my breasts. I. Won’t. Beg.
“You make me one.” He grabs the shirt on either side and pulls the fabric taut against my body until it rips, and then he yanks it down my arms.
My entire torso is exposed to him. The cold of the wall presses against my shoulder blades, and the Devourer’s heat presses against my front. My body comes to life from the contrast as I breathe shallowly, waiting for his next move.
But his gaze is the only thing that slides over my skin.
That infuriating bastard. What the hell is he waiting for?
Maybe he needs more motivation. “I knew it. I knew that you’d choke pathetically at some point and get scared—”
Oh, that does it. I swallow a smirk as a roar rips from his lips, and a shiver of mingled fear and delight shimmies down my spine.
He reaches for me, and I arch against the wall, expecting him to finally—fucking finally—grab my breasts.
But he doesn’t. He grabs one of my hands and brings it to his dick, which feels as hard as a steel pipe. “Does that feel scared to you, little kitten?”
He leans forward, bending down so his forehead rests against the wall right next to me.
His hot breath washes over my face as he whispers, “I’m not scared.
I’m just imagining painting that gorgeous skin of yours in my cum.
I want to splatter it all over you. Then, I want to get my pigments and mix them in.
I want to paint your skin and make your naked body into a living piece of art.
I want to photograph you with my cum all over your skin…
still gushing from your pretty cunt. And I want to blow those photos up and put them in your room so that every day you have to stare at yourself and realize what a little slut you like to be for me. ”
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit.
Those words have doused me in heat, and my pussy is fluttering. Needy. I can’t wait any longer. I try to lift my hips and impale myself on him, but the Devourer just chuckles like the monster he is.
With a single, massive hand, he stills my writhing hips. “Oh no, kitten. Not yet.”
“Fuck you!” I snarl at his denial.
He yanks me into him, away from the wall, and one palm slides over my ass, those claws of his digging dangerously into my crack as he carries me over to a big wooden work table. One huge sweep of his arm sends paint supplies—brushes, cups, palette knives—clattering to the floor.
I didn’t think it was possible for me to get any wetter, but that does it. Clearing the table violently because he has to have me this very second? Hello, new fucking kink. Damn.
But he doesn’t spread me on the table and drive that thick cock into me.
No. I grow dizzy and a little light-headed with confusion as the Terror sets me down on my feet and then spins me around so I face the table.
A huge claw on my upper back forces me to bend forward over the wood, my hands spreading out on the top so I keep my balance, breasts dangling just in front of the edge of the table.
“Time for your punishment, little mate,” the Devourer whispers.
I lick my lips before I shout, “I’m not your mate!” I immediately tense, expecting him to spank me so hard my breasts slam into the side of the table.
An outraged growl rips from my lips when he doesn’t.
I try to turn to see what the hell he’s doing, but his huge hand spans across both of my shoulder blades. I’m stuck, panting, soaked, needy. Furious about being needy. And…so desperate for him it hurts.
Instead of his palm on my ass, I feel something utterly soft stroke up my right thigh.
Glancing down, I realize that his furry black tail is stroking me.
He’s curled it forward and somehow has enough control over the appendage to stroke it slowly up and down my thigh, inching ever so slightly toward my dripping core.
His massive dick presses against my ass, right between my cheeks, and I can feel the tip is wet with precum. He slides that warm heat temptingly against me, making me wonder if his punishment is going to be fucking my ass.
His dick is way too big. He’d rip me to pieces.
“If you try to stick that thing up my ass, I swear I’ll cut your—”
His tail smacks my clit, hard.
FUUUUUUCK.
Gasping, I tremble and quake, my fingernails digging into the tabletop. The zing of pain quickly flickers into pleasure, and I start to moan—
Whack!
His thick tail smacks me again, erasing the pleasure.
“You—”
Whack.
“Fucking—”
Whack.
“Bastard.”
“Bad little mates get punished,” His words feather across the shell of my ear as I pant, wishing he’d bite down on it.
Those huge hands of his come up and grab my breasts, which barely fill his palms. I’ve been aching for him to tug my nipples. The pads of his fingers circle and tease, until I can’t stand it anymore.
“If you aren’t going to goddamn fuck me, let me go and I’ll find someone who will!”
Whack. Whack. Whack.