Chapter 23 #3
“Cairo!” I shriek, grabbing for it and missing. I’m not wearing a bra, since I’d just been at home, but when his hands go for my leggings, I grab his wrists. “Cairo, stop! I like these—” Instead of ripping them too, he quickly flips me over onto my hands and knees in the dark.
My heart beats more loudly while I can’t see him.
Especially as his nails trace down my sides, pricking and tickling in equal measure until I’m squirming and gripping the carpet hard.
On a whim, I kick out, but he’s fast enough that he just grabs my leg, yanking off my shoe before he does the same to the other.
“So slow,” Cairo taunts. “So weak, aren’t you?
I could do anything I want. I could have you in all the ways I want, little bird.
All the ways I’ve been too afraid to show you. ”
When I don’t answer, he takes it as curiosity.
I hear his satisfied purr, and he presses himself against me, bare chest against my spine.
“Come on, Fern. Do you really think fucking you in your bed while you gaze up at me with those sweet eyes of yours is enough for me? Now that you know what I am, can’t you take a guess at some of the things I want?
No?” he goads, and nips at my shoulder until I’m gasping, the skin stinging and raw.
“I want to fuck you until I’m satisfied I’ve ruined you, little bird.
Until your body aches for me, and I’m sure that you’ll never be satisfied by anyone else.
I’m going to mold this sweet pussy of yours to my cock, before I do the same with your mouth and your ass.
You’re mine.” He clicks his teeth near my face as he says it, and I wince.
“You had your chance to run away, to accept the version of me I was holding back and what I was giving you before.” I wonder if his excitement is what’s making him this talkative, or if it’s the bloodlust from his hunt.
So I ask.
“You’re very conversational. You aren’t usually…
like this,” I admit, giving another halfhearted struggle as he trails claws down my body again.
His claws are longer than usual, and the shadows are gone completely from under his eyes.
Even his eyes seem darker, and the dark green iris has nearly swallowed the whites around them.
Everything about him has shifted to predatory, and his words are accompanied by sounds that are more feral than usual.
“That’s because I’m usually hungry.” He chuckles.
“So it takes a lot for me to think about anything else. But I’m not hungry now.
You have all of my attention. All of my affection.
” His claws dig into my hips until I yelp, and my back arches under him.
“No matter if you want it or not. I hope you like me as I am, Fern. Because you aren’t getting the other me back for a while.
Not when you so willingly came out into my territory while I was hunting. ”
He pins me by the back of my neck, and before I can do anything at all, Cairo uses his nails to rip through my leggings at the seams. I yelp in protest, but he doesn’t mind. Not when he’s too busy tearing at them until the only fabric still on my body is a few shreds against my calves.
His tongue runs in a line up my spine, from my lower back all the way to the base of my neck.
Cairo growls a little in my ear, and again opens his mouth wide enough that he can bite down on my shoulder, front and back.
The feeling makes me shiver, but it’s not exactly from fear.
And when he bites down with his teeth at the junction of my neck and shoulder, I’m not asking him to stop.
I hear his jeans sliding down his hips, and he suddenly slides two bloody fingers against my lower lip with a purr. “Come on, little bird,” Cairo goads when I jerk away from the gore he smeared on my mouth. “Get my fingers all nice and wet.”
“Cairo, the blood?—”
“Sorry.” But he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “He didn’t taste very good. Fine. I’ll do you a favor this once.” His fingers disappear, and I don’t know what he’s doing until they reappear, dripping wet with his saliva and once again his claws prick my lower lip.
“I want to feel your mouth around my fingers. Distract me, so I don’t just fuck your pretty cunt now until you’re screaming on my cock.
” I shudder at the growled threat, and remind myself that it’s a bad thing for him to just fuck me…
even though I’m more than a little turned on and it probably wouldn’t be very hard for him.
There’s still the taste of copper on his skin when I let him press his fingers to my tongue. He thrusts them in and out, gripping my jaw with his thumb and ring finger to hold me in place while I taste his spit and traces of blood.
It should be disgusting, but I’m too fucked up and too far gone to do more than whine around his fingers while he leans over me, pinning me to the floor.
Even though we’re inside, and it’s relatively warm, it doesn’t feel very human of us. Especially with how he purrs and huffs like a wild, uncontrolled thing at my back.
Finally, he pulls his fingers free and without another word, he slips three of them into me. It has me gasping, and my back arches at the surprise of having him spread them in my body instead of working up to them.
“There’s my little bird,” Cairo growls in my ear, his voice echoing and unnatural.
Every few words he slips into it, sounding like different members of a choir, and sometimes no natural human tone at all.
“Always so vocal for me.” His fingers move impatiently inside of me, and just as I start pushing back against him, he slides them free to grip my hip and snarl against the protest bubbling to my lips.
“Mine,” he purrs, lining himself up with me. “You are mine.” He slides back into me possessively, with one hand on my hip and the other on the floor beside my face. The muscles in his arm flex, his claws dig into the carpet, and I stare at them as my body tries to adjust to his size.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, when he slams into me. “Fuck, Cairo—” But he cuts me off with a purring growl and a little hiss when he continues with his relentless, brutal pace.
“I’ve never found anyone like you before,” I hear him rambling breathily, though it’s hard to hear him over the sound of my panting breaths and the noises between us.
He isn’t being gentle, and I don’t want him to.
I don’t need him to be when this is perfect in its own way, making me hungry and needy for more.
“None of the others…No human…” He hisses out a breath, sinks into me, then jerks backward until I’m left empty.
A noise of discontent escapes my lips, but before I can ask why, I’m suddenly on my back on the thick rug, my vision spinning until it’s filled with just him above me.
“I want to see your face this time,” Cairo purrs, and sinks into me once more. “I want to see my little bird come apart on my cock.”
“Cairo—” His name is a choked gasp on my lips, and unthinkingly I reach up to tangle my fingers in his black hair that’s stiff with blood.
It doesn’t occur to me that it’s disgusting as I jerk his face down to mine, and the surprise in his eyes is satisfying as hell just as I crush his lips to mine, giving a soft, experimental growl of my own against his lips.
It triggers something in him I hadn’t expected, and Cairo’s whole body shudders at the sound.
At first, I’m sure I’ve done something wrong, especially since he isn’t kissing me back.
But then one hand goes to my hip and his other slams down on the rug beside me.
Then he lunges forward to devour my mouth in a bruising, sharp-edged kiss.
When he thrusts into me again, I see stars. It’s too much, and perfect, and so close to being painful that I arch my hips to both chase and escape the feeling. He swallows the noises I keep making, his mouth greedy on mine as his tongue teases and presses against my own.
Cairo tastes of blood, and death, and something wild.
But I can’t get enough of it.
“Oh, you’re asking for it, little bird,” he chuckles in a rough, grating voice when I growl again. His hand on my hip tightens, his claws tight to my skin, before he shifts his grip to press against my stomach until I’m flat on the floor.
“Am I?” I gasp, but I only get a rueful look from his dark eyes in response. He’s not fooled, though maybe amused, I hope.
His next thrust has me gasping, and my hips jerk into his hand, though he doesn’t let me go anywhere. It jars my entire body, and I barely notice when his hand slips further down my body, until his claws are teasing at my clit, causing me to let out a choked whimper. “Cairo?—”
“Your scent gets so sweet when you’re about to come,” the creature above me purrs, still holding himself up with one hand so he can watch my face.
“And all it ever takes is this. You full of my cock and me playing with your sweet little clit. I wonder how many other ways I can find to make you lose control, little bird.”
I want to say something, maybe something about him being just as predictable, but I can’t.
All I can do is close my eyes, as the feeling from his claws and his cock work to push me closer to my release.
But I manage to jerk Cairo down to me again, and when I come with his name a choked cry on my lips, he swallows the sound greedily, licking every moment of it out of my mouth.
He’s not far behind. I feel him pulsing, spilling inside of me, though his thrusts don’t falter.
It’s a few seconds too long for me to realize he isn’t going anywhere, and when I jerk him back a little by his hair, panting and already becoming overstimulated even without his fingers on my clit, he snickers openly at my expression.
“Yeah,” Cairo agrees. “I know. And here you are, so perfect for me. I’m not going anywhere.” He grinds into me when he’s deep inside my pussy, and I throw my head back to gasp. Cairo lunges forward and sinks his teeth into the base of my throat, hard enough that I swear he draws blood.
“So it looks like you’re going to have to suffer for me, pretty girl. All night long, until I’m satisfied. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He licks over the mark and pulls out, only to drag me back to my hands and knees before sliding back between my folds.
“I told you not to follow me out here, Fern.” Cairo drapes himself over me, already thrusting languidly, like he has all the time in the world even though my body is barely considering relenting for a second round.
“I wonder how many times I can make you come, hmm?” He nuzzles the side of my throat.
“Maybe if you’re good—after a few more times—I’ll carry you home before I fuck you again. Doesn’t that sound nice of me?”
“I think I hate you—” My words end in a yelp, and I jerk forward, only for Cairo to drag me back.
He laughs, a guttural chuckle. “Really? That’s such a shame.” His hand splays on my stomach, and I’m pressed against him so tightly I can almost feel his heartbeat against my back. “I’ll have to see if I can change that before the sun comes up.”
Cairo does try, to his credit. Before he carried me home wrapped in a stolen jacket from the cabin, he tore two more orgasms from me, and had me seeing stars. By the time he’s let Moro out and I’m in bed, mostly asleep, I can barely remember my own name, let alone that I hate him.
But at his purr and the way he pulls me against him to lick and kiss at my neck while I drift off, I decide maybe I can try hating him for a little longer tonight. Just for show.