31. Teddy
THIRTY-ONE
TEDDY
With a girlish giggle, she turns and flees through the woods, and it takes everything I have in me not to give chase, the slap of her flip flops echoing and then fading. I’ll let her think she has the upper hand. The voices are as charged as lightning in a storm, buzzing through me, my body humming with the vibration. When I kill, it’s the same feeling, that erotic sort of anticipation at knowing my bloodlust will soon be satisfied.
I won’t kill Eden, of course.
Just hurt her a bit.
So I meander down the path, everything around me going still. Those eyes I feel whenever I’m alone in this place begin to brush against the back of my neck, raising my hairs as I focus on the hunt.
I put myself into Eden’s mind, sink into her psyche, and allow it to lead me to wherever she thinks she’s safe from the demons in my soul. It’s the same when I’ve chosen someone to kill; I think like them, put myself in their position. It’s how I am able to remain silent and lethal and undetected. The police have never caught me, obviously, and only three bodies that I am responsible for have ever been found.
My father’s of course, and two pedophiles I dumped in the Puget Sound a little too hastily. By the time they were recovered, only dental records could prove who they were, and no one batted an eye once their long rap sheets were read on the nightly news. Poor mom had turned pale as a ghost when I’d smirked in satisfaction at hearing my work broadcast to the greater Seattle area, but she’d pressed her lips together and refused to ask me anything.
I appreciate her more than she knows.
To my right, a pair of mourning doves are roused from their spot on a low hanging branch, the rapid flapping of their wings and startled calls alerting me in the direction I should go. Smiling sinuously, I step off the slender trail and into the bracken. It only takes two steps to find one flip flop, and a few feet later, another one. Crouching low, I hide in the cover of the dewy ferns, listening, watching.
It’s odd, though, stalking while being stalked by the dead. They feel genuinely curious at this little game Eden and I are playing. I don’t mind if they want to watch me fuck her, so long as they understand she is mine , in life and in death.
After a few moments, I slowly stand and continue forward, as silent as a mountain lion as I carefully pick my way over fallen branches and blackberry bushes. My heart steadily pumps harder and harder the more excited I grow, my cock twitching, my balls aching. Through the trees, that little giggle reaches me again, igniting the need to hunt her down until it’s flaming through me, and I take off in a sprint toward the sound.
She’s crashing through the trees when I catch sight of her, that long, dark hair fanning out behind her, a few random leaves tangled in her silky locks. Eden turns to glance at me over her shoulder as she runs, smile stretching her cheeks wide, her eyes igniting in both fear and raw excitement as she sees me. A screech leaves her lips, followed by a breathless laugh, and she pushes herself to run faster, enjoying this—enjoying being hunted.
And fuck, if I don’t love hunting her.
Just to tease me further, she somehow manages to flip my shirt up and over her head, flinging it behind her, my little ghost streaking through the woods as naked and as devastatingly perfect as she can be. A mordacious grin is pinned to my lips, and I push myself harder, sprinting past my shirt that’s snagged on a thorny bush of dead roses.
Ahead, there’s another break in the trees, and we burst forth into a wide, hilly area that has my breath stalling in my lungs. Eden stops, her chest heaving, her ribs straining against her ivory skin as she turns to face me, her breasts bared to the wild. Cheeks blotchy, skin dewy, she walks backwards with a giggle, weaving lithely between staggered headstones that look as ancient as the asylum.
I’m upon her in a flash, snatching her arm and wrenching her body to mine with a voracious sneer, my other hand ripping my zipper down as both of us struggle to catch our breath. Her eyes have widened, and I back her against a headstone until she’s pinned there.
“Do you want me to struggle?”
Fuck , what is she doing to me? No one alive has ever read me as succinctly as her, and it only fans the flames of my obsession into an all-engulfing wildfire, burning through me and decimating everything in its path.
Pressing my body against hers as I free my cock and stroke it until I’m fully hard, I say, “Baby, you can struggle all you fucking want. You’re never going to win this battle.”
She glances down between us, the purplish head of my dick intimidating in the wan light of day, her eyes widening anew as she audibly gulps. Her eyes spring back to mine, and she whispers demurely, “Never?”
I chuckle darkly in response. “Never. Now put this mouth to good use and suck.”
I shove her shoulder, forcing her to her knees, and her brows crunch together in anger. She uses all of her pitiful mite to push against my legs.
“No,” she growls.
“Eden,” I warn, fisting her hair and yanking her head until her lips are poised right above the tip of my thudding cock. “You wanted to play with fire.”
And then, the little shit sticks out her tongue and fires back with sass, “Make me.”
The storm that gathers on my face and in my soul is reflected in the widening of her fearful eyes, and I release my cock, pinching her cheeks so hard that her jaw unhinges with a whimper of pain. Towering over her with a triumphant sneer, I twist my hips and smack her cheek with my cock degradingly. “Take me in your mouth and get me all nice and wet for your pussy, or it’s going in your ass dry. You choose.”
She blinks up at me, drool dribbling over her bottom lip as my hold on her cheeks grows more firm and demanding by the second. In the next breath, she glares, shaking her head in an attempt to free herself of my unyielding grip, but it’s of no use. “I’ll be nice and give you to the count of ten to decide.”
She tries to stand, but she’s still pinned by the weathered, tilted headstone.
“One.”
She mumbles an incoherent string of slurs, and I grin wickedly.
“Two.”
She tries to spit on me, but it only slips down her chin.
“Three.”
“Argh!” she whines in sheer frustration, tears forming in her eyes.
“Four.”
My voice is deep, as ominous as the black clouds on the horizon. She beats her little fists against my thighs, but the small amount of pain only ignites me further. I relish a good fight.
“Five,” I hiss, releasing her jaw and bringing my cock to her puffy, parted lips. When she glares up at me this time, true fear is there, eyes welling with tears that slip over and slide down her red cheeks. I shiver in pleasure at the sight. She begins to shake in my grasp, her tiny pink nipples stiff, goosebumps littering her precious skin.
“ Six ,” I seethe. She must understand I am utterly serious and takes me at my word, opening her mouth, but only a little. “There’s a good girl.”
I rub the tip of my cock over her lips, tracing the O shape and leaving a glistening trail of my precum behind. She whimpers, eyes flicking from my cock to my face and back.
“You were naughty,” I say breathlessly, fully sinking into the sick freak I am at my core. “And naughty girls get punished.”
I push the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth and groan, nearly coming then and there. I’m about to fuck the woman I’m obsessed with in a crumbling graveyard, and no other fantasy will ever top this.
“Take a deep breath,” I warn. She sucks in, but before she can get a full amount of air, I thrust my cock into her mouth and down her throat, pinching her nose with one hand and gripping the back of her skull with the other. She flails against me, gagging and lurching, but I pound into her, fucking her throat raw as ecstasy sings through my veins. Her wet little mouth and tight throat on my huge cock has me seething in an erotic sort of rage, the power I wield over her in this moment as addictive as heroin.
“Fuck,” I hiss. Her struggling becomes more and more futile, her eyes roll back, and I release her nose and wrench my cock out, giving her a reprieve. A line of foamy spit connects us, and she drags in ragged breaths through what I am sure is a raw throat. Crouching until we are eye level, I grin dangerously at her as she pants and cries. “My little Eden. I’m about to fucking destroy you.”
Her chest heaves, her breaths echoing through the woods as more thunder sounds in the distance. Someday, I want her to swallow my cum, but right now, I need to sink into her tight cunt again. Twisting her around until she’s on all fours, her fingers digging into the fragrant, moist dirt atop the grave, I line the head of my cock to her entrance. She’s fucking dripping, she’s so wet, and I laugh mirthlessly.
“Teddy,” she whimpers. I feel nothing at the sound of her voice, because I’m too far gone at this moment. The voices demand a sacrifice, and she is it on the altar of the dead.
“Teddy isn’t here right now,” I hiss, and slam into her. She rocks forward with the painful thrust and screams, but I give her no time to adjust to my length and girth, not like last night.
Last night was the beginning of twisted, obsessive love.
Today is the brutal marking and claiming of a woman that will only ever be mine.
Her cunt ripples against my cock as if stroking it, and I groan again, leaving myself planted so deeply in her that I’ve found her cervix. Biting back the urge to come right now and paint her womb with my seed, I slowly ease out as she whimpers.
“I warned you,” I swear, slamming back in as she cries out. “Not to play with fire.”
The sound of her laughter as she sprinted away from me in the woods makes me shiver anew in delight. She likes to play, and I like to dominate. I ease out again, head cocked to the side to get a better view of my dick in her little pussy. My hands smooth over the pale globes of her ass, my fingers sinking into her muscle with the intent to leave bruises behind.
She moans, the sound mingled with the pain I know I’m giving her, and I can’t help but grin. A raindrop pelts my sweltering cheek, the first of many to come, and my hands snake their way to her bony hips as I hold her to me, slowly easing back in, fascinated as I watch my cock disappear into her.
Thunder crashes through the trees and echoes between the mountains, and I know we don’t have much time.
“Grab the headstone, baby,” I demand breathlessly, enraptured as I leisurely pull out again, this time until just the head of my cock resides in her cunt. She’s soaked me, my dick shimmering in her juices, and she begins to tremble.
She does as I command, reaching up, arching her back, my eyes trailing along her spine and committing this vision of ecstasy to memory. Shaking, her dirt-coated fingers wrap around the worn edges of the nameless headstone, and she turns her head to peek at me over her shoulder, her violet eyes as stormy as the skies above.
“You like hurting me,” she hisses, both an accusation and a discovery. Bending, I press a kiss to her shoulder, our eyes locked as my lips linger on her soft skin.
“And you like the pain,” I retort. “Now grab the fucking headstone and scream my name, little ghost.”
Her eyes flare, and at the same moment I thrust back into her, I sink my teeth into her shoulder. She screams as I piston in and out of her furiously, claiming the prize I won. Her sweet, coppery blood pools in my mouth as she sobs, her cunt gripping my cock so hard it almost hurts me in return. Her knees skid across the dirt as I pound into her, her cries and moans music to my trained ears.
“Ow…oh, fuck,” she whines, and I feel the beginning of her orgasm. She clings to the old stone for dear life, her cheek now pressed to it because of the force of my thrusts, and I wind a fist into her hair, yanking her head back to watch her eyes spark as she comes undone around me.
“That’s it, that’s it,” I encourage, ramming into her as she sobs, her eyes on mine. “Let me see you come.”
Her body goes tense, and her cries choke off in a guttural moan that has my balls tightening in preparation for my own climax.
“Teddy,” she sobs, withering around me, her cunt clenching me rhythmically, stroking me from the inside until I can’t contain myself anymore.
“Fuck, baby,” I hiss, ripping myself out of her and jerking myself just as hard and fast as I’d been fucking her. Ropes of cum paint her back and ass as she collapses with a cry into the dirt. The teeth marks on her shoulder still bleed bright blood, and I fall over her, blanketing her trembling form with my body as she spasms and comes down from her own high. “Good girl, Eden. You took me so well.”
“Mmm,” is all she manages to mumble, and I smile against her, nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck as more rain cools my body.
“Are you okay?” I ask gently, the voices slinking back into the furthest corners of my mind, satiated and content. Without their demands to brutally claim my woman, my nerves begin to take root. Did I hurt her, scare her? That’s the last fucking thing I want, for Eden to be afraid of me— truly afraid of me.
But she nuzzles me back, and I can feel her cheek lift in a small, satiated smile.
“I earned a secret, I think.”
I chuckle against her, wrapping her in my arms and pulling us back so she’s in my lap and we’re sitting in the middle of a crumbling graveyard. A few hundred feet away, a massive, imposing raven sits atop another headstone, his keen black eyes watching us. Everything feels so right in this moment, but also as though we’ve been here before in another life, another time not so long ago. It’s strange, but somehow beautiful.
“What secret do you want, Eden?” I’d give this girl anything she wanted, right now and forevermore.
She twists in my arms and blinks lazily up at me, that little smug smirk on her perfect lips.
“Who else do you hunt, Teddy?”
My smile slips from my face as the storm clouds finally close in on us, darkening the shades of her pale features until only her eyes seem to shine. She knows, in her heart. I’ve sensed it for a while, and I’m not afraid of her knowing my greatest secret. It’s undoubtedly going to be used to protect her in the near future.
So I hold her close, my eyes on the raven, and say, “Whoever the voices demand, little ghost. And I’ll kill them all for you, before the end.”
My eyes drop to hers, and she’s smiling up at me.
“I know you will. And I can’t wait to watch.”