Chapter 37
Lila felt like she was still catching her breath as Ambrose stood her up, his venom just beginning to trickle through her blood, as the fresh bite stung her neck.
She was shaking, her hands out of her control, and she feared her knees would buckle under her if he let go. She held his arms, looked up—and gasped. Ambrose’s dark eyes were lightning, shifting into that vibrant red she had grown so accustomed to, a shade that had sent jolts of electricity down her spine, to her core, through her mind. A shade that recognized the monster—a monster for her.
“I’m going to fucking rip his cock off and shove it down his throat. I’m going to kill him for touching you, for touching what’s mine, for touching what is yours,” he grumbled, taking a step past her, wings splaying.
Her heart jolted. She knew his anger—it was her anger. They would kill Hektor. But not tonight. Tonight, she needed Ambrose.
“Wait,” Lila grabbed his wrist. Her hand was so much smaller than his. In fact, he barely even fit in her room at this size.
“I’m going to kill him,” he growled.
“Not now.”
“Yes, now.”
She pushed herself against him, and—just like Ambrose after his memories—she hadn’t realized she was crying, her hands and limbs were shaking from more than just the venom running through her.
Ambrose stuttered, turning to face her. As soon as his eyes landed on her, she knew he must’ve seen all of that. And in moments, tears, just like hers, fell from his eyes. For her, for him—for them.
She was so afraid. She wanted to be held, wanted to be cared for. Wanted him.
“I need you,” she whispered.
It broke the spell.
Ambrose crashed himself into her, pulling her up into his arms and kissing her fiercely. His fangs poked her lips, but she didn’t care. Let him bite her. Let him bite her, everywhere, over and over. Her blood still trickled down her neck, and down his chin. His bite was violent and fast, but she had proved it was fine. Let him drink from her whenever he pleased, so long as she could have him whenever she needed.
“Give me the monster,” she breathed against his mouth, and Ambrose moved, lapping at the blood still spilling, drinking her in. His mouth, covered in her, pressed roughly back to her lips. She could taste the metallic tinge of her blood on his tongue, as he swirled it around her own, taking it into his mouth.
“And if I break you?” he breathed, his lips hovering just over hers.
You could never, she replied, lips too focused on kissing him to stop for spoken words.
And if I chase you?
I’ll run, because we both like it.
His hand loudly slapped her ass, squeezing hard. And if I want to be a villain?
Lila pushed herself back, took a hurried step away. She glanced around her room, the hay bed, the stone floor, the tiny window. She saw the memories from her past seep in, memories Ambrose all had now too. Hektor slithering up her leg, the Reinicks coming to grab her for meals—but also, she saw her brother. She saw her life. This room, of any, was her only solace in this hell.
No, this wasn’t the place she wanted to be ruined in. This wasn’t the place she needed to smother with new memories, where she rewrote history.
But she knew where to go.
Lila met Ambrose’s glowing ruby eyes, hungry for her, hungry for blood, hungry for her sex. He breathed heavily, his charcoal chest huffing, the crow tattoo moving as though it were flapping its wings. And she knew it wasn’t his venom coursing through her that made her just as feral.
She smirked at him. Then be a villain. Destroy me.
And without another beat, she turned and ran from the room.
The manor halls were silent, the vampires were asleep, and the layer of dust on the floor sat undisturbed, but the silence was quickly broken as Lila ran for her life. Her feet pounded the stone floor, her thighs pumping with as much force as if she had the same body she rigorously trained months ago. She knew the path, she knew the halls, she knew where to go. Her heart raced, the beat of it pounding in her chest.
For there was a monster chasing her.
She could almost feel the claws woosh through her long lilac hair, could almost feel the fangs digging deep into her skin. After all, he was the predator, and she was his prey.
A smile was spread across her lips, adrenaline fueling her muscles, and a coiling heat working its way through her belly, between her legs, and settling at her core.
Ambrose chased her, growling, and he was just behind her. She knew she wasn’t actually outrunning him. For this was just a game, a game of viper and mouse. A game she knew all too well.
But this time, she controlled the results.
Lila felt so fired up after seeing Ambrose’s memories—after feeling each time of his life as if they were her own. Though she didn’t know them, she loved his family. She loved that sunlight had been his respite throughout his life. That now she could be that for him. But she also felt the fierce need to protect him, from himself, his enemies, his loneliness.
She knew they were kindred now, as he’d felt every single one of her memories. Knew every dark moment. And she knew he felt just as fired up from her memories as she did for his.
Lila skidded past a corridor, turning sharply to the left, and down another hallway. The large lilac dress proved difficult to run in, its heavy skirts getting too in her way and she relished in the idea it would soon be ripped from her body.
Two rooms were at the end of the hall, and a decision in her mind cleared the last part of her path. She made another hard left, skidding into Hektor Reinick’s bedroom.
Immediately, the smell of the stale air stung her nostrils, the way the dim light reflected made her skin want to peel itself off. Even the too-silent noise made her want to turn and run away.
But a hulking vampire was behind her, here for her blood.
Ambrose pushed Lila deeper into the room as she fought to catch her breath.
Lila was out of breath, but she needed him to know the game. Needed him to do as she wanted. It wasn’t just the monster and his prey, she wanted him to take every memory from her, and fix it. Rewrite this place for me. Make it ours.
Ambrose knew too well what Lila needed, it seemed, and he was ready with the words. “What a beautiful little murine,” he whispered, just before saying in her mind, Remember our safe word.
She smiled again, her chest still expanding rapidly. I won’t need it. Not this time.
He slammed the door behind him, and turned. His breathing was absolutely feral as he pulled her flush against him, her back to his abdomen. Ambrose pushed her hair from her shoulder, and slowly licked the column of her neck, his hands roaming her body greedily.
I don’t know if I can shift back, he grimaced, his voice wary.
Good. I want the monster.
His fangs bit into her, and her back immediately bowed, pressing her ass into his hard cock.
She reached behind her, shoving her fingers into his hair and grabbing onto him as though her life depended on it.
Because in a way, it did.
Ambrose cupped her breast hungrily, then slipped one claw into the cleavage of the gown as he caressed her neck with tongue. With force, he sliced the dress open between her breasts, down her belly, until it fell away to reveal her to the room. Lila gasped, but still held on, even as her head grew woozy, even as Ambrose continued and continued to drink from her.
Just when she thought it would be too much, he pulled his teeth away and ripped the rest of the dress from her, leaving her completely naked in the middle of the room.
“Turn around, pet,” his voice was thick with a thrall, as the lilac fog covered over her mind. She did as she was told, and she wasn’t sure if it was her own choice, or his. Ambrose sauntered up to her, and—with purpose in his dilated eyes—flicked her peaked nipple, before he fell to his knees and sucked it into his mouth.
Lila moaned at the immediate contact. His tongue in his monstrous form was just so much . . . bigger. Everything in his monstrous form was. And she wanted to feel this tongue between her legs, she wanted this tongue to devour her pussy.
He scraped his teeth against the peaked bud, then sucked till it hurt.
“Fuck. These are mine.”
He focused on the other one, still giving the first enough attention as he twisted it between his fingers. A pool of wet at her core was ready for him and she was getting more needy, more desperate. Already wanting him inside of her. Already dripping down her thighs.
Abruptly, Ambrose stood and turned from her, leaving her plucked and puckered nipples desperate for more. Lila began to follow but he looked over his shoulder, his eyes nailing her to the spot. “Stay there.”
So she did. She watched his every move, his back muscles rippling, his arms and veins flexing. Lila pressed her thighs together, desperate to feel relief, desperate to run even a single finger along her clit.
And as Ambrose walked to Hektor’s bed, shimmied out of his pants, and threw them aside, Lila was practically drooling over his absolutely perfect, charcoal ass.
Fuck, she thought. The venom and blood loss were making her mind spin.
But then Ambrose turned around, and she saw, for the first time, his enormous, monstrous, hard cock. It was even larger than she thought it’d be and it looked . . . different. Along the shaft, there were small, ridged bumps, and an extra fold just under his dark, charcoal head. His cock was so dark, in fact, it looked pitch black, and she couldn’t even begin to imagine how that would fit inside of her tiny, tight pussy.
Ambrose smirked and Lila realized her eyes had flown wide open, staring at his cock.
“You look terrified, pet. I thought you said you’d be able to handle me. I thought,” the mirth in his voice was back, especially as he slowly, languidly stroked the length of himself, “that I could never break you.”
He sat back on the bed, resting an elbow over his knee as he hunched forward, still stroking himself.
“Now, pet, close that pretty mouth of yours before I think up something to do with it.” Her lips snapped shut. “Excellent. I want you to get on your knees.” Lila did as he commanded.
Another smirk, and she felt his gaze linger on her mouth, linger on her nipples, her curves, her soaked pussy. “Crawl to me, Little Mouse.”
The words struck something through her, and she whimpered from the sound alone. Once, there was another voice saying those words, another situation, another time. But now, it was only Ambrose. Only him and only her.
So she crawled, on her hands and knees, drooling as she neared his cock, dripping as she imagined it pushing inside of her, heart fluttering as she wanted to be with him—this man, her betrothed. She crawled on the tainted carpet floor, and as each knee came down, each palm propelled her forward, Lila painted a new picture of this room in her mind, a new memory that clouded over the rest.
As she came to sit at Ambrose’s feet—like the good fucking girl she was—all memories and thoughts and pain and fear from this room disappeared.
Ambrose placed his giant hand on her cheek, guiding it to look up at him. “Are you going to be my little sex doll, for me to play with as I please?”
Lila licked her lips as she nodded. For she knew, Ambrose was just as wrapped around her little finger. He would fall to his knees right now and feast on her till the next Mass Death if she only asked.
“That’s my good girl. Now, get up on the bed and spread your legs wide for me.” He stood from the bed, allowing her to crawl onto it. As she laid on her back, Ambrose grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, flipped her onto her back, then eased her knees apart. “Wider, love.”
Though he’d already seen it, devoured it, Lila felt bashful as she fully displayed herself for him, her knees apart, feet propped on the edge of the bed. Yet, Ambrose still smirked, eyes locked on hers. “I said, wider.” She gasped as her knees leaned to the sides, splitting apart, stretching her inner thighs deeply. Ambrose stepped forward, standing over her, and pushed her knees even farther, till they lay flat against the mattress.
Lila felt the cool air rush into her overly hot center, as though it were licking up all of her heat. But just as she felt it, Ambrose’s molten hot gaze fell to her pussy, to her clit, to the dripping mess she’s already made of herself. The heat, mixed with her own growing warmth, made her moan. It was so much, she felt she might die if he didn’t touch her soon.
“Fucking perfect,” he groaned, inhaling deeply. “Your glistening, love. Pure, utter perfection.”
Lila blushed, her whole body turning hot, as the warmth spread, heating her clit like an electric buzz that almost felt like the tool he used in the Maggot Mansion.
“Will it fit?” she whimpered, desperately hoping it would. She wanted to feel those smooth bumps rub her walls, to feel that extra fold as he plunged in and out of her. But she would be satisfied if he would only touch her, rub that monstrous cock against her clit.
Ambrose ran his hand down her body, starting at her breast, and moving slowly to her clit, to her needy pussy. “I’ll need to work you up to it. But we can do that. I will take all the time it needs to have you ready for me.”
The idea of waiting drove her mad. She wanted him now.
He traced his forefinger and middle finger along her spread lips, grazing her clit as he went. She arched into his touch, desperate for more.
A husky chuckle came from his chest, as he stroked her again, slowly. Fuck, it was torture.
And just as she was about to say so, he slipped a finger inside of her. It was so big, so thick, and so much more than she expected from a singular digit. She moaned as he cursed, slowly driving in and out of her.
“Lords, I can’t wait to feel you on my cock again. I want your needy pussy fluttering around me till I have you begging to stop making you come, till you’ve had so much of me, you just can’t go on.”
Through heavy breaths, Lila reached for his free hand, bringing his fingers to her lips and into her mouth. “That’ll—never—happen,” she sucked, swirling her tongue around it. “I—will—never—have—too—much—of—you!” she moaned on the last word as Ambrose slipped another finger into her pussy.
“I want you to ride my hand, love. Soon, you’ll be riding my cock.”
Lila ground her hips against him, keeping his fingers in her mouth, his wrist bound between her breasts.
He scooped his fingers against her inner wall, the spot she loved, and then added another finger.
“Fuck,” she moaned. She was already so full, how was she supposed to take more?
“You’re doing so well, Little Crow. You’re going to take me so fucking sweetly.”
She wanted more.
Ambrose read her as though he were reading his own emotions, grinning at her as he pulled his fingers free. He lifted his hand, for her to see how messy she made him, and then slowly sucked each digit, humming around his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so delicious. I haven’t had nearly enough of you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Ambrose growled and stepped closer, like a shadow looming over her—like an eclipse blocking the sun.
He positioned his cock at her entrance, and slowly pushed the head inside.
Lila moaned at the force, already spreading her entrance so wide. He took it slow, thrust in and out of her as he only pressed the very tip of his head into her.
“Open up for me, Little Crow. Show me you want this.”
Lila tried to spread her legs further apart as she took him just a little bit more.
The stretching was both painful and exhilarating, making her want more, but words were escaping her. She could feel every twitch of his cock inside of her, and only the head had made it past her entrance.
She tried to say his name, to ask him to continue, but all that came out was a gargled moan as she threw her head back, gripping the sheets below her so roughly, she felt her nails tearing into the fabric.
“You want more?”
In response, Lila bucked her hips, forcing more into her. She screamed at the sudden stretch deeper inside of her.
He immediately paused. Safe word? he asked—but it wasn’t too much for her. It was just right.
It’s so much, so big. More—give me more.
“Fuck,” Ambrose hissed. “Goddess.”
And then he gave her more, and more, and more, and they repeated the slow thrusting, in and out, as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, tiny circles to make her even more wet, to make her moan and thrust on his cock whenever she felt brave enough. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and her back was bowed as her walls fluttered around him. She could feel every vein, every fold. The bumps rubbed at her walls in the most pleasing way possible, she didn’t think she would survive this orgasm. Death from pure pleasure alone.
Lila moaned and screamed with reckless abandon, not caring who heard. She screamed for him. Anyone who heard could leave the Morada for all she cared—but she could not hold herself back. Not now.
Once Ambrose was finally fully sheathed inside of her, she saw him watching where they joined, watching as he pulled in and out of her, watched as he fucked her ruthlessly.
His glowing, hungry, ruby eyes met hers.
Do you trust me?
Always.
Ambrose hiked up her legs, bringing her ankles to rest on his shoulders. The new stretch was everything, especially as he found his way thrusting deeper inside of her. But one of his hands lingered on her ankle, on the same spot Hektor had bitten her while fucking Drusilla.
And suddenly, Lila knew what he meant, and realized he was waiting for approval.
She gave a small nod before bucking her hips down his cock again.
“Lords, you feel so good,” he groaned, as he split her apart. She felt her pussy spread for him, she felt him in her gut, as bundles of nerves were on fire. His balls smacked into her ass with each thrust, and the pounding noise was driving her wild as she ground her hips in time with each of his thrusts.
A liquid heat spread through her core, warming her pussy and her clit, and Ambrose moaned. “So fucking hot.”
Lords, she never wanted this to end. She wanted him to spread her and fuck her till the end of her days. It was all so much, so good.
Ambrose licked her ankle as he pulled himself out to his head, letting the extra fold rub and press at her entrance.
“Ready?” His fangs hovered over her skin, desperate to plunge inside.
“Yes,” she moaned, ready for it all.
Lila screamed as the pain of his bite turned into utter, complete pleasure in the same moment as he thrust fully inside of her, letting her feel the extra fold split her apart, the bumps along his cock rubbing every too-sensitive part of her, every vein plunging into just the right spots. She felt him in her belly, in her soul, and she wanted him to never stop.
He pulled his teeth free of her ankle, and sucked at the wound there, kissing and licking till purpling hickies were formed on her skin.
Ambrose rocked his hips, back and forth, focusing on the bumps pressing deep into her walls, and she felt herself flutter around his cock—which was . . . enlarging. Swelling. Fuck, he was going to come.
And as he pulled out of her, only to thrust back in, she knew she would too. Lila curled her toes, her entire body hot like livewire, ready to burst. This orgasm would shed her skin, shed her human form.
“Oh, Ambrose,” she moaned. And still he pumped, grinding into her.
“Fuck, take all of me,” he growled, and he pushed all the way in and all the way out, sawing her in half. She felt him thicken and couldn’t take it anymore.
Lila screamed as she came, legs stiffening, toes curling, back arching. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, as she felt herself spurt around Ambrose cock, milking him still.
Ambrose thrusted faster, not letting her come down, keeping her in the clouds, before he burst inside of her, filling her so deeply, so wonderfully, she was sure her pussy would be dripping with him for days.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Fuck.” Her entire body went slack, trying to regain her breath. Ambrose’s cock still twitched inside of her as he breathed heavily.
“You are so fucking perfect.” Slowly, Ambrose pulled out of her, sending new shivers all over Lila’s body as the bumps pressed against her overly sensitive walls once more. She shuddered, and as he freed himself, they both looked at his massive, messy cock.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” he grinned. “Such a messy, needy, greedy little thing you are.”
Lila grinned, still trying to catch her breath. “I can be more needy.”
“Oh, don’t I know it.”
Lila slumped all her limbs, her legs hanging by Ambrose’s sides, her head lolled back, her arms out to her sides. “That was . . .”
Ambrose didn’t finish her thought, he waited for her to say it.
“Otherworldly. Monstrous. Amazing. I’m going to have the best sleep of my life after that,” she grinned.
A hand snapped to her waist, pulling her body into a seated position. Her eyes flew open and she saw a wicked grin on Ambrose’s face. “Oh, love, if you think I’m done with you, you’re sorely mistaken.”
Lila was about to object, but the words were ripped away from her in a flurry of jerking movement. She was pulled off the bed and into Ambrose’s arms, his wings spreading wide behind him.
“We’re not done making this place ours yet. And you should know by now, having you come just once is never enough for me. I need you on my cock, and on my tongue.”