Chapter 35 Theo
THEO
Ihad not realized how much I needed Chloe until I’m inside her, the heat of her cunt the first warmth I’ve felt since the shotgun shell tore through my heart.
And once I’m inside her, I don’t want to leave.
There’s always this primal hunger inside me after I revive, and I usually expend it with a quick, easy kill. If I don’t come from the killing, I’ll stroke myself off afterward.
This is different, though.
Today, Chloe is spread out on the couch beneath me, her skin flushed and golden in the firelight, blood blooming on her neck and my teeth marks implanted in her shoulder.
I slam myself into her, barely able to control my movements, and with each thrust, her whole body shakes in a way that sends fire surging up my cock.
I grab her by both wrists and pin them above her head one-handed as I plow into her hot, drenched pussy.
She hasn’t come yet. I know that. I can feel it, the pulsing heat building in her clit. But fuck, I’m not going to last much longer. Not with her staring up at me with those angry, lust-drunk eyes. Not with the taste of her blood on my lips.
I crush her wrists together, and she makes a pained, ecstatic sound and clenches her pussy around my cock. Milking it. Milking me.
I clench my jaw and try to focus on the cold, on the howling wind, on anything else.
It’s no use, though. My orgasm tears up from my belly, and I roar as my cum pulses into her, ropes and ropes of it after being dead for six months.
“Did you just come?” Chloe shrieks, jerking her hands away from me. I let her go. “What the fuck?”
I barely hear her, the way my pleasure reverberates up my spine. She hits me again, and I catch her wrist and glower down at her through my wet hair as she keeps squirming against me, fucking my softening cock.
It won’t be soft for long, though. I just revived, and I know exactly what will get me hard again.
I latch my teeth into her neck, probing my tongue at the cuts I made earlier until her blood flows out. Chloe shrieks and pants and ruts against me, and I moan around the salty tang of her blood.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her breath shuddery. “Fuck, I’m so close. I’m—”
I rear back, dragging my cock out of her pussy in the process. Chloe screeches and slaps her hand down on her clit, but I grab her by the wrist and shake my head. She glares at me, and I can feel it, her anger and her lust and her confusion and her fear, all twining together.
Then I guide her hand to my dick, wrapping her fingers around my still-sensitive skin. She gives a little gasp; I’m already hardening up for her again.
“Jerk me off,” I sign, moving forward until I’m straddling her at the waist.
She does, squeezing my shaft hard in her fist like she wants to make me hurt. I buck into her hand, staring down at her the whole time. Don’t you dare fucking stop, she screamed at me right before I came. I don’t intend to.
Especially with that first orgasm out of the way. This next one, it’ll take much longer for me to build up to it.
“How are you hard again already?” she whispers, her palm making a wet thwapping sound around my dick.
I grin. “I’m a Hunter.”
Then I pull away from her so I can flip her over onto her hands and knees.
I shove her head down, pressing into the cushion so her ass lifts up for me, revealing the wet, pink slit of her cunt and the pretty bud of her ass.
I slide my fingers along her clit, making her shudder and quake.
I bring my other hand down hard on her ass cheek, the sound cracking through the room.
“Fuck!” she shouts, lifting her head. I shove it back down into the sofa and slap her again, harder. Hard enough to leave the red imprint of my hand against her skin.
She moans into the pillows, tries to snake her hand down to her clit. I stop her. Spank her again, this time right on her pussy.
She howls. Her arousal and my cum drips down her thighs, gleaming in the firelight. It might be cold in her house, but her skin is damp with sweat. Flushed with heat.
I slide into her again, moaning as her desperate pussy clenches down on me. Then I thread my fingers through her hair and jerk her head back, bracing myself against her as I start to fuck her with slow, teasing strokes.
“Harder!” she screams.
I respond by yanking her back by the hair. She shrieks, and I taste the surge of her adrenaline. I pull her closer to me, closer enough that I can wrap my other hand around her throat. When she swallows, I can feel the movement against my palm.
Then I fuck her again, the way she wants. Hard, fast, brutal. I hold her in place by the neck, although I don’t squeeze the air out of her. Not today. I don’t want to tempt death.
Chloe moans, shoving herself back and forth on my cock until we lock into a frantic rhythm. I focus my attention on her quickly building orgasm, angling my cock so I know I’m striking the right place inside her.
“Fuck,” she pants, and I can feel the word against my hand, too. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I squeeze her a little tighter. Pull her hair a little harder.
“Fuuuuuck,” she whines. Her body quivers. Clenches.
And then she comes, all her muscles contracting down around my cock. Chloe screams, and I let her go so she can slump forward while I keep fucking her through her orgasm, my fingers digging hard into her hips. She pushes back on me, her muscles flexing in my hands.
Then she flips up her hair, twisting around to look at me through the tangle of her hair. Her eyes blaze, and I love it: her anger, her fury, her desire.
“You left me,” she snarls.
With one hand, I manage to sign, “I had to.”
“No, you didn’t!” She jerks away from me, dragging me out of her hot, perfect cunt. I growl in protest, try to pull her back. Not with all my Hunter’s strength, though. Part of me wants to see what she does next. I can, after all, still feel her pounding lust.
Chloe twists around on the couch and slaps me hard on the chest, like she’s trying to shove me back. I grin at her.
“You think that’s enough to hurt me?” I say, and she screeches in vexation—
Right before she slashes at me with her nails.
That, I do feel: a pleasant, burning sting on my skin. I grin at her, feeling all my wickedness come to the surface, and try to grab at her again.
She shoves me with all her strength and knocks me onto her floor in front of the fire, on top of the mound of blankets that are piled up there.
I don’t move, just lie on my back staring at her as she rises from the sofa like some vengeful goddess, all the lushness of her body glowing in the firelight.
My cock throbs, gleaming against my stomach.
Chloe stalks toward me and straddles my waist, grabbing my cock with a forcefulness that makes me grunt.
“You left me,” she whispers, batting my cock against her clit. “You fucking left me alone.”
She slaps herself harder, and my cockhead screams at the impact.
“You made me kill you,” she pants, and the blend of emotions I feel from her is exquisite. She’s turned on, talking about this. Angry and turned on. I buck my hips up, trying to catch her cunt. She squeezes my cock in warning.
“Why me?” she whispers, leaning in close to my face, her breasts brushing against my chest. Her eyes blaze angrily. “Why did it have to be me?”
She’s still holding my cock in her fist, like she might tear it out if I give the wrong answer. But she’s drenched in desire, too.
I slide my hands up between us, wait until I know she’s looking at them.
“Because there’s nothing more intimate than killing,” I tell her.
Chloe stares at me, her chest heaving, her hair falling around her shoulders to hide the marks I made on her skin.
At first, I’m not sure if she understands.
Explaining what it’s like, the intimacy of death, of wearing another person’s blood on your skin, would take so many more words than what I have.
But she’s experienced it now. She gave me that gift.
And then I feel it, her realization. Her blood starts rushing. Her eyes widen. Her cunt gets even hotter.
“That feeling?” I say, my hands shaking. “I don’t want to share it with anyone else.”
Chloe’s lips part and her eyes gleam. Beside us, one of the logs in the fire collapses, and the sparks and the ash drift into the air.
And then she sinks her drenched pussy back down on my cock.
She sighs as she pulls me into her, throwing her head back and grinding against my cock like she’s dragging me up inside her cunt to trap me there.
I’d let her, honestly. After six months in the ground, this is all I want—to lie down on the floor while Chloe pleasures herself on my dick, the firelight flickering along her skin.
She fucks me hard, almost as hard as I fucked her, bouncing up and down on my cock with enough force that my hips ache.
I don’t care. I’m too mesmerized by the sight of her tits shaking as she rides me, at the dark spot of blood on her throat from where I bit her.
I lick my lips and swear I can taste the salt of it again.
“You left me,” she pants, squeezing her pussy down tight around my cock. “You fucking left me.”
I run my hands up her thighs, the muscles taut with exertion. Chloe groans and then drops her head down, her eyes meeting mine, her body quivering. There’s an accusatory gleam in her gaze, and she grinds down harder, squeezing my dick like she wants to tear it off.
Somehow, I manage to sign, “Punish me for it.”
Chloe grunts and falls forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head, and pumps back and forth on my dick. Then she slaps me hard on the face. The sting is as beautiful as any kiss.
I grin. She does it again, and her fucking is wild and frantic. She’s getting close, though; I can feel it in the riot of her body. Her walls flutter around me, and her face twists in the firelight.
When she lifts her hands to hit me a third time, I wrap my fingers lightly around her throat.
That’s all it takes. Chloe’s hand falls as she screams out her pleasure and wrenches out of my grip to sit up and sinks all the way down on my cock again, her pussy spasming hotly around me.
As her orgasm fades, she slumps down, her hair falling into her eyes, her tits heaving from her still-quickened breath.
Don’t you dare fucking stop.
And I don’t intend to. I muster up all my strength and grab her by the waist and flip our positions, pressing her down on the floor. Chloe gasps and keens and squirms around my dick, but I pull out of her completely. I’ve already come in her once. I want to do it somewhere else, this time.
So I kneel, one leg on either side of her writhing body.
I grip my cock and point it at her pretty, swollen lips as I fuck my hand, her sweet arousal making the friction as smooth as honey.
Chloe watches me from under heavy lids, and with my free hand, I reach over and pry her mouth so I can see the lovely pink of her tongue.
And just in time. My orgasm hits me hard, and my cum spurts out in long pearly ropes across her chin, her cheeks, her waiting mouth. She jolts when it hits her, and it’s a jolt of pleasure. I feel it as surely as I feel the fire’s heat lapping at my skin.
“Eat,” I sign.
And she does, swallowing my seed down and then licking it away from her mouth with long, clean swipes of her tongue. Then she drops her head back, breathing hard.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
But I grip her jaw and force her to look at me.
“I’ve been dead for six months,” I say, keeping the movements slow and measured so I can feel her understanding as it happens. “And you told me not to stop.”
Something that feels like fear but isn’t actually flares hot and bright in her, and she makes that soft whimpering sound again.
Then I slide down to bury my face between her legs, to lap at her drenched, swollen cunt until she’s screaming my name.