Chapter 10 #2
The cool night air hits my nipples, and they tighten to painful nubs, drawing a gasp from me as Killian takes one into his mouth and sucks.
I dare a glance at our shadow doubles, and they’re already tangled up in each other to the point where I’m not sure what I’m looking at. But a ghost of pleasure snakes up on my skin where Shadow Killian buries his face between my double’s thighs.
“Eyes on me, menace,” Killian rumbles, grabbing my chin forcefully and dragging my face back toward him. “Eyes only on me.”
Gods, his unhinged possessiveness makes me sopping wet, and I try to rub my thighs together, searching for any amount of friction to release some of the pressure building inside my core at blinding speed.
He pushes my legs apart, a vicious smirk playing on his lips. I whimper in response to the lack of contact.
“No, you don’t, umbra. You’ll feel pleasure and relief when I decide you deserve it.”
“Asshole,” I mutter between pants. This is literally torture. The best kind, but torture nevertheless.
Killian’s hands travel down my body, caressing the slopes of my breasts, mapping my skin as if he’s trying to memorize it, like he doesn’t know when he’ll have this chance again.
He reaches the waistband of the skirt and his smile turns wicked, hooking his fingers inside and tearing it apart in one swift movement.
“No need for this anymore.”
I’m completely naked under his heavy gaze and the great expanse of the night sky. I almost squirm under his intense scrutiny as he lowers his mouth to my core, breathing me in and whispering to himself, “A masterpiece indeed.”
The moment his tongue lashes out against my aching nub, I release a scream that echoes in the surrounding dunes.
His fangs graze my pussy before he delves deeper, fucking me with his unholy tongue like a male starved gorging on his last meal.
I feel his tongue deep inside me, and the pleasure is unbearable.
I try to wriggle free from his touch, to put some space between us before I lose the last strands of my sanity, but he’s having none of it.
His rough hands pin my hips further into the sand, his wicked tongue twisting brutally inside my cunt.
“Fucking mine,” he snarls against my flesh, and I’m too lost to sensation to challenge his claim.
He really is the greatest beast of prey in all Imiryion, and he’s devouring me like I’m the juiciest morsel he sank his claws into.
My body is burning up, my mind a mess, and just when I think I can’t take any more of this, he moves his head to the side and pierces his fangs into my thigh, drinking deeply from the artery there.
Liquid euphoria replaces the blood flowing through my veins, and my mind numbs to such a degree that all I can do is drown in the consuming rapture his fangs bring. He burrows his fingers into my upper thighs, feral noises coming out of his throat as he feeds with utter abandon.
He’s more monster than male right now, but I can’t bring myself to care. Not when every nerve ending in my body is painfully incandescent.
A guttural cry escapes my lips as I reach breaking point and my orgasm rampages through me like a horde of savage animals, tearing me piece by fucking piece. I melt into the ground, a puddle of ecstasy and scattered brain cells.
Killian rips his fangs out of me, my blood trickling down his chin, mixing with his own. His eyes are swallowed whole by crimson; his chest heaving, breath panting.
He is brutally beautiful, and I ache to have him inside me.
If he’s a monster, I don’t care.
He is my monster.
I will take his loathing and challenge it with my own, all for a chance to steal such moments with him.
“You are my poison, Aimee,” he whispers as he discards his pants and lines himself with my opening. And then he enters me with one punishing jerk of his hips, pushing inside me to the hilt.
Pain and pleasure erupt at the same time, awakening every cell that was lulled into a drunken stupor by my previous climax.
Killian
Her blood still lingers on my tongue as I bury myself between her thighs. I’m ravenous, desperate to consume her whole, to brand her as mine for the entire world to know, with my cock and my fangs.
I’ve been starving myself, feeding only enough to keep my strength, but no drop of blood I ingested tasted remotely as hers.
No, it all tasted like fucking rubbish, and I only realize now how empty I’ve been feeling inside.
How utterly devoid and lost I’ve been. Clinging to my grief and outrage, pushing her away yet desperately longing for her touch, her presence.
Her blood tastes cathartic.
Like life and death combined. Like flashes of a previous existence I can’t recall, but I know deep in my wretched soul that somehow I’ve belonged to her for epochs spanning across time itself.
My absolute weakness toward her angers me to no avail, and I pour all my wrath and desolation into the way I ram inside her without an ounce of forgiveness.
She meets my thrusts head-on, clawing at my shoulders, my chest, my back, leaving deep slashes with her fingernails that I know I’ll cherish long after this moment has passed. I wish I wouldn’t heal so damn fast so I could wear the scars she’s giving me on my flesh instead of in my soul.
“Gods, Killian,” she mewls in a raspy voice that twists my insides.
“Don’t fucking invoke your stupid Gods when I’m balls deep inside of you, umbra,” I growl. “I am your only fucking God.”
She nods, lost in the bubbling pleasure between us, and I narrow my gaze on the throbbing vein in her neck. It beckons me like the last dying light in a sea of darkness. My canines burn with insatiable greed, and I can’t stave myself off any longer.
I bite into her throat forcefully, and she arches her back in response, gripping my hair and pulling with abandon. Pain prickles at the back of my mind as I take mouthfuls of her essence, letting it glide through my veins and coat my insides in surrender.
She’s my undoing.
Her orgasm builds up more and more, and she’s clenching around me, holding me in a vice grip with her inner walls as she rides her high.
I can feel the languid way her blood flows through her veins, how her erratic heart is slowing down after the crest she just reached.
I tear my fangs out of her flesh, lapping the punctures to magically heal them, before I flip her onto all fours.
I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock as I take her in all her naked glory. The curve of her ass inviting me to get my fill, her toned legs buried in the sand, her arms bent before her and her head thrown back to look at me between curled lashes.
A few lone wisps of dark shadows travel from her skin to mine, curling around my wrist wantonly, my own responding immediately. Crimson and black blend in delicate swirls, chasing each other with feverish voracity.
I watch in awe how a fraction of our powers map out their mutual hunger on my skin, while our actual shadow doubles are lost in a sexual haze of their own doing.
Aimee’s double turns her head and takes a long look at my erection before dragging her shadowy gaze up my abs and past my shoulders, staring a second too long at my lips and throwing me a suggestive wink.
My double fists her misty hair and yanks her head back toward him, rumbling a sound of disapproval.
Ha! Not so fun after all, motherfucker, when you see your heart’s desire being openly lustful toward your duplicate. I make a mental note to get payback on him for fucking Aimee first, behind my back.
The little vixen in my grasp is pushing her sinful backside against my hips, rubbing her wetness alongside my cock and whimpering softly.
I can’t help but need to torture her a bit longer. I line my head with her entrance, pushing inside just an inch before withdrawing and slapping her left ass cheek. She yelps in surprise before moaning gutturally.
“More, Killian, please,” she begs without an ounce of shame, and I shudder in pleasure at how my name sounds like a perverted prayer on her lips.
I tease another inch before landing another slap on her other cheek.
“You want my cock, umbra?”
“Yes, Killian, please,” she moans, arching her ass high in the air as a depraved offering to the Gods.
To me.
I run my tip along her slit, pushing against her clit and withdrawing as soon as she gives any signs of unraveling.
“I’m not sure you deserve it, umbra. Are you a good girl?”
“I am, Killian,” she mewls with despair.
“Good girls do what they’re told, Aimee. They acknowledge who owns them.”
“Mmmm,” she purrs, lost in the carnality between us.
“Say you’re mine, umbra.”
She stutters, a prolonged pause before she sighs.
“I am my own, Killian,” she whispers, almost afraid to shatter the moment.
I frown.
Wrong answer.
I slap her rear on both sides at once, pushing inside her to the hilt.
“You. Are. Mine,” I roar, my anger returning tenfold as I ram inside her wildly.
The telltale prickles of my orgasm tighten my balls before I release inside her just as she trembles with her own climax.
I don’t linger afterwards. I push back on my knees, letting her go and sitting back on my haunches. My breath comes out in uneven spurts, my eyes roaming her naked flesh as she gathers herself from the ground and stands on shaking legs.
She looks over her shoulder at me, steel determination swimming in her golden gaze.
“This changes nothing between us,” she says coldly, before summoning her shadows back to herself with a flick of her fingers.
Covered in only black tattoos, she starts the trek back to the palace, her chin held high in regal poise.
Her parting words fill me with disdain.
She’s mistaken.
This changes everything.