Chapter Seven
Awakening
What a long fucking day. Going to breakfast turned into a trip to the hardware store for wood and caution tape, a stop at the pharmacy where my dad and a long-time friend had a thirty-minute conversation about tonight’s Buck Moon, and then on to meet my mom at the grocery store to figure out dinner together.
My leg is killing me, and all I want to do is lie down and sleep for twenty-four hours.
I fall back on my bed and cover my eyes with my arm.
Mom and Dad walked to the neighbor’s a block down the street.
Apparently, they are having a Moon Party—freaking weirdos.
I could have gone, but gazing through a telescope for hours to check out the surface of the moon close up didn’t sound exciting to me.
It could be the pain or this infernal itching.
I run my nails over the skin on either side of my wound, careful not to scratch it open.
A great weight lands on my chest, knocking the wind out of me.
“Damn it, Boozer.” I shove him off me. “Get down.” He licks the side of my leg, then grabs it with both paws, humping the air.
I yank my leg away from him. “Get out, you freak.” I point to the door, and he smiles up at me, his tongue dangling, utterly oblivious of boundaries.
I grab his collar, pull him off my bed, stick him in the hallway, and slam the door in his face, locking it behind me.
I collapse back on my bed, stomach first and close my eyes.
? ? ?
I wake up with a start, feeling the mattress sink at the foot of my bed. Did I forget to shut and lock my bedroom door? I thought for sure I did. My room’s pitch black except for a small amount of moonlight peeking through the drapes. “Boozer?” I say to the darkness.
A searing heat squeezes my ankle. I cry out, but something snakes around my throat, silencing me as I yank my leg back, sitting up quickly. Fiery eyes open slowly in the dark as the man-creature moans. “My Little Sinner, did you think I forgot about our deal?”
“Deal?” I say in a strained voice.
The full weight of him suddenly presses down on my chest, and I can hardly breathe. “You belong to me, that was the deal.” He releases his hold on my throat and growls in my face. “I saved your life, and now your body is mine.”
My breath quickens as he sits back and his tongue rolls from between his lips, disappears inside my shorts, the heat stinging my bare skin like the sun.
I squeeze my eyes closed as it curls around my underwear and slithers over my clit, stinging it sharply like a sudden burn from a hot stove.
“You can make this easy, or you can make this hard. Either way, there will be pain.”
I kick at him with my good leg, and his tail wraps around it and presses it firmly into the mattress. His face slowly morphs into the same one he used from the night of the accident, handsome yet terrifying. “Now, be good for Mastyx, and maybe you’ll enjoy this too.”
Mastyx, that’s his name—not Satan, Lucifer, or whatever.
His hand circles my throat and squeezes it delicately.
“I’m going to take what no one else has had before.
And every full moon going forward, I’m going to come for you and you will open your legs for me…
” His knee pushes between my legs, forcing them open.
“…You will not fight me. You will not try to stop me. Your body is mine to do with as I wish.”
Sweat rolls down my spine, soaking into my comforter. “And if I say no?”
He lifts his head to the ceiling, a sinister chuckle escapes his lips, sending chills through my body, hardening my nipples. “Don’t.”
I can’t let this happen. My mind races with ideas of what to do and how to prevent him from taking me.
Do I fight? Pray? I mean, would that even work?
Prickling courses through me, adrenaline flooding my veins, giving me a sudden surge of bravery.
I raise my knee and slam it hard into his heated cock.
He roars, his body separating from mine.
I unwedge myself from the front of him and race to my window.
I get my hands on the pane when something hot lashes across my calf, dropping me to the floor.
The window grows further away as he pulls me back toward him using his long tail.
I kick and scream as he hoists me upside down and holds me there, dangling like a piece of meat in a freezer waiting to be butchered.
“Hard way, it is.” His tongue lashes out at my shirt, cutting it off me in one quick movement before moving on to my shorts and underwear.
I thrash naked in front of him as a devious smile spreads across his face.
He scans my bare skin before pulling me close and dragging his nose across my clit.
I thrash my body, thrusting my midsection back, trying to tear away from him.
Tears spill over my forehead and drip onto my bedroom floor as he holds me at arm’s length with a grin of anticipation.
“Ahhh, the sweet smell of virginity,” he says in a low, throaty growl.
I fly across the room with a quick flick of his tail, my teeth sinking deep into my tongue as I bounce onto my mattress.
Metallic liquid spreads into my palate and dribbles out onto my chin.
He moves toward me in quiet footsteps, like an animal stalking its prey.
My eyes widen, and I use my feet to slide backward across my mattress until my spine strikes the headboard, stopping my retreat.
He crawls across the foot of my bed, and I kick out my leg.
He catches it mid-air and holds it tight, pulling me toward him.
I open my mouth to scream, but his other hand slaps against my mouth, knocking my lips into my teeth.
I wretch at his hand, trying to pull it off my face, but he’s too strong.
The hand holding my leg heats to an unbearable temperature, burning my flesh.
He releases my leg, and it drops to the mattress, no longer having the strength to fight.
His tongue slithers from his mouth, gliding down my inner thigh.
I swing my other leg at his head, and he catches that one, too.
Flames shoot from his eyes and glare down at my scar.
“Someone needs a reminder of who’s in charge. ”
Before I can react, his claws dig into my wound, pulling it wide open. Blood oozes onto my comforter as I grip his hand that’s covering my mouth with both of mine, and pull it away frantically. “Please stop!” I cry out.
“I warned you not to fight me, Little Sinner.” His fingers press further into my wound.
“I’ll stop fighting! Please, stop.” I shout, my face wet with tears.
His fingers exit my wound, and he rests his palm on the bleeding hole.
“Good girl.” He presses down hard, heating the opening like a hot poker in a flame.
I scream at the ceiling, my body soaking with sweat and shaking violently.
The pain is just as intense as the day it happened.
My eyes widen as he removes his hand, and the wound is closed—healed.
It’s as if he had never ripped it open. My head drops back on the pillow, my body exhausted and heavy with fatigue.
Although he’s stopped hurting me, the pain lingers like aching bones do with an approaching storm.
My breathing shallows, and most of my body relaxes, feeling defeated, but fear keeps my knees tight together.
His clawed hands slide over my knees and yank them apart.
He presses my thighs against the mattress and gazes down at his prize.
His tongue exits his mouth once more. It slithers along my inner thigh and grazes over my pussy lips, taunting me.
I gasp as it presses inside me slowly at first, stroking and caressing my tight entrance.
Without warning, he harshly plunges deeper inside.
I jerk away, the tearing sensation causing me to recoil.
He grips my hips and pushes further in, moving in and out, burning my delicate walls.
I stifle a scream as it singes its way through my organs.
Cramps fill my lower abdomen, and a torturous pain bursts inside me like my ovaries are exploding simultaneously.
His tongue retreats slowly into his mouth, and he smacks his smooth black lips.
“No one, not even new life, will ever be inside you again—no one except me. You are mine, Contessa—my Little Sinner.”
Blood pools beneath me, soaking my sheets. I weep openly as I realize what he’s done. I’ll never carry a child, ever. He’s destroyed all the internal parts required to make and carry a baby. The blood keeps coming, and I wonder if he’s going to sit between my legs and watch me bleed to death.
He wedges his body between my thighs, positioning his cock in front of my opening. “Now, to take what’s mine.”
My head launches forward as he grabs it and forces me to look down. “Watch.” I pinch my eyes closed, not wanting to see and feel what’s about to happen. My head shakes violently side to side, and his hot words filter into my ear. “Open your eyes and watch me take you.”
I force my eyes open and grit my teeth at the sight of his cock. The girth alone is the size of my wrist, and the length is nearly as long as my forearm. He’s going to tear me into two pieces.
He sits back a little, holding my head with one hand and guiding his cock before my pussy with the other.
A playful smile spreads across his face before a dark determination overcasts it.
Fire pierces my pussy, and I dig my heels into the mattress, trying to push away from him as he grinds into me.
I close my eyes, and he shakes my head, reminding me to keep my eyes on him.
He tilts his head back and moans at the ceiling, the veins in his firm, veiny neck popping out, black blood coursing through them.
His smooth, muscular chest drops onto mine, and his claws feed through my hair, gripping my scalp.
“Oh, Little Sinner, how tight you are for me.”