EIGHT
PHOENIX
Look, was writing ‘MINE’ on her window in my cum a bit possessive?
Possibly. But, I’m a fucking monster, what do you expect?
I have spent centuries forging my path through this world and claiming my power.
So, yes. Sometimes I can get a little possessive.
This was… maybe a smidge more… intense than I normally am but there’s just something about this woman that is maddening.
The way her plump, peachy ass looks in this fucking pencil skirt she has on is enough to make even a normal man fall on bended knee and worship her. As a beast, I clearly cannot be held responsible for what I’m about to do.
“What’s the bet?” I ask her as I drag her curvy body back against me further. She’s the opposite of me in every way—soft where I’m hard, hard where I’m soft. She’s clearly a perfect fit for me, which must be the reason my human cock is aching for her.
“Mikhael is yelling at some underlings over there,” she says as she continues to roll her backside against me teasingly.
I’m certain she can feel how hard I am for her, how absolutely wild she’s driving me, even through our clothes.
My length is slotted right between her cheeks, and each roll of her hips has friction building between us.
“How long before he blows a gasket? I’m giving him under three minutes. ”
“I give him over three,” I reply as I lean in and take a long, deep breath against her neck.
Her hair smells like the floral shampoo she uses…
not that I slipped into her apartment after she left this morning and gathered information about her or anything.
Again, stalking is nefarious. This was just…
research. You have to know your competition, right?
“And if I win, which I will, because this guy is unhinged?” she asks. I don’t need a scope to see, as she does, even in my human form my eyes are exceptional. Mikhael does seem close to blowing a gasket.
“If you win, I’ll get down on my knees for you, Princess,” I purr against the shell of her ear before taking one of her dangling piercings she has in her cartilage and placing it between my lips. She shivers and a wave of satisfaction runs through me.
Her pleasure is mine.
“And if you win?” she asks, her tone becoming more breathy and airy with each passing moment.
A pleased smirk pulls at my lips and I can feel my body temperature rise, but I’m not able to control the heat coursing beneath my skin as I say the next words out loud. “Then you’ll be on your knees for me.”
She pauses for a moment. I can hear the erratic beat of her thundering heart. My grip tightens slightly on her hip, a willingness to grab her and never let go overtaking me.
“Deal,” she finally relents.
We watch with rapt attention as the scene unfolds in the building across from us.
Mikhael has some poor intern in his office.
He’s clearly not pleased about some news he’s recently received and is taking it out on the intern.
The vein in his temple is throbbing wildly.
Too bad for my Little Spark that I know Mikhael Zmeev, quite well, in fact.
And I know exactly what he looks like before he loses his cool. He’s not there yet.
“Two minutes in and he’s still just yelling and waving his arms,” I goad as I thrust my hips forward, reminding her just how hard I am for her.
The idea of her, on her knees, her pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, nearly has me spilling into my pants. I’ve already come in my hand twice for this girl though. The next time it’ll be on her or in her.
“There’s still time,” she responds but I can tell she’s getting nervous. “He’s almost there.”
He’s not. Mikhael Zmeev is a trained member of The Brotherhood, high ranking, right below the Pakhan himself. If he was about to strike, you wouldn’t suspect it. There’s a reason they call him The Wolf.
“Thirty seconds left,” I whisper in her ear before nipping the lobe.
Look, it’s not truly cheating. Sure, I could have disclosed that I know Mikhael and know his tells and that this bet is wildly unfair. But where’s the fun in that?
“Come on,” she whisper pleas, but I already know it’s too late. My cock twitches in my pants.
“Ten. Nine. Eight,” I count down for her as we watch Mikhael dismiss the intern with a sigh. He plops down at his desk and rubs his temple. “Seven. Six. Five.” Mikhael picks up the phone and begins calling someone. “Four. Three. Two. One.”
I pull the radio receiver out of my pocket and bring it up in front of us, letting her see. I flip the button and Mikhael’s deep voice filters from the other end.
“Yes, I would be eager to negotiate the final price,” he tells whoever he’s on the phone with, I assume the current owner of Ivan Tsarevich Riding the Grey Wolf, the priceless painting we’re after. “Tomorrow night at Lucy’s, yes. Seven?”
“You bugged his office?” Marisa asks, her jaw hanging open slightly.
“Work smarter, not harder, Moya Printsessa,” I respond quietly enough that we can still hear Mikhael.
“Very good. I will see you then,” Mikhael responds before hanging up the phone. I swiftly turn off the radio. We certainly don’t need to hear any more from him.
Time for my prize.
“I won, pretty girl. Hike up that skirt and get on your knees,” I tell her as I thrust my hips against her again, unable to control my feral excitement.
“Absolutely not,” she quips back. “I’m not scraping up my knees kneeling on this concrete.” She pushes her chin out, trying to look confident but I can smell the way she aches for me just as I ache for her. She cannot hide her desire from me.
Pulling away from her physically hurts. The beast beneath the surface singes my skin in protest.
“Mine. Mine. Mine,” he protests.
Sliding the soft leather from my shoulders, I place my jacket gently on the cement. With a cocked eyebrow, I motion towards the ground. Delight fills me as I watch her process my implication, her jaw falling open. Her irises light with indignation and I can see her preparing her rebuttal.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I tsk with my tongue. “A deal is a deal, Little Spark.” I tell her as my hands slip into my pocket, retrieving a matchstick and slipping it between my teeth.
The instant taste of sulfur calms me slightly. I can feel the flames rising, threatening to overtake me. And while I know I’d survive a flame out, I’m not sure Marisa would blow me again if I shot sparks down her throat.
She seems to hesitate for a moment, weighing her options before her eyes fall to the thickening bulge behind my pants.
I can hear her heart rate increase, the smell of her desire thickening.
She wants me. Very much to my surprise, without another word of protest, she begins to fall to her knees.
I bite down on the wooden stick so hard that it splinters in my mouth as she tilts her chin to look up at me from the ground.
Her blue eyes are alight with desire and her red hair hangs around her face in soft curtains that flow with the movement of the air around us.
“Good girl,” I praise as I reach out and cup her jaw. She leans into me, as if, subconsciously, she knows the inevitability that has already begun to consume me—she’s mine.
My thumb moves to graze the plump flesh of her bottom lip.
Before I can react, the little temptress sucks the digit into her mouth.
Her tongue rolls along the underside of my thumb as she sucks seductively.
The growl that leaves my chest in response is thoroughly not human; it’s feral and monstrous. If she notices, she doesn’t care.
“Can I?” she asks as I remove my thumb from her mouth. With shaking fingers, she reaches for the button of my jeans.
The beast in me roars to life, demanding I shift. He wants to pin her down, shove her ass up in the air, and claim her—right here and right now. But I push down my monstrous other half and take a steadying breath.
“Show me what you got, Little Spark,” I tell her, eliciting a small snarking glower from her that I absolutely adore. My girl is not one to back down from a challenge.
Her fingers pop the button of my jeans and my cock jerks.
She grins when she notices what the promise of her touch does to me.
Slowly, teasingly, she pulls down the zipper of my fly.
I feel as though I might combust when she takes her godsdamn time agonizingly pulling my pants and briefs down inch by inch, exposing more and more of my flesh, until finally, my aching cock is freed.
“Oh,” she gasps as she takes in the sight of me. Her eyes go wide with lust.
My human cock is certainly not as impressive as my double monstrous lengths; but it’s still fairly monstrous compared to most humans.
Her petite little fingers run gently, reverently up and down the silky smooth flesh as she takes in the size and girth of me.
Human women usually respond this way when they find out what I’m packing in my pants, but I’ve never felt such pleasure in impressing one as I do right now.
“Too big for you, Pr—,” I choke on my own words as her tongue darts out, dragging across my cock from base to tip.
“I’ve had bigger,” she quips before wrapping her lips around my cock and sucking me inside her sweet mouth.
Liar. I’m the biggest she’s ever had, the best she’s ever had, and I certainly will be the only one she has from now on.
“Fuck,” I groan as her head begins to bob, taking more and more of me with each pass. “Just like that, moya p?těn?c?.”
The praise pushes her to take me deeper, back into her throat.
I groan as the tip hits the soft and spongy flesh at the back.
She gags slightly but doesn’t stop. Her tongue begins to trace a vein along the bottom of my shaft and my head falls back as pleasure heats my spine.
I thread my hands through her silky, scarlet hair and guide her head, helping her take me.
Her thighs fall open and I notice her hips tilting.
“Does sucking my cock make you wet?” I ask her.
Her blue eyes raise to meet my hooded gaze. Tears are building around her lashline, threatening to smear makeup down her face. I can see the desire swirling on her face as she continues to bob up and down my length.
“Touch yourself,” I command, and she doesn’t hesitate. Her hand falls between her thighs, stroking her pretty little clit in time with her mouth’s ministrations.
I can’t hold back any longer. Watching her pleasure herself to the taste of me has me snapping. With both hands in her hair, I hold her head and piston my hips, taking over for her and letting her focus on bringing herself to completion while I fuck her face.
“So fucking beautiful,” I grit out between clenched teeth, the matchstick long since fallen from my mouth. “So fucking delicious.”
Spit flies from the corners of her mouth and black-stained tears run down her cheeks as she desperately tries to take everything I give her. The smell of spun sugar wraps around me and I can tell she’s close.
“You gonna come for me?” I ask as I feel my own release about to detonate.
One, two, three more thrusts and she does just that.
She screams around my cock, her throat constricting as her body seizes with pleasure.
I can’t help but follow her over the edge.
My vision blurs and a roar leaves my lips as rope after rope of sticky, sweet cum shoots down her throat.
She moans in delight as she sucks most of it down like a good girl.
When finally my pleasure begins to ebb, I pull back, breathing heavily.
Sliding from the warmth of her mouth pains me so, but I’m sure her jaw aches.
“You taste like…” she says between panting breaths, searching for the right description for my unique flavor. “Cinnamon whiskey.”
A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips. It’s one of my monstrous qualities that I choose not to hide.
Before I have a chance to figure out what she’s doing, she licks the remaining remnants from my tip.
Then she stands, brings a hand to my face and uses her fingers to push in my cheeks.
Instinctively, my lips fall open slightly.
And then, this mildly unhinged female spits the remnants of my own release into my mouth.
“Swallow,” she demands with the cock of a dark eyebrow. I comply, letting the sweet and smoky substance slide down my throat.
“You should probably take a break from the Fireball if your cum tastes like it, Pyro,” she quips as she pulls down her skirt and begins to walk back towards the door.
“Where are you going?” I call after her.
She turns, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I have recon to do. I’m not losing to you again.” She winks before pulling open the door and disappearing, leaving me and my quickly softening cock standing on the roof.