32. Janie
Chapter 32
Janie
M y hands shook as I shoved the keys into the ignition. A swirl of confusing feelings cascaded through my system. Was it from the date? The fucking amazing and soul-consuming kisses from Meical? Guilt from the way I played the role of the horny and needy girl? I wasn’t horny for him, though. I needed something, but they were dark and illicit shadows that could change their shape and form.
“I can feel your emotions. Are you feeling guilty about the way you acted with him?” he asked as he stared ahead.
“I did what I was supposed to do. I did it well. That wasn’t me. You say you know me.”
He laughed lightly. “No, because you should have been at home, on your knees, playing a different role for me.”
A tentacle eased up my arm and feathered my neck. I swallowed before hitting the brakes. “You can’t do that. I’m trying to drive here. Also, you turn everything into sex.”
The shadow moved. “Fine.”
Pushing the gas, I drove home. “Are you saying you’re jealous? Of that guy? You know I have no interest in him. ”
“You don’t show any to me either.”
He has to be lying because he tells me every time that I’m aroused. Unless he’s talking about the flirting. The touching. The everything I don’t do with him. “I . . . maybe I’m struggling. All of this is so much.”
“You don’t remember all your dreams with me. Only the ones that make you scream in pleasure. Those were more recent,” he whispered as a tendril crept up my other foot.
“What do you mean?”
“In the beginning, I wanted to get to know you. I meant to only consume your happiness. Your other random emotions, but it would’ve taken too long. I wanted you now. It was quicker with sex.”
“Was it always the dreams?”
Silence.
“Meical! Was it always just dreams?”
“No. And I’ve told you that. Not in person. It was the shadows. They are easier to form when low on energy than my corporeal body.”
I parked the car, stepped out, and blew out a breath. Meical stepped around the car and a shadow wrapped around me. A zip of comfort swirled in me and he pulled me close to his body. His head leaned against mine as he whispered, “As much as you try to fight me, I can feel every want you have. What I know is you want me.”
I looked up into his pitch black eyes. “Then why are you mad at me for what I did in there? He’s not the one. So I’ll have to do it again. Are you going to get mad at me for being a good actor?”
“I’m going to help you with your friend, but I want you to try. You’re not allowing me a fair chance. I’ve tried my best to show you I need you. You gave me life again. I’m indebted to you. I’ll raze the ground of anyone that dares hurt you. Which means we find your friend. I’m hurting for you .” The shade of his skin darkened as he stood in the parking lot. I didn’t want anyone to witness him turning into a monster.
“You’re monstering out in the middle of a parking lot,” I whispered.
“I see all. We’re safe.”
“In the houses, through the windows? Please, can we go inside?”
He smiled. More fangs than teeth right now. He was losing control. But how long had he been losing control? That kiss in the parking lot was indecent. My insides fired up because every single one was practically profane. The way my body reacted whenever he touched me, or when a tendril slid over my skin, sent my core aflame. And he knew it. I couldn’t hide from him. Nothing was ever going to be private again.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I whispered. “I feel violated. We keep spinning around this. Your relationship started with me the moment you found me, but mine started with you the day you ate my would-be rapist. I don’t know you.”
Another tendril slithered under the edge of my shorts. “We’ve gone over this before. Your body knows me. You need to trust it. Trust me.”
“Everyone else has hurt me. How do I know you won’t?” I whispered weakly.
“Trust me,” he said. The tendrils unwrapped themselves from me and Meical’s hands slipped around me and hugged me. “Let’s get you inside. I know you’re not comfortable. ”
I barely protested as he picked me up and walked me into the apartment. He sat me on the ground by my bed as his fingers slipped around my waistband. The heat of his skin made my core clench, and he groaned in appreciation. A flurry of movement on the other side of the room was a shadow, grabbing my favorite pair of pajamas. While I was distracted, Meical’s hands pulled down the shorts. He leaned forward and kissed up my legs.
“Meical,” I said.
“Let me.”
“You just want my emotions.”
“I want you. And I want you to feel good. I want to serve you. ”
He approached the juncture of my thighs, and his tongue reached out. When he touched my panties and fishnets, my body immediately jolted. His claws scratched at the surface of my skin as he gripped the edges of them. Roughly, he said, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
His claws slid down my thighs as the sounds of the fabric ripping echoed around the room. “Hey!” I shouted.
“I’ll buy you more. I’ll buy you anything you want. Just let me eat.”
In a few seconds, my clothes were hanging in tatters around my waist and thighs. “So pretty.”
My heart raced as he lurched forward. His tongue hit my mound, and I rocked into his face. As he burrowed deeper into me, he placed one leg on his shoulder. He moaned as his mouth devoured me. Tendrils wrapped around my body, supporting me instead of the bed. Another one slid up my thigh and entered my pussy with ease. The slick popping sound as it pounded inside me rang around me. Everything felt so shameful, but the desire lighting up my body disagreed. Meical wasn’t quiet as he raced to get me to orgasm; his moans were audible between my legs. This wasn’t the first time. How many nights had he made me cum with his cock or tentacles, either through dreams or in person? A tendril slipped under my shirt and slipped it over my head. More tendrils raced across my body, tightening and pulsing, like a weird shibari. The tendril in my pussy thickened at the base and his licking increased in speed. Everything was building up. The leg I was standing on shook as I got closer to that cliff. His fingers tightened around my thigh and the prick of his claws spread pain through my body. That bit of pain pushed me over the edge. I rocked harder against his body. My hands reached out and grabbed his horns—he must have fully monstered out. He moaned louder into my body as I squirted all over his face. The slick dripping down my thighs and ass onto his tendril and him. Once I could feel the orgasm receding, I let go of his horns. He pulled away and licked his lips.
“I knew that would be even better in person. You taste so lovely.”
“Get that tentacle out of me.”
He glanced at my pussy. It looked so weird with the tendril inside. “It knotted inside you. Give me a few minutes.”
“I thought you could control them.”
“Not all the time. Did you like it? You came when it inflated.”
“I came when you dug your nails into me.” He looked at the sides of my thighs and licked the marks.
“Sorry. Blood.” He did the same on the other side.
Meical stood up and pulled me into his arms. I guess a shadow can move, and it did while he took me to the bed. “I can control the size of my cock. Inflate it, knot you. Everything . . . if you just give me a chance.”
I sighed and rolled into his arms. “I’m tired, Meical. Can we not talk about it right now?”
He nodded. It felt weird to still have the sensation of being full as I fell asleep, but I couldn’t help it.