Chapter Four #3
Ripping the remaining shredded pieces of pants from her, I drop the scraps to the floor. My eyes slide up and down her body, my cock emerging from the sharpened teeth.
“Tell me, Lula, have you ever been devoured inside and out before?” I straddle her legs, my cock dragging across her stomach, large puddles of precome pooling on her navel as my want for her drips free.
“Let me give you a little tease of what the rest of your life is going to be like.” Roots begin to snake free from my body, wrapping around her ankles.
Tugging her legs apart, I tie one ankle to the bedpost, then the other. I do the same with her arms, wanting her spread out before me like a meal waiting to be ravaged.
She groans again, turning her head in the other direction on the pillow. Goosebumps arise on her skin as I skim the tip of my claws down her thigh. The flesh gives in warning not to press any harder, or I’ll cause her to bleed.
I wonder how much she can take before she screams for me.
“I bet you’ll wonder what you did in life to be cursed with a monster like me.
The truth is, I don’t know what you did to be damned to a twisted, unfortunate soul like me.
It’s too late to make it right. Whatever wrongs you’ve made in your life for Fate to deem me your other half, I’m not going to complain one bit. ”
The roots travel up her body, veining outward by cupping her tits. I’m able to sense everything through my root system. I must have nerves that connect me to them. The glide of her skin strokes the nightshade’s lifeline, and my entire body shivers.
Snapping her straps and panties off her, she lies under me completely bare for my monstrous eyes to see.
A growl builds in my throat, the roots retreating so I can take her in fully, only to expose a small tattoo right in the space between her hip and pussy.
Such a delicate area.
I bend down, licking the small tattoo with a smile when I read that it says, ‘Thrill Me.’
“I’m starting to see why you were bound to me.” Even her skin tastes better than any amount of blood I’ve ever tasted. A wave of citrus explodes over my tongue as if I’ve sucked from an orange, and the juice is flowing down my throat.
“I’ll do so much more than thrill you, Little Dream.” I drag my fang down her inner thigh, wanting nothing more than for her skin to break so she bleeds.
I’m parched, and I know she’d quench my thirst.
“Such a perfect body. It’s a shame that I’m going to destroy it every night.” Curling over her small, fragile body that I could easily break, I hover my lips above hers. Her exhales puffs against my mouth, and my eyes roll back as I breathe her in.
Why do I want to be inside her skin? I want to be swimming in her veins. I want to be her bones, the skeleton that keeps her body intact.
I’m close, but I’m not close enough.
I lie my cock onto her stomach, the tip pressing against her chin, the length the size of her torso. I’d kill her. I’d have to rip through organs for her to take every inch of me.
Licking the shell of her ear, I whisper, “I’m not sure how you’d survive that.”
Blood. Give her blood.
A voice in the back of my mind has me pressing my wrist against the anglerfish’s mouth, slicing it across the teeth.
I moan, my cock jerking from the pain. Black smoke drifts from the cut, and I press my wrist against her mouth, my orgasm crashing through me when she inhales as a piece of me settles into her DNA.
I come over her chest, ropes of black drenching her breasts. There’s so much that it drips down her sides and onto the bed, my scent embedding into her pores.
“You smell so good when you’re drowning in me.” I draw a heart in the come, then write ‘Mine’ on the inside.
My soul settles a little when I see my mark on her. She’s inhaled my smoke, has my come on her chest, and the last thing I want to do is see what she fears.
I want her to remember me tomorrow. I want her to know she had bad dreams all night and was restless. She’ll be so confused, but she’s a detective, she’ll figure it out.
She’ll realize that someone is stalking her.
And I can’t wait until she does.
I’ll leave her alone for now. I want to start small, igniting her confusion.
“I’ll be back for you, Little Dream,” I whisper into her ear, hoping she can hear me in her subconscious.
Wanting to give her a taste of what’s to come, those roots slip around her neck, and the nightshade berries bloom into beautiful purple flowers. Lula breathes in, the poison sinking into her body. I notice the moment she can’t feel a thing.
Her eyes open to the horrid view of me. She tries to scream, but she can’t.
I don’t say a word. Instead, I reach between her legs and pinch her clit, wondering if she has sensation there or if the nightshade truly takes all sensations away.
She lies frozen, her amber-colored eyes watering as they look at me. So round. So wide. They are like moons high in the night sky, and I’m the complete wreckage of a furious sea, a high tide that will drown her.
Her fear is evident. It smells of sunlight, a warmth I crave on my skin.
“Lula-lala-la-la-laaa,” I sing, the nightmare darkening the entire room.
And yet, the same scent is paired with her fear, just like it was in the alleyway.
Lust.
My mate loves this.
The roots tighten around her throat, threatening to kill, but I won’t. I’ll kill everyone in this town before I ever threaten the beat of her own heart.
More of the roots climb up her body, then braid together to create a thicker one. It slips between her pussy lips, dragging itself up and down.
She’s so wet.
“My naughty, little dream craves what she doesn’t understand. Just as much as I love to taste fear, you love to experience it, don’t you?”
Lula tries to scream, doing her best to tug at her restraints. Her eyes drift left, then right, curious about what is holding her.
“You can’t get away from me, Lula.” I lean in, allowing her to see the monster that belongs to her. A fresh tear drips down her cheek, and I lick it free, gathering the sweet, salty liquid. “You can try.” I pat her cheek, squeezing her chin just as the braided root slips into her entrance.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, the sweet, succulent scent of pleasure sparking the air. The nightmare craves the darkness trapped inside her mind, begging to be set free.
Fucking her with the root, my own desire builds as I feel how tight and wet she is, as if it were my own cock experiencing the soft grip of her soaked cunt.
Lula’s eyes land on my cock, widening further if that’s possible, when she sees how big and thick I am. She gives a small shake of her head, afraid of what’s to come.
“I’m all yours, Detective.” I lick her lips. “Every.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and moan. “Inch.” Thrusting into her, the anglerfish light unravels for the first time at the base of my cock, illuminating the dark space.
I still haven’t figured out what it’s for, but I will.
Lula screams the best she can, but like all the others, it’s more like trying to shout while having a nightmare.
You can’t.
You’re paralyzed.
And that’s no different now.
Removing the root, I bring it to my mouth and suck her nectar free.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” I release her ankles from their restraints, her skin red and bruised from how tight they were.
Lifting her hips, I watch her cunt swallow the root again, the light wanting to slip inside with it. I allow it, curious as to what it will do.
“Don’t fear me, Lula. I’m only here to make all your nightmares come to life.” In the next thrust, the light slips in with the root, and her insides are able to be seen.
It travels up, stopping just where her womb is.
It’s showing me where I need to be in order to breed her. I growl in appreciation, loving my new abilities even further.
My cock continues to drip onto her bed, wanting nothing more than to bury itself as deep as possible.
To my surprise, Lula begins to rock against me, taking the root deeper. Pinching her clit, she keens, tossing her head back as an orgasm sweeps its way through her.
My thighs become wet with splashes, and as I peer down at her pussy, liquid squirts all over me with each tense of her orgasm.
Marking me.
I slip the root free, lift her hips, and bury my tongue inside her, wanting her to come again to quench my thirst. The longer I’m with her, the more I want, the more I fucking need.
I want her body, blood, bones, and everything in between.
My fangs slice her sensitive skin as I feast, blood trickling into my mouth with every roll of my tongue. She tastes so good that I can’t help but groan, drinking her down as if I’m a dying man.
Her body begins to tense, her hips grinding down onto my tongue, wanting to come again.
Just as she is about to come, I pull my mouth free and grip the broken headboard with my hands, leering down at her elegant face. Her eyes are almost neon yellow from the tears brightening her eyes. Her cheeks are decorated in a damp sheen.
“You love terror, Little Dream?” I drag my claw down her cheek, leaving another scratch, and she squeezes her eyes shut, giving the slightest shake of her head since she can’t move much more than that.
Gripping the headboard harder, the wood breaks within my grasp, and I lean down, loving to see how she cries for me.
“You ache for the adrenaline of the unknown.” I press my nose against her hair again, smelling all the lies she’s told herself over the years to justify what she craves.
She shakes her head again, causing another tear to break free.
The roots tighten around her throat again, this time, cutting off all air supply.
“Don’t lie to me,” I roar so loud, the entire house shakes on its weak foundation. “I smell it on you.” I reach down, cupping one of her breasts in my hand.
I engulf her. So small. So delicate. How is such a fragile human capable of handling me?
“I can smell how much you crave more than the boring, ordinary life you are forced to live.” I tweak her nipple, and she moans, her wet lashes reflecting the light.
Closing the distance between us until my lips are a ghost against her, I smile.
“Can you smell yourself on me?” I breathe into her, pressing my thumb against her bottom lip until the flesh turns a lighter shade.
She nods.
“You smell so fucking good. Imagine how you taste.” I press my lips against hers, knowing she is unable to kiss me back.
Not that she would.
Her arousal doesn’t lie, though. It spreads into the air with every motion of my lips against hers. I slip my tongue against her, hoping she can taste why I’m so addicted to her.
Pulling back, I stare into her confused eyes, her lips beckoning me for another kiss.
“Tell me what you fear, Lula?” The black smoke drifts into her nose, and the gorgeous yellow tint of her eyes is filled with black raging seas that drip down her face.
A horn blares outside, then voices shout from seeing the accident. I pull out of her mind, sheathe my roots from her wrists, and she falls unconscious again.
“Another time. I’ll be seeing you soon.” I kiss her forehead, hating to leave her.
I know before I step foot out of this house, I need to do more to claim my territory. This house, this woman, everything inside of it, around it, belongs to me.
Entering her bathroom again because I know there are many things I can defile in here. Taking a peek at her sleeping, I rummage through the medicine cabinet, not finding anything of value that I can ruin with my scent.
Grumbling under my breath, I bend down to open the cabinet below and smack my head on the counter, growling at the damn thing being in my way.
Rubbing the spot on my forehead, I rummage through the bottles of skincare. How much skincare could one woman have? The entire cabinet is full.
“Perfect,” I mumble with a smile, holding a container that is a charcoal face mask. Twisting off the top, I grin, walking over to Lula’s bedside, and swipe my come from her chest and into the bottle.
I twist the lid back on, give it a good shake, and place it back where I found it.
Yes, that’s exactly what I needed to do. I feel better knowing she will smell of me every time she goes to pamper herself after a long day. I write her a quick note on the mirror before leaving the bathroom.
Grinning, I’m unable to walk by her without giving her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll see you soon, Little Dream.” My heart tugs with every step I take away from being by her side.
Dragging myself away from my obsession, I stand in her kitchen, not liking how bare it is. The smell of coffee invades my senses, and it tickles the inside of my nose. I’ve never been the biggest fan of coffee. If Lula does, then I’ll make sure she always has her caffeine.
I follow the scent of coffee, wanting to know what kind she likes. I want to know everything about her. What she loves, what she hates, what she craves, anything, everything. I need to know.
Opening the cabinet, I pull out a giant fucking bucket of Colombian medium roast. My roots begin to slither down my arm, giving me another idea to infiltrate everything she consumes.
Popping the lid off, I break a root from my arm and crush it in my hand, to the point it’s just dust, and sprinkle it on top.
Whistling to myself, I snap the lid on, give it another shake, and slide it back into the cabinet as if it never left.
Blurring out of the room, I sit on the couch, the entire piece of furniture threatening to break from how much I weigh. I place all the pieces of paper out on the table to dry, reading each case as if it were my own.
Four cases she’s wasting her sweet time on when her time needs to be spent on me. One I’ve already taken care of.
Standing, the sofa snaps in half, and I roll my eyes at how dramatic her furniture is being about my weight.
“Have sweet dreams,” I whisper in the dark to her, as I fade into her home.
Lula-lala-la-la-laaa.