Chapter Ten #2
Inhaling her again, needing to know that this is my mate before me. Flattening my tongue, I lick up her leg, her blood fusing to my cells. Her essence binding to me.
The bond between us becomes stronger, the tendrils of fate strengthen the ropes our souls are tugging on to pull us together.
My mate.
My one.
My only.
My dream.
My beloved.
I have never wanted a woman the way I want her.
When I was the enforcer for Shallow Sinners, the biker bunnies were easy when or if I ever wanted them.
They knew the drill. I wanted nothing to do with them afterwards—not because I didn’t like or respect them—but because I didn’t have the emotional capability to give them more of whatever fucking life they wanted.
As for giving Lula what she wants emotionally, I know I’ll fall short there too. I was not created to love. Love complicates life, twisting the choices usually made into something better.
I don’t do better.
I want messy. I want death. I want blood on my hands.
Bad decisions are what fuel me. What kind of monster would I be if I did good deeds?
Her whimper when my tongue swipes close to her cunt pulls me from the path my thoughts were going down.
I will never be good for her, but I will always try to be. Everyone else though, can die by my hands. Their blood can rain from the clouds, and I will drown myself in every drop.
Her scent is too much for me as I continue to lick the wounds I’ve created. They slowly heal, from my blood, from my saliva; she will never need to worry about being hurt when I can heal her.
She impatiently grunts since she can’t speak, urging me for more. Lust drips down her thighs; the sweet treat smells too good to ignore. Gripping the inside of her legs, I yank them apart, ordering the roots to bind her ankles to the wall.
I want all access.
She gasps, her stomach rising and falling with every heavy breath. Her eyes are glazed with confusion, and her lashes are still wet from all her delicious tears.
Hopefully, she has more for me later.
Unable to stop myself, I lick up her inner thigh, gathering the liquid heat dripping from her cunt. A loud, rumbling growl vibrates my chest when the citrus perfume permeating from her blood is alive in her precome.
Groaning, I tilt my head back with my eyes closed, taking a moment to marvel at the delicacy of Lula.
“You taste so good, Little Dream. Sweet and bright like the sun upon my skin. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough.” Opening my eyes when she fades from my tongue.
Since I’m nearly the same height as her while I’m on my knees, looking at her is simple. Saliva drips from her lips, the ability to swallow hindered by the nightshade.
Opening my mouth, I catch the string of spit dangling from her bottom lip, needing to quench my thirst for every type of liquid she possesses. Stretching out my tongue, I catch the next droplet that falls, clutching her thighs with my claws.
She whimpers again, which causes me to tsk.
“Ah, ah, ah, so impatient. Let me discover you, Lulaaa,” I say in a hushed tone, the nightmare inside me clawing at my throat.
Lula whimpers again, doing her best to struggle against the roots. More flowers bloom across them, adding more poison to the air for her to inhale.
“Relax, Little Dream. I’m only the worst thing to ever happen to you.”
The wind blows through the window again, allowing her scent to wrap around me like a warm blanket. A purr trills in my chest when my thick, long tongue slips through her lips, rolling over her clit.
Her thighs tremble from the touch. I do it again and again, the worst of me expanding beyond my body, engulfing her in my shadow. It’s as if the moon slipped in front of the sun, casting us into darkness.
I feast, sucking her clit in between my fangs, loving that my poison keeps her still, yet she can feel every pleasurable thing I do to her. She has no control over herself. In time, I hope she learns to relinquish herself to me, and I’ll give her everything she’s ever yearned for.
“You are everything I desired, and nothing will keep me from having you.” I dive my tongue inside her, plunging it in and out.
Sucking each lip into my mouth, I groan, nibbling the sensitive flesh with my fangs. Breaking the roots holding her down, I lift her legs onto my shoulders, allowing me to bury my head between her legs, getting lost in her beautiful cunt.
Her taste is a peaceful river, flowing endlessly into my mouth and sliding down my throat the way water drips upon the skin. A primal hunger surges through me, a heat I can’t explain. Every nerve-ending is on fire for her, my beasts growling and clawing at my insides to claim her.
She will be claimed.
Whether she likes it or not.
By the time the sun rises, she will wear my mark on her neck for all to see.
I’m not that dumb. I know there are other monsters here. I see them, and I know they can sense me. I can’t have my mate walking around without my mark or without my scent! What kind of man would I be if I allowed other males to think she is available?
I would have to kill so many. As much as I would love that, I’d rather have her smell of me. I want to know I’ve done everything in my power to bind her to me, and now that I have her here, naked, bared to me, I want nothing more than to breed her.
I think it’s the only way for my beasts to calm down. My skin crawls with need. I feel the monsters that make me stretching my skin, pushing at my bones to consume her.
Gliding my nails up her inner thighs, I push one finger inside her slick cunt. One finger is three of hers, wide and long, and even finger fucking her won’t be enough to prepare her for my cock.
Reaching between my legs, I stroke myself, giving into the need to relieve the ache. I twist my palm over the tip, gathering the precome with every stroke that brings me closer to devouring her.
She whimpers again, this time it’s higher-pitched, as if she’s trying to scream. Glancing up, her lips are parted, and her eyes roll to the back of her head as her orgasm has her thighs tightening around my head.
Knowing she came because of me has my own orgasm threatening, but I hold off. I want every fucking drop to go inside her. That’s where it belongs—where I belong.
Standing, I don’t wipe my mouth. I want her to see how my lips shine from how wet I made her.
Roots travel up her body, twisting around her nipples, pulling gasps from her, and I place one arm against the wall while the other wraps around her neck.
“Let’s see what you fear the most, Little Dream. Let me in.” I smash my lips to hers, wanting her to taste herself, wanting to feel the give of her pillow-soft lips against mine.
Maybe one day, when she won’t run from me, and I won’t have to use my nightshade against her, she’ll kiss me because she craves it.
“Let me in,” I whisper against her lips, my nightmare drifting into her lungs with every breath I give.
I close my eyes, allowing my mind to travel to her subconscious, wanting her fear more than I have ever wanted anything else in this world.
“Interesting,” I say to myself in a soft, curious rumble.
I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t this.
I’m in a deserted city. Cars are in the middle of the roads.
Some have crashed into one another; others are parked with doors open and windows busted.
Weeds have overtaken the city. Vines have crawled up traffic lights and lamp posts, slithering, haunting greenery that is slowly taking over the city.
Everything is empty.
There are no children.
No pets.
No wild animals.
It’s as if everyone has vanished.
The skyscrapers get lost in the low-hanging clouds. The windows don’t even shine from the buildup of dirt and dust.
I begin to walk, curious as to why I am here, why her subconscious would take me to such a desolate place.
The first ice-cold chill seeps into my skin. I pause, flipping my palm over to catch a snowflake. When it melts, I gasp for the first time when I hear a child scream.
I wipe the water onto my jeans, questioning why the scream has made my chest hurt. I clutch my heart, wishing I could rip it free from my chest from the amount of pain that singular scream brought me.
I had forgotten that the snowflakes are memories, forgotten or not, allowing my nightmare to feed and decide what to scare them with next. It’s information. It’s survival, but with Lula, it feels…like an invasion.
“Hello?” Lula’s voice has me lift my head.
She’s distant. I can’t tell where she is.
“Hello! Is someone there?” she cries out again. “Anybody? Hello!”
I follow the sound of her voice, that is twitched with panic. Speeding to her in less than a few seconds, I duck behind a large truck, peering out its window. My eyes find her spinning in a circle every few steps, hoping to see someone behind her.
“Hello?”
Her fear smells…impeccable. I inhale, the nightmare strengthening in a way I’ve never felt before. Her fear not only feeds me but empowers me.
Looking down, I grin when I see a loose stone. Grabbing it, I throw it over the car, and it lands behind Lula.
She spins around so fast, she loses her footing, catching herself at the last second.
“H-Hello?” Her voice sounds so small, so fragile, and there’s that fear again, quaking her voice. “Is someone there? Anyone? Please! Call out. I’ll come to you. You don’t have to fear me.” She waits for anyone to reply, but all that meets her is the light patter of snow falling.
“No.” She shakes her head, whispering in denial.
Lula dashes into the store, shouting at the top of her lungs. “Is anyone here!”
Crashes sound from inside, the chaos making me grin. Her fear is unlike anything I have ever tasted. It’s as if I’ve pressed myself onto a live wire, allowing the buzz and electricity to flow through my veins.
The window of the business shatters, and when I peek around the truck, I see Lula standing there, heaving, and a chair lying in broken glass on the sidewalk.