Chapter Eleven
His lips are a shock, bringing me back to the real world and out of the horrible nightmare he induced.
I should be furious. If I’m honest, a part of me is. And confused. So confused as to how this is happening and why, but it can wait.
All of it can wait.
His kiss is much softer than I expected it to be. It’s still rough from the sharp points of his fangs grazing against my lips, and the strength he holds in his kiss alone is something new for me.
But I love it.
He is exactly what I have craved my entire life. The thrill. The adrenaline. The fear. I never thought it was because I’m meant to be more. I’m meant to belong to a monster.
To Shade.
His tongue is thicker and longer than mine, twisting around mine with dominance. The roots binding me loosen, helping me down until I can stand on my own, which breaks our kiss.
He growls with every rise of his chest, the black pools of his eyes hooded with lust. Without saying a word, he picks me up, slamming my back against the wall, then wraps my legs around his waist.
I can’t focus. I’m lightheaded. Looking down at my arms, I’m still bleeding, yet I can’t feel my body.
Am I still dreaming? What if the only time I can see him is in my dreams?
“Mine,” he snarls, grabbing his cock and guiding it to my pussy.
If my eyes could fall out of my head from shock, they would. There’s no way he is going to fit inside me. His cock is as wide as his wrist and at least two feet in length, if not more.
His claws dig into my scalp, grip my hair, yanking my head back, and Shade strikes. His fangs sink into my neck, dragging the blood directly from my vein. My body heats, an intense fever that has a sweat breaking out over my body.
I don’t know what’s happening to me. I can’t move my arms or legs, but I can feel everything else.
When his tongue brushes against mine, when the tips of his claws bite into my skin, when he pulls blood from me, it’s all sensations causing my brain to short-circuit.
I don’t think this is real.
He retracts his fangs, a root wrapping around my throat in a tight vise. I gasp for breath, blood rushing to my head.
“One day you will want me the way I want you,” he sneers, grabbing his cock and pushing it against my pussy that struggles to stretch for him. “But you will learn to.”
Unable to move my head, I peer down, my stomach twisting when I see what else is down there. The teeth are sharp, retracting in a way that reminds me of a bite. Something long and wire-like unravels from the base of his cock, a bright light glowing at the very tip.
It stretches to the length of his cock, entering me as Shade does. He is too big. Too thick. Too much. I try to beg him to stop, to not go any further, but I can’t speak. Whatever he did to me has rendered me useless.
“You’re going to take every fucking inch of me too. It will hurt, but you won’t be able to beg me to stop.” He grips my chin, a smug smirk tugging his lips. “And I am glad you can’t.”
He drives inside me in one full thrust, uncaring that he is too big for my body. Blood drenches his cock as he tears my insides apart.
“Oh, isn’t that a pretty sight?” He moans, drifting his finger across the end of his shaft. “Christening what belongs to you, Little Dream?” Shade chuckles, sucking his finger into his mouth. “As you should. I’m all yours.”
And that terrifies me.
His nostrils flare. “So much fear. If you keep smelling that good, I’m not going to lasttt,” he hisses the last word again, his voice being possessed by the nightmare.
I can’t breathe. He stretches me beyond belief.
I feel him everywhere.
In my skin, threatening my bones, tearing any organ that is in his way.
The fin on his back tenses, spiking into sharp points with every thrust he gives me. Blood begins to pool in my mouth, and I try to scream, but I’m silenced due to the poison in my system.
He’s killing me.
He sniffs the air again, growling. “You love being in death’s grip, don’t you?”
I whimper, hating that he is right, but if this is how I die, I can’t think of a better way to fade from existence.
“Don’t worry, Lulaaa. I won’t kill you, but you’ll come close.”
My ribs break, snapping in half like a twig. I cough up blood, spewing it all over his face and chest. Shade’s wide tongue licks his lips, his fangs gleaming in a red-tinted smile.
Without warning, he pulls out of me, a gush of blood following and splashing onto the floor. The roots binding me to the wall release me, and I fall onto the floor, crumbling in weakness.
I wheeze, struggling to catch my breath.
I thought he was done, but he pulls my arms back, popping them from the sockets, then mounts me from behind. His giant cock easily drives into me again, his hands gripping my hips so hard, they crack.
He’s breaking me.
And the most fucked up part is that I like it. This is what I have always craved. I’m thankful I can’t feel the painful parts, but I know there will be a day when I do—that I’ll want to feel the pain he inflicts on me.
The poison is starting to wear off slightly. There’s a tingle in my fingers and toes. That could be from losing so much blood. It’s starting to pool under my body, and with every punishing thrust of his hips, we slide through the slippery puddle.
Flipping me over onto my back, the blood splashes around me, decorating my arms in droplets of crimson rain.
My vision begins to blur. His magnificent body is easily still able to be seen. He towers over me. Every limb is as thick as a redwood tree trunk. His veins are black, the roots slither along his skin like snakes, and his abs are carved bricks, tensing with every flex of his hips.
He’s beautiful and deadly, the combination my soul has been starved for.
Glancing down, my stomach and chest bulge from his cock, the skin stretching, my body breaking itself to accommodate him.
“That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good, Lula.
You’re sick for me, aren’t you? Hating that you need something as disturbing as me to come.
” He runs his hands up my body, engulfing my breasts with his palms. “So fucking perfect for me. All of you.” He glides his hands down my curves, surprising me with the ease of his touch compared to the violence he continues to deliver with every push.
“All of you is made for all of me,” he says more to himself with a slight confusion twisting the arch of his brow.
He bends down, snagging my lips in another kiss, his tongue slipping into my mouth.
I want to kiss him back. I want to experience what he is experiencing, and all I can do is lie here, taking what he gives me.
“Such a beautiful body for such a decrepit soul.” He slips his hand under the back of my head and lifts me, slicing his throat, and his lip curls, my gaze landing on his long fangs. “Drink. Be damned to me for all eternity, and I will protect you with my life.”
The blood that spills out of him drifts into the air, floating like smoke, trying to reach the clouds.
“Drink and I will give you the thrill you so rightfully deserve.”
Not having to think twice, I lock my lips onto his wound, drinking whatever flows in his veins that pumps his immoral heart. Shade moans, slamming his fist down onto the floor, snapping the hardwood floors.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come. Your lips feel so good on me.”
His blood does something to me. My insides feel odd, as if my organs are shifting and my wounds are healing.
“You already had my blood inside you, but you needed more. The more you have, the more you’ll be able to accommodate me.” He pets the back of my head, then locks his own teeth on the back of my neck, igniting a loud cry from me as his bite is harder.
The more his teeth sink into me, the more I know he is about to rip the flesh from my bones. He growls, continuing to fuck me without care of hurting me. A tug within my chest forms, filling the cavity with emotions that aren’t my own.
Rage, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, fills my chest, followed by obsession, possessiveness, happiness, and a hint of sadness that I can’t understand.
I think these emotions belong to Shade. I don’t understand how or why I can sense them, and I don’t mind.
Feeling him within me has me closer to him.
I can almost hear the whispering hiss of the nightmare inside my head.
He’s right there, pushing to breach my thoughts, but can’t.
Ripping his fangs free, his hand lands in the middle of my chest, pushing me backwards until the cold floor presses against the warmth of my back.
I don’t feel as dizzy now that I’ve had more of his blood. His cock almost slips out, then eases in again, only to not go as deep. The bulbous light that slipped into me with his shaft illuminates my insides. He continues to inch forward, the light acting like a guide.
I gasp when I feel a pinch. Watching in both horror and fascination, the light glows bright, revealing my womb to Shade. A low guttural sound thunders in his chest, becoming louder the deeper he enters me. Roots keep my legs spread.
“You’ll be a good girl, Little Dream, and take every fucking drop of me.
We won’t leave this room until you’re bred and your cunt is overflowing with my come.
You’ll be claimed, mated, and owned by me.
” He slips his hand up my thigh, up to my stomach, and outlines the thick ridges of his cock stretching my belly.
“Lulaaa,” he hisses, the sinister shadow within him pulsing from his skin with every stream of come that fills me. “Can you feel it? My little parasite is swimming around in your womb, gobbling up my come and your eggs. Just wait until it latches on.”
The bulb’s brightness fades when his come encompasses it, extinguishing the light.
And when it does, there’s a pinch of pain before the most intense orgasm courses through my body, my muscles clenching around his girth, drinking in his come with every spasm.