Chapter 24 – Oliver
CRAZY BEAST
OLIVER
Idon’t know what to say or do. I don’t know how to fix this.
I’ve tried to control my every action or walk away for so long that this frenzied lust .
. . it scares me. I covet this girl and all she is.
I want to tie her to myself so my darkness can consume her.
I struggle to hold my hunger at bay, but it’s harder with the beast. He wants her just as much as I do.
I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to touch her in case she ever touches another.
I’m afraid the beast would destroy any man who dared touch her.
But she doesn’t belong to us, and I don’t want to take advantage of her.
If she was experienced, then maybe it’d be easier to have this with her, but she’s not.
The way she looks at me with those sad aqua eyes, like I’m her entire fucking world, it blows my mind. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me like that. She looks at me like she loves me, and it makes me question everything I’ve ever known, everything I’ve ever wanted.
This seems like a karmic setup. Somehow the fates have decided I’m well worth fucking with. If I touch her now, I may not end up with her, but I need her. I need her like I need air to breathe. She was made for me. My soul screams, and the beast roars, I need her.
Why did I have to meet her now? I’m not ready for her. We are! the beast insists. Why do I have to be a monster? Why can’t I be like the rest of the Lilu?
She’s on her knees, kissing the tip of my cock, and I swear I’m about to get off before I’ve had a moment inside her.
I want her mouth on me, and it’s like she hears my desire because, just like that, she suckles the tip.
My hands are shaking at the wet heat of her mouth, and I’m struggling to hold back from thrusting down her throat.
Somehow I’ve got to get control of myself.
I dig my fingers into her shoulders, and it takes all my will to pull her off me.
“Don’t,” I demand. I see in her eyes that my denial hurts her. It hurts her so much more than I could have imagined.
This thing between us has a life of its own. It feels so right but also wrong. Oh, but I want her. I need to be inside her. I need to be one with her, the only way I know how. I clench my jaw as tears fill her eyes.
I coax her up my body and wrap my arms around her, giving her support. “I don’t want to hurt you, but we can’t do this. You’re too precious to me.”
What I really want to say is, If I fuck you right now, I’ll never be able to touch you again, and I can’t lose you.
I want to say how I’m the kind of monster who could kill her by loving her.
I want to make her understand my predicament, but in the end I don’t.
I say nothing else, and her tears fall onto my chest. I hate myself for causing her pain.
“I know.” Her words wobble with defeat. Vale just gave up on me, and it sends a pain directly into my heart like a bullet.
I deserve that pain. She steps away, leaving me there to stew in my own self-hatred.
She slams the bathroom door, and when the lock engages, it feels like a second stab to my chest. She’s locking me out. Smart girl.
I grab her bathing suit from the floor. The stupid thing should be destroyed after what it did to me earlier.
I found it hard to breathe when I saw her wearing it.
But who am I kidding? It’s hard to breathe with her just being in the room.
I hang it to dry on a rack, then grab her dress, shoes, and bag and take them to the bathroom door.
I have every intention of leaving it there, hanging her bag on the handle, and walking away, but then I hear the shower running. She’s trying so hard to hide her sobs.
I’m done for. I drop the bag on the floor and grip the handle, knowing I’m going to have to explain this later. I slam it downward with enough force to break it with a loud snap.
I walk into the room and find her sitting on the marble floor, knees pressed up into her chest as steam rises around her.
Her hands lift from her face, and she looks up at me.
When she sees me, she covers her breasts with her arms. She’s hiding now, her fire having burned out without fuel.
The beast inside, the one that pounds away at his cage, trying to escape, to get to her, rears its head, acknowledging her pain and, before I can stop myself, I move too quickly to be human.
Vale squeaks in fright when I enter the shower. I grab her, lifting her up and shoving her back against the marble. I press my hips into hers and growl next to her ear. She tries to push me away with her hands against my chest, but she’s no match for me.
“Get away from me,” she yells as I pin her against the wall. I trap her wrists in one hand over her head, then lift one of her legs to the outside of my hip, spreading her sex. I’ve got her trapped, completely at my mercy.
Her breathing ratchets up. I smell her arousal and fear mix in a heady perfume that makes my cock throb and leak against her hip.
The vampire inside me wants to devour her blood.
The Lilu wants to bend her to my will, forcing my cock in all her holes while she screams in pleasure, giving it all to me, letting me feed.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she cries, and I wonder that myself. I wonder why I’ve got her pinned to a wall. I had released her, sent her away. I should have walked away.
I lean in and press my forehead against hers. “I can’t stop myself,” I groan. “I warned you.”
“You already stopped yourself when you turned me down. Just walk away,” she screams in my face, tears leaking out of her eyes.
She’s right. I must look like a crazy bastard right now.
It’s that push and pull between us. I don’t know how to control it.
For so long, my life has been entirely about controlling myself, but I can’t with her.
“Let’s make one thing crystal clear, Vale. I want you. This—” I reach between her legs and press the tip of my index finger inside her gently. “This is mine.” I lean forward as I pump my finger shallowly inside her. I take one taut, berry-pink nipple into my mouth, suckling it.
“These tits are mine.” I drag my lips across her chest to suction the other nipple into my mouth. She cries out when I suckle too hard, her back arching against the marble where she’s trapped.
I let her go and turn her around, pushing her body against the cool stone.
As I lean over her, I bite the back of her neck, accidentally nicking her skin.
There’s barely a drop of blood in the shallow wound, but I tongue it, consuming her taste.
Her blood tastes crisp and sweet like fall apples.
She’s delicious everywhere. I don’t take blood from my lovers.
This is new. I search for the Lilu or the iron-less sweetness of vampire blood, but neither are there. She tastes unique.
I move her wet hair around to lay over her shoulder, then lick down her spine and nip at the skin of her ass. I dream up things I’m going to do to that ass while I massage the thick globes in my hands. I growl when she tenses up and tries to pull away.
“Are you afraid of what I’ll do here,” I ask as I kiss and suck at her soft skin.
“This is mine to play with. This is mine to fuck. Every inch of your body is mine, inside and out. You’ll never belong to another.
Do you hear me?” She tries to buck me off, but I hold her still while I lick down over the cheek of her perfect ass.
“You had your chance. I’ll find someone else. Don’t torture me. Please, Oliver, it hurts. Stop doing this to me.”
End them all, no one but us. She belongs to us. His growls are getting angry, but I’m angry as well. I actually speak back to him, acknowledging the beast. Same page, I tell him.
“There will be no one else. It’s too late. I’ll be the only man inside your body. Do you hear me? No one else, Vale. You’re mine,” I growl. I can’t believe she said that to me. Someone else. Never! If another man touches her, I’ll rip them apart. She belongs only to me.