81. The Stranger
Chapter Eighty-One
The Stranger
T ell me how you did it.
Does she know I’ve never been asked that question?
That I’ve ended so many lives, but the people who sent me only cared about the end result, never what occurred.
Only the death mattered to them. For some reason, I tell her, watching her eyes, expecting the revulsion, the fear, the knowledge of what exactly I am.
A monster who enjoys making those who dare to cross me suffer.
Can she handle what’s inside me, or will she turn away when she knows it? She might have started exploring the darkness within herself, but can she face what lurks inside me?
“He thought it would be enough to get close to you, to get past the boundary that kept you safe,” I begin, still idly stroking her hip in reassurance.
“He made me curious enough to look at where he was staying.” And I found notes scrawled over the walls about Summer, but not just about her, about what she was.
“I made him run so easily. All it took was a reminder that even monsters fear something.”
If they are smart enough to know better, the thing they all fear is me.
I lift one of my hands, showing her the white runes that decorate my knuckles and palm.
“I have the ability to turn anything to dust with a touch if I wish.” My other hand can resurrect the dead, but I don’t show her that, keeping it firmly on her hip.
I can give life and take it away. Two sides of a deadly coin.
Summer takes my hand and lightly traces the runes, the hair on my arms lifting beneath her gentle touch. Her eyes glow as she studies them, and I clear my throat, drawing her attention back to me before her thirst for knowledge gets her into trouble.
“I let him run, allowing him to believe he’d be clever enough, fast enough, protected enough to escape me.
” My lips twitch cruelly. They all think that in the beginning.
“I wasn’t going to use my power on him. That would have been too quick, and I wanted to make him suffer.
I wanted him to pay. I wanted him to know the same fear that made you run for years.
So I did. Every time he felt safe, I sent him a piece of his friends’ bodies, a reminder of how easily I could reach out and touch him. ”
Her breath hitches just a little, and my hand tightens on her waist. I should stop, but I can’t.
Now that I have started, I want her to know all of it.
I want her to know me, to see what I am capable of.
This isn’t even the worst of it, but I need her to want me anyway.
No, I don’t want her to want me in spite of it.
I want her to want me because it’s a part of me. It is an impossible desire.
“I played this game with him for months until you told me the story yourself.” My teeth grind, recalling the way her voice turned soft, and the shame she felt at her perceived weakness made my eye twitch with renewed rage.
“I ended the game the next day, and I gave him back every piece of pain you endured. As I did, I told him the story so he’d know why I was killing him, why he deserved to die, and why I would enjoy it.
” Her eyes are guarded, flickering as she watches my face.
“He showed me he was nothing compared to you.”
She stares at me, her fingers still absently tracing the runes on my palm, when I finally go quiet.
I give her time, just holding her against me, letting the truth sink in for her.
She takes an unsteady exhale before she places her hands against my chest and shoves hard.
At first, I think my worst expectations are coming true, but then the back of my knees hit the bed.
I gasp in surprise as she launches herself at me, and I fall back onto the mattress.
She straddles me and reaches back to unzip her dress, gazing down at me with so much hunger in her eyes, it stokes my own.
“Princess?” I ask, my hands gripping her hips again, holding her.
She smiles in the dark room, tugging the dress down to expose her bra. All thoughts leave my head, and I sit up, my mouth going directly to her neck. My teeth dig into her skin, giving in to this animalistic need to mark her in any way, to possess her even when she’s not yet fully mine to take .
Her fingers tunnel into my hair, holding me against her.
She tilts her chin up to give me more access, her dress slipping down to her waist. My hands slide up her bare back, and I undo her bra, ripping it off her.
I need to feel her against me with as few barriers as possible between us.
Her head drops back, and she arches against me, lost to it.
My mouth moves down her throat, to her chest, and I cup her breasts, plumping them up.
Her head drops back, her small hands fisting against my scalp.
I open my mouth wide and suck one tightly furled nipple deep, rolling the hard bud over my tongue and groaning at the taste.
Fuck. How many times have I envisioned this?
Even through the glamour, I can taste her sweetness.
She’s like sweet mulberry wine mixed with honeysuckle, something I remember being served in Faerie a long time ago.
My hands and mouth move over her body, worshipping her with my touch and tongue, needing to taste every part of her.
To live out all the fantasies I’ve dreamed of for the past two years.
Summer groans and roughly pushes me back onto the bed.
Dragging her nails lightly down my neck, she grips my shirt and pulls hard, ripping it open and sending the buttons flying.
Her eyes glow as she gazes hungrily at my chest, and she leans down to sink her teeth into the heavy muscle over my heart. She’s feral, and so am I.
I knew she’d be like this. I knew it.
My cock throbs with the sting of her bite, swelling as she marks me, claims me for the first time ever.
Summer slides her tongue over her bite, each wet, hot lap sending a shiver through me.
She sits up and licks her lips, her eyes glowing as she stares down at me.
I shift restlessly, and she sits back on my thighs as if she is afraid I am going to stop her play.
She reaches for my belt, her fingers tearing at it in her hurry.
Once she manages to get it and my slacks undone, I lift my hips so she can tug them down, as eager as she is.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my size, her fingers hovering over my straining flesh.
My cock twitches in anticipation as her full, perfect lips part on a soft moan.
My eyes roll back, and I hiss when she fists my shaft, her hand barely closing around my girth.
She strokes from the thick base to the flared head, and that is when she notices the four engraved piercings along the underside of my shaft.
“Is that?.?.?. ?” she breathes, the black of her pupils yawning wide to consume the brilliance of her irises .
Each of the balls capping the bars of the ladder is engraved with a single letter, sandwiched between two runes.
S-U-M-M-E-R. The two runes conceal the last name she’ll one day bear, but she won’t be able to see that, not yet.
Her mouth moves as she forms each letter with her lips, spelling it out in disbelief.
“Fuck?.?.?.” she whimpers, and the sound does something to me. I fucking need more of it, to hear her beg, to plead for release, to live for me. Like I do for her.
Her hand trembles slightly along my shaft, and she licks her lips.
I sit up beneath her, and she growls, reluctant to release her prey.
“Settle, princess. I am not going anywhere,” I say, ripping away the remains of her dress and her panties.
Once she is bare, I take a moment to admire her absolute perfection before lying back down.
Reaching up, I fist her hair tightly, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Taste me,” I command, loosening my grip but not releasing her.
Summer pants, her tongue darting out to lick her lips again before she shifts to straddle my thigh.
She braces one hand against my hip, the other wrapped around the base of my shaft as she leans down and takes her first slow lick of my cock.
I jolt at the exquisite touch. It’s been far too long, and I’ve had far too many fantasies of all the ways I am going to fucking own this female.
Anticipation wants to make me spill at just the small tease.
“How do I taste?” I demand, keeping the pleading out of my voice. My hand is still wrapped in her hair, keeping that leash of control on her.
“Delicious,” she moans, the heat of her breath against my sensitive flesh its own caress.
I flex my thigh as she rocks her scalding heat against the hard ridge of my muscles there, searching for relief, a relief only I can provide. I tighten my hold on her hair, and she grinds against me as she teases the bars along my shaft with her tongue.
“Suck,” I order, desperate to feel the heat of her, and at this point, I don’t care if it is her mouth or her cunt. I feel the way slick pours from her at my command, proving how my little fae loves to submit, but only when I’ve made her. She’s all brat needing to be tamed.
Summer moans again, but obeys and takes me into her mouth.
Her soft, pillowy lips slide over the head and grip my shaft as she starts to suck, pulling me deeper.
My entire body goes rigid, the pleasure ripping through me so intensely that it is nearly pain.
The tip of my cock presses against the back of her tongue, and she tries to swallow me down, choking on my size.
Tightening my grip in her hair, I angle her head and hold her still, steadily pushing my length farther into the blissful wet heat of her mouth.
Tears form in her eyes and spill down her cheeks as she struggles to take me into the tight squeeze of her throat.
“Look at you, choking on my cock. Fuck, so sexy,” I praise, as she gags.