Chapter Thirteen
Zelus
Power radiated from my pores, sending my presence far and wide to our enemies, but I couldn’t be buggered about it. Let them come. I’d fight a swarm of demons and fuck my bird at the same time.
I was a monster in a lot of ways, and that was one.
My sharp eyes shifted over to the window, catching one such bastard clawing at the glass. In this form, my senses were just as beastly. With ease, I lifted Emily and bounced the beauty on my hard length with every sure step toward the kitchen.
She tossed her head back and groaned my name, not the least bit put off by the locomotion.
No, if anything she was getting off on it.
Her fingers clawed at my back and her hips swiveled, stealing my breath more than once as I advanced on the place I’d take great pleasure out of fucking her on top of.
When I had her laid out, I had to stop admire what a dessert the pretty viper made. On top of the table like an offering, this seductress was on a mission to claim my soul. And if I wasn’t careful, she’d succeed.
Shimmery blonde hair poured over the sides, leaving those fierce two-colored eyes peering up at me unhindered. Her breasts were half hidden by the blouse she still wore—and that I’d torn with an eagerness I couldn’t smother—but what a bloody sight my Viper made.
Her skirt was bunched above her hips and she’d spread her legs wide enough to welcome me, giving my thirsty eyes plenty to look at. Nothing about her was shy or reserved.
Emily gave as much as she took.
“You look hungry, birdie,” she murmured.
“That’s because I am, love. And you’re dinner and dessert rolled into one, yeah?”
Her hand went up, but I captured it. Nipping her fingers, I pinned her wrist to the table and slid my other hand across her front. I let my fingers brush a line down the middle of her.
I didn’t miss the way she sensually pushed into my touch and the arc her slender figure took to chase the sensations my venom was no doubt eliciting. Everywhere I looked, her honey-colored skin was an elusive red. I’d bet it tasted just as ripe.
I dipped my head and traced subtle curves and dipping slopes with my lips and tongue. Her skin was obscenely soft and pliant. It melted under my tongue, and the urge to sink my fangs into every place I went and leave my mark all over her was overpowering. But I nibbled and sucked instead.
Best part was that the sultry vixen let me do it.
I hadn’t expected my venom to work on her, but I was beyond chuffed it had. I didn’t want to take my eyes off the heaven-sent goddess, but the presence of danger lurking nearby dragged my furious stare from her to the shadows encroaching on our fun.
Demons were climbing the stairs and lurking outside her door. Others were peeking through the window, desperate to have my bloody prize. All were bent on stealing her away to Hell.
My underlings could only pick off so many without my help, so I needed to be quick about worshipping her. And that only enraged the beast living inside me more. I’d planned on savoring her, and I’d be damned if these bastards got in the way.
My hips snapped forward, burying every inch of my ridged monster cock inside her wet heat.
It’d grown three times its size, and she took every bit of it like she’d been made for it.
The illicit squeeze of her made it impossible to do anything but whisper oaths to a woman I was meant to kill.
A woman who I wanted to mark and dirty for longer than I’d be allowed.
“…I need to know I can trust you.”
My eyes pinched shut, cursing the clever mastermind behind the creation of this beauty—and how she’d proven to be the greatest challenge I’d faced yet.
I’d never swallowed so much anger as I did when those strong eyes of hers dulled, haunted by the ghosts of her past, to divulge secrets that shouldn’t have struck me the way they did. Shouldn’t have made me ready to move heaven and earth to hunt down the soon-to-be-dead twats who’d hurt her.
But it did.
She might’ve distracted me from their names, but I’d get them out of her. I wanted their heads on a bleeding pike, but only after I’d tortured and tormented them until all they could do was beg for a swift death. Only then would my insatiable appetite for their suffering be quenched.
Tightening my grip on her wrist and hip, I drew back and drove forward again. I sunk into her heat, and the muscles all over my enormous frame rippled in victory. No feeling compared to claiming Emily, and I couldn’t be sure any ever would.
I sucked in a breath and timed my forward lunges with deep exhales and my languid backward slides with sharp inhales.
The lewd slap of my hips meeting her thighs was better every time I heard it.
My new favorite thing was her raspy voice moaning and ordering commands.
Only my name leaving that pretty mouth could compete.
“Shit, Z, right there,” my pretty little viper commanded, bringing my eyes straight back to hers.
The sensation that tore through me when this woman said my name was bloody wicked. It washed over me like the most illicit thing I could ever hear.
I slammed into her again and again, sparing only a few glances at the voyeuristic bastards who’d breathe their last after I made the gorgeous human come all over my cock.
My underlings were whispering warnings from all around the room, alerting me to the nearby danger and their inability to fend it off, but I carried on with an eagerness unbefitting a harbinger of the apocalypse.
I wanted nothing more than to reduce this terrifying human to a limp mess before killing the sex-crashing wankers circling around her.
A hiss left my mouth when a spark of pain hit my chest. Emily’s smug grin met my surprised glance as she twisted my nipple, the other arm keeping a strong hold of the table, still my hand’s prisoner. My lips hitched up at the challenge in her eyes.
Her legs locked around my waist, demanding things I already planned to give her. “You’re distracted, Songbird, and you deserve a punishment for it,” she claimed with a breathless whisper.
Fuck me, this woman was everything.
“Can’t have that, can we?”
Our lips and tongues crashed together, and I fucked her until all she could do was moan and growl at me.
She didn’t know how much I enjoyed her snarling and little claws raking down my back when she finally got free of me.
She didn’t know how much power she held over me with only the softest whisper of my name. And I planned to keep it that way.
Her hips met mine with the same eagerness, consuming my length like it wasn’t reorganizing her insides. But then the door creaked. A demon had gotten inside.
I didn’t pause my thrusts. I devoured her mouth and speared into her, swallowing her curses and moans. After a series of powerful slaps, I slipped a hand between us and rubbed her clit to get the cheeky bird where I wanted her—quaking and coming undone under me.
Her head tilted back, putting her delectable neck on display, and the sight roused my fury and lust in one fluid movement.
The brand of Hell marked her otherwise perfect skin.
Until I killed the bastard who’d ordered it, it’d stay there.
And I wanted nothing more than to replace it with a mark of my own.
The urge was so strong I had to sink my fangs into her again and again to ensure the puncture wounds didn’t heal too quickly. Emily would wear my mark for as long as she was mine.
“Oh, shit, Z!”
I was dragged out of my head as she cried out and everything constricted around me like a bloody vise.
I shuddered and pushed through the tight clench, swearing under my breath, desperate to milk the ecstasy out of her until she couldn’t move.
But she wanted to fuck the monster, so I’d be one in every sense of the word.
It was only seconds of bliss before I sunk my claws into the demon who’d snuck into her apartment, and now crept through her kitchen. Emily was still arched and quivering, completely hostage to a long-lasting orgasm my venom summoned inside her.
I twisted my hand, shredded the demon’s throat and body to pieces, then bent down to drop a claiming kiss on my bird’s mouth. The sensation of a dozen demons had me spiriting from one place to another, tearing through the wankers who’d decided it was the perfect night to cease to exist.
There was no coming back from a fight with a Horseman, and most of them knew it.
“Z?” I heard my Viper call out as I slammed another demon down, boot locked on its neck before I took its head. “Where the fuck did you go?”
Another two were ripped apart before I appeared in front of her, cheeky grin firmly in place. I hoisted her into my arms, and her confusion only lasted as long as it took to pin her to the kitchen wall. “Had to tidy up a bit, but I’m back.”
“Tidy up?” she asked, but her question was cut short by a gasp when I slithered down and hooked those perfect golden legs over my shoulders.
My tongue in my original form had extra length and dexterity that I couldn’t wait to drive her crazy with.
Her hands grappled my hair as I lapped at her sensitive nub. “Oh, oh okay. Carry on, birdie,” I heard the hilarious minx say.
I smiled against her slick flesh and her breathing hitched. Slipping my tongue inside, I gave an appreciative rumble at how bloody lush she was. I hadn’t been lying when I called her the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. She was.
Emily wasn’t shy. Her fingers were a tight hold on my hair as I lapped and sucked at her wet cunt.
Her hips rocked and chased my mouth, and her gasping breaths told me she was already lost to the oblivion I’d created for her.
Her chest pushed out when she came a second time, the wet heat of her pulsing around my beast tongue.
“Zelus!”
I’d never get tired of hearing her scream my name—not in anger, not in irritation, not in question, and certainly not in ecstasy. I wanted it all.
My muscles tensed when I sensed another swarm. Agitation trickled in. I wanted to bury myself inside her again and make her come until she couldn’t anymore, but the last attack was just the first of many.
Emily was panting and slumped against the wall, scarcely able to keep her eyes open. Sweeping her up into my arms, my floor-eating strides had us in her bedroom before she could ask what I was doing. I laid her out and covered her with the duvet.
Her eyes dropped to my clearly unsatisfied stiffy. “What about—”
I pressed a finger to her mouth, but as vipers do, she bit it. My lips twitched up. “Sleep, little viper. I’ve got a few things to take care of.”
Her confusion twisted her little nose cutely. “What things?”
“Snake monster business,” I told her knowing full well I only had a minute or two before another demon got inside. I sensed them lifting the window in her kitchen as well.
Emily was quicker than any human I’d met, so it was only a second before she pieced it together. “Demons?”
“Rest your eyes and that beautiful body. Stay naked, love. I’ll be back for more soon.”
Panic had already crept into her face, but it was washed away with my comment. Irritation replaced it. “Who said I’d let you?”
I didn’t have time to be chattering like this, but I couldn’t walk away until she was calm. Her pulse was still erratic, and it’d taken a hit with my statement. It bothered me to leave her afraid, so I wouldn’t.
“You didn’t strike me as a quitter, pet.”
Her mouth drew a firm line, and it was exactly what I wanted. “We’ll see who wants to quit after I’m done with you.”
“Promises, promises,” I murmured and bent over to steal another kiss. But I disappeared before her taste could ensnare me—and it would.