19. Kiera
Chapter 19
Kiera
K alix’s hot mouth on the tip of my thumb sends spirals of horror through me, but that horror is not alone. I should not be turned on by his actions, but I am. Licking his own blood off my skin is … disgusting. I should be disgusted.
I’m not.
My insides squirm like a million little spiders are swarming my organs, crawling all over every inch of them. I can’t pull my gaze away. I’m locked upon Kalix’s face like a drowning man upon land. When he finally drops my hand and releases me from his physical grip, I snatch it back and hold it against my chest.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Come now, little Thief,” Kalix says, using that stupid nickname yet again, reminding me of our first encounter. “Show me your teeth.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I release my own knife to reach for the front placket of his trousers and undo the laces. Without pulling my gaze away from his face, I let my hand slide against his washboard abs straight down into the front until my fingers collide with the hot, hard length of him. The root of his cock is solid as I free him from the fabric of his pants.
A muscle in his jaw jumps and pulses as I slowly squeeze him against my palm and then stroke him once from base to tip and back again. When I reach the head of him a second time, I pause to let my thumb—the same one that had been coated in his blood—move over the slit there. The pad comes away wet and a low growl erupts from his throat.
There is so much wrong with what I’m doing. So much to be worried about. The Gods. The Council. Caedmon. The Underworld. Should I really be getting distracted by having sex with the Darkhavens? No. Am I going to fuck Kalix anyway?
Yes, I decide a moment later as Kalix tilts his head and crashes his mouth down on mine.
We kiss like we fight. Violence tinging every movement. His teeth sink into my lower lip, drawing blood. A moment later, my mouth is flooded with the taste. It’s raw and enticing. I open my mouth wider, tilting my head as I fist him in my hand.
Harder. More. I want this dangerous man to fuck me until I can’t think.
And as if he can read my mind, Kalix’s hands come up and he lifts me from the floor. My hand falls away from his cock as he steps out of his pants and carries me across the room to the bed. It’s the gentlest he’s ever been and it confuses me a split second before he lays me down and I realize, I’m not on the mattress.
No, I’m on a bed of snakes.
My eyes slam open as he withdraws from my mouth and something slithery creeps over my body. A shudder works through me. I’m alright with spiders, but that’s because I’ve been able to control them for years. I feel myself in the little creatures, learn their thoughts through their emotions, and share my own. I can’t do the same with these animals. They aren’t mine. They’re his .
Hands grip my own pants and shred them down my thighs until they’re completely gone and I’m left naked and vulnerable beneath Kalix’s gaze. I try to reach for him, but a heavy weight moves directly over one arm and then the next. My head snaps to the side as I realize that the serpents decorating Kalix’s bed have pinned me down.
Some of them are larger than the rest, resting across my belly the same thick length of an arm. I hold incredibly still as my legs are pulled apart and then also strapped down with the weight of the snakes holding me in place for Kalix’s perusal. I swallow roughly before lifting my gaze to the man who stands over me.
Kalix looks flushed. His eyes are wild and his thick cock stands at attention between his legs. He fists himself as he continues to look at me.
“I thought you wanted me to show you my teeth?” I ask, trying for a casual tone as I contemplate if I’m in any real danger here. I never know when it comes to him. That note of insanity lingers in his green eyes, glittering with some emotion I can’t quite place. Whatever it is, though, it seems to be designed specifically for him and it sets my senses on edge.
My heart races within my breast, growing louder in my ears with each passing second as he doesn’t respond to me. Kalix tilts his head to the side and with his other hand, he strokes careful fingers over me. Starting at my throat, his touch drifts from my throat down between my breasts and over my belly—which goes concave as I suck in a breath at the same sizzling sensation—before he stops right above my mound.
As dangerous as he is, as much as I don’t know what his intentions are, I know I’m wet. Soaked. I want him to go further, to touch me between my legs. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. My skin is abuzz with sensory overload. Fuck, he’s going to make me beg.
My eyes burst open and I glare at him. I do not beg. “Either you fuck me, Kalix, or I’m leaving,” I grit out.
Those moss green eyes of his glow unnaturally, red pouring into the irises and taking over the otherwise ordinary color. His hand makes the rest of the trek in silence, and I gasp as two thick fingers penetrate me. They slide into my core, eased by the juices leaking from my cunt. My breath rasps out of my throat.
“You will not leave until I have had my fill of you, little Thief.” Kalix’s words are so quiet in the room that I almost don’t hear them over the pounding of my heart in my ears.
I find his gaze once more and bite back a moan as his thumb turns and presses over the bundle of nerves above my opening. The muscles in my thighs tremble and jump as sensation assails me.
“Then stop playing with me, Kalix,” I growl, unable to help myself.
His shadow falls over me in an instant, his cock pressing into my belly as he climbs atop the bed of snakes. It’s strange to feel the cold scales sliding over my flesh—quickly growing warm as they steal my heat. I want to touch him, to reach for him and force him to give me what I want, but they continue to hold me down. I know that I could rip them to shreds, that I could free myself at any moment if I truly wanted to. But I don’t want to ruin this. I want Kalix to drive me into the dark and make me forget everything about the last few weeks. To forget Regis’ betrayal, Ophelia and Caedmon’s secrets, and the God Council’s threats.
For this moment, I want to forget everything but pain and pleasure.
Does it make me crazy to desire that solace from a psychopath like Kalix? Yes. Do I care? No.
I’ve lived in the shadows for long enough, denied myself any hint of freedom. I’m done.
Kalix’s palms graze along my ribs, moving up and over to my breasts as he squeezes them between his hands. The snakes around me shudder as if sensing our emotions. He pinches my nipples harshly, twisting them, and sharp spikes of pain go through me, traveling directly to my core. I arch into him, away from the snakes, and straight into his chest. My nipples are hard little pebbles and I have to bite down on my lower lip to keep from crying out at the sudden pain. The red in his eyes has yet to recede and they glow down on me as he does the action again, gripping my nipples between his thumb and forefingers. The harsh stings make me bow up again and a groan finally escapes from my clenched teeth.
Kalix’s chest rumbles in satisfaction. That had been what he was after all along—the sound of me. I pant as he releases the sore buds and continues his exploration. Fingers dipping over my stomach until they return to my core.
He moves down the bed, the snakes not seeming to get in his way at all. In fact, they aid him. Their little bodies moving and positioning me, pushing against my legs until my feet are planted on the mattress and my thighs are spread apart before they circle my ankles once more, holding me in place—open and waiting for him.
Lips steal over my core and a gasp locks tight in my throat. Hot breath wafts across my wet, sensitive flesh. Hunger like I’ve never known pools low in my belly. I bite down so hard on my lip that fresh blood wells up and fills my mouth. I can’t seem to care as Kalix latches on to the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. His lips and tongue move over it, sucking and laving until stars burst before my eyes. My hips roll of their own accord. More, I desire more and if he doesn’t give it to me soon, I’m going to kill him.
My blade is close enough. I can still see it out of the corner of my eye, lying there on the floor. I eye it speculatively even as his tongue burns a path over my clit, and his teeth nip until my insides are molten. I lift my head to look down on him and freeze when I realize that his eyes are up and squarely on me as he devours my vulnerable flesh. Glowing red above cold green as his teeth flash and he nips me again. My whole body jerks at the sensation and the evil man grins before slipping his fingers up my parted thighs and into my pussy. He penetrates me with two fingers again, moving in and out in a sensual dance that mocks me. My hips cant upwards, demanding more as he turns his head and bites down on one thigh.
I cry out as his teeth sink past my flesh, drawing blood. When he withdraws to lave the wound, I realize that he’s changed. He didn’t bite me with just teeth, but with fangs that protrude. Sharp and dripping with something…
My head goes hazy as I realize what it is.
Venom. The crazy bastard injected me with his venom.
The world shudders and moves out of focus, spinning around and around until all I can feel is heat and scales. The serpents move over me, around me, heightening my pleasure as Kalix devours my cunt. He doesn’t just stop at one bite, but delivers another to my other thigh, making me jolt in pain. Almost as soon as the sharp sting hits, more arousal pours from me. I feel too hot, like my skin has been stretched over a fire that burns inside me. Being naked isn’t enough. I want to peel my flesh from my bones to release myself from the confines of this mortal realm. Moans pour from me more freely as Kalix forces my body to the edge again and again. But he never lets me fall from the cliff.
I become delirious as his venom takes effect. His fingers fuck into me, first the two and then three and then four. I swear he’s trying to spear his whole fist into my core. My legs shake and my body gyrates atop this bed of serpents, unable to fall off the precipice he’s driven me to.
“Kalix…” My voice comes out as a croak, sounding more animal than anything human or God.
I feel fingers retract from my core and nearly whimper at the loss. The emptiness leaves me feeling hollow and aching. A moment later, though, Kalix’s face is before me and the prod of a hard, hot cock at my entrance has me holding my breath in anticipation.
Almost there…
His eyes are glowing that unnatural red still, but his pupils have cut themselves to half the size, turning to slits as he gazes down at me. Knuckles bump against my clit as he fits himself right to my pussy. The head pushes in just the barest of inches.
I scratch and claw at the snakes beneath me, a growl rumbling up my throat. They squirm and slither, trying to continue holding me still, but it’s no longer working as well. I shake them off, reaching for Kalix as I latch one hand to his shoulder and push my hips up, forcing his cock to take me another inch. My nails dig into his flesh, piercing his skin. Droplets of blood fall from him to my breasts. The blood only incenses me. “More,” I demand, thrusting my hips up further. He backs away, smiling as his fangs peek out from his lips.
“Fight me for it,” he replies.
Oh, that, I can do.
I arch up and use my own teeth—blunt though they are—to bite down on his throat. His chest rumbles a groan and one wide, masculine hand comes up and cups the back of my skull to hold me close as I sink my teeth into the corded muscle of his neck. Harder and harder, until his blood floods over my tongue. A fresh wave of groans emit from him, and finally—blessedly—he thrusts into me. His cock spears my insides with a single sharp movement that causes my lips to part and a gasp to escape me. More blood rains down on me. It covers my lips, my chin, and drips down my throat towards my breasts.
The snakes surrounding us are forgotten as the ride begins. The sex is raw and angry and full of a frenzy I didn’t know I possessed within me. Kalix fucks into me harder and harder. His hips withdraw only to pummel back into me like a battering ram. I grip him tight, pulling my legs from the snakes to wrap around his waist as he takes me. Long scratches form on his chest and I can feel more skin peeling away on his back as I claw at him. Animalistic. Violent. Wicked.
Euphoria erupts within me as I make him bleed. He hisses and scrapes his fangs up the column of my throat. I don’t even care anymore about the venom that leaves me feeling as if I’ve consumed enough ambrosia to kill a horse. My core squeezes against him, demanding more—more blood, more passion, more pain, and more pleasure.
Until this moment, as fire burns hot behind my closed eyelids, I never knew how much I’d been craving the liberty of his insanity. What this is isn’t sex. It’s not lovemaking. It’s a murder. A death of whatever purity I still had, and together, we slaughter that innocent creature until we’re bathed in her blood and licking it off each other’s bare flesh.
When his climax hits, it’s a lightning bolt through my chest and into my veins. Scalding hot cum spurts into me as Kalix slams me hard against the bed and his snakes. His hand wraps around my neck, holding me captive as he rears up—his fangs dripping with more of that venom. When he pierces my throat one last time as his cock stills in my depths, my whole world comes apart. The venom sinks into my blood, heating it beyond possibility. It becomes one with me until I feel as though I’ll never be cold again.
There is nothing but the fire and release and I let it consume me into oblivion.