She shifted the lace aside and lowered herself onto me, her blood-slick hand guiding my cock into her heat. I groaned, eyes slamming shut for a breath as her tight, wet cunt swallowed me whole.
For just a beat, I thought I’d gone to Heaven or at least a version of Hell I never wanted to leave. My half-lidded eyes looked up at her, drinking in every detail. The light above shined against her moonkissed hair, creating a halo over her head that was in direct contrast to the blood spatters on her face. Lifting her blood-red hand to my neck, she looked more like a demon coming for my soul than an angel.
Then she started to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate,punishingthrusts that made my eyes roll into the back of my head. I clawed at the metal beneath me, holding myself back. I wouldn’t take over. Not yet.
She wanted control? Wanted to test me?
Let her. I was ready to take everything she had and more.
Her fingers tightened around my neck, cutting off my air until all I could take in were desperate, ragged sips. Barely enough to keep my lungs working. Barely enough to stay conscious.
Still, I didn’t fight her.
I could feel the blood rushing behind my eyes, my vision fraying at the edges like scorched paper. My brain floated, dizzy, weightless. My body wanted to buck, to throw her off, to take over, but I kept it still, kept it tethered, because this was her.My mate.I’d take anything she gave me.
She leaned in close, her breath curling against my ear, her voice a slow blade.
“I’m an alluring monster, not someone’s dream. I’m a nightmare.”
I wanted to shake my head, deny it, but I couldn’t move, not with her hand still squeezing my throat like a command. I used the last breath I had to force it out, my voice raw and nearly broken.
“B-b… beauti-ful.”
She froze.
Her fingers loosened instantly, her lips parting in stunned silence as she stared down at me like I’d just broken the last certainty she believed about herself. Her grip vanished, and I gasped, desperately sucking in breath. The rush of oxygen hit my blood like lightning. My pulse thundered in my ears.
I surged up.
One hand gripped her hip like a lifeline, while the other curled around the back of her neck, anchoring her gaze to mine.
My voice was ragged, every word soaked in grit and devotion.
“You’re beautiful.”
Then I thrust into her, and she gasped, her arms wrapping around my shoulders like she needed something to cling to or she'd come apart.
“Everything about you is what I want.”
Thrust.
“What I crave.”
Thrust.
“I want it all. The devil and the angel.”
Thrust.
She bounced with every thrust, her hair wild, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Her wings fluttered behind her like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to take flight or fold into surrender. The wolf in me growled, satisfied. He was getting restless, his energy buzzing just beneath my skin, crawling along my spine, tingling through my arms.
I was reaching my limits, so I growled, “Now… can you handle me?”
Before she could respond, I grabbed her head and rolled us, reversing our positions in a blur of movement. Her soft moan, “Maso,” came from below like an invocation.
That was it. The last thread snapped, and my wolf took over.
He shoved me aside so that I became a passenger in my body. One hand pinned her wrists above her head, claws emerging to bind her like natural cuffs. The other hand locked on her hip as he slammed into her, snarling with unfiltered instinct.
