“You're so thin,” she said.
“Where’s the food?” I growled out in irritation. They promised me food. They promised pounds of it if I was good. So where was the fucking food? The warmth of Ava’s hand circled my arm, her fingers nearly touching as she examined my weight. In between meals I withered away, my body shrinking as if I had been starving for weeks instead of hours.
I needed the meat. I groaned as my mind kept dragging back to disgusting images. They were stuck in my head and grew stronger and stronger until logic and reason began to skitter away—bugs smashed under the crushing weight of hunger. A breath stuttered out of me.
“Just a taste,” I said, shifting on my hands and knees, turning my skull face towards Ava. “I won’t bite down, I promise.”
“What do you mean?” She asked. Her dark eyes were shiny with the reflection of the moon outside the big window. Mothman’s red eyes burned into me and Caspian was giving me a scathing look.
“What are you talking about?” He asked in a sharp voice. I wasn’t acting normal.
“Just… like candy. Like sucking on candy to keep the hunger away,” I said, lunging forward suddenly in desperation, shoving my hand through the bars and clutching Ava’s wrist in my hand. She gave an alarmed gasp as the metal of my belt scratched at her cage.
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling guilty at startling her. I tugged her hand to my chest and threaded our fingers together. I pressed a thumb to her pulse, feeling it flutter. My eyes dragged over her body, still clothed in the deep red-black dress the cult had given her. The plunging neckline revealed so much of her soft skin—pieces of her I wanted to grip tightly and lick.
“It’s okay,” she said with a weak smile. Mothman shifted, his leather duster whispering as he moved.
“Let her go,” Caspian hissed out, his body transforming to a monster—a mouth full of sharp teeth that no man should have. He was violence and rage honed into a muscle-packed beast.
I tried to stop myself. Tried to reason that I shouldn’t tempt myself but my hand lifted Ava’s, dragging it up my chest and slowly towards my mouth. My tongue came out, far too long to be human, and slid up her finger. The unnatural length twirled around her forefinger, savoring the salty, delicious taste of her skin.
I moaned as I leaned into the bars of her cage while on my knees, rubbing my cock against the metal. I pulled her finger into my mouth and sucked it roughly, running my tongue on the underside. I could hear Caspian making his inhuman baritone purr as he battled with his cage.
“Ava,” I moaned, pushing a second finger on my mouth and lavishing them both with my mouth. My eyes dragged over her body. She was such a gorgeous woman. I’d never been blind to that. I sucked on her fingers and scraped my teeth gently over her skin, teasing myself. I leaned heavily against the cage, my cock painfully hard.
She was breathing heavily, her full breasts moving up and down, her pulse fluttering in her wrist.
I sucked her fingers, moaning in pleased relief. My hindbrain kept tossing images up of me biting down. A little bite wouldn’t be so bad. A little blood. A little taste of what was beyond the skin. My eyes dragged over her and I wanted every inch of her in my mouth in a combination of dueling hungers.
My starving body started to prevail.Just do it, the hunger told me.Eat, it begged. I growled and my teeth pressed down on her fingers. She winced and I quickly stopped, standing up. Suddenly I felt too weak to stand though, my thin body shaking as it tried to hold me as my vision went black. I draped myself over her entire cage as I panted.
Ava pulled her hand back quickly and I looked down at her in her little prison, trapped with a predator.
I wanted her. Everyounce. Her plump flesh taunted me. I growled as I looked her over, my erection throbbing in my pants and my throat growing tight as my stomach growled right along with me. Big, round brown eyes looked up at me then dipped to my pants. She swallowed.
“Maybe…” she said as if talking to someone in her head. Guess she was—Makwa whispering in her ear, telling her who knew what. She bit her plump lip and leaned forward, reaching toward me.
“Ava,” Caspian said in a sharp warning. I didn’t know what to expect so when I felt the back of her fingers brush my erection through my pants I jerked in shock. Her eyes darted up to mine as she brushed it again. I swallowed and wrapped my hands around the bars tightly. Carnal want grew, blotting out the need to eat, compelling it to rest for a moment.
“What are you doing?” Caspian asked in utter confusion, his eyes going back and forth between us. His face scrunched up as he tried to understand. He opened his mouth to say something several times before he just blurted out, “What is happening?”
“Makwa thinks this might help… relieve him,” Ava said. Caspian gave a barked laugh before his face returned to utter confusion. Watching the emotions flicker rapidly over his face was entertaining enough to make me smile under my mask.
“But… “ Caspian started. His eyes zipped to Mothman and hardened as if in slight pain. “What do you mean theylikeeach other?” He snarled at Mothman. Caspian’s eyes zeroed in on me, anger flared brightly in his gaze. Ava pulled her hand away from me.
“You fucking lied to me!” He hissed, wrapping talon-tipped fingers around his bars. He peeled his lips back further, exposing more of his teeth in a promise of pain. He looked terrifying. A monster who wanted to shred me to pieces. Caspian’s skin looked thicker when he was in his true state.
I wondered how much chewing it would take to break the surface and get to the meat. What would he taste like, I wondered, compared to Ava.Eat, my hunger whispered.
It was easier to think of attacking Caspian. Would I really feel all that bad taking a bite from that asshole? It’d probably do him some good to be permanently maimed.
I began to lift off Ava’s cage and move toward him.
“Wait,” Ava said but I ignored her. I went to my knees next to Caspian’s cage. He hissed through his teeth, gripping the bars harder. I pushed close and inhaled him. He smelled fresh, like a river in the woods—wet leaves and a little musky. My tongue came out to lick a strip up his knuckles. He jerked back to the other side of the cage with wide eyes.
I circled around and he was forced to keep maneuvering around in his little prison to avoid me.
“Stop,” he snapped, scrambling around as I tried to keep up with his movements. His long hair swayed, covering half his face. I slammed against the cage and reached my arms in, my fingertips brushed his chest but I couldn’t get a hold of his shirt and yank him forward. I reached for his ankle instead, wrapping my hand around it to tug him closer.
