I stare at them, wondering what they’d taste like.
The urge is there. To kiss her. To lean way down and trap her bottom lip between my incisors and suck. I don’t like the act of kissing. It’s too romantic and personal. I wasn’t into it when I was human, and I refused to do it in Hell.
So why is this girl making me want to feel her tongue on mine and hear her gasping into my mouth while I fuck the remaining life out of her?
It lasts all but two seconds before she spins and rushes from the room, taking some of her scent with her. I smirk, count to three, then decide to give us what we both want.
A chase.
Sable lets out a scream when she sees I’m coming for her. She scrambles toward the stairs, taking them two at a time without falling and breaking her neck. Again. I’m not really running—it’s more of a fast walk to let her think she has some advantage.
I get around the corner and flinch back as a vase comes straight for me. It hits my chest and drops to the floor, smashing into shards that crunch under my heavy steps.
Her ass shakes while she sprints across the third floor of the west wing. It’s all I’m focusing on while she runs for her life.
As I pass the window that faces the backyard, I pause, frowning at the view of Tidus running across the lawn with something in his mouth.
Then I see the boot and realize the asshole hound has dug up Sable’s body and has her leg trapped between his teeth.
I’ll deal with him later. I have a ghost to catch.
Sable’s scent leads me into three more rooms before my patience starts to wear thin and my hands fist in annoyance. I was going slow so the chase would continue, but now the goddamn ghost is nowhere to be seen.
Then I freeze when Ifeelher.
It’s not the usual feeling of finding someone I’ve been hunting. The thrill is there. The excitement of being someone’s doom, but this feeling rushing through me has every sense sparking and creating a wildfire, and I teleport without thinking.
Her scream fills my ears, but my hand around her throat silences her as I press her against the wall and shake my head with a tut. “Such a silly little girl to think you could outrun me.”
Pulse hammering against my hand, her throat contracts on a swallow, and my gaze is drawn to her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Kissing is such a useless act—useless and disgusting, yet I want to taste her so badly, I might get on my knees and beg to suck on her tongue. I’ll kiss her so hard, she’ll forget her name and why she hates me in the first place.
But then she might get the wrong idea.
She might think I’m weak and pathetic.
I close my eyes and inhale.
Sable’s essence is practically pouring out of her, making my cock hard and my tail stiffen behind me. My thumb presses into the side of her throat, feeling her life in my hands as I stroke up and down her skin.
At the faint touch of her fingers around my cock, my eyes ping open to see her staring at me, her dark gaze lifting to my horns.
She likes them. She likes the way I look.
Testing me, her fingers wrap around the thickness of my cock through the material of my breeches, and even though she’s trembling in my hold, her pupils are dilated, her breathing is ragged, and she looks desperate for more. “So this is what you are,” she says quietly, the words shaky and forced out. “A monster who wants to fuck a ghost.”
I want to correct her and tell her I’m a demon, but I’ll take the monster comment. We’re practically the same anyway.
Her fingers, still and unmoving before, tighten around my cock, making my teeth crush together.
“What do you want?” I ask her because I need to know this is what we both need. If she’s scared and thinks seducing me will calm me down, she’s mistaken.
I need her to let me in more than anything right now.
Her silence has me pausing my thumb against her pulse. “If you want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. If you’re afraid, tell me. I’ll walk out of here and forget this happened.”
“I…” She stops, her expression panicked. “I want you.”
The moment the words reach my ears, I step back at the same time my tail wraps around her throat and drags her to her knees. I rip off my breeches with my free hand, then grip the base of my cock and fist the hair at the back of her skull. “Open.”
