Ineed to find her before they do, or she manages to escape these woods. They're both distracted, devouring each other, giving in to their baser instincts, and as much as I would like to join them, I can't let my unhinged princess escape us. I never believed this game of ours would be easy, unlike Cross, who's overconfident in his abilities to subdue his new stepsister. Every experience I've had with Olivia has assured me that she's just as ruthless as we are. It causes a thrill to race through my body, like a zap of electricity surging through each of my cells, with the chase she's led us on, how she's fighting us with everything she's got, her determination to survive by any means necessary. This woman is a kindred spirit, and in her, I see myself, and that terrifies me deep down.She wouldn't choose you. She knows something's not right in your head, psycho.
I would never admit it out loud, but I'm proud of the fight that she's put up, pushing herself, and us, to the breaking point. She's taken us to task at every avenue, and brought hell down around us while doing it, even now under the influence of the drug Cross and River gave her. She's perfection, and I mean to soil her and leave my dark, psychotic imprint on her, claimingher for my own. Whether she wants me or not is irrelevant. I won't be deterred.
I wonder how she'll react when she realizes I wrote my name across her lower back, like a tramp stamp in black Sharpie, before we left the mansion. I would have carved it into her skin, but River balked at the suggestion. A small chuckle attempts to leave me, and I force myself to swallow it when I think back to how I pissed on her, like a dog marking its territory, and how that one small taste of her pussy when we first brought her to the woods was my undoing. I was already fixated and consumed with Olivia Springhill, and her need to fight back against Mayhem, regardless of the consequences. Now, it's much more than an obsession, it's a need to possess her body, mind, and spirit. I want every single inch of her under my control, and at my disposal, so I can take her apart and find out what makes her tick.
You're not worthy of her. She's a tantalizing prize, a jewel, and you're just a demon, your soul black, tarnished, and filled with death.
I force myself to ignore the spiraling shadows on the fringes of my vision, and the hate they're spewing. They want to distract me from finding my unhinged princess, but I won't allow myself to be swayed in my task. The woods talk when you know how to listen, or when you forget which voices belong to the trees, and which belong to the demons inside your head. Either way, they're guiding me now, leading me to the purple-haired vixen that I crave to bring to her knees, mylittle monster,who’s perfect for me in every way. Fuck, now my cock is rock hard at the image of Olivia on her knees, tears sliding down her face, as I use my hands in her thick tresses to force her face backward and forward on my girthy, long cock, impaling myself down her tight throat until all her breathing ceases. Those defiant green eyes would stare up at me, not in pleading, no, never, even asI suffocate her, they would be judging me, finding me lacking, promising me a sweet, violent end. I want that. To be dispatched at her hands, for her to be the last thing I see on this godless earth. She sees the real me, and she’s not frightened by what lives inside of me.
My body shudders as the image fades, and I regain my focus on the dark trees and thick bushes. Soon, the morning light will push through the darkness, bringing cleansing light. I abhor the light and brightness. A smirk lifts the corner of my lip at the reminder that Olivia calls me a vampire. She couldn't have picked a more apt description, considering how much I want to consume and bathe in all her warm blood.
The air shifts, barely a tremor, but enough to cause a disturbance if you're hyperfocused like I am, and attuned to these woods. I've played here before, in fact, I've left behind unmarked graves that no one will ever find. It's as if the forest has a breath too soft to be wind, a heartbeat pounding so fast I can feel it vibrating through the ground if I stay still enough. I force myself to crouch low, quiet, my breathing steady and sure. I'm an alpha predator hunting its dinner. The whispers are louder now, not cruel or commanding, they're amused, and filled with anticipation. They want to play with her too.
She's so close now. She's slipping away, and we can't allow that to happen. We must catch her. She belongs to us. She must pay the toll for thwarting us. She'll look so pretty with sightless, dead eyes, and a gaping hole in her chest where her heart used to reside.
Leaves rustle quietly under my hand as I part the bushes, and there she is, curled into herself like a terrified little animal. Naked. Shaking. Watching Cross and River with such laser focus, she doesn't even sense me kneeling behind her.Big mistake, unhinged princess, the wolf is already at your back, ready to devour you.
Her shoulders tremble, and her spine curls tight, as if her body is giving her the warnings that she's not heeding. I grimace at the sight of my name covered in filth along her skin. Her hair is a tangled, matted mess and wet against her neck, and her body is covered in cuts, welts, and mud, from all the hours that she's spent running from us. Every breath escaping her little body sounds like it might crack into a sob. Are you terrified, little monster, of us, or what will become of you?A prisoner, my plaything, utterly changed and destroyed after we feast on you.
My pulse spikes, as a thrill slides sharp and cold down my spine. She didn'thearme orfeelme yet. Naughty little monster, letting down her guard like this. I lean in close enough that my breath stirs the strands of hair near her ear. "There's nowhere left to run, unhinged princess. You're ours now."
I wrap my thick forearm around her neck, dragging her backward with me, and deeper into the bush. A hiss leaves my lips at the pain from the injury she inflicted on me with that branch.She's going to pay for that.She immediately kicks wildly, clawing at the ground, ripping leaves and dirt with a desperate fury, trying her best to break free from my grasp. I wrap my other hand around her face, muffling her piercing screams that wish to disturb what's left of the night.
"You're mine now, unhinged princess, and we're going to have so much fun together," I grit between my teeth, my head rising to see if the other two have noticed our disturbance. I want her all to myself, and the voices from the shadows are urging me to take her and run. River and Cross are still lost in each other, and that suits my needs just perfectly. I lean forward, squeezing my forearm tight against her throat, until I feel all the air leaving her body. Her hands rise without any strength behind them, as she tries in desperation to claw out my eyes. I force my lips against her small shoulder, and I can't stop myself from sinking my teeth into her flesh. The taste of dirt, night dew, and bloodsurges past my taste buds, but underneath it all is her. She's warm, soft, and unwilling, and her skin feels like silk against my tongue, as I lap at where my teeth have left an imprint on her delicate skin. "Fuck, you taste so good, I can't wait to gobble you, princess."
The back of her head slams into my forehead, in a last-ditch effort to release herself from my grip, and I momentarily loosen my clasp around her neck. She instantly takes the opportunity to break free from my grasp, lunging forward to get away from me. She's not fast enough. I catch her ankle and yank, even as pain ricochets across my temple. Her whimpered cry cuts the night open, and causes a hit of excitement to race through my bloodstream, like a dosage of opioids hitting my system. Her heel slams into my thigh, then ribs, pain exploding through me like fire, almost euphorically. I laugh, overwhelmed by the savage thrill of it all. "Oh, keep fighting, little monster," I hiss, dragging her through the bushes. "It makes it so much better."
She twists, nails slashing across my cheek, and I feel my skin split, as warm blood trickles down toward my jaw, coating the corner of my mouth on its journey south. I lick it off my lip and laugh again. "Are you scared, little girl? You should be." Arms flailing wildly, teeth bared in a feral snarl, she clamps down on my wrist with raw desperation, biting hard enough to draw blood. I jerk with surprise, then grin so big it hurts. "Oh, little monster. I knew you wanted to taste me too. Don't worry, soon enough, I'll make sure you're getting your fill of me when I'm down your throat, and I fill up all your tight holes. You want me to fill you up, don’t you, princess?"
She tries to crawl away again, but I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her upright, dragging her out into the open. Her legs kick wildly, and her screams tear through the forest, loud enough to carry. I know they will hear her now, and despitewanting her all for myself, I want my brothers to play with her too.
Cross explodes into the clearing first, face contorted, dark mocha eyes gleaming with something broken, sinister, and hungry. He sees her in my grip and snarls. "About fucking time!" He lunges toward her to pull her from my grasp, but I snap in his direction, a feral wolf protecting its next meal from a fellow animal. "Give her to me, Damon!" His demand goes unanswered, but I know he sees my defiance bright and loud in my eyes.
River appears quickly behind him, faster but quieter, eyes locked on Olivia, assessing, calculating, cold as frost. His focus slices through the chaos like a blade. He's cataloging all her injuries, and a way to extract her from the situation. Poor little River has gotten a crush on my little monster, but he's forgotten that there is no way out for her. One way or another, she'll be ours, our pet to break and hurt, ours to punish and destroy. His feelings don't mean shit here, and he can't save her, not from me, not from Cross, and certainly not from the kindred monster that lurks inside of him.
Olivia twists in my hold, nails clawing at my arm, kicking at the ground, trying to rip herself free. The strength in her, even slightly still drugged, is unexpected and unreal. She thrashes so violently I almost lose my grip.Almost.Cross reaches forward, grabbing her arm, and tries to yank her from me. He's endeavoring to claim her for himself, and I won't allow it. The shadows screech loudly, demanding that I kill him, that I tear his throat out and feast on his blood, for trying to steal our little monster, but I do my best to ignore them.
"No..." she gasps, voice shaking, "No, no, let go, assholes! LET ME GO!"
Her bare and mud-caked heel jerks up, and slams into Cross's shin. He shouts, surprised and furious, while I do mybest to keep my grasp on her secure, so she can't get away. "You little cunt!" He raises his hand, ready to slap her, but before he can even reach her face, River grabs his wrist mid-swing.
"Don't hit her," River growls. "You'll knock her out again."
"She fucking KICKED me!" Cross roars, yanking his arm free and turning his wrath on River. Long gone is the passion from moments ago. Now they’re no better than two animals fighting over a scrap of meat.
"And you deserved it, fucker," River snaps, his emerald green eyes blazing with malice. Olivia uses the distraction to her advantage. God, she's fast, as she twists out of my grip for half a second. Cross grabs her breast, digging his fingers painfully into the soft, round flesh, and she screams in despair before she angles her neck forward, and bites him on his muscled, tattooed bicep. He grunts in pain, but I also see something else on his features, something savage and dark; he's enjoying all of this. One look down at his powerful body confirms my suspicion, when I see his large cock straining against his jeans.Fuck.
River catches her other arm, but his hold lacks conviction, as if he's not sure he really wants to restrain her, or if he wants to set her free. She bares her teeth, and claws down his forearm with her ragged nails, leaving blood-filled welts. The sight of marks on River does something to me, makes my brain misfire, and I release my punishing grasp, wanting to reach for him, and Olivia instantly witnesses my weakness, and exploits it. She slips free of all three of us and stumbles backward, wild-eyed, shaking, breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps. Her bare feet dig into the dirt, ready to run again. "Why... are... you... doing... this?" She pants, terror written across her beautiful face.
Cross loses it completely, his face contorting into something animalistic at her being free once more. He lunges toward her, and my lips pry open with fear that he might kill her in his rage, "STOP!"
River slams into him, tackling him sideways and pinning him to a tree. While they're busy exchanging blows like two idiots, I snatch for my little unhinged princess again, but she ducks behind a trunk, breathing so hard I can hear every wheezing pull of air. "There's nowhere to run, little monster, you can't escape us. Every attempt you make only makes it worse," I taunt her, and her whimpers cause the hairs on my arms to stand on end with pleasure.
"You're... all... fucking monsters! YouDRUGGEDandKIDNAPPEDme!" Her shrill voice and panting breaths don't dissuade me; if anything, they heighten my senses. "Why?!Why... are you doing... this?!"
Cross fights River, in a frenzy of blows that I witness from my peripheral vision. "LET ME GO! SHE'S MINE!" His declaration doesn't sit well with me; she's not his, at least not his alone. For the first time in twenty-three years of friendship, I contemplate murdering one of my best friends over a woman. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"You'll kill her," River snaps, voice low and deadly as he wipes at his bleeding lip. "Get some fucking control."
