A fiery, desperate need twists inside me, burning to split me open from the inside out. I reach up, rolling a tightened nipple between my fingers, the sensation sending another ripple of pleasure through me.
Ezra growls, pressing deeper.
“That’s it, Aurora. Ride my fingers. Fucking use me. Take what you need, little lupine.” His voice is a rough rasp against my lips. “But don’t come yet.”
I’m completely gone, lost in the slow, deliberate torture of his touch.
Ezra’s eyes burn, locking onto mine, watching as I shamelessly fuck his fingers.
“Jameson thought he was a monster, Aurora. But he was just prey.”
Ezra’s shadows slither over my shoulders, purring in silent triumph.
“When I ate his limbs, I took my time. I wanted him to feel it … every snap, every slow, calculated tear of flesh. I wanted him to understand what a true monster looks like.”
His fingers curl, dragging along that devastating spot inside me with agonizing precision.
“I slowly peeled the flesh from his bones … and fuck, when the drugs wore off? He sang for me. Pain makes the purest sound.”
A strangled moan catches in my throat.
“He even tried to bargain with me,” Ezra continues, teeth flashing in a wicked grin. “But I don’t bargain with filth.”
His shadows thrash, mirroring the rage burning in his voice.
“All I could see were his hands around your neck. Your body limp and bloody.”
Ezra growls with barely contained rage, pressing deeper, torturing me.
I gasp, my thighs clenching, my body trembling on the edge of something sharp and catastrophic.
“Naughty little lupine.”
The smirk he flashes me? Has to be a war crime under at least three international treaties.
“Be my good girl and hold it for me. I want to feel you shaking for it. I want to hear youbegfor it.”
Fuck yes, I’ll be his good girl.
I whimper, then nod, as I soften the snap of my hips, fighting the edge clawing up my spine.
Ezra tuts. “I thought you were going to be a good girl.”
His lips ghost against mine, and the shadows pulse against my skin, hungry and restless.
“Don’t slow down. Show me how that tight little cunt takes what it fucking wants.”
Another pathetic whimper escapes through my lips. The edges of the room dissolve as the need to come sharpens into pure agony.
Ezra groans against my mouth, his fingers pressing deeper.
“Christ, you’re dripping for me, darling.”
Tears catch on my lashes as I writhe against his hand, every nerve lit and fraying.
“Yes, Aurora. That’s it. My good … fucking … girl.”
His eyes blacken, burning with a darkness that feels almost sacred. Like he’d stand at a pulpit, slit a throat in my name, and call it worship.
