I let go of her hands and placed both of mine on her hips. I sat back on my heels as I did so, taking in the view of my cock sliding in and out along with her body on display for me on the ground.
She wasmine. All of her.
If I had any claim to anything priceless, it was her.
“Alina,” I gasped, the sounds of her moans flooded my senses with an intoxicating edge that made me crave more and more until it would be the last deadly dram of opium.
She laced her fingers in the grass. Her long torso arched as I lifted her hips higher, sitting up on my knees as I pushed as deep as I could. She relaxed enough for me to reach the hilt this time, but I knew I would not last much longer.
She suddenly leaned up, kissing me as she pushed me back tolay on the ground, straddling my hips and effectively switching our positions. She bit my lip roughly, drawing some blood. I kept our lips locked to prevent a similar situation to the botanical gardens. My tongue slipped over the cut on my lip and over her own.
She rolled her hips on my cock, desperately trying to bring it deeper, to use it to derive as much pleasure as she could. She moaned against my mouth before I pulled away, wanting to hear it. Her sweet sounds made it hard for me to hold anything back. I would wait for her to finish, let her use me for whatever she wanted. I would give her anything, body, mind, and soul—if I had one. It was all hers to take.
I leaned up on my elbow, one hand on her hip, entranced with her movements. If she let me, I would worship her like this every day for eternity. Her body rose confidently as she moved her hips, her hands resting on my chest as she used me. I tried to stay still, not wanting to disrupt her. She closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side as she shifted forward on me.
“Alina... I can’t much longer,” I gasped, subtly moving my hips to her rhythm.
“Then do not hold back,” she whispered, leaning forward against my chest as she bit my neck playfully.
As long as I had permission.
I flipped her over and put one leg over my shoulder, the other between my legs. I leaned over her as she lay on her side in the grass. I grabbed her by the face, turning it toward me.
“You aremine,” I whispered against her lips, a smirk forming as I slammed into her as hard as I could. “You will never be rid of me.”
Those blue eyes looked up at me pleadingly before they occasionally rolled back.
That’s right. This is how you like to feel.
I gasped as I watched her. The force of my thrusts was making it hard to hold her face at the same time, so I grabbed her hair and pinned my arms to the grass on either side of her, twisting her upper body as I forced my length fully into her with every thrust, making her take it all.
It was useless to hold anything back any longer as I reached orgasm and the spines dug into her flesh inside.
She flinched when the spines pierced her. It brought me no joy that it had to hurt, but it felt so good to be inside her like this. Even the involuntary parts of me ached to sink themselves into her. Not only could I feel my cock pulsing, but I could feel the spines latch on to her, filling her with venom.
She made what sounded like a whimper. I tried to comfort her by kissing her hot skin, the coolness of the air conflicting with our burning bodies. Her leg slipped off my shoulder and hooked around my waist, pulling me closer.
I never thought I could reach the point of craving someone aside from a simple hunger. Starving for her would be more painful than any true hunger. I would rather perish. I was wholeheartedly, pathologically addicted to her.
43
THE POISONER
Iwas close.Soincredibly close.
Our visit to the Den gave me a new perspective on what I was dealing with. Impulsive, abusive, messy pests with no control over themselves and no place in society. They were unnatural, earning them the fitting title ofcorrupted. While Silas insisted that there was a difference between the corrupted and the true born, I did not believe it. I thought one had just had more time to perfect their craft.
My working hypothesis was that they were all like that deep down. I imagined that young Vipera and corrupted humans shared a similar level of impulse control. It would only make sense if both were experiencing these things early on, but as young Vipera aged, they at least had the privilege of mentorship within these “Nests” that Silas spoke of.
I was almost relieved when I remembered him saying how difficult conception was. That was the only reason they must not have been as prevalent as they already were. Many lists ofconnected family names had been drawn up, but I only grouped them by region and kept to the B and C class names with generational wealth, but without infamy. That was the only way I thought they could skate by without at least one person realizing. If they stayed mostly confined to these Nests, then it would not be difficult to go about surviving without drawing attention.
Which brought me to the Mellifluous Hosts. It was a critical part of how they kept themselves fed in a somewhat civilized manner, unless you were Silas and left bodies in your wake, seemingly for the fun of it.
Then there was the other shadow that watched my every move, the dark specter that stood in my kitchen, who fed from me without me even knowing. The only discomfort from that time period would have been sleep paralysis, unless it was just the side effect of the venom while the man fed on me. He must not be corrupted, but someone like Silas who had had plenty of practice at getting by without raising suspicion.
The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I tried to rub the feeling away. Flipping through the pages of the textbook, I jotted down notes and composed hypothetical reactions for my newest rendition of my poison. I would ensure that it worked this time, for my own sake and for everyone else’s sake who might come across these sick offenses to nature.
“I think almost every time I’ve seen you, you’ve either got your nose buried in a book or a glass.” A charming laugh rang in my ear. Viktor slid into the chair across from me at the library desk. “You’ll hurt your eyes if you do that.” He flicked on the desk lamp next to us on the long table. The library had just installed a dozen of these recently. I had not thought to turn it on, as I had arrived when it was light outside.
