I am the furthest thing from spoiled. God forbid, I want to take any speck of pleasure that isn’t offered by him.
"Revenge? You think I’m being vengeful?" Vibrations of outrage shake from the marrow of my bones and outward.
Shadow takes a step toward me, his voice softening. "I can't keep watching you suffer here. I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when I know it's killing you." I don’t even hear his words. It’s drowned out by his accusation that I’m a spoiled child.
"I’m not suffering," I hiss at him. "And if you think you have suffered like me, you don’t know a goddamn thing. But I’ll be happy to show you." My grin feels manic on my face.
I turn to go but a clawed hand yanks my wrist back. My body slams up against his. "I'm not going anywhere with you," I say before he can speak. "Not until I'm ready."
Shadow's eyes flash with a sudden, scorching heat. "Damn it, Evie. Can't you see what this place is doing to you? Can't you feel it draining your life away?"
I pretend to think even as I ignore how the hard planes of his body presses into mine, the bulge of his arousal against my exposed hip bone that instantly turns my center hot and liquid. "Draining my life? No. I’m only aware of wasting my life. With you."
I try to break away, but he whirls me, so my ass hits the balcony edge. His back shields us from the view of anyone watching. Again, his hardness is pinned to my hip. The skin there coos with satisfaction at feeling his thick, hard length.
A fang scrapes the shell of my ear, and I feel the hot wet drip of my own blood. "Evie, I know you are angry. But this is insane.Suicidal. Come back with me. I’ll spend the rest of my days kneeling before you. Proving my fealty to you."
His bulge pushes aside the strip of fabric that waterfalls over my naked sex, until the massive tip nudges my traitorous, wet, welcoming cunt.
I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning until the slick metallic slide of my own blood hits my tongue.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Swallow Me Whole
Every nerve ending in me silently begs Shadow to thrust. To fuck me hard and furious, right here. Even with monsters at the party standing mere feet away.
Maybe they’d want to watch?
My inner muscles clench hard at the illicit thought.
I turn my head away from Shadow even as he tries to kiss me. His lips curl upward against my neck.
"You forget, little monster. I can smell you. Iknowyou."
My teeth click in irritation at the truth.
"You want me," he purrs. "Let me take you home. I’ll fuck you for hours, for days. Until you think you’ve had enough, then give you more satisfaction. The pain you crave. Then I’ll feed you, bathe you, and do it all over again. I’ll let you punish me, use me however you want. For any and every sick, perverse little fantasy you can possibly imagine."
His cock nudges harder until he splits my lower lips, holding back just from penetrating. I gasp, pushing up onto my toes. Even I’m not sure if I’m lining him up to slide in or trying to put distance between us. Chest constricting with need, my body trembles. I’m caught between his large, hard body and the edge of the balcony.
"I have one fantasy I haven’t shared," I say hesitantly, swallowing hard over the lump that’s built in my throat.
"Tell me," he whispers, snaking that forked tongue out to curl and caress the length of my neck in that way that drives me wild. He slowly rocks his hips, just enough to brush against my hungry, desperate clit with infuriating pressure.
I turn to meet his gaze.
"In this fantasy, you go fuck yourself." Then using all my power, I push him back.
Normally, Shadow is immovable, but my words must have taken him by surprise, because he stumbles away as I tug my dress down and stride away. I keep my shaking hands loose by my sides, and I don’t pull the fabric away from the clinging dampness between my thighs.
It’s not until I'm comfortably surrounded by an adoring throng that wants to know more about the human world and why my ears are shaped the way they are that I dare to glance at where I left my monster.
No. Not my monster anymore.
Shadow is where I left him. A dark cloud fills the space around him with a fury I’ve only seen in his most violent moments.
I wonder for a moment if I’ve pushed him too hard. Then someone slides a goblet into my hand.
