Bane fights dirty, which is not a surprise. He tries to trip me with his shadows, forcing me to jump over them. When he gets bored with that, he allows his shadows to flirt with me, drifting over my skin to make goosebumps creep in.
“You don’t fight fair,” I complain, my shoes skidding as I careen around a gravestone.
“I work for the Devil,” he snorts, his steps long as he walks like Michael Myers. No matter how slowly he walks, he always catches his prey. Fuck, I suck as a final boy, the serial killer still got his way with me. “I don’t even think I understand the definition of that word.”
“You’re impossible,” I growl, losing myself for a second in his dark gaze as he smirks at me.
“You enjoy me, Little Human. Why do you complicate things with silliness?” he asks.
“You’re such an ass,” I mutter, dashing through the woods on the edge of the graveyard.
I don’t have a plan, and I’m moving too fast to think. I know what I want, but I’m beginning to worry that I’ll never get it.
“If I wanted to be released of our arrangement, would you?” I ask, poking my head from behind a huge tree.
Bane’s chest heaves slightly, yet I doubt it’s from exertion. He likes to have things his way or the highway. I honestly think I could overlook this, and I’d even wait in our room with my pale, perky ass waiting to get railed when he gets home, if only he’d tell me he loved me.
I’m an insecure human, and I know it. I should feel flattered Bane is willing to be a plague above and below ground to keep all the good parts of me to himself. I simply…need a little more.
“Never.” The word comes out as a rumbling growl. “Mates are for eternity,” he snarls. “I can’t ever release you.”
My stomach flip-flops with a feeling that reminds me disturbingly of satisfaction.
“I see some really kinky stuff when I walk with you around Hell. None of that interests you?” I ask.
“I’m the jealous one in this relationship,” Bane huffs, making me swallow back a laugh. God, why is he so hot?
No! This is why we fuck but don’t talk.
“I smell your arousal, Little Human," Bane groans. “What’s so terrible about fucking for all eternity?”
“I need more,” I say, running away again.
“Onyx! For the Devil’s sakes. Tell me what you want from me,” he says, looking sad before his face hardens.
Fuck, he’s mad now.
Bane disappears and his shadows squeeze and stroke my cock under my clothes, making it impossible to pay attention as my eyes bounce in the thickening darkness. It was lighter earlier, which means this is Bane’s fault.
I slam into a thick chest, squeaking as I fall back onto my ass. My mate’s body reappears in sections, until his burning black eyes come back last. Leaping on top of me, his hand wraps around my throat, silencing anything I might say as he pins me to the ground.
“You’ve said quite enough, Little Human,” Bane whispers, his lips fusing against mine until I’m shamelessly grabbing at his clothes.
Our cocks rub against each other in our pants, and with a flick of Bane’s wrist, our clothes disappear except for his cloak.
“I can never imagine the kind of love mortals feel because I’ve never been one,” he says, kissing down my neck.
I’m still being punished with the lack of air, the rushing of blood in my ears almost stealing his words from me.
“I was never a child the way you were, I don’t have those kinds of connections or morals,” he growls. “What I know is that I miss you when you’re not with me. It’s impossible for me to work sometimes because you fill my every thought, and Lucifer yelled at me at my last observation meeting.”
Fuck, this is so surreal.
Bane seems to remind himself I need to breathe, even if it is simply a weird construct from my past life. My mind lives withincertain limits, and that’s why he continues to kill me during sex. It’s why I like to eat, I get cold in bed and need all the blankets, and Ihaveto brush my teeth two to three times a day.
“I have lived for so long, I’ve gotten bored. I’ve seen millions of sunsets, sunrises, and the world several times over. However, I forget you haven’t had that, which is why I get impatient. I should be enough,” he says, his hand squeezing around my throat again when I make the mistake of inhaling to say something.
“I’m not romantic, but I do promise to fuck you over the Grand Canyon, and to take you with me more often,” Bane continues. “My days and nights are more full with you in them, and I can’t imagine not seeing you anymore. Trust me, Lucifer would have to end me because I would be fucking impossible.”
