“You're being disrespectful, Onyx.” I grin.
“H-how?” He struggles to catch his breath.
“You came all over that gravestone.” I tsk. “That's very rude. It’s only fair that you clean it up.” I shove him forward, bringing his face to the dirty stone. “Now be a good boy and lick your cum clean like the dirty little slut you are.”
“What?! No.”
“Do it.” I bark. “Now.”
He starts cursing, calling me every name in the book but I watch as his tongue flicks out, licking up his cum.
Why is that so damn hot? I’ve never met a human like him before. He’s special. Fucked in the head, but aren’t we all?
“Good boy.” I praise him. “That's enough.”
Letting go of his hair, I grip his hip as he uses the gravestone to steady himself on his shaking legs as I pull out of his ass.
He whimpers as I watch my cum leak out of his used hole. “So fucking pretty.” I murmur, using two fingers to push my cum back inside. He moans, arching his back as he pushes himself on my fingers, forcing them deeper into his ass.
My cock twitches back to life, ready to go again and again until he’s nothing but a used mess on the cemetery ground, covered in my cum.
Only, I don’t get a chance for round two because it’s as if the reality of what just happened snaps into place inside Onyx’s mind. He bends down, fumbling with his pants as he frantically pulls them up.
He spins around, wild eyes finding me. He’s so fucking sexy, his glasses askew on his handsome face, his black hair mussed in the perfect freshly fucked look.
“This never happened.” he says, chest heaving. “Forget you met me and stay the fuck away from me.”
He turns around and runs.
With every step he takes, my chest grows tight.
“Run while you can, Little Human!” I call out, chuckling. I lower my voice, talking to myself. “Because it won’t be long until you're all mine.”
I told him I’d take his cancer away, and I did. He’s free of it now as we speak. I told him I’d let him live longer, and he will.
But, I never said how long.
He better enjoy the time he has left, because it’s not going to last.
What he doesn’t know is that I plan on bringing him to Hell a lot sooner than either of us thought.
The fact is, Onyx is mine. My mate. I’ve had a taste of him and I’m never letting him go.
Chapter
Three
Onyx
The water from the shower rains down on my body, and I stand underneath it in awe. There’s nothing abnormal about taking a shower. In fact, it’s blissfully normal.
Every day that I wake up, I’m reminded that the cancer is gone, and that I can jump out of bed and do whatever I want.
After watching my entire life crash down around me with the prognosis that my cancer was too advanced to survive with treatment, I’m still amazed that I escaped death.
Literally.
My hands move over my body, looking for bumps or lumps that shouldn’t be there. I press underneath my arm several times, sure this is a dream. However, there’s not a lump, and I’m definitely not dreaming.
