Too late, bitch.
Leo gathered a bundle of memories in his mind—good recollections, the very best.Him shifting for the first time.Playing with his brothers in the town of Middlemarch on Earth.Making love to his girlfriend.Cathy had died during the initial virus outbreak.He ditched that part from his memory capsule and tossed in every other happy occasion he could recall, every recollection of days and nights when he’d experienced happiness.
“Why did you cut your hair?”she asked.
“It-it was in the way.”Fuck, she’d reduced him to stutters.
“I liked it.”
She’d enjoyed yanking on the long strands and using them as a bridle, but he never uttered the thought aloud.Less was more with this evil bitch.
“Tell me the truth,” she demanded.
“It was h-heavy and hot.”
“Hmm, I sense truth in your words.Though not stupid, I.You wanted to annoy Iseult.Truth?”
“Truth,” Leo spat.
Before he could open his eyes and follow up with a glare, the flogger swished again and struck his arse.Pain sparked along his nerve endings, sucked the ire out of him, and left him quivering.Defeated.
“Pity,” she cooed, but it was in a dispassionate voice.“But it will matter little in the end.I will still have my way with you.”
The flogger whistled in a series of quick blows.Each rained on a different part of his backside.Each throbbed and pushed pained groans up his throat.Each lash arced like electricity to his cock, to his balls, and filled him with shame.
Difficult to understand how he hated the woman, yet her actions had his body behaving like a begging dog.
“Open your eyes.I want to see your pain, feed from your fear.”
Leo forced open his eyelids, met her avid gaze.Up close, her eyes were a weird blue and he saw himself reflected, counting six likenesses.She could see behind her, but her distance vision was poor.Not that the knowledge helped him to escape her clutches.
“Good.”Her breath was hot against his neck as she leaned forward.
Leo tensed, knowing what was coming next, but he wasn’t quick enough.Her fangs sank into the base of his neck and sucked on his flesh.He shuddered, fighting the euphoric sensations propelled into him from her bite.
A moan whispered from his lips, and he relaxed against her curvy form, letting her take as much of his lifeblood as she deemed necessary.She wouldn’t kill him this way, at least he didn’t think so.No, she enjoyed toying with her prey.
Teasing and taunting until he screamed.
And he would scream.
He wouldn’t be able to help himself.
Her smile was gloating and bloody when she lifted her head.Her gaze had darkened from deep blue to black, a sign of her growing arousal.She stepped back and he staggered.Blood trickled from the bite at the side of his throat.It ran over his collarbone, down his pectoral muscle and dripped to the floor.Brilliant crimson against the white tiles.
“Stand in position,” she barked.
Leo attempted to straighten.His knees gave before he caught his weight and spread his legs to hip-width as per her order.Slowly, he lifted his arms.His muscles trembled with the effort, and he wondered how long he’d last.Didn’t matter.She flayed his skin with her flogger, taking bites from any spot that attracted her attention.He sucked in a slow breath.That bloody straw again.No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to force enough oxygen into his lungs.
She circled him, those bloody heels of herstap-tappingon the tiles.He heard that sound in his nightmares, woke screaming because he thought she was in his bedroom.
Thetap-tappingceased.
Slap.Slap.Slap.
He winced at each sharp blow of the flogger against her palm.Soon he’d feel that bite against his skin again and the deceptive power of it.If not for his feline genes, he wouldn’t heal.
“Eyes open.”
