I need to tear the clothes from her body and feel the warmth of her skin on mine. I need to feel her breathing quicken and make her heart beat out of its ribcage as I thrust into her. I take a deep breath and cup my hands under her ass to bring her legs up. She follows my lead and wraps them tightly around my waist, gripping my hips with her thighs like a vise. The knife in her hand never wavers, even though she lets out a strangled whimper as her body softens into mine.
“Still want to kill me, little bug?” I hum in her ear, nipping at her earlobe and lightening my grip on her firm ass. I spread my fingers wide, filling my palms with her.
“Yes,” she murmurs, rubbing her nose along my neck. “But I want to feel you inside of me first, before your heart stops beating.”
Her words shoot straight down to my cock. I don’t know who Mattie really is, but at this moment, I don’t care. We’ll figure out who the actual monster is after her voice is hoarse from screaming prayers to me all night.
I turn and take her across the room to what I’m assuming will be the bedroom, our eyes still locked onto each other. Both of us are waiting for the other to falter, for the other’s mask to slip. I feel the warm trickle of liquid magic, dark enough to look like blood, drip down my neck to my chest—a reminder of the rage inside this tiny demon attached to me. I’ve never fucked at knife point, or fucked many humans at all, but the thought has me rock hard. My cock throbs, straining to be free of its cage and buried inside her. My true form lashes around inside me. Its desperation vibrates through every fabricated inch of muscle and bone.
With her bed in sight, I crash my lips on to hers. Her soft, pouty lips part so beautifully for me, not matching the harshness of her words. She tastes so fucking delicious, just like I knew she would. Her anger and arousal coat my tongue, but there’s a sadness there too. Our tongues intertwine, like we could inject each other with our own brands of darkness. Heat radiates from her pussy, and I know she’s close to soaking through her shorts.
As I lower us to the bed, she finally removes the knife from my throat to brace herself on her arms. I take the opportunity to pin her underneath me, holding her down with my hips. My hands roam her skin, and I work my mouth from her lips to her neck, biting a trail along her chin. She won’t get any pleasure from me without embracing the pain as well.
A moan escapes her throat, and she moves to pull my hoodie over my head. It’s quickly discarded, thrown to the floor. She lifts her tiny tank top and tosses it too. Her tits are fully bared to me, with pebbled nipples and speckled, rose-colored patches of skin. The scent of her arousal fills the room, and I ache for more of her. I roughly grasp a breast in each hand, twirling her nipples taut between my fingers and twisting just enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain. Her hips buck up, searching for me, desperate for any type of friction.
Mattie is a needy little bug, and I’m ready to provide, but she’s going to have to work for it like the good girl I know she is. I put my jean clad thigh between her legs and let her rock against it. She’s soaked, wet and wanting. One of my hands goes under her back, holding tight to her side, while the other sneaks up further on the bed to grab the knife.
She gasps and goes rigid beneath me as I drag the knife point along her soft side, just hard enough to draw tiny pinpricks of blood. The metallic scent fills my nostrils, and I run my tongue along my bottom lip, imagining how sweet she’ll taste. Her moan tells me her desire is overriding any other emotion trying to fight its way through.
“You’re doing so well,” I moan, my voice deepening. “I’m going to release you, but if you struggle, our game is over.” I grip her waist tighter. “Do you understand?”
She nods, digging her warm center into my thigh again. I easily cut through her tiny shorts and expose her black thong. Her scent is overwhelming as she’s spread before me. A dark frenzy stirs in my gut, and I tremble on the edge of total loss of control. I run the knife over the crest of her soft mound. Her breasts heave with every labored breath as I move down her body. I moan into her sweetness, flicking my tongue through her center.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, little bug.” She rolls her hips into my face as I slowly work my tongue in and out of her. I can taste her wickedness and the terror of secrets she’s not ready to give up yet. Her arousal and my saliva pool beneath us, and her legs tremble around me. Her hand reaches down, and I steady myself, prepared to snatch the knife from her grasp, but she reaches for the swollen bundle of nerves I’ve been willfully ignoring.
I flick my wrist downward, and she yelps at the intrusion of the cold steel against her skin. I look up at her through hooded eyes and grab her wrist before she can cradle her injured fingers. Without breaking eye contact, I put each nicked finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue to gather each drop of blood I’ve spilled.
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” I growl. She shifts restlessly below me, and I know she won’t give up total control so easily. My eyes flicker around the room until they settle on a pile of rope heaped in a corner. I raise an eyebrow. How many men could she send to their watery afterlife with that much rope? I’ll get that answer from her later, because right now, it’s going to serve a different purpose.
“Stay,” I command, licking her wetness from my fingers. Fear flickers across her eyes as she realizes what I’m backing up across the room to get. Her muscles twitch with anticipation. Before she can slide down to her feet, I’m already back on top of her, pressing her further into the bed, the rope laying at my feet. One hand covers her mouth and the other cups her pussy that’s still crying at the loss of me.
“Uh-uh, Mattie. I thought we had a deal.” I shake my head but can’t suppress my laugh or the explosion of excitement for what comes next that spreads through my body. “I’m going to give you one more chance to be a good girl.” I nip at her earlobe and suck it through my teeth as I grab her by the throat and move her up the bed. I tie each of her wrists to the old wooden headboard and sit back to admire the masterpiece in front of me.
She squirms silently, but her eyes never leave mine, and I don’t move again until I see her fire, her rage ignite in them again. There she is, my little lightning bug. I crawl up her body, trailing my fingers across the goosebumps forming on her soft, tanned skin.
“I don’t normally fuck my food before I eat it, but there’s something about you I can’t resist. Tell me, Mattie, what is that darkness inside you? I can see it there, just behind the rage in your eyes.”
She bares her teeth at me but rolls her hips into mine. The only thing keeping my cock from her neediness is my clothing between us, but not for much longer. “Fuck. You,” she spits.
“Oh, you will,” I sneer and crash my mouth to hers. I’m ravenous, but so is she. She meets me blow for blow. Our teeth clash and our tongues fight against each other to maintain dominance. I rake my nails down her sides and drink in her guttural moans. As her desperation peaks, I roll off her to stand at the foot of the bed. The noise of my zipper cracks through the thick anticipation filling the room. The head of my cock peeks out of the band of my briefs then springs forward as I pull them down.
Mattie’s eyes widen, and she shifts her weight against the restraints. Precum forms at my tip, beads of pearlescent silver, and I smear it with my thumb before it gives me away. I kneel by her feet, caressing and kissing each ankle. My hands knead the knots from her tense muscles. My darkness begs me to worship her—consume her.
Her salty tang lingers on my tongue, and her soft whimpers only fuel my hunger. I’m starving for her. I trace my way up her body, my tongue flat on her soft skin. Mattie wriggles underneath me as I reach her stomach. Her muscles go rigid with each swirl of my thumb against her swollen clit. She’s holding back, unwilling to bend to me so easily, even though her body yearns for it. Each buck of her hips begs me to fill her.
“You taste like death and need, Mattie.” I smirk up at her from between her breasts, each nipple puffed and begging to be pinched between my teeth.
“Please,” she cries, slamming her eyes closed. She raises on her tip toes, desperately pushing her hips to mine, chasing my length as it grinds into her. My magic tightens in my chest, trying to take over and force my human body to rut into her until we devastate her. The tip of my cock, wet with her desire, rests at her entrance. Yet, I still edge her closer and closer to the precipice with my fingers.
“Give yourself to me, little bug,” I snarl. My teeth sink into the delicate skin of her shoulder as I plunge myself into her to the hilt. Her inner walls choke my cock, and she screams through her release. Wave after wave of her pleasure washes over us, intensifying with each thrust of my hips. Her screams roll into low whines, and I feel my release building at the base of my spine, chasing after hers.
My physical form flickers, and my hands flash between human and shadow and bone as my true self begs to break through. Mattie’s eyes are still closed against my struggle, soaking in how perfectly I fill her. My fists clench, balling the sheets between them. I moan into her neck, absorbing her essence as I spill into her. Liquid magic coats her walls with each pulse of my cock, mixing with her release. My hands raise to cradle her head between them, and I stare into those violent green orbs for one last thrust. “Such a good fucking girl.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
mattie
This is not how I envisioned tonight going. I’m a boneless wreck, lying on the bed in a puddle of sweat, blood, and both of our arousal. Whoever this man is, I’ve severely misjudged him. I try to find any give in the ropes binding me to the bed, but there is none, my skin raw beneath the restraints.
