by K. A Knight
“Remi!” he roars, reaching for me.
“Don’t!” I beg as I hold it back with the last shred of my being. Its claws tear through my sides, ripping me apart from the inside out in its desire to be let free. Its haunting screams fill my ears, its bloodlust surging through me. To kill. Hunt. Eat. Decimate. The thoughts chant through my mind again and again as I’m locked in an internal battle. Khalid’s eyes remain on me the entire time. I feel his worry and helplessness.
The need to hurt those who hurt him is overwhelming. I have to kill and now, but the only person around is Khalid, and I can’t kill him. “Help.” It’s forced out through clenched teeth, the only time I have ever asked for help.
“How?” he asks, watching me from the corner as I writhe in agony, trying to keep the creature back. I land on my side, panting, curled in agony.
“Kiss me!” I almost scream.
He blinks, but without hesitation, he grips my chin and kisses me. Hard. The creature pauses, stopping its rampage, and instead, focuses on him. On the desire pooling in my belly, on my body’s response, and just like that, it flips again.
To lust.
I’m going to fuck him…
Better than killing him.
KHALID
She tastes like agony and blood, and the darkness in me likes that. Likes hearing her cries of pain and seeing the fear and terror in her eyes. Feeling the trembles of her hurting body. I’m a sick bastard.
She whimpers into my mouth but pushes into my hand as I pull back. “Yes, like that,” she implores, and in her eyes, I see the truth—she needs this. She can explain after. I’m not going to turn her down when it’s what both of us want badly. Have since that moment we locked eyes in the club. I guess we both knew we would end up here.
With her below me and my cock buried inside her.
Flipping her onto her back, I grab her hands, pull them above her head, and smash them down onto the seat as she gasps and arches into me. Keeping one of my hands around her joined wrists, squeezing on the verge of pain, I kiss her again, nipping at her lip before sucking it and pulling it, letting it pop back. Both of her eyes are black now, like mine. Her legs wrap around me as she rubs against me, teasing me with everything I have always wanted.
“Fuck me,” she snarls against my lips.
Grinding the bones in her wrists together, I let her feel my strength. Unlike others before, she doesn’t get scared. No, she rolls into me, begging for more, wanting the pain and darkness I hide. “Yes, more, make it hurt. Spill my blood. Let me watch it flow down my body.” She groans, and my heart skips a beat as my cock presses uncomfortably against my jeans.
Fuck, she’s so perfect.
I don’t want to terrify her with my predilections, so I won’t let the full monster come out, but she can have a taste. See if she survives it. I finally seal my lips to hers and tangle our tongues together, both of us fighting for dominance. She grinds into me, dragging me close, her teeth digging into my lip as I pull away, and she snarls, biting harder until I taste my blood. The coppery tang makes me explode into a lust-fuelled haze.
Reaching down, I twist my hand in her shirt and yank it from her body. She gasps as I throw it away, leaving her in her bra, but I want her naked. I want to see all those curves and muscles again and have those incredible breasts at my mercy. I snap the front of the bra and toss it, and then I pull back, warning her with my eyes to keep her hands there as I feel my blood dripping down my tongue from her bite. She licks her bloodstained lips and moans, her hips rolling as I sit back on my heels.
I open the button on her pants and yank them over her hips. She lifts them to help me, and I graze my lips down her thigh as I pull them down and off, tossing them away. She lies before me in only a tiny thong, which I snap and shove in my back pocket as I take in her body. She’s fucking stunning. She looked even more beautiful with her luscious figure covered in blood, but these curves… Fuck, I almost come in my pants. I can’t wait to get inside of her, but I want to taste her, to suck those perky little nipples into my mouth. To see my teeth marks imprinted there. To see my belt marks across her tits, her thighs, and ass as I fuck her. To see her drip with the pain.
I want her riding that knife’s edge of madness, like I always am, caught somewhere between too much and just enough.
She snarls, and her fangs descend, hanging over her lips—her tiger or wolf? I don’t know, but I can’t wait to feel them in my skin. I’ve never had a shifter, but I know they like to bite and fuck hard. Shit. My girl is going to kill me, and I haven’t even touched her yet.
“Stop staring and start moving,” she orders, and I narrow my eyes.
“Don’t get sassy with me, amore,” I snap.
“Or what?” She grins and then drags her hands down her belly and back up, cupping her heavy breasts and tweaking her nipples as I watch. Her eyes stay locked on me as I vibrate with unleashed danger. She parts her thighs and lets me see her pretty pink pussy. Her right hand glides down her stomach and parts her lips, letting me see the wetness already coating her pretty cunt and the hooded clit begging for my teeth and lips.
“Hands off, you’re mine.” I lash her with my demand, and she smirks, even as she slides her hand down her pussy like the brat she is.
No, that’s my job. She doesn’t get pleasure from anywhere else, not even herself. I slap her hands away and grab her ripped shirt. I tear a strip, grab both hands, and tie them and then slam them above her head again. She purrs and rubs against me, her chest brushing across mine. Leaning back, I scrape my teeth down her chest and around her breasts before sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of her skin, making me groan and dig my teeth in deeper.
“Khalid.” She arches further into my mouth. “Harder, make it hurt now,” she snarls, and I feel her fighting whatever is going through her, so I bite harder until I break the skin and taste her blood. My own darkness screams for me to rip into her, to hear her cries echo around the car, so I pull back, licking my smirking lips as I look at the bleeding teeth marks surrounding her wet, pointed nipple. My possessiveness roars through me, and I give the other the same treatment before watching the droplets of blood slowly run down her bare chest. “More,” she demands, almost screaming, writhing for me. “Fuck me, rip me apart.”
“Fuck, don’t temp me,” I snarl as I lick down her body, feeling her tremble under my tongue before I reach her cunt. The sweet smell of her musk reaches me, so I inhale, sucking it into my lungs until she is all I can smell, and then I part her pussy lips and drag my tongue down her slit until she is all I can taste. She groans, lifting her hips to meet my mouth again. My girl doesn’t want soft, she wants hard and painful, so do I, but this is also my first time with my mate, and I want to do all the things I haven’t been able to do. Like watch her ride my face as she comes, feeling her clench around my fingers, her tight cunt coated in her blood and cum. Watch her go wild as I drive her higher than anyone ever could. So good, it hurts.
Licking her pussy like it’s my favourite fucking thing to eat, I lash her clit over and over before slamming my tongue inside of her. She groans, pushing her pussy into my face, her thighs clamping around my head. Good. Fuck, she can kill me if she wants to, it won’t stop me from licking this cunt.
Flattening my tongue, I drag it down her to her arse, eating her messily and quickly before I press a finger to her pussy and, with no warning, slam it inside her. She cries out as I growl, feeling her tight channel contracting around my finger, so I pull out and add another and another, stretching her tight pussy like I will with my cock.
She purrs loudly, grinding onto my tongue as I lash her clit before sucking it into my mouth and biting down gently. With a scream, she comes, her pussy clamping around my fingers as she desperately rides my face, even as I add extra pressure, almost breaking the skin of her clit before pulling back and kissing it better. I lift my head and suck in a deep breath of the sweetness of her release. Pulling my fingers free, I watch the wetn
ess stretch between us before I drag them down to her ass and press a finger there.
“Fuck, yes, shove them in. Make it hurt,” she demands.
Shit.
So I do just that, thrusting them into her tight little ass. She thrashes for me as I pull them out and slam them inside of her, making it hurt, yet she only cries out in ecstasy as I stroke her tight little ass before I pull them free of her clinging body. She whimpers, and I wipe them clean, then I kiss up her belly, lap at the blood on her chest, and meet her parted lips, letting her taste her blood and release on my lips.
She moans as her legs wrap around me again, her tied hands hooking over my neck and dragging me closer. Grunting, I kiss her hard as I reach between us, flick open my jeans, and push them down until I can pull out my cock. Wrenching my lips away, I breath heavily as I look down at her, at those plump, raw lips and wild, dark eyes. The blood covering her abused chest… Fuck. I almost spill across her right here, but she needs my cock and I want to see her ride it. To feel her come around it with that soft, tight silk wrapped around me like a vice as I fuck her.
Impatient, she lunges forward, biting my neck like a wild animal, her head thrashing from side to side. I grip the back of her head, encouraging her, feeling my blood spill and skin rip. The agony pounds through me and mixes with pleasure until my eyes cross. Needing to fuck her, I yank her head back with her hair, ripping my neck open as I sit back. Blood coats her teeth and chin as she grins and drapes her legs over my shoulders. I pull her farther down and drag my hard cock down her pussy with a growl.
“Fuck, how can you taste so good?” I snarl, feeling the wound on my neck heal, even as my blood stains my chest and back, dripping down my arm. I want it to scar, to wear it proudly, but I know it won’t. It wasn’t deep enough.
“I feel even better,” she purrs. “Slam it inside of me. Let me feel every inch. Fuck me hard, I want to be so sore I can barely walk,” she demands, looking down her body at my huge, thick dick and groaning. “Shit, that’s going to feel so good.”
“You need to be wetter,” I warn, even as I press against her hole. I’m big, huge actually, and that isn’t even an exaggeration. I don’t want to rip her. But she is having none of it. She pushes down, taking the tip of my cock inside of her with a groan, and then she slams down again, trying to work herself onto my length.
Fuck.
Grabbing her hips, I narrow my eyes on her as she smirks at me, knowing she got her way. I’ll show the brat what she is going to get. In one punishing move, I slam into her tight cunt, forcing my monster length through her channel. She screams in pain and pleasure, even as she pushes down, taking more. Wetness gushes around me as I make it hurt. Smirking, I pull out and slam back in, slow at first, before I pick up speed.
My mate likes pain? I’m fucked.
She’s everything I could ever want—no, need. She can handle my…darker desires, and I can’t wait to show her, to paint her skin in my marks and blood. To tie her up and fuck every hole until she can’t walk. To see her ride me in that leather as she uses those knives on me. To hunt her and have her hunt me. Shit, my brain is getting away with me, and now I’m just hammering into her. The loud slap of skin with the wet squelch of her pussy is loud, even above her cries of pleasure.
“More,” she urges, her voice laced with pain and pleasure.
Flipping her, I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze as I slam into her again and again, snarls leaving my lips. Her hands turn to claws, and she rips them down the seats on either side of her as she writhes beneath me, fighting me even now when she’s getting what she wants. So I tighten my hand, squeezing until it hurts and she’s gasping for air, struggling to breathe. Seeing that, seeing the struggle has me harder than ever, and I pummel into her. My other hand is on her hip, yanking her back, impaling her on my cock over and over.
While she can’t see me, I feel the face slip, unable to control it when I’m with her. It’s something that’s never happened, and for the first time ever, I fuck as me, not as someone else.
I fuck her relentlessly, letting all my powers free, allowing her to feel every hard inch of my cock and strength, and she revels in it, riding my length like a good little monster. I watch it go in and out of her tight little cunt, stretching her hole deliciously around me as her head drops and hits the carpet. Her moans are continuous now, and her back is arched, the pale, unblemished skin calling for me to ruin it. Mar it. Mark it. Make it mine.
So I do.
Ensuring not to touch her with my powers, I grab one of her knives and drag it down her back, splitting the skin all the way down. She screams in ecstasy as her blood pools and runs across her skin like spilled wine. The deep red has my hips stuttering before I slam into her again and again.
“Yes, more, cut me to pieces,” she snarls.
Next time, I want her nails scoring my back all the way down, cutting it to ribbons as I fuck her, but right now, I want to cut her more. Maybe it’s twisted, probably from my messed-up childhood, but pain and pleasure go hand in hand for me. Watching people lose their inhibitions and explode when they didn’t know they could, seeing the pain take them to new heights, is delicious, but my girl knows what she likes and I don’t have to be scared.
I can feel it. We are two halves, and my kink is hers. She wants to be hurt, to hurt, and fuck dirty and bloody.
I slice again, across this time, and she growls, her pussy clenching around me as she cries out. So I do it again and again before I drop the knife and lay over her, her blood coating my chest as I fuck her hard and fast. I feel my release building, storming through me with such strength, I know I won’t be able to move. It’s been building since I first saw her, after all.
Wrapping my bloody hand around her throat, I pin her there and drive into her. “Come, now,” I snarl into her ear, and with a cry, she does. Her pussy clamps and gushes around me, and I slam all the way to the hilt and let the pleasure take over. Her tight cunt pulls my release from my body as I squirt into her cunt, filling her with my cum, my groan in her ear.
It drags out, my balls emptying. The pleasure surges through my entire body until I almost black out, and something snaps into place between us, but I’m too gone to notice, my body limp as I lie on her.
Eventually, I come around, panting against her neck. She is soft and pliant under me, purring like her tiger as we both shake with aftershocks. “Fuck,” I murmur, and she nods.
“Hell yes, we are doing that again.”
I laugh, and we both groan.
Oh, my little amore has no idea. I plan on fucking her for the rest of my days. Even if she’s my enemy, I’m keeping her. If I have to tie her to a bed and take her orgasms from her, I will.
She’s mine.
Forever. There is no escaping me now.
REMI
I must doze for a few hours, because my body is healed when I wake and I’m curled in Khalid’s arms, which makes me freeze. I never stay the night, but I don’t have much choice here. His arms and legs are wrapped around me possessively and filled with strength, so I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. I feel his sticky cum on my thighs and my dried blood on my back, and my throat aches from his hands in the best way. I’m sore like I wanted, and the blood and fucking drove back the creature, so now it’s my turn.
I want him again.
I want to look into those eyes while I ride that thick cock I’m now addicted to. I’ve never been fucked like that—without inhibitions, uncaring if he killed or hurt me, just like I wanted. Some men say they like that shit and cry when I scratch them. Some are good and fuck me hard and painfully, tying me up and filling my holes, but it’s never been enough for me. I needed more. I apparently needed an inhuman god to fuck me to the brink of death.
Rolling over, I push him to his back and straddle his waist, digging my nails into his pecs. He groans, his black eyes flicking open. His hair is darker now, almost black, but as I watch it fades back to ginger, and I feel like just for a moment, he wa
s losing his face. I want to see what he really looks like, but for some reason, he doesn’t want me to. “Let me see,” I whisper.
He licks his lips and narrows his eyes. “Plan on doing anything or teasing?” he challenges, distracting me instead, and I roll my hips, feeling his cock wake up and start to harden.
Smirking, I dig my nails in deeper. He hisses and lifts his hips as his eyes slide shut. Oh yes, I’m going to give him everything. I bet he has never been truly hurt before, not in the way he clearly needs it to let out all his stress and memories. I scrape my nails down his chest and back up, but this time when I drag them down, I let them transform into claws. He yelps as they cut through his skin, grabbing my hips and sliding me back and forth on his cock, wetting it.
“Yes, amore. That,” he growls in a rush as those black eyes open and lock on me. Raising my claw, I let him watch as I suck it into my mouth, tasting his blood. He groans and gives me that impatient, dangerous look he’s nailed, which never fails to make me wet. I drag them back down again, slashing across his chest, deeper this time, and his cock jerks under me. Pulling them free, I lean down and taste his blood, moaning at the flavour as I lap it up. I glide my tongue along the cuts, flicking the jagged edges before diving in and licking again. He grips my ass and squeezes as he pulls me up and down, basically dry humping me.
Sitting back, I grind my hips against him before lifting and grabbing his hard cock, stroking him with my bloodstained, wet hand. He groans, watching me with his lips parted, and that sound hits my core. It’s so masculine and deep, it makes me shiver.
I stroke him as I watch him. His cock is huge, and I can barely wrap my hand around him. No wonder he nearly split me in two. If you don’t like pain, I bet he’s too much.
