by K. A Knight
“He should have never spoken to my mate like that.” He drops the head and strolls towards me where I remain frozen, cupping my face with blood-stained hands. “Bella, is that what you were so afraid of? Me finding out?” He shakes his head. “I figured you had to be a hybrid. Can’t say I expected that, but it makes sense. It doesn’t change how I view you, my love. I told you, we are in this together. No one will ever hurt you again.” He leans down and kisses my unresponsive lips, his tipping up in a smirk. “Now’s probably not a good time to admit it, but I’m in love with you, Bella. In love with everything about you, and the fact that you are something so special, so rare, only makes me love you more. We will figure this out together, I promise you that.”
“Y-You love me?” I sputter, and he rests his head against mine, pulling me into his arms.
“I have since you hit me in the head with a shovel and threw me in the boot with your spare bra.” He laughs.
“You are crazier than me then.” I snort and he nods.
“Probably.”
“Fuck, fine, I love you too, asshole, but don’t let that go to your head, okay? I still have my shovel if you start to get too cocky,” I warn.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, love. Now that this is done, where do you want to go? Got any other enemies or exes we need to hunt?”
“You want to go on a bloody road trip, killing people I’ve fucked or who have tried to kill me?” I ask.
“Sounds good to me. Where do we start?” he whispers.
“Oh, you are crazy.” I laugh but lean closer. “How about we find a home instead?”
He thinks about it for a moment. “Fine, but you have to let me kill some people. I was buried alive for too long without it.”
“Fine, but no hiding their bodies in the backyard.” I snigger and then drag him to me, kissing him hard.
I was so scared of him finding out what I am, but I shouldn’t have been. I should have trusted him, trusted the feeling inside myself. I know I’m not a bad person, or an abomination, I’m just…different. So what if I was never meant to be born or that I’m the only one? It makes me one of a fucking kind.
I’ll show them what this hybrid can do with my mate at my side. God help anyone that tries to come after me.
Ciar
I get rid of the body and jump into the running car, grinning at my mate with dirt on my shirt and hands. “See? I’m useful.”
She snorts. “That’s still to be seen.”
My grin turns lustful and I run my gaze down her body. “Want me to prove it, Bella?”
“Calm down, Romeo,” she teases, but I hear the quickening of her pulse and the intake of breath as she throws me a look, her eyes dropping to my body for an instant before she concentrates on the road. As cool as my mate likes to act, she still wants me as much as I want her. Craves it, needs to feel our bodies touching, her mouth on mine...
“Fucking hell! Do you want me to crash, vamp boy?” she snaps.
I blink at her, unsure what she’s talking about, and she reaches over and taps my head. “You’re throwing porn images of us right into my brain.”
My eyes turn molten and she groans, her hands tightening on the wheel. “Stop looking at me like that,” she growls.
“Or what?” I murmur, leaning closer and sucking in the scent that is all my mate and coated in her lust, which shoots straight to my already hard cock.
“Or-or I will hit you with the shovel again!” she threatens, but it sounds weak and I laugh, making her glare.
“No you won’t. You are worried about what you will do if I carry on. Why don’t we find out, Bella?” I don’t bother with the charm in my voice, she wouldn’t fall for it anyway and it would only make her stab me again. Plus, I don’t need it. As much as she likes to protest, my mate wants me just as much as I want her. Desperately.
Especially after the way she had looked when the fallen told me what she was, expecting me to side with him, the rat. She had appeared so devastated, so lost and alone, staring at me like she expected me to side with him.
Foolish girl, I will have to remind her that she is mine later.
It was a surprise, though, what she was. I was expecting a hybrid, but a mystic and an angel? It explains the vision and the angel weapon. I don’t ask her anything else about it yet, knowing she will tell me when she’s ready. She needs to understand I still want her, that we are still mates, and the only way for my Isabella to realise that is through actions. She has been hurt and betrayed so often, her belief that no one will ever love her is imbedded within her...words will never work. Not yet, she needs to trust in me, see my actions and right now she is feeling fragile.
She needs me.
She will never have to ask, I will always be there. “Why don’t we find somewhere to rest? It’s been a long week, then we can figure out where we want to go next and I have an excuse to hold you.”
She throws me a look but doesn’t call me on my shit as she turns off the forest road and into what looks like an old, forgotten hotel. We head inside and she lets me pay for once, a testament to how she is feeling. She stands away from me as well, like she is still unsure how to act after what I found, so I purposely drag her closer and wrap my arms around her. She sniffs in derision but snuggles closer. My mate is a walking contradiction, but I wouldn’t want her any other way.
“Is there anyone else staying here?” I ask the old woman serving me, and she shakes her head.
Good. Don’t you think, Bella? As we tend to get loud and bloody...in fact.
I drop some more bills to cover the damage we will undoubtedly cause, and the woman grabs them with tears in her eyes in gratitude. “The farthest room, please.”
Bella snickers and elbows me to try and get free of my grasp, but we both know if she really wanted to, she could. So I hold her tighter, dropping a kiss on her head.
Stop wiggling against me, love, or I will bend you over the desk here and fuck you. The old lady can watch, I don’t give a fuck. Now behave, unless you want that…
She shivers against me and I grin. Oh, my little mate wants to play. She pushes back against me again, rubbing her ass across my hard cock and I tighten my grip on her. She doesn’t play fair, but then again, neither do I.
So, while the old lady is shuffling around the desk, entering details and getting the keys, I throw images into Bella’s mind of me fucking her. My face in her pussy, my cock in her mouth. Her thrown over the desk with her pert ass out as I smack it and force her to come in public. She begins to pant, wiggling in my grip and I grin, knowing I have her.
Not likely.
Fuck!
I stumble under the barrage of images she flings into my mind, my cock jerking in my pants and fangs descending as I fight not to take her here like I threatened.
Her head is thrown back as she rides me, blood running down her chest from puncture marks on her shoulder, then it flips to the next, my head between her legs as I feed from her thigh. Then the next, her on her knees right here, sucking my cock. It feels so real that I actually let out a groan.
I can play any game better than you can, vamp. Don’t test me or I will have you coming in your trousers here and then you can explain to the old lady why there’s come dripping onto her floor.
I laugh, I can’t help it, even as I bury my face in her hair to hide my fangs. My heart slams against my chest, so full it feels like it might crack, and I know our life together is going to be amazing. I can’t wait to experience it with her, sharing our journeys and adventures. It will unquestionably come with more stab wounds, but blood-stained, five thousand pound trousers are a little price to pay for the life and love she brings to me.
Pussy.
It floats into my mind, but I can hear the hope underneath, hope that maybe, just maybe, we will make it after all. Oh, Bella, if only she realised that she’s never, ever getting away from me. Guess I will have to remind her every day we are alive—one or two lifetimes with her will not be enough. But we will start there�
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“Ah, sorry about that, this old computer is slow. Here is your key, room eighteen, go down this corridor and out the back door, then take the path and there is a little building there, that’s yours. It has a functioning kitchen and hot tub out back. Thank you for staying, you can ring me on the phone if you need anything.” I nod and accept the key.
“Thank you, love,” I tell her with a friendly grin, and the woman’s cheeks tint, her eyes flaring, and I cringe, realising I had been using charm. I’m so used to Bella not reacting I had forgotten.
A stab of pain goes through me, making me grunt and glance down to see her knife buried in my side.
Bella, you really must stop stabbing me.
She grins as she pulls the blade free, the metal coated with my blood, and turns her back to the lady to shield herself as she cleans it with a lick of her tongue, and slips it away again. I gape as she plucks the key from me and saunters down the corridor, leaving me bleeding and hard in front of the old lady.
I wrap my jacket tighter to cover the bleeding as I feel it stop and heal, and then I throw the woman a smile but her eyebrows raise as she looks at the tent in my pants. “Sorry, kid, I’m too old for you.” She shuffles off with a chuckle and I’m left gaping, yet again.
Women.
I follow after my mate. When I catch up I grab her. She yells and starts to fight me as I toss her over my shoulder and chuckle. Spanking her, I brush her mind with mine.
Stop fighting or I’ll throw you down and fuck you. You are lucky I am feeling possessive and don’t want anyone to see you scream my name as you come underneath me.
She pants, her hands running down my back and cupping my ass. Fuck it, I speed up, blurring until we are in the room, and then I fumble with the key. A need so strong to claim my mate is racing through me, and she is feeling it too. She moans, wiggling on my shoulder as I swear and finally get the key in the lock and rip open the door.
I throw her inside and lock the door behind me, not bothering to put on the lights. It’s dark, the curtains are closed, but I can see her perfectly and thanks to our bonding, she can see me too.
She doesn’t want to talk, that’s for sure. No, my mate wants to be reminded who she belongs to and to feel that I’m still hers. She doesn’t want soft or caring. She wants rough, hard, and to feel alive...I can do that.
She runs towards me and I meet her halfway. She wraps her legs around me and yanks my head to the side, her human teeth biting into my neck to get her frustration out. Yelling, I rip her away and toss her backwards into a table. She rolls over it and lands in a crouch, her eyes flaring gold now.
She wants to fight, she wants to fuck—well, so do I.
My eyes are black and I don’t hold back, knowing she can take it. Knowing she needs this, a way to let the anger out, to feel in control, to blow off steam.
She comes at me in a blur, faster than I’ve ever seen her move. Her body is a weapon, and I meet her head-on. I grab her as we fall to the floor with her on top of me. She bites my neck again and I grunt as I clutch her and roll so she’s underneath me. Tearing at her shirt, I leave it in tatters, but she wraps her legs around my neck and flips us and gets to her feet.
Looking down, she narrows her eyes and throws the shirt away, so she’s in nothing but her bra and jeans. I lick my lips and taste my blood there, my fangs cutting my lips. She watches the movement with lust coating her face.
Shedding my jacket, I fling it away and stride to her. She grabs my shirt and jerks, the buttons flying with audible clinks, and then her fingers are scratching down my bare back, cutting rivulets there.
Roaring, I pick her up, but she tries to bite my neck again. I entangle my hand in her hair and pull her head back until she can’t reach and then strike, burying my fangs in her neck. She screams, bucking against me as I swallow some of her delicious blood. It only tips me further over the edge of no return until we are just two animals fighting to fuck. Pulling my mouth away, I let her blood run down her shoulder and chest.
I blur us backwards and smash her into a dressing table. We hear the mirror crack and she grunts from the impact as I snatch one of her blades and cut away her jeans and rip off her panties, tossing the discarded material over my shoulder. She pulls off her bra so I can’t ruin it and tugs my head down, kissing me and tasting her blood.
She moans, her tongue duelling with mine, fighting even now. Dipping between our bodies, I stroke her soaking wet pussy, and she writhes and mewls against me, and when I don’t immediately sink into her wet heat, she bites down on my lip, until I taste our blood mingling as we kiss.
Yelling, I pull away and stare at her, both of us are panting and covered in blood, but I have never felt so alive and so fucking turned on before. I step back, and in one quick move I yank her from the small table and turn her, pushing her face against the wood with one hand while I grab my cock with the other.
She snarls, fighting me as I kick open her legs, bucking and yelling, her fingers digging into my hand and drawing blood. I ignore it and drag my cock along her pussy and she stills, panting.
“Good girl,” I coo, and she snarls again, starting to struggle, making me laugh as I line up and slam home.
We both groan, her tight pussy gripping me like a vice as I sink balls deep into her. Before she can demand or fight, I pull out and drive back inside, forcing her to take me. She stops fighting and begins pushing back, wanting more, working together.
“Yes!” she screams, as I bring my hand down on her ass, so I do it again and again. “More,” she demands, needy little thing.
Removing my hand from her hip, I power into her as she pushes back to meet my thrusts. Groaning, I rip into my wrist and let the blood fall along her back and ass, coating her in it. Claiming her with it, so no others will ever go near her. They will smell me even when the blood is gone.
She is mine.
I hunger for her, ache for her, and I know she feels the same. She cries out as my blood coats her, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer and a plea. I’m both her angel and her devil, but right now I want all her sins. I want her darkness.
Leaning over her, I feel my blood on my chest as I bite into her neck again, drinking her down. She screams, her pussy clamping down on me as she comes. I feel the pleasure flooding her veins as she claws at the wood and me, but I don’t stop drinking from her, and she is soon pushing back into me again, demanding more.
Licking the bite marks, I stand up and pull free from her clinging body. She whirls and snarls at me, drenched in our blood. She looks like an avenging demon and my cock jerks at the sight. Bella is so perfect.
She throws herself at me, tackling me to the floor, her knees on either side of my hips as she grabs my cock and sinks down on it. I groan, my hands going to her hips to help her. Guiding her movements, we work together as she rides me, words and praises leaving my lips as I watch her blood-covered breasts jiggle with my fucking.
She rolls her hips, grinding her clit against me as she throws her head back, her eyes closed as she rides me. Fuck, the sight alone has me nearly coming, but I want her release, to see her come again and again. I will never get enough of it.
Twisting us, I drive into her repeatedly, poised above her now on the carpet. I grab her hands and bring them to my chest, letting her cut her pleasure into my skin, the edge of pain making me harder.
Her eyes meet mine, wild and filled with love and lust like my own. She lifts her hips to meet me, just two animals rutting and claiming each other.
“Bella,” I groan, and she whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. Leaning down, I drag the edge of my fangs along her chest, not cutting but just on the edge, leaving marks there, and she yells. I feel her release in my head and it triggers mine, and my cock jerks in her tight pussy as she clamps down. In a never-ending circle, the pleasure moves through me to her, both body and mind. Electricity sparks from us, our bodies locked together in the never-ending waves of release until finally, it liberates us.
Her legs tighten around me, keeping me in her body, and I pick up my head and stare down at her. The gold in her eyes retreats and she smirks at me. Even covered in blood, with her red hair wild and spread around us like a halo, she still manages to be cool and collected. “Better catch your breath, old man, because we are doing that again.”
“Needy little angel,” I mutter, but smile as I lean down and lick her blood-coated lips. “Whatever you want, my love, it’s about time you realised your body is mine.”
“Fuck that, yours is mine.”
I lift my head, raising my eyebrows. “Are we really going to argue right now?”
“Yes, because it leads to some awesome sex after. Duh.” She sniffs, making me laugh.
Bella
We cleaned up the best we could, but I can still feel blood in places it shouldn’t be. Oh well, it was hot while we did it, so I can’t really complain. I throw myself on the bed, stretching out. Surprisingly, it’s the only object in the room not broken or covered in blood. Ciar tries to fix and clean some things, but he gives up and slumps down next to me, pulling me into his arms, like it’s a habit. One I can’t really complain about when it makes me feel so cared for and protected.
Every girl, no matter how strong or independent, wants to feel loved and safe.
The silence stretches on, the only sound our still racing hearts, but it’s not uncomfortable, we are just enjoying being with each other. With nothing to do and no one to hunt, it feels like we are finally starting our lives, but how can we begin when I feel his questions in his mind. I know he won’t ask, wanting me to volunteer the information, but I don’t know how. I’m fighting with my instincts on trusting him, but I know we can never really move on, really start our mating without the truth being shared. He knows what I am, but he doesn’t know why or how. We have the rest of our time together to learn the little things and share memories, but this feels important, and in our little forest hideout, with his arms around me, his heart beating for me, I gather my bravery and start to talk. My words fill the quiet.
