on a wordless scream as he stretches my channel, the pain and pleasure of him filling me mixing with my body’s natural panic at feeling myself slip away. He fucks me through it, pulls out and slams back inside me, filling me, fucking me, each thrust painful and oh so fucking good.
Leaning down, he grins against my lips. “Like I said, I could kill you and still make you come as you die,” he utters, his voice flat, emotionless, and so opposite to the harsh, angry hand around my throat as his hard cock slips through my clenching pussy. He’s right, my own cream is dripping down my thighs, even as I feel myself die.
I bring my hand up and scratch at his, trying to loosen his grip, but he just laughs. It’s a cruel sound, all while those powerful thrusts jerk my body beneath him as he drags on my nerves, setting off fireworks through my body, ones I can see as my eyes go black. Bright orange and red lights flash before me, my body clenching and tightening, already on the brink of release as I ride the knife’s edge of death.
He keeps me there, controls it, showing me exactly who is in charge. Just how much he has been holding back. This isn’t Griffin, this is his madness. This is the monster who hides so deep within he doesn’t even know it, the one that craves death and blood, pain and pleasure, who needs it to survive.
I feel my body slump, the pounding of my blood in my ears as my heartbeat slows, turning sluggish even as he fucks me. Then, suddenly, I don’t feel him anymore. I’m floating in the dark. Ropes surround me, twisting me, keeping me attached, dragging me back, and abruptly with a snap I’m back in my body.
I rear up, sucking in lungfuls of air, my eyes wide and locked on Griffin’s smirking face as he pushes me down and continues to fuck me, even though my body won’t respond. My throat aches, my lungs scream, and my eyes are dry and yet, yet with one press of his finger to my clit, I come with a silent, ragged, raw scream, my pussy clenching around him and milking his cock. He roars, filling me with his cum just as the door smashes open behind him. I peer over his shoulder, still panting and shaking from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
There, in the doorway, is my forest god. Dume and Jair are behind him, but all I can see is Nos. His head is covered in his skull, his eyes black in those sockets, his body tall, almost touching the ceiling, and I feel his panic, his utter hopelessness, but when he sees me alive he stills, staring at me from those black holes as that panic recedes and a burst of relief and love flow to me.
“You have been busy, Little Monster.”
Griffin rolls from me as I sit up, staring at Nos as tears well in my eyes. All this time I’ve been so strong, but looking at my first mate now, I’m weak, needing his embrace even though I was just in Griffin’s. It’s been too long, too fucking long without him.
Griffin brushes a kiss across my cheek, tasting my tears. “Go to him, Vasculo,” he says softly, his voice filled with love.
He might have just killed me—well, partly—and then brought me back, but he knows I need Nos right now.
A cry slips from my throat and then I’m on my feet. I stumble, my body still recovering from almost dying, and fly across the room. Nos storms towards me and meets me halfway, scooping me into his arms and pressing his skull to mine, those black eyes flickering white for a second as I shiver in his grasp.
This is home.
With them, all of them.
“I missed you,” I whisper raggedly.
“I missed you so much, Little Monster, so very much. I felt you—I thought you had died,” he rasps, the end filled with pain, and I shake my head.
“You know me, no one can kill me,” I tease, even as I bring my lips to his, my nose crashing against the skull. His big hand comes up and covers the back of my head, holding me softly as he brushes sweet kisses along my fumbling lips.
“Shh, I’m here, Little Monster. I promised, did I not? I will always come for you, no one will ever stop that. Not death itself,”