Throwing a glare at the wolf, I look back down at a grinning Dawn. “Fine, if he pisses anywhere, he’s dead.”
“Thank you.” She grins, kissing me again.
Groaning, I grip the back of her head and kiss her harder. She gasps into my mouth, plastering herself closer, while I ignore the growling wolf as I back her into the closest wall. I was so worried when I saw her with Veyo and Amos, but here she is. I need to ask what happened, but I can’t rip my mouth away. I do, however, run my lips down her cheek and shoulder to her arm where he gripped her. She sighs as I kiss the red mark better and then meet her gaze. “I will kill him,” I vow, meaning it.
He can torture me, try to break me, I don’t care. Touch my mate? They are dead men walking, they just don’t know it yet.
“Fine.” She pouts, her eyes lighting up. “I get to kill everyone else.”
“Bloodthirsty little thing.” I grin and she kisses me, her lips moving against mine, making me ache for more.
“You know it,” she whispers against my mouth. “Tell me, fallen, are you still serving?”
“Serving?” I echo with a frown, confused, and she giggles.
“Yes, because I could do with a service.” She wiggles her eyebrows, making me groan.
“That was terrible,” I mutter, but my cock jerks in my pants as I pin her to the wall.
“Fine, fuck me, fallen. Right here and now, make me feel alive. Prove to me that I’m more than what they say,” she demands, almost begging. What the fuck did they do to her?
Madness surges through me, and my movements become jerky as I grab her and hoist her up the wall. She wraps her legs around me, her eyes locked on mine with a need so strong it makes me falter for a moment. I know it’s reflected back in my gaze. As much as I hate it, I need her more than air.
Always do, always will.
“They almost got me this time,” she admits. “Almost killed me.”
“What a fucking waste of a perfect body that would be,” I growl darkly, and she laughs even as she kicks me.
“Asshole.”
“Always.” I nod seriously, my lips curving into a smirk as I reach between us and cup her pussy through the too big trousers she’s wearing from her transformation. “You want to feel alive, Vasculo?”
“Yes,” she pants, shamelessly rubbing herself against me.
I grip her harder, making her groan. “Admit it.”
“Admit what?” she inquires in confusion, but my madness is driving me now, from being away from her, from seeing her with others. It’s jealousy. I’m jealous and feeling mean.
She can handle it, she can always handle me.
Pressing my arm across her throat, I hold her like that as I rip away the trousers, leaving her pussy bare for me as I snarl, “That you are mine. You want to fuck a beast? You want your new toy, your minotaur?”
She grins lazily, pressing herself harder against my arm.
“You should remember, Vasculo,” I purr, leaning closer. “I’m the biggest monster of them all, not because of what I can change into...but because I could really hurt you. I could kill you and you would love it, you would let me.”
She moans, rubbing herself against me as I yank one of her legs higher and undo my trousers, palming my cock as I keep her there, whispering vile, almost hateful words to her. My madness seeps from me, taking over my mind until all I see is the council.
The ones who killed my parents.
The nephilim who betrayed me, who tortured me.
I see it all in her place, and she accepts it, her body pliant against me. Taking all that anger and hate inside of her and aching for more, she takes my madness and twirls it with hers.
“Wouldn’t you? You would let me kill you, here and now with my cock buried in you,” I growl.
“Yes,” she wheezes, pushing against me, daring me to.
Pressing my cock against her soaking pussy, I slam inside her. She screams, thrashing against me, so I slam her back into the wall with more force as I pull out and thrust back in, fighting the tightness of her pussy as it tries to cling to me.
“More,” she demands, as I lift my arm a bit for her to breathe. Her eyes are wild, leaking black, white, and is that purple? Like a galaxy in those orbs, all mine. All those