Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,12

to pull away. Our lips fused together and mouths open in a strange kiss. He starts to fight and I wrap my legs around his waist, running on instinct, and then I start to suck. Not physically, but as if something inside me is drawing him in, his very essence... his soul.

It takes mere minutes before I feel like I’m overflowing, ready to burst. I yank my mouth away and lean back with a groan, the feeling of when you’ve eaten too much coming to mind. I unwrap my legs and he falls to the floor, gasping.

When I look down at him, I freeze in horror. What the fuck? He looks like he’s been sucked dry, like a puffy skeleton, his eyes are roving in his head as his mouth stays open on a cry. He doesn't even resemble a human anymore. Sliding off the hood I step away, my nose crinkles in disgust. Well, at least I sort of know what I can do.

Turning away I freeze when boney fingers dig into my ankle, the male dragging himself along the floor towards me. I try to kick him off but his grip is too tight. A noise has my head snapping up as I see the creature from the forest come roaring out. He flies at the male, picking him up and breaking his grip like he weighs nothing. He rips him in two, blood and other body parts spraying me in the face. Blinking through the blood, I watch as he drops the now in two pieces male to the floor and stares at me as he breathes heavily.

“Thanks,” I say, probably not the reaction he’s looking for though.

I frown down at my shirt, now covered in blood and sigh. I look back at the creature and only then do I realise he looks different. Tilting my head, I step forward and he steps back. He's bigger, growing to over eight feet with even more muscle on his body. His torcs hang and everything else is much the same, apart from his face. He told me I wouldn't like his other form, but he’s really wrong. He is a masterpiece. He looks like the old drawings of gods and demons you see in museums. Where before his face was more animal, his forehead different and his eyes tilted up at the side, his nose wider and his lips fuller. Now all I can see are those plump lips. A skull, obviously from an animal, covers the entire top half of his face.

He steps back again, trying to blend into the darkness, and I step forward and lay my hand on his chest, stilling his retreat from me. I stare at him in awe. “You are magnificent,” I admit honestly. I mean, I just sucked someone’s soul from their body, I can’t exactly be worried about blood, death, and animal skulls.

I can’t stop myself, I’m enchanted. I need to touch him, to taste him. I don’t know if it’s my power still ruling me and I don’t care. I wanted him before, and I want him now.

“What are you doing, little monster?” he asks, those eyes I loved so much no longer there. Instead, there is a crushing darkness in the skull, which I find weirdly attractive, I guess I’m fucked up.

“Kissing you,” I state, standing on my tiptoes, but even then there is no way I’ll reach those lips. I wait there, letting him decide. He’s hesitant, like I’m hunting him this time, and maybe I am.

“I want to taste you,” I confess freely, and he groans, the sounds moving his chest against my hand. I understand the hesitation, he did just see me suck the soul from a man with only my lips, but even as I think that he lowers his head, gentle, like I’m breakable, and covers my lips with his.

I don’t want sweet, I don't want hesitant. I want the monster who just ripped someone apart with his bare hands. I pull away and he frowns, stepping back from me with a self-loathing twist of his lips. He thinks I don't want him, it’s the complete opposite.

I jump at him, and he catches me with his hand splayed under my arse. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I claw at his shoulders and drag his head down to mine. I rip at his lips, drinking from him. He growls against me, yanking me closer and returning the kiss with equal fervor. We fight each