Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,13

other, the blood dripping into my mouth only spurring me on.

We spin and my back meets a tree, hard, cutting into my skin, and I feel the blood trickle down it. The pain and pleasure mix together until I’m grinding against him. I felt nothing with that human, my body didn't even respond to the hate, but this… fuck.

He tries to pull away but I won’t let him. I want everything he has to offer, he makes my body and new powers sing. My hands rise and wrap around his antlers, the wood rough against my palms and he roars into my mouth, making me grin. I forget everything else. My need for revenge, my new unknown creature status... everything.

He thrusts against me hard, throwing me back into the bark. Fuck yes. He drags his mouth away from me, one of his hands wrapping around my throat to anchor me to the tree, stopping my desperate jerk for his lips. He cuts off my breathing, holding me there with a growl that runs through my body and straight to my pussy. His head lowers but freezes, with a night silencing deadly grunt.

“Smells like him.” His voice is guttural, more animal than man. I blink in confusion, his hand on my throat keeping me still, even as I have to fight the need to pass out. Without giving me a warning he rips away the shirt, leaving me bare for him. “Better,” he grunts.

My breathing is coming out in little gasps as he lowers his head, his antlers pushing at my arms, and licks a path through the blood on my chest, circling my nipple before licking back up. He lets go of my neck just as I feel like I’m about to pass out and I slump, but he holds me to the tree with one hand while he explores me with the other, seeming fascinated by my body. One of his arms bands over my middle and he drops to his knees suddenly, tilting his head back so I can see into the darkness of the skull.

“What do I call you?” I ask, my voice harsh and rough from his hold on my throat.

“I have many names,” he replies, his fingers running up my thighs.

“I didn’t ask your many names, I asked what you wanted to be called,” I retort, knowing that him giving me his name means power, but I can’t keep calling him creature in my mind.

His head tilts down, the cold, rough texture of the skull meeting my pelvis as he licks a line up my wet pussy. “Nos,” he answers, before diving in. The skull smacks into me and I have to hold onto his antlers as he devours me like I devoured him.

“Fuck, you taste like life and death,” he murmurs, as I push my pussy onto his face.

My head smacks back into the tree as I wiggle, but his arm across my stomach is like steel and keeps me still. He doesn't tease me or proceed gently, he sucks on my clit, nibbles on it, all the while his fingers dig into my thigh hard.

“More,” I demand.

He lets go of my thigh and thrusts two fingers into me without warning, the bite of pain making me buck against him. His arm across my middle moves and I fall forward. He catches me and throws me to the ground, my back meeting it with a thump and he jumps onto me, thrusting my legs apart and forcing his head into my pussy. Gripping onto his antlers, I watch as those black holes watch me. Fuck. His fingers thrust back into me, his tongue rolls around my clit. My breasts are neglected so I reach up and tweak my nipples, but stop when I hear a noise. Tilting my head back I spot the snake from earlier, he slithers through the grass stopping at Nos’s side. He tilts his head towards it, like he’s talking to it even with his tongue deep in my cunt. The snake nods and turns to me, slithering back through the grass.

“Hands above your head,” Nos murmurs, before diving back in. I do as I'm told, for once.

The snake coils around them, binding them together, making me gasp with the feeling of the cool scales against my skin.

“I am the god of animals,” he mutters, and I frown in confusion before he lifts his head and his tongue darts out. It looks normal, but then it splits down the middle,