Oh yeah. This one likes pain. This is going to be incredible. I pull down his jeans just enough to lick along the tip of his leaking cock, and his flavour explodes in my mouth.
He tastes like death.
Pain.
Darkness.
I still as I roll my eyes up to his. Usually I don’t care, I wouldn’t ask, wanting this cock inside me, but something deep within me roars to the surface. My animals break free for a moment as those black eyes open and meet my gaze.
“What are you?” I purr.
He freezes, and one second, I’m about to suck his dick, then the next, I’m thrown to my ass with my dress bunched around my waist and my tits in the air and he’s gone, the fire exit at the bottom of the corridor slamming open from the force.
Wide-eyed, I stare at the empty space where the man once stood.
What the fuck just happened?
Worse yet, I didn’t even get a goddamn orgasm, and it would have been a good one. Groaning, I pull down my dress as I get to my feet. My phone buzzes, so I pull it free of the clip on my leg, and my heart stops.
My blood turns cold.
New contract.
I open the picture and there, staring back at me, is the man I almost just fucked, but in the picture, he has bright blue eyes.
Wanted dead or alive. 12 mil. Do you accept?
My eyes dart to the door and back to my phone before I hit the green accept button.
It’s time to hunt.
KHALID
I only stop sprinting when I’m over two miles away. Panting hard, I press my face against the cool wall of the alley I find myself in. I shout out my frustration, smashing my fist into the brick over and over until it explodes, and then I stumble back. My hand is broken, blood pouring from it, but my cock is still hard.
The taste of her is on my tongue, the feel of her curves, her pussy, and her breasts branded into me in a way no other woman ever could be.
My mate.
She was my mate, the one I left all those years ago. I knew when she walked into that club. I was supposed to be hunting, but my full attention went to her and nothing else mattered. Everything became still as I watched her dance and move like fucking water, so goddamn beautiful it hurt.
She’s grown, she’s an adult now…and irresistible.
When I first saw her, she was a child, and I knew she would ruin my life the way I would ruin hers…but tonight, I realised the truth—she wouldn’t just ruin me, she would kill me. One look into those captivating mismatched eyes, one taste of those plump, rosy lips, and I was hers forever.
I would die for her.
Kill for her.
Burn the world for her.
Anything she asked.
I was helpless. I had to move closer. All those years of resisting, of telling myself it couldn’t possibly be, every excuse and lie, it all faded when she locked eyes with me. I couldn’t stop myself, so I followed her. I kissed her, touched her…and I would have fucked her had she not spoken, breaking the spell of lies I wove around myself.
Pulling me from my own selfish desires.
Why was she there? I slam my hand into the opposite wall, and with a crumble of rock, it explodes. My head drops back, and I scream, the face I wore melting from my own as my black eyes home in on the moon, and for a second, I let the true me come out.
For one moment, and then I yank the other face back on like a security blanket. She didn’t even know it was me, her mate. Wouldn’t even know what I looked like. No, she wanted this form, nothing more. She didn’t know the monster she tempted, the one she tasted, cut, and almost took into her body.
She didn’t know what she would have unleashed on this world.
Or on herself.
Once I have her, she would never be able to escape. I have to leave now and get as far away from her as I can before I give in to all those years of regret and longing and beg my mate to have me.
No.
She doesn’t deserve that, doesn’t deserve the crazy I carry around. She deserves someone who can control the urge to kill, to feed, and not hurt.
She deserves someone sane…not this fallen god.
Yet…I can’t leave.
I can’t. One touch, and I’m unable to walk away. One