13. Kairhyse

13

Kairhyse

X eraphine is absolutely no damsel in distress. This isn't me chasing a mere Mundane. No, this is a monster chasing a demon. My little demon . Her fighting will only be her undoing. She's mine until I'm forced to give her up, and even then, I may not have the strength to do that. The thought of her being someone else's obsession? Absolutely not. There's no question. That will not be happening.

I'm glad she's fast. Watching her nearly disappear as she sprints across the parking lot and into the forest has my dick hard immediately. That perfectly round ass is like a beacon for me to follow until I'm dead.

My pursuit is instant, the trees whisper by as I break through the forest lining. The wind is flying past, playing the soundtrack to my intense focus. I need to keep her scent directly in front of me.

She's a demon, and we are equals. One slip of my stature and she will completely separate my head from my shoulders. It doesn't matter how much she enjoyed me pleasing her, that beautiful woman would not hesitate, and I'm okay with that.

I don't want to die; I quite enjoy my life, especially now. If she were to somehow end my life, I'd defy Belial himself to claw my way back into this world. Oh, to see the look on her face when I tell her I fought the Beyond's ruler to return to her.

I can hear her now, "You fucking weird prick! "

The night in this dense forest envelops everything in a hush, broken only by the serenade of crickets and the rhythmic crunch of leaves. We are both desperate for our own release—she, from my unrelenting pursuit, and I, to be back inside of her, ravaging her until she screams out that damn nickname of mine.

"Fuck off!" she screams, and I am barely capable of keeping my wits about me.

Gods, I do enjoy hearing her scream, but I've got mixed feelings. Part of me wants to shut her up with my cock so far down her throat her life is threatened, and the other, wants to listen to her sing a song of absolute filth.

I'm lost in thoughts of her cunt soaking my cock when I realize I only hear one set of rushing feet. Thankful for my quick reflexes, I manage to dodge just in time as her shin nearly crushes my face.

Her silvern eyes are breathtakingly stunning. They truly resemble the moon, and I refuse to believe they aren't the wonder itself. Her cardigan hangs off her shoulders, and her perfect tits rise with each of her deep breaths.

"Fucking Beyond," I draw in a sharp breath through my teeth. I want to bend her over for the way she's looking at me. As though I am the most disgusting thing she has ever laid her eyes on. "I've seen the men you feast on, little demon, don't disrespect me with that look of filth."

I revel in the way her nose twitches, "You are filth. Filthy stalker." She grins, but not because she's finding any humor in the game that we're playing. "We are far enough for them not to hear you scream now."

As much as I don't want to laugh at her, it slips from my lips, "If you truly wanted me dead, you would kill me anywhere."

"Not in front of a mental facility you fucking moron," she hisses.

"No, even there. If you wanted me dead, you'd do it. Let us not lie to each other, hmm?" I dare to take a step toward her, but she doesn't falter. There is no fear of me in her eyes, and I'm still processing that. I do want her to fear me, but I suppose I haven't given her much of a reason to. "I think we can be honest. A monster, to a demon."

She scoffs and unbuttons her cardigan slowly, "Okay, why are you so obsessed with me? You had the opportunity to take me to Achille, but you didn't. What do you want from me? "

Too predictable, "For many reasons, one is that you are a challenge."

The way her eyebrow rises, and she gestures for me to continue makes my dick twitch, as though she has any power to demand more. How truly cute she is.

"I can throw that question right back at you, why didn't you kill me? You absolutely could have."

As she reaches the last button of the dark red wool sweater, her belly button peeking between her leggings and crop top catches my eye. I enjoy bantering, but Vayl above, I want to lose myself in her.

"I don't always want to kill." Although I can tell that is the truth, that isn't the reason she didn't kill me. I'm contemplating being a dick and pressing for more, but she continues. "I'm regretting it, trust me. I seem to be doing that a lot these days."

"What's that?" I hum.

She shrugs off the sweater, and fuck me , I want to sink my teeth into her shoulder, and then into that delicate neck to claim her. Even though she'll heal it nearly immediately, anyone else that attempts to do so will taste me—sense me—be a fucking fool to even try to fight that she's mine until I say otherwise.

"My list of regrets. They are piled high thanks to you."

I never take my eyes off of her, and I'm glad for that because suddenly she's in my face with a balled fist coming right toward my nose. The loud clash of it smacking into my hand sends the leaves around us flying outward.

The thought of her using that force to ride me, has me questioning if my dick is ready for once. "Do you regret coming all over my face?" With a forceful tug, I bring her to me, my free hand slipping between her thighs and running the length of her slit.

Her warmth against my fingers makes me groan. She hasn't seeped through her clothes, but she's aroused. Her scent is so powerful, especially this close. "Remember, no lying, little demon."

With force, her knee moves up between my legs, and I swiftly jump back, releasing her fist. "No, I don't regret that," she states. I appreciate her honesty.

"What about my dick being so far inside of you that you were vibrating your entire apartment? How were the stars I made you see?" I croon. "Your legs were nearly immobile by the time I was done, do you regret having to sit on your counter for hours?"

"Fucking weirdo." She rolls her captivating eyes .

I expect her to come back at me, but instead, I watch as she runs her sharp black ombré thumbnail down her wrist. The sight and smell of her delectable blood causes bumps to rise along my neck, all the way down to my knees.

As if gravity itself is not a law, her blood lifts from her skin and forms spherical blobs, a sight that is both fascinating and eerie to me. The blood doesn't settle or pool as it usually would; instead, it suspends in the air. She raises her hand and twists her fingers, seemingly making it dance before me.

It's awe-inspiring, but I'm no fool. That is as deadly as she is, especially to me. I saw what happened to Mathas. Her spiked blood shards got into his system, and boom, his head was gone.

"I want you to leave me alone, Kai."

The corner of my lip twitches; she's lying. "No you don't," I counter. "You are enjoying this as much as I am."

"Insufferable man," she hisses through the two words, and I love striking her nerve. It isn't my favorite nerve to toy with, but one I enjoy, nevertheless.

At this distance, merely five feet from each other, I'm barely capable of dodging as she throws out her attack. She's using it like a whip, and I may have just come a little. Her hand wraps around the now elongated weapon and unleashes it back at me.

The moment she goes for another attack, I'm in front of her, grabbing her elbow and keeping her arm raised above her head. My hand finds her throat, and I can't help but enjoy just how much I can take of it. She's of average size, but to me, she's still small.

"Since we are playing show and tell," I lean in and brush my lips against hers, "Noctis Duplicatus." As the words roll down her tongue, she slams her forehead against mine. While I know it draws blood, I keep myself directly where I am. The crimson liquid drawing a line down my forehead to my nose accompanies my smile.

Watching the shock crawl across her face as a set of hands grab hold under her arms and over her shoulders, makes me grin. Now, with her hands locked above her head, my shadow steps her back from me.

"What—" I don't think I've ever taken her by surprise, except for the moment she laid eyes on my cock.

"You see, my little demon, you aren't the only one with party tricks." I peek over her shoulder at a shadow of myself. A duplicate presence of me in the form of darkness. It's almost entirely corporeal, not as robust, but undeniably close. She could likely shatter through its form, yet the grip of shock restrains her from taking action.

"…I didn't know your kind still existed." Oh, her intrigue has me needy. "A Veilsidian."

I roll my head, "You know my kind so well. Have you known many a Vampire?"

As she responds, I regress toward her, my gaze lingering provocatively over every inch of her form. "No, it's called books, you idiot."

I bark a laugh and stop just mere inches from her face. My intentions were to force her back to my car and take her ass home, but, she's begging me with her eyes—no—she's daring me with them to fuck her like a savage right here in this dense forest.

"My little demon..." I breathe against her warm cheeks.

"I'm not your—" My lips crush against hers, silencing her. She won't be telling me what she's not. Even as she tries to pull away, in her subdued position all she can do is kick at me.

When she bites my lip, I grin wide and thrust my hips against hers. Her attempt at not moaning is delightful, "Oh Xera, I'm going to take you right here in these woods and make you call me your fucking God."

"No!" she snaps. "Do not fucking touch me!"

I don't move back, but I cease my hands from tearing off her shirt. "I am no rapist, Xera. There is a difference from what we are playing, and so let me make myself very clear," my voice deepens, and her eyes slowly circle as the heat around me radiates with my desire to fill her pretty filthy mouth. I'm going to drown her, and I won't even allow myself to save her from suffocating with the pleasure I'm going to provide her.

"Telling me no when you are clearly aroused, soaking yourself through your pants. Telling me to stop when all you want is for me to destroy this perfect cunt of yours." I can feel her nipples hardening as our chests press against one another, her breathing labored as though she's out of breath. "Give me a safe word, little demon, and when you scream that I will stop. Always."

I'm an obsessed monster to this demon, but I will not be a filthy fucking male.

"Give me a word." I can see her thoughts racing in her eyes. She hates me, but she also wants what I can give to her. "Or I'll take your silence as you'll never want me to stop." She's afraid of the obsession. Afraid of not being able to scream that safe word.

"Cinnamon," she whispers.

A difficult enough word to try and scream through my pleasure, and I'm fine with that.

The moment I have my hand gripping her shirt, she whispers, "Cinnamon, Kai."

Her smile is bright, and I give her an equal one. "I think you misread the safe word guidelines." The smile on her face immediately drops. "I'd stop fucking you, Xera, that is what that means." I make sure to grab the flimsy bra under her top as it tears completely and opens up for me. Her magnificent breasts bounce, prompting me to lean down and press a kiss to one.

"I'm still a monster that likes to bite!" Without pause, my fangs sink into her. The sensation of her taste on my tongue is so divine I nearly forget I have to spit her out. Her throaty moan from the feeling makes my entire body tremble, Gods almighty , she has me in a chokehold.

I release her and immediately spit, then wrap my lips around her nipple, my teeth sinking back in around the areola. Her body is under a full vibration as I suck and flick my tongue against her hardened bead.

"No—" she breathes out, "I can't…"

I shrug back my Noctis Duplicatus, and wrap my arm around her waist to pull us together, "Can't what?"

I can see the set in her jaw. Her sharp features are deadly but so fucking beautiful. "I can't…" This is difficult for her, and I'm thriving under it. "I can't feed."

My eyebrow cocks just as I'm throwing us back against a tree trunk, sandwiching her between it and I. Leaning into her neck, I brush my tongue across the vein, straight to her ear.

"That is a you problem. Not mine."