9. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Bastion

V erdammter Schei?. It took every ounce of my willpower not to break down the cabin’s front door and take her away to my cave right then and there.

I planned on kidnapping her, that much was set in stone since she’d revealed her secret fantasy to me. But not yet. My little beast was putting on such a tantalizing show for me, with her fingers stroking her perfect pink pussy.

She was even more beautiful than I’d imagined. Milky flesh and soft curves. Plush, fuckable lips on either end of her. When I finally shifted and pushed my long tongue between her legs, would her thighs tremble around my head? Would she grip my horns for purchase? Would she scream while her insides fluttered around my tongue?

My cock thickened in my pants as a hundred depraved thoughts whorled like a maelstrom in my brain.

I’d fantasized about this girl for years and here she was, spread out on the couch looking more perfect than I ever thought possible.

She was wearing nothing but a nightshirt, with her hardened nipples peaking against the thin fabric. The hand not currently occupied between her legs snaked beneath her shirt, exposing her midriff, and pinched one of her rosy buds between her thumb and forefinger, giving it a tweak.

“Fuck,” she mouthed, her face twisting with pleasure.

The demon inside me clawed at my insides in an attempt to free itself. For generations the demon had possessed the men in my family, driving its host to capture victims and feast on the suffering of the wicked. I’d suppressed its influence for years. Soon, I’d release it for the first time since inheriting the curse. But with this particular victim, the punishment would be different than what it was accustomed to.

I’d make her scream. I’d lock her up. I’d spank her and make her confess to her crimes,

but I was going to make her love every depraved second of it.

Stalking her was nothing new. I’d been doing it for years, even before I'd gotten the feeling her relationship with the hog farmer wasn’t all sunshine and roses like the rest of the town seemed to think.

Stealing a peek at her through her shop window, catching a hint of her scent and holding it in my lungs until my chest ached. Knowing when and where she ran her errands so I could schedule my tree and firewood deliveries around her day. I could always be there at a moment’s notice, because she didn’t have anyone else in the world that gave a damn.

Watching over her was more than an addiction, more than obsession. It was my goddamn lifeblood.

And now that I got to see her like this? Naked and worshipping herself beside one of my trees like a Yuletide goddess? It was enough to fill what the town called a “grinch” like me with the magic of the holiday.

The demon inside me flexed again, crying out for the mate it would soon claim, bringing an evil smirk to my lips.

Dark and despicable holiday magic.

My fingers dipped into my jeans and curled around my steel-hard shaft. The guilt of what I was doing quickly drowned beneath waves of pleasure and I stroked myself with a frantic pace, chasing my release with monstrous abandon.

When Clara finally moaned her release and the shape of her lips formed my name, I came undone. With a strangled groan, thick ropes of cum coated my fingers and soaked into my boxers.

What a waste, I could practically hear the demon grumbling in my ear. Every drop of seed should be saved for my mate.

My smile slipped and in my post-nut clarity, I wondered how far Clara’s thing for monsters and getting kidnapped stretched. She loved those books but that didn’t mean she wanted those things to happen to her in real life.

It worried me, realizing as the demon inside me grew stronger, its vile urges more palpable, that it didn’t care.

All it wanted was to sate its need to punish. And what more of a perfect punishment could there be for the little beast than chaining her to my cock as my new mate?