4. Kael

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KAEL

Chapter 4 - Rodeo

Kael

M y blood boils at the thought of another man touching what's mine. This human woke me, her essence freed me from my stone prison. She belongs to me now, body and soul.

"This boyfriend," I snarl, my claws flexing. "He will die for what he's done."

Her eyes flash with a delicious rage. "He's not my boyfriend! I would gladly see Berand dead. In fact, I hope you tear him apart."

My cock stirs at her bloodthirst. Such a fierce little thing. But I need to know…

"Did he fuck you?"

She hesitates, then nods. "Yes."

Red clouds my vision. I grab a nearby vase, launching it across the bedroom.

"I'll rip his cock off first," I growl. "Feed it to him piece by piece. Then I'll gouge out his eyes, stuff them down his throat."

She shivers, but not from fear. Her scent spikes with arousal.

"I'll flay the skin from his bones," I continue, voice low and deadly. "Slowly. Make him beg for death long before I grant it."

"Good," she whispers.

I turn to her, nostrils flaring. "You like that idea, don't you? The thought of his blood spilling..."

She meets my gaze, defiant. "He deserves to suffer."

The rage burns through me like molten lava. How dare that pathetic human male touch what's mine? My claws itch to rend flesh, to make him suffer for his transgression.

I whirl, snatching a delicate crystal sculpture from a nearby shelf. It shatters against the wall, fragments scattering across the floor like deadly rain. Not enough. My fist connects with an ornate mirror, spider-web cracks distorting my reflection.

"Fucking worm," I snarl. "I'll tear him limb from limb."

The human girl cowers in the corner, her eyes wide with fear. Good. She should fear me. I am destruction incarnate, vengeance made flesh.

But then…

"I-I know how to calm you down," she stammers.

I freeze, amber eyes locking onto her trembling form. What game is this?

Before I can demand an explanation, she sinks to her knees before me. My cock, already half-hard from the violence, twitches with interest.

"What do you think you're doing?" I growl, voice rough with lust and anger.

She looks up at me through dark lashes, a hint of defiance in her gaze despite her submissive posture. "Giving you something else to focus on."

Her hands reach for the fastenings of my breeches, and I let her. Curious to see how far she'll take this.

She tugs at my trousers, the fabric pooling around my ankles, and her fingers, cold against my stony skin, trace the length of my rapidly hardening cock. I lean back, the coolness of the wall a stark contrast to the heat radiating off her.

Her gaze locks with mine, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she leans forward, the tip of her tongue darting out to tease my shaft. A groan escapes me, the sound echoing in the room as she takes me into her mouth, her lips sealed around me.

"That's it, human," I growl, my voice a low rumble. "Show me how grateful you are."

She moans around my girth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me. My hands find their way to her head, fingers tangling in her hair as she bobs up and down, her saliva slicking my cock.

"You like being my little human slut, don't you?" I taunt, a twisted pleasure unfurling within me as I watch her. "Taking my cock between those pretty lips."

She responds with a hum of agreement, the sound muffled by my member filling her mouth. Her hands slide up my thighs, nails digging into my skin, and I can't help but praise her.

"Such a good girl," I groan, thrusting gently into her mouth, "taking me so well."

I can feel the pressure building inside me, the rush of impending release. But I want this to last, to savor the feel of her submission. She eases back, her lips popping free from my cock with a wet sound that fills the room.

"Did I say you could stop?" I ask, my tone harsh and my hand rough as I guide her back down.

She doesn't resist, her mouth returning to its task with renewed vigor. I can't help but degrade her further, the words spilling from my lips in a mixture of praise and scorn.

"Filthy little creature," I say, my voice a mixture of lust and contempt. "So eager to please, so desperate to be used."

I grip her hair tighter, pulling her onto my cock as I thrust deeper into her mouth. Her eyes water, but she doesn't resist, doesn't try to pull away. She takes me, all of me, her lips stretched wide around my girth.

"Look at me," I command, my voice a thunderous growl. Her eyes snap to mine, filled with a mixture of fear, desire, and something else... something like gratitude.

"Fucking gods…"

She moans in response, the sound vibrating through my shaft and into my very core. I can feel the tension building, the heat coiling at the base of my spine. I'm close, so close, and I want her to swallow every drop of my release.

"I'm going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours," I warn her, my voice ragged with need. "You're going to swallow it all, aren't you?"

She nods as much as my grip will allow, her eyes never leaving mine. That's it, my little human, show me how much you want this, how much you want to be mine.

With a final, savage thrust, I come, my seed spilling down her throat as she swallows around me. The pleasure is nearly blinding, a rush of heat and power that leaves me breathless and shaking.

As the last of my climax fades, I release her hair and pull out of her mouth, watching as she licks her lips, cleaning every trace of me from them. I tuck myself back into my breeches, my gaze never leaving her.

"Good girl," I murmur, reaching down to stroke her cheek. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. "You pleased me well."

She smiles at that, a small, satisfied curve of her lips. I can't help but return it, my own lips curling into a rare, genuine smile. For the first time in centuries, I feel something akin to contentment.

I help her to her feet, my hands lingering on her waist. "But we're not done yet."