Chapter 31

thirty-one

His hands roamed over my body, rough and possessive, and I felt my own need spiral out of control. This was what I'd craved—the dark, unrelenting hunger that was as much a part of me now as it was of him. I moaned against his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer, urging him on.

His hands were frenzied, tearing at the fabric of my clothes, his eyes wild with a hunger that matched my own. The remnants of what I wore fell away, exposing me to the cool air, to his greedy gaze. Without a word, he picked me up, my body weightless in his arms, and he placed me down with a jarring thud on the flat, unyielding surface of the table. The elder's corpse lay beneath me, the scent of death mingling with the musk of our desire.

Huh, I could have sworn we left him alive, he must have had a heart attack when we weren't looking.

I gasped as Grayson shoved my legs apart, the edge of the table digging into my flesh. He dropped to his knees before me, his mouth level with my aching core. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned in, and then his mouth was on me. His tongue was relentless, licking, sucking, devouring me with a ferocity that left me breathless.

He drew it out, his hands pinning my hips to the table as I writhed beneath his unyielding assault. My fingers clawed at the surface, seeking purchase, finding none. The pleasure built within me, a relentless tide that threatened to sweep me away. I came with a cry, my body arching off the table, but he didn't stop, he didn't relent. He pushed me over the edge again seconds later, my second orgasm crashing through me as I screamed his name.

He rose then, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with need. He fumbled with his pants, the sound of ripping fabric as he tore his zipper open, his cock springing free. He was on me in an instant, the head of his erection probing at my entrance before he thrust into me with a single, powerful motion.

He filled me completely, the sensation both painful and exquisite. He moved inside me, his thrusts fast and hard and rough, each one jolting the table beneath us, the dead eyes of the elder staring up at us, sightless and forgotten. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting all of him, every brutal inch.

The world around us was drenched in blood, but in that moment, all that mattered was the way his body felt against mine.

His hands found mine, our fingers intertwining as he drove into me again and again. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and desperate. I could feel another orgasm building, a tempest gathering strength within me.

I came with a shuddering moan, my body clenching around him. His thrusts continued without missing a beat as I clawed at his shoulders and forearms, trying to anchor myself in the tide of my desire.

But then he stilled, his head turning slightly as if something had caught his attention. My breath hitched as I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on the blade we had used to carve into the elders' flesh. The knife was slick with blood, glinting in the low light like a wicked promise.

Grayson's eyes burned as he looked back at me, the question unspoken but clear. My heart pounded, excitement and trepidation swirling together in a heady mix that left me dizzy. Slowly, deliberately, I nodded.

A guttural sound rumbled from his chest—a dark, possessive noise that sent shivers racing down my spine. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the knife, his fingers wrapping around the handle. I watched, breathless, as he turned it over in his hands, studying the crimson stains that still clung to the blade.

Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, he spun me around, pressing my front against the bloodstained table, my face inches away from the elder now. The cold metal bit into my skin, the lingering blood sticky beneath my palms.

My heart raced as I felt him lean over me, his breath hot against my ear. "Hold… still," he growled softly, his voice rough with anticipation. I shuddered, my body trembling with a need so fierce it felt like it would tear me apart.

I felt the tip of the knife trace a slow, deliberate path down my spine, the blade cold and unyielding against my heated skin. My breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as he slid the handle lower, teasing me, taunting me with the promise of what was to come.

"Grayson…" I breathed, a desperate plea that was more moan than word.

A dark, guttural chuckle was his only response. He paused, the handle poised at the entrance to my ass. I bit my lip, my body tensing in anticipation as I felt the slick, blood-coated metal press against me. And then, with a single, firm thrust, he pushed it inside.

I cried out, the sensation of the hard, unyielding handle filling me so intensely that I saw stars. Pain and pleasure melded together, a perfect blend of agony and ecstasy that left me gasping for breath. He moved slowly at first, twisting the knife, letting me feel every inch of the handle as it stretched me.

The knife settled deep inside me, the blade's tip pressing outward from my skin, creating a small, dangerous bulge. And then, Grayson was there, his body heat searing as he pressed against me from behind.

"Mine," he growled, his voice a rough snarl that vibrated through my entire being. And then he was thrusting back into me, hard and fast, each motion driving the blade deeper, stabbing him with every powerful thrust.

I gasped, my nails clawing at the blood-slick table as he fucked me with brutal intensity. Each movement sent the blade slicing into him, drawing blood and digging deep into his own skin, but he didn't stop. He grunted with every stab, every puncture, a guttural sound that mingled with my cries of pleasure.

"Grayson!" I screamed, the sensation overwhelming me, pushing me to the edge of madness. The pain, the pleasure, the slick heat of his blood mingling with mine—it was too much, too perfect. I felt my body coil tighter and tighter, every nerve ending sparking with electricity.

And then, with a final, savage thrust, we shattered together.

I came apart beneath him, my body trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Grayson roared, the sound primal and raw, his body convulsing as he spilled inside me, his blood slick against my skin where the blade had pierced him again and again.

We stayed like that, tangled together amidst the blood and the wreckage of our victory, the knife still buried deep inside me. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my body spent and sated in a way I'd never felt before.

Slowly, Grayson pulled back, his hands gentle as he carefully withdrew the blade from my body. I shuddered, the loss of the pressure almost as intense as its presence had been.

He turned me around, pulling me into his arms, his gaze fierce and possessive. Blood stained his skin, mine and his mingled together, but his eyes were soft as they held mine.

"We survived," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.

Grayson nodded slowly, his grip tightening around me. "Ours," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling promise.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. We were monsters, both of us. But we were each other's monsters.

And that was all that mattered.