Chapter 6

Vincent

Smug satisfaction carries me away from the harvester. The hillbilly deserves every ounce of pain I gave him, so I leave him trapped under the blades without an ounce of guilt.

As the rich, spicy scent of my female thickens on the breeze, I turn my attention to the trail she left behind and quirk a brow.

She kneels at the bottom of the hill, only a few feet away from the back of the corn maze. With one hand braced in the dirt, the other clutching her chest, and her head hung low, her filthy hair curtains around her face and her torn sweater gapes open.

I approach her with predatory stealth. She doesn't look up when I stop by her side.

Her breaths saw in and out of her throat and she shakes from head to toe.

My mouth waters as the lingering taste of her on my tongue collides with the fresh scent of her slick. A rush of desire hardens my cock and need pools at the base of my spine.

Human voices sound from a few feet away. She lifts her head and releases her chest to reach in their direction.

I flip her over and cover the bottom half of her face with my hand before pinning her thigh to the ground with my knee. She wraps both hands around my wrist and shakes her head, trying to dislodge me, but I press down harder and wait for her eyes to glaze before gentling my grip. Her labored breaths whistle through my gloved fingers, so I shift my palm lower and clear her nose.

Unable to resist, I fill my hand with her breast and knead the soft flesh. She screams and pinches the meat of my palm between her teeth.

I chuckle and lean down to whisper next to her ear.

"Bite me, doll. Tie our souls together. Make it hurt." I lick along the sensitive shell of her ear and enjoy the hardening of her nipple against my palm. "Just know that whatever you do to me, I'll give it back triple fold." Her chest hitches on a sob and she shakes her head with my glove still trapped between her teeth. "Don't believe me? Go ask the hillbilly… after I fuck and knot you half to death, of course," I murmur as I slide my muzzle down to her throat.

Her pulse beating erratically in the delicate column of flesh is too tempting. I lick, suck, and nip the area as I give her other nipple a tweak before skimming my hand down her stomach and sneaking into her panties to sink two fingers into her wet heat.

She's too tight. Her cunt clenches around my digits and slick gushes over my hand.

Snarling against her throat, I rub my thumb over her engorged clit and curl my fingers.

She arches her back, screams, and fights harder. Her desperate struggle is too beautiful. I must have her.

With impatient movements, I pull my fingers from her pussy, free my cock, and coat my length with the slick on my hand. Her frantic cries against my palm and the pleading in her eyes break my control. I yank her leggings off one leg, part her knees around my hips, and align our bodies. Seed escapes my balls and scorches the inside of my shaft before spurting from my tip and pooling in her belly button. I run the underside of my cock through her drenched folds and moan.

A feminine giggle filters through my mania. I drop my muzzle to her throat and tighten my grip on her face.

"Hush, doll, or they'll hear us," I whisper before sealing my lips on the juncture between her shoulder and neck.

My palm muffles her cry. I grind my cock against her sopping pussy and lick the flesh trapped between my teeth. She pushes against me and writhes.

I fist my cock and fit my tip to her entrance. Delicious pain travels through my abdomen as she sinks her nails into my sides and scratches me through my shirt. With my trench coat draped over us, our bodies hide in shadows, but when warm blood seeps into my shirt, I relish my omega's viciousness as she leaves her mark on my flesh.

I tilt my hips and bury the first inch of my cock into her body. Lightning arcs up my spine as her pussy struggles to accept my girth. I growl and tighten my jaw on her neck as she writhes underneath me.

Fresh slick spurts around my shaft and drenches the ground under her ass. With an unhappy nip of her throat, I push my cock deeper into her body and reach between us to catch the next surge of her desire. With a full palm, I smear her slick over my partially inflated knot and balls before flexing my hips and encouraging a fresh wave from her pussy for a refill.

Unable to resist, I paint her soft belly and breasts with her slick and flick her clit as I return my hand underneath us.

Her jugular pulses under my tongue as I grind my teeth against her flesh, almost breaking the skin, but she begs nonsensical words against my palm and bucks underneath me. I growl and push my cock deeper into her body, clinging to the last thread of my control as I bring another palmful of slick up to my chest. Underneath my shirt, I spread her essence over my entire torso and purr in delight at our mixed pheromones.

I lift my hips until her entrance hugs my tip. She tries to wedge her knee between our bodies, so I surge balls deep into her body.

Tight, wet heat clamps around my entire shaft. Her hard clit rubs against my pubic bone. She throws her head back and arches her back, rubbing her breasts against my chest.

Painful pleasure wraps around the base of my skull and shoots down my spine as delicious agony pulses through my cock. She's perfect. I breathe through my nose and resist the urge to bite down as I enjoy my first moment of being fully embedded in her tiny, curvy body.

When I shift my hips and pinch her nipple, her channel squeezes me impossibly harder.

I lose control, giving in to my basal urges and fucking in and out of her with wild abandon. Her breasts bounce with the force of my thrusts and dirt gathers along her shoulders as I pummel her pussy with my massive cock.

Wave after wave of slick coats my groin and runs down my legs, soaking my trousers. I growl and relish the scent of sex as I force my partially engorged knot in and out of her swollen entrance. She fights and sobs, but when I shift my hips and hit the sensitive spot at the front of her channel, she clamps down on another climax.

I hit her G-spot with every brutal thrust and play with her breast, bringing her to orgasm again and again until sweat pours down her body and magma boils at the base of my spine. When she manages a full yet ragged breath and shakes her head when I drop my fingertips to her clit, my control breaks.

I grab her hip and sheathe my cock in her tight perfection. As my knot balloons behind her pubic bone and lava blasts from my balls and spurts from my tip, she seizes and opens her mouth in a silent cry. I sink my teeth into her neck and moan at the taste of her blood.

Sweet and earthy with a hint of iron, her unique flavor floods my mouth.

I swallow.

Agony spears through my chest and annihilates all traces of my desire. My knot deflates. A band tightens around my ribs. I can't breathe. Sound echoes as if through a long tunnel. My vision blanks.

I collapse onto my side and struggle to make sense of the sudden and extreme change. Invisible daggers stab me over and over. I clutch my chest and lift my gloves to my face to examine the wetness, expecting to see red.

Only my female's sweat, slick, and tears glisten on the black leather.

Pain streaks through my entire body, but when it concentrates in my head, spine, and the back of my legs, I know there's only one way to end my torture.

The partial bond between me and my omega throbs, but I roll away and stuff my cock back into my pants before staggering to my feet. With a glance over my shoulder, I take one last look at my curvy little blonde before shuffling forward. Putting distance between us hurts, but it's nothing compared to the perpetual agony of my fellow scarecrow.

Even though I know I'm at fault for trapping him under the harvester, I hate him more for ruining what should have been the most glorious moment of my afterlife.

He stole my woman again.

I'll make him pay. Somehow.