Chapter Eleven

The sun is about to set, and the moment is does, I'm sneaking into her room again, spreading her legs, and feasting on the blood that drips from her cunt.

This damn sunlight is my enemy. All it does is fucking rain but the day I don't want it to, it forces me to change into my gargoyle. My cock was hard all night, aching for my mate until the sun rose, turning me into a statue with proof of my need showing.

Being trapped inside myself isn't usually so bad. I typically fall asleep under the warmth, the charge of the hot rays giving me strength, but all day I've been awake. I've been pacing inside my mind, growling, and trying to shatter the stone that imprisons me.

I can't wait to break the shackles of this concrete and drift into her home, possess her body in her sleep, and maybe we can chase a wild heated dream together.

My cock is throbbing for attention, and I can't fucking reach it. It's painful to be as hard as stone— literally— and unable to do anything about it.

The sun is taking its time to set. With every passing second, I become more irritated. The stars have decided to come out early and all I want to do is fly as high as possible to see if I'm able to feel how bright the light is just to understand how searing Mickey's is.

People begin pouring out of the house. Workers with dirty clothes and sweat-drenched skin walk with exhausted slow steps to their cars. A lot of progress was made on the house today, but I was able to hear the commotion from earlier.

The man that hurt her could still be alive and I can't wait to find him. I'll make him pay for what he did. All those scars. All that pain. All those tears she cried due to him.

They will be nothing compared to the torture I will inflict on the sorry piece of shit who hurt my mate.

"I appreciate you coming out, Jake." Milo shakes hands with the sheriff. "I hope this is some kind of sick joke. I'm not sure who would play it. He can't be alive. It's impossible. She—"

"—I know. We will get to the bottom of it, Milo. I won't let anything happen to Mickey."

A quake is trapped within my chest. Milo and Jake dart their gazes around to see where the sound is coming from before ignoring it.

"I don't recommend her going to work. She needs to be careful. The less she is seen while I get more information, the better."

"Good luck with telling her that, Jake. She refuses to be kept in a prison. Her freedom is everything. Being trapped because of him again is something she will refuse to accept."

"I'm only thinking of her safety. If she goes anywhere, she can't be alone." His radio goes off and he reaches to his shoulder, pressing the button to reply. "I'm on my way." He sighs, patting Milo's shoulder. "I know it's a lot to deal with, but she'll get through it. We will find him and arresting him will feel so good."

Arresting him? That's fucking cute.

Jake won't ever have the chance. He might find Ty's bones or pieces of his body, but he will never speak to Ty. He will never hear that man speak or breathe.

"I'll keep you updated," Jake speaks his final departing words before heading to his SUV that has Sheriff written across the side in big bold black letters. "Get some rest, Milo. I'll be sending a unit to watch the house."

What a waste of time and energy when I offer more protection than any officer could. They don't want to do what is absolutely necessary to protect people.

And that's kill.

I'll kill. I'll become murderous. I'll damn my wicked soul to Hell only for the devil to play with it for all eternity. I'll bathe myself in her abuser's blood. I'll skin his flesh from his bones. I'll pluck his nails from their bed.

I'll do all of this while he is alive, begging for mercy.

I'll show him none.

To get to Mickey, he'll have to get through me, and that will never happen.

A rumble shakes the stone that shells me again. Milo's eyebrows dance with confusion as he steps out onto the freshly cut grass. He turns left and right, peers toward the sky, then scratches the back of his neck before yawning.

He is a good brother. That's fortunate.

Or I would have killed him.

He takes so much of Mickey's time. He's so needy.

She's mine.

Milo heads inside and locks the door. It isn't a simple click that slides into place. The mechanism sounds mechanical. There are three dead bolts on her door and the only way to enter is to press three fingers on a keypad outside.

I chuckle internally.

All that money spent on security and it still won't keep me out.

Dark orange fills the night. The cool air begins to replace the warm sun, but I can still feel its rays. I have about thirty minutes before I'm free.

I listen acutely as the minutes tick by. Milo's even breaths tell me he is asleep yet there are footsteps in the house. My heart skips a beat with worry. Focusing on the inside of the house, the footsteps are slow, light, and slightly drag. There isn't another heartbeat in the house.

Only Mickey's and Milo's.

The locks on the front door click in release before the new red-painted slab of wood opens to reveal Mickey. Her hair is messy from sleep, tangled and sticking up in a few places. She stands in the middle of the doorway, eyes open, and her body just slightly off-kilter as she sways.

I try to burst free from the statue but I can't. The last remaining rays of the sun can still be felt and until it is dark, I can't go anywhere or do anything. Is she okay? I can't tell.

She strips off her pants, stumbling before catching herself on the doorframe. Mickey tosses her pants in the yard, followed by her panties. I slam against the concrete holding me, needing to take her inside before anyone sees the body that belongs to me.

No one else can see how beautiful she is. Every curve of her, every sound she makes, every drip of blood from that pretty cunt— is mine.

Her shirt covers her just enough, stopping on her upper thigh to cover and tease the world with her legs. I want them wrapped around my neck. I want her thighs to squeeze my throat until I can't breathe while I have my tongue plunging into her tight pussy. I want her to be crying out for me, trying to get away because the pleasure is too much. She won't be able to go anywhere because my arms would be wrapped around her legs, keeping her trapped and her pussy fucking my mouth.

She's walking toward me, a dazed, far-off, vacant look in her eyes.

Mickey is sleepwalking.

Oh, the fucking things I'm going to do to her.

Only for her not to remember.

Her hand slides up my leg before she grabs onto my knee and hoists herself up the statue.

Even through this form, I can smell her arousal.

"Rhett," she mumbles, wrapping her arms around my neck.

She remembers my name. I'm shocked.

I fucking love it.

Mickey, circles her legs around my waist, and the heat of her cunt hugs my erected stone cock. One of her arms dives between her legs, a small grunt leaving her when she pulls out the cup holding all that delicious blood.

She pours it onto my cock, drenching the stone in red.

Mickey has to know I'm meant for her. Why else would she be doing this?

Hooking her arm around my neck again, she glides herself up and down my cock, letting the stone rub against her clit all while using the blood as a lubricant.

I groan inside my concrete prison, feeling every fucking wet slide of her cunt while she uses me in her sleep.

That's it, good girl. That's it. Fucking use me.

She rocks herself against me faster, whimpering with every roll of her clit against me. Mickey drags herself up and down, pressing her forehead against my neck while she sleepily ruts against her gargoyle statue.

Her tongue flattens against my throat, licking up the rough stone. Her groans become quick and broken as her orgasm gets closer. Her lips find mine, lazily kissing me even though I can't reciprocate.

Her tongue licks my bottom lip, then my fangs, working herself up and down. My mate's hips stutter, sliding herself long and hard on the very last stroke as her orgasm explodes through her.

"Rhett, Rhett, Rhett," she mutters my name in a broken moan.

A growl of frustration builds in my chest, wishing I could break free, slam her against the ground, and give her what she is seeking. Would my mate ever come to me awake or will I have to fuck her and breed her every time her eyes close?

As long as I get to have her, I don't care how.

Mickey lifts herself, pressing the crown of my head against her entrance.

My fingers finally begin to move, slowly as the sun finally begins to fucking set. At last, I have my mate right where I want her and I'm not able to do a fucking thing. Mickey presses down, the warmth of her squeezing the head of my cock.

"So good. Wish you were real," she slurs in the depths of her sleep.

Oh, if you only knew, My Timid Little Bloom.

Blood mixed with her come soaks me. I feel it dripping down my shaft the more she's able to take of me. I spread her wide, filling every fucking inch of her in a way that piece of shit ex never could.

She takes me by surprise when she takes another inch, painful whimpers mixed with pleasure tease my ears. Her nails scrape along the back of my rock-solid neck, and her mouth is on mine again.

Mickey can't take all of me, not while I'm in my gargoyle form.

"Fuck," she groans, gaining the courage to move. "So big. Need you, Rhett."

Her pretty pink cunt grips my shaft, rocking herself back and forth, up and down. Mickey leans back, rolling her hips, her hair flowing behind her and nearly reaching the ground.

If Milo were to come outside, he'd be traumatized.

She fucks me faster, her little erotic sounds bringing me to life quicker than the night ever could. Mickey slips her hand under her shirt, playing with her nipple while crying out softly— or as loud as she can while she sleeps.

"You're going to make me come. He never did. He never could," she admits, making all my beasts roar in victory. "More. More."

The last of the orange from the sun is gone and night has completely set. The moon is nowhere to be seen but the stars are out by the millions.

With a primal snarl, I break free from the statue, shifting to my humanoid body while I'm still inside her. My tentacles are freed, whipping her pretty cunt until red welts appear.

Wrapping my arms around her, I spread my wings, taking us into the air. My eyes roll to the back of my head as her muscles clench and unclench around me, nearly making me lose my train of thought.

I fly us over the house and into the backyard near the lake and then press her against the ground, the long grass giving us coverage from curious eyes.

"I came to life for you, Beloved, My Sweet Mate. Your gargoyle will always fuck you when you are in need." To keep her sense of control, I flip us until I'm on my back, giving her what she needs in her sleep.

She wants to take. She wants to be in charge.

And I will allow that if it helps heal her inner peace.

Unable to help myself, my claws sink into her hips, helping her rock back and forth. I gather the hem of her shirt and yank it over her head, tossing it in the water. Vibrations purr in my chest watching her tits bounce knowing it's because she's fucking me.

My curious hands travel up her body, cupping her small tits. I was right. They fit perfectly in my palms. I groan, my wings twitching to fly us up into the sky. I hold myself back, biting my lip until it bleeds while she uses me for my cock. My thumbs travel over her nipples, the beads sensitive and tight.

"Fuck, you take this cock so good in your sleep, Mickey. You are mine. You belong to me, but you know that, don't you? It's why you found me. You know I'm more than a voice in your head." I tilt my head back, roaring when she moves faster.

Her hands slide up my chest, then she flattens them on my pecs to use as support.

I dig my feet into the ground for stability, pressing into her from the bottom. "You feel so fucking good," I moan, watching where we are connected, witnessing my cock vanish inside her with every stroke her pussy gives me. There's blood on our inner thighs, her period heavy and warm, allowing me to slip in and out without worry. "Look how good you take my big cock, Mickey. Be a good fucking girl and look at us." I dig my claws into her scalp, fisting the roots of her hair, and force her to look down. "You can't take all of me yet, but you will, won't you? You'll be greedy for every fucking inch of me." My tentacles sting her inner thighs, one paying special attention to her clit.

With every slash of my tentacle, her body jerks from the electrical shock. I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, and tuck my wings behind my back. My mouth gravitates to her breasts. Wrapping my lips around one nipple, I suck it into my mouth, moaning at how soft her flesh is and how it gives under my attention.

My saliva paralyzed the guard but with my mate, it only seems to enhance her lust. I blow on the wet bead before moving to the other, not wanting to leave any inch of her body without attention.

Red flips my vision, the vampire inside me starved for her blood.

I don't want to sink my fangs into her neck, though. I want to drink from between her legs so I can also taste how much she craves me.

"There's so much I want to do to you and I'm not sure if I have enough time before you wake up. How much can I get away with before you come to your senses?" I rake the sharp point of my claws down her chest, over her nipples, and down her stomach. Red marks arise on her skin, and I hum in approval at seeing my claim on her.

Gently, I ease her onto her back. I glance down, obsessed with watching my cock sink into her. Mickey's arms settle above her head and with one hand, I keep them pinned. I drive into her drenched cunt, loving every high-pitched sound I ignite from her sleep-induced state.

I curl over her, dragging my tongue down her arm when I notice a long, skinny ridge. "What is this? Are you going to tell me, Mickey?"

"Birth control."

I snarl, not liking the sound of that at all. With my claw, I slice the skin where the narrow implant is. To my surprise, Mickey doesn't cry out in pain at all.

And I know why.

This pain doesn't compare to all the agony she's experienced. This is nothing.

I lick the blood dripping from her arm, ramming my cock into her so hard, she begins to glide across the grass. I wrap my mouth around the wound, sucking the meat of her flesh between my teeth. My tongue dives into the wound, searching for the implant that is stopping me from claiming her in every single way.

Growling deep within my chest, I apply more of my weight to her body to keep her still, plunging my cock into her soaking wet cunt while I suck the birth control from her arm. I finally feel it, like a small skinny twig, and I snag it between my teeth. I pull it free and grab it with my fingers so I can get a good look at it.

"This little contraption was going to stop me from putting my child in you?" I scoff, snapping it in two between my thumb and index finger. "Nothing will fucking stop me." I plant myself inside her, groaning as my tentacles flicker in different directions.

I bite my wrist and force it into her mouth, the vampire whispering in the back of my mind to feed her my blood. Whatever my instincts tell me to do to her, I'm going to without question.

"Now, I'll be able to feel what you feel." I bend down and lick her wound, watching her skin heal.

She'll have no idea her birth control isn't there. There isn't a mark to prove what just happened.

"Who did this to you?" I whisper into her ear, punching my hips so I can bury myself into her cunt. "Who hurt my mate? Tell me his name. Tell me where he lives. Be a good girl and I'll give you what your body craves." I push her hair out of her face, my claws rubbing against her scalp. I kiss down her throat, focusing on the strong pulse jumping behind her skin.

She doesn't answer me.

"That's okay. I'm going to find him and I'm going to kill him for you, My Timid Little Bloom. I'll set your soul free." I sink my fangs into her throat, moaning as the fast rush of hot blood flows into my mouth.

She cries out to the stars as my bite pushes her over the edge of her orgasm, her muscles tightening around my shaft to milk it.

I dig my fingers into her hip, the sharp points of my nails breaking the skin. I hold on tight to her body, driving myself to the edge before I slow down and slip out of her heat.

"No!" she shouts from being empty.

I shove her onto the ground and kiss down her body, wanting to taste between her legs again.

"I'll give you my cock again. Just let me have a taste first." I place each leg on my shoulder and pick her up by her ass, chuckling as I latch my mouth around her swollen, tender clit.

She groans from the sensitivity. My tentacles really love shocking this little bundle of nerves. Before I plunge my tongue inside her entrance, I find myself cleaning her blood from the inside of her thighs, not wanting any to go to waste.

Giving a quick look at my cock, I become irritated that I can't bend until I'm sucking her taste from my shaft.

"Mmm," I hum, licking between the pink lips of her cunt, gathering every red trail I can see. I clean her well, licking up and down her seam before swirling my tongue around her clit again.

I moan when I latch onto her entrance, plummeting my tongue where my cock belongs.

"Fuck, Mickey, you taste so fucking good. I could be down here for hours." I give her clit a kiss before flipping her onto her stomach, wrap her hair around my wrist, and drive my cock home. "But I need to be inside you too. I'm going to fill you. You're going to take every fucking electrified drop of me. Fuck. Fuck!" I roar, planting my feet in the ground to get better traction, burying myself to the hilt over and over again.

My tail slashes through the air and glides down her spine, slipping through the crease of her ass.

She whimpers, her eyes still dazed with her sleep.

"I'm going to have your ass too. I'm going to claim every fucking hole so when you sit, you'll be sore. When you cross your legs, you'll gasp and think of me. When you swallow, your throat will burn from me fucking it." The tip of my tail slips through her puckered hole and that's all it takes for her to clench around me again, her orgasm spasming all of her muscles.

Pressure builds in my shaft, my own orgasm looming. I pull from her, keeping the crown nestled in her cunt when I notice a large bulk forming at the base of my cock.

I slam into her, the bulb becoming larger every time I manage to slip out. I notice the grayish stone pattern inching up the stalk as I drive into her one more time.

The knot, my gargoyle growls in victory, locks us together. My cock turns to stone, and I watch as her pussy spreads wider to accommodate me. It looks like if she moves, she'll split open. Just when I think there is no possible way for her to stretch more, she does.

Her come, blood, pleasure, her body beneath mine, it's all too much.

I toss my head back and roar so loud, that I disturb the calm lake water, and it ripples from the force of my shout. My tentacles shock her clit with every thick stream of come that I fill her with, leaving her no choice but to drink me into her womb.

"Oh God. Oh God!" she cries, her body tightening around me again. "Yes," Mickey groans, her fingers clawing the sand.

Another wave of come fills her and she orgasms again, her muscles clenching once more.

Then, it hits me.

She's being shocked from the inside and the out.

My tentacles on her clit. My come electrifying her g-spot. She can't stop coming until I do.

I wrap us in my wings and kiss the back of her neck. She turns her head and I wrap my hand around her throat, bringing her head up so our mouths can meet in our first kiss.

The feel of them against me has another jet of seed begging to find her womb. Our tongues meet gingerly before I sweep mine inside her mouth.

"Rhett," she whispers down my throat.

"I'm here," I tell her, kissing down her shoulder. "I'm never going anywhere, Mickey. I'm in your dreams. I'm all around you. You will never be alone again." I trace her scars with my claw. "You'll never be able to get rid of me." I kiss her shoulder again. "For every scar he inflicted, I will seek a thousand moments of revenge on him."

I stare at her throat where my bite is, another scar to add to her collection, the only scar that should exist on her body. It hits me as my knot deflates.

I fed her my blood.

I knotted her.

I bred her.

I've marked her.

We are mated and nothing in this world can ever change that. And if we can only have our life when she is sleepwalking, then I will gladly live my nights filling her pretty cunt under the stars.