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Chapter 28

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Gluttony couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so rested. He didn’t even dream. No nightmares to plague his rest, not even a single thought other than a peaceful, deep rest.

The one time he’d woken during the night, a tiny hand had smoothed over his chest. He’d come out of a dream that he couldn’t remember in a slight daze. A warm body pressed against his side, hugging closer to him with a slight mewl that put a smile on his face.

As she drew closer, Katherine moved in her sleep like she didn’t even know what she was doing. She just snuggled up to him, because she had known he was a little upset in his sleep.

Like she wanted to be near him. Even when he was angry or wasn’t acting like himself. She wanted to cozy up to him and breathe him in and damned if he didn’t want to roll her over and sink into her heat. Gluttony wanted to feel that acceptance all the way through his body until they were one piece. One person.

But he couldn’t do that. She was still Katherine, and he was still... a monster. Even if she didn’t want him to think that he was.

Rolling into the thin beam of sunlight coming through her window, he realized it was one of the rare sunny days in his kingdom. The people in the town were likely all rushing out of their homes. Running into the sunlight and cancelling all their plans for the day.

They would celebrate, as they always did. Pulling out kegs of wine and mead, breaking bread with each other, and visiting family they might not be able to visit on a normal day. But today, not a single monster would reveal itself in the light of the sun. They were safe. No matter where they went.

He lifted a hand into the light, turning his pale wrist back and forth. He didn’t disappear in the sun, so perhaps he wasn’t quite a monster either.

The door to the bathroom opened and a healthy wave of steam erupted from it. Katherine stood in the doorway, wrapped in nothing but a tiny towel. Her hair had turned dark red with the weight of water, tangled on her shoulders and stuck to the sides of her cheeks.

And she smelled divine. So perfect and so lovely, and he’d never seen her in this light before. Never noticed how there were a thousand freckles that danced across her skin in the sunlight. Never knew she would glow like that, as if a goddess herself had stepped into his castle to bestow him a rare gift.

Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink as she caught him staring at her. “Sorry,” she said. “I thought you were going to stay sleeping for a while, so I just had a quick bath. I can go back in to change if you—”

But he’d noticed the scars that his brother had mentioned. The scars that were only silvery and barely visible on her face, but that danced down the entire side of her body. He could see the coiled tangle up her leg, and the mottled pattern on her right arm all the way up to her shoulder.

He wanted to see more of that pattern. He wanted to see more of her. And a flush of heat seared through him, turning his voice into a deep, guttural snarl as he said, “Don’t move.”

She knew what he was looking at. She had to know that he wanted to see all of it, all of her, and she should have run. But she stood there, patiently waiting as he rolled out of bed and prowled toward her.

If the hand clutching the top of her towel shook just slightly, he didn’t mind. She had good reason to be frightened of him, but he would never, ever hurt her. He’d rather flay his own skin off than lift a hand to her in anger or rage.

Circling his pet, Gluttony used his own body to move her into the center of the room, where he could really look. Really see everything that he wanted to see.

And he saw the gooseflesh pebble on her skin as he stepped closer. Did she feel it too? This strange heat that passed between the two of them until he could hardly breathe at all?

“Gluttony,” she whispered. “What do you want?”

You, he wanted to say. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life.

But he swallowed the words and instead said, “I want to see.”

Because he did. He wanted to know what had happened to her. He wanted her to bare her soul to him just as he had her, because right now he felt a little raw. She knew everything about him now. Every dark and twisted secret that he had hidden from the rest of the world.

Sure, there were more. Thousands of years of misdeeds and horrible decisions, but he didn’t hide those. Any book or historian could tell her all the terrible choices he had made in his life. And he had owned up to all of them.

But he had never killed anyone in cold blood. At least, anyone other than Larissa. And now she knew his darkest secret, and she hadn’t even flinched.

She stood before him in nothing but a towel and seemingly was fine with him looking at her. Seeing her. Touching her.

And oh, it made his cock hard. The trust she gave him, it was more than anyone else had ever done before. Not Larissa. Not the countless lovers he had in the past.

She was the only one who had ever made him feel like a man.

Katherine’s hands shook again and then... she dropped the towel. The pale white fabric fluttered to the floor and revealed miles upon miles of pale, soft flesh.

He was so glad he stood behind her because he had to bite his knuckle to stop the groan at what she revealed. Soft, rounded hips that gave way to what was likely the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. More than a handful in each globe, and those tiny indents just above. He wanted to bite her. He wanted to leave his mark on her and then do it again and again until no one would ever question that she was his.

Her hair was long and covered most of her back from his sight. But those long, lean legs were an ode to a god’s divine work. Yes, there were scars on her right leg. Burn marks that were both silvery and dark, showing where the fire had maimed her more than in other areas. And he could see how stiff the limb was, but it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.

A throb started between his legs, his cock jumping at the sight of her, but he refused to stop looking. Not now. Not when he had her right in front of him.

He couldn’t touch her, though. Not like this. He kept his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to her front.

Her breasts were so lovely, pink tipped and faintly tinged with a blush that spread down from her cheeks. A thin patch of hair between her legs hid what he most wanted to see, but he indulged himself in watching her stomach flex as she allowed him to look his fill.

And, oh, if it wasn’t painful to look and not touch.

“You are beautiful,” he said, his voice ragged with emotion. “Lovely, Kat.”

“But my scars—”

“I do not see them,” he muttered, still staring at her like he wanted to devour her whole. “I see only a stunning woman who I would like nothing more than to pleasure. To touch my fill until you cannot think or stand or utter another word. I want to ruin you, Katherine.”

Her breath puffed out her lips before she whispered, “Then do it.”

He almost groaned. “You don’t know what you ask of me, Kat.”

“No, I don’t. But I want to know and I think I want to find out all of it with you.” Katherine’s eyes had widened, and she’d turned a darker shade of red. “Touch me, Gluttony. I want to know what it feels like.”

She didn’t know...

Oh, he did groan then. He wasn’t responsible enough to show her what actual passion felt like! Gluttony hadn’t been with a woman in ages. He didn’t... couldn’t...

Her body was bathed in a flash of bright red and he knew it was emitting from his eyes. She deserved so much better than him, but he was absolutely going to take this opportunity.

He needed her. Just as she needed him.

A slow breath steadied him as he took the few remaining steps between them and stopped just before her. His clothing brushed against her skin and he saw another wave of goosebumps erupt all over her body.

“I want to do this right,” he whispered, leaning down until he could skate his lips over her shoulder and up to her neck. He blew on her, a cold breeze that pebbled her nipples against him. “I want you to be barely able to stand when I’m finished with you.”

She shuddered again, her breath coming out in a ragged little sound that turned his whole body to liquid fire. “Yes.”

“You deserve someone gentle. Someone who will guide you into this new realm of pleasure and passion.” He lifted his hand and was ashamed to see his claws had already erupted out of the tips. “But I am not gentle, pet. I am not the man to guide you with soft kisses and slow touches.”

Carefully, he circled her throat with all those claws, grasping onto her neck a little too tight and stealing her breath away.

Katherine gasped, likely feeling the way he could end her life with just a simple twist of his wrist. But then she leaned into him, her leg rising between them to brush against his hard, throbbing cock. “Do your worst, Gluttony. I want you in any way you will give yourself to me.”

And though it went against every instinct, he wanted that. Oh, he wanted to feel her lose herself around him and he would have it. No matter how much self control it took.

A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest as he scooped her up. One hand around her throat, the other around her waist. He twisted them both and walked her to the bed. With a swift movement, he tossed her onto the sheets and followed her down.

The softness of the mattress helped to dampen his weight as he shifted on top of her, grinding himself against her core for the mere moment he was given before he focused on her once again.

She’d never done this, he reminded himself. He could not fall upon her like a rabid animal, no matter how easily she arched up into him or what kind of moans escaped her mouth.

He chased the sound, plunging his tongue into her mouth so he could taste her. So he could feel the moans in his own throat as he cupped her breast with his free hand. She was so soft, so plush, so giving as he flicked her nipple with a sharp point of his nail.

She met his every move with ease. Coiling her body, turning into him and groaning against his touch. Her good leg came up and wrapped around his waist, tugging him closer so she could press herself against him. And he knew what she needed. What she wanted.

But his hands were claws and he couldn’t touch her like this. He’d shred through her delicate, freckled skin and even though the thought of it was near enough to send him into a frenzy, he would not ruin this moment for either of them.

This was the first time he had the opportunity to taste her, and he intended to do so.

Sliding down her body, Gluttony took his time to lave her neck with his tongue, tasting the faintest hint of her soap. He chased a droplet of water that ran from her hair and between the mounds of her breasts. He got a little distracted there, because he wanted to taste the pink tips of her breasts before he did anything else.

She arched into him as he coiled his tongue around her nipple, and he let out a little growl as she raked her hands up his back.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Gluttony, please.”

She didn’t know what she was asking for, he had to assume, but that only made this moment all the sweeter. This was his time to show her just how much she should want to stay with him.

So he continued, pressing kisses to her stomach and leaving little red bite marks in his wake. She seemed to move of her own accord, struggling to get closer to his touch. But she wouldn’t convince him to go faster, not when she needed to be teased. Tormented.

Devoured.

He pressed his hand flat to the softness between her hips, holding her down so she couldn’t buck up against him. Gluttony had to ignore the sudden pain in his cock as he caught the first scent of her.

But oh, the first taste would be infinitely better.

“Katherine?” he said, nudging her good leg to the side with his shoulder. “Look at me.”

She glanced down at him, her bright red face revealed between the heaving mounds of her breasts. She looked divine, staring down at him, her eyes wide and her breath already catching in her chest. “Why?”

“Because I want you to watch.”

He felt a strange shift in his body. Gluttony had always heard of a battle form and he’d seen his own, which was as monstrous as Wrath when he fought. But he had never experienced his battle form coming out when he was lost in the throes of pleasure.

He felt his body erring toward that madness, and when he opened his mouth, his tongue was infinitely longer. With one long lick, he drew that very long tongue up her slit.

And the taste of her. It nearly unmanned him.

Gluttony ground himself against the soft mattress, his eyes rolling back in his head as he heard her moan. He felt, more than saw, her flop onto her back as though she couldn’t keep herself upright. And he couldn’t stop himself from tasting her.

He flicked his tongue through her folds, and it was now so long he could touch every part of her while still toying with her clit. The thickness of his tongue pressed against her, and he took his time learning her taste.

Sweet and salty, musky with her desire. He lost himself in her for a while, in the taste of something new. He licked and sucked and devoured until he felt her legs quivering on either side of his head.

Drawing his tongue back into his mouth, he licked the slickness from his lips before uttering, “Katherine. Look at me again.”

“I can’t,” she wheezed. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“Look at me.”

At the snap of his order, she stared down at him and watched his tongue unfurl. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks darkened as she watched him lower himself between her legs once more.

He met and held her gaze as he plunged that thick, long tongue inside her.

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