Chapter 29

ChapterTwenty-Nine

His thick tongue plunged inside her, and Katherine forgot how to think. How to breathe. How to do anything other than endure through the blinding pleasure that coursed through her body, starting at his tongue and ending at all the fine points of his claws that he delicately raked down her sides.

He never drew blood, she belatedly thought, but that didn’t matter. She wanted him to draw blood. She wanted to feel him groaning against her as he did when he fed, but this time, because there was blood mixed in with what he sipped from between her legs.

Tilting her head up, she stared down at him with a strange mixture of delicious pleasure and slight confusion as she watched that dark tongue plunge inside her. That wasn’t a man’s tongue. It wasn’t the pink tipped tongue she’d seen him lick his lips with before.

This was a demon.

A true, monstrous demon who feasted upon her flesh and growled with the pleasure of it. His nails had grown so long, they looked like daggers tipping his fingers that never once gave her any threat in the slightest. He left little red marks as he glided his hands over her, but she quite liked how they looked on her skin.

Like he’d lost all control, and suddenly that’s what she was imagining. The growls that came out of his throat were so compelling. He didn’t see her as broken or scarred or even a woman who had a terrible injury.

He stared up at her with so much passion in those eyes she thought she might burst. And then he sucked. Hard. Drew her entirely into his mouth with that wriggling tongue still working magic on her insides and everything felt like it was a hundred times more.

More pleasurable. More sensitive. More clawing and aching pleasure that burst out of every part of her body. She writhed, bucking up against that hand that had held her in place for his attentions, but now she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t help but move and shift and seek out that singular moment she wanted to experience and had only experienced by her own hand up until this point.

But he stopped. Drew back with a snarl on his lips and surely an argument he wished to start. But she couldn’t let him do that, not when she had been so fucking close.

So she looked into those red eyes and snapped, “Bite me.”

His eyes widened, and for a hesitating moment, she thought he would say no.

But then he leaned down again, with slow movements, and oh so delicately bit the inside of her thigh. It wasn’t the one she wanted. It wasn’t the rasp of slight pain that then led to his losing control, but it was the start of something.

Katherine had long ago lost her patience with him. Though he had bitten the inside of her bad leg, likely because he thought she didn’t have much control over it, she shifted against his teeth. A slight jerk that started from her pelvis and just barely scraped her thigh harder against his fangs.

But it was enough.

He jerked back, his eyes somehow even wider now as he stared at the thin red line he’d created. A single drop of red beaded up on the wound, slowly crawling down the inside of her thigh.

“Katherine,” he muttered, his voice deep and guttural.

She would not let him run from this. This was part of who he was, how he had to be, and if he was the monster, then...

She wanted the monster.

Purposefully, she lifted her injured hip even though it hurt. She bent the knee and angled the cut so that the drop of blood changed direction. Slowly, the red line pointed where he had been feasting. And she felt it. The warmth of blood that trickled to the lips of her pussy and then...

Oh, then he shattered.

His growl echoed in the room as he lunged for her. The sound sent gooseflesh dancing all over her body, but then she arched into him as that dark tongue consumed her. He licked and sucked, his claws digging into her hips as he dragged her closer to him. He lifted her hips off the bed, crouched over her like an animal while he devoured her whole.

Katherine was limp in his arms, unable to even move as the exquisite pleasure burst over her.

“Gluttony,” she gasped, the sound choked as she pressed the back of her wrist against her mouth. A scream built up in her as her inner muscles clenched, pulsed, ached for something more than just his tongue. But gods, it was thick. His fangs pressed against her outer lips, digging only slightly in and enough that she knew he had drawn more blood. Not enough to hurt, but enough to satisfy.

His deep groan vibrated through her clit and elongated the orgasm that pulsed into something almost like pain.

And when it finally subsided, she felt him withdraw. Limp in his arms, like she’d lost all the muscles in her body, she opened her eyes to stare up at him in shock.

That long, thick tongue licked the shine from his lips and he certainly did not appear to be a man who was satisfied. If anything, he appeared even more hungry.

His eyes were glowing. Bright red and terrifying, enough that a small part of her brain whispered she was looking into the gaze of a predator and she needed to be more careful. She should run screaming from the room, hide as soon as she could find a safe place.

But that prey part of her mind also knew that he would catch her. And another other part of her, the part that enjoyed a bit of danger, knew that when he did, it would be exquisite.

Still breathing hard, she licked her lips and watched him for any sort of reaction. He’d sat back on his haunches, her knees now draped around his hips and his hands still clutching her waist. Gluttony seemed frozen as he stared down at her.

“You still here?” she asked.

He nodded, although he didn’t really seem to hear her. “I have tasted nothing so divine as you. Forgive me for a moment, Katherine. I do not know what I will do next if I do not get control of myself.”

Oh, she didn’t want him to get control over himself. She didn’t want him to think and over-analyze and see too much into this moment because she had just seen what the gods saw every day and she wanted him to feel the same. She wanted to touch him, lick him, taste him just as he’d done for her.

And if he started to overthink this, then he would never let her. He’d hide himself away in his office for days on end while he tried to justify his actions to himself, when he didn’t have to justify anything at all.

This wasn’t supposed to be about her, after all. This was supposed to be about her reminding him that he was worthy and wanted and that his past did not define him.

“Lay down,” she said, removing her good leg from around his hips.

“What?”

“Lay down, Gluttony.”

Still dazed, clearly, he rolled onto his side. And the bed was so big they didn’t have to rearrange all that much for him to be reclining and for her to move over him. Her hair fell between them like a curtain as she moved to his side. She sat awkwardly on her bad hip as she ran her hand over his cheek. Gently smoothing her thumb over the wrinkles that had formed around his eyes.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she crawled over him. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Katherine, I didn’t do that for you to—”

Shushing him with a finger over his lips, she hungrily stared down at his body. “That’s quite all right, Gluttony. I know you don’t do anything with the expectation for me to do anything in return. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”

Those bright red eyes flashed again, and he sat straight up. Their faces were only a few inches apart. She moved to sit on his lap, but froze as he reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. All those muscles, that pale skin, the rippling twinges that followed his movements. All of it was for her to touch.

And touch she did.

Katherine didn’t know if they’d ever do this again, and she was going to take advantage of every second that he gave her. With a soft sigh of pleasure, she planted her hands flat against the planes of his chest and pushed him back down. Her fingers danced over everything she could, digging into muscles and running over the warm skin that she’d thought would be cold or dead, like the rumors claimed. But no, Gluttony was warm and real and alive.

She leaned down and tasted him. Flicked her tongue over his nipple as he’d done to her, and his little arch against her, the grind that pressed his hot heat into hers, made her grin.

She knew what he wanted most, and it was the same thing she wanted. Desperately. Almost recklessly.

Katherine scooted back down his legs, taking her time to kiss and worship everything that she’d wanted to taste for so long. By the time her fingers played with the edges of his pants, he was panting and his eyes had bathed the entire room with a faint hue of red.

He watched her almost frantically as she curled her fingers in the waistband of his pants, giving it a slight tug before she loosened the ties. He didn’t say a word as she eased them down his lean hips. He bit his lips just before she glanced down to see his cock.

And gods, it was massive.

Granted, she’d only seen a few of them while bathing, so maybe this was rather normal sized. But she didn’t think the beast in front of her was normal at all.

He still hadn’t lost control. He only hissed as she wrapped her hand around him, tugging experimentally.

“You don’t have to,” he ground out through gritted teeth. “If you don’t want.”

“What I want, Gluttony, is for you to shut up and tell me how to do this right.” She leaned down and flicked the pink tip with her tongue. Just to see what he tasted like.

His thighs clenched. The hard muscles pressed against her sides as she met his gaze and did the same thing again. She licked that tiny bead of glistening liquid at the tip, the taste of salt flooding her tongue. But still, he was too controlled. Too much in his head.

If he would not tell her how to do this, then she’d do whatever she pleased. Katherine flattened her hand against his stomach as he’d done to her. His abs flexed against her fingertips and he shuddered, his eyes rolling back in his head. So she leaned down and sucked him into her mouth.

Katherine had no idea if she was doing this right. All she knew was that when she swirled her tongue underneath the head of him, he let out a groan that rivaled the sounds he’d made between her thighs. And when she sucked a little harder, drawing him deeper into her mouth, he bucked just slightly.

She wanted more. Needed more. Desired for him to lose all control.

Wrapping her hand around him, she squeezed a little harder, working him with her hand and mouth as her free hand reached below. Cupping him, using her fingers to stroke whatever she could, she froze when the sound that came out of him was close to pain.

And then she felt claws stroking through her hair until he had the mass wrapped around his fist. Using her hair like a leash, he jerked her away from his cock.

There it was.

The red light flashed out of his eyes and his fangs had somehow elongated. He licked his lips, that long black tongue sending a rush of liquid between her legs. He touched her lips with his other hand, and she knew they must be red and swollen already. “You look pretty like this,” he growled. “Tighter, pet. Use your tongue more.”

And she was all too eager to comply, even if she wasn’t sure of the reasoning. Why did she suddenly want to please him and have him tell her that she’d done a good job? She’d never cared what someone thought more than she cared right now. She needed... No, she wanted...

Gluttony guided her back down, and this time she used both hands. Holding him tight and licking up the side of the shaft while watching for his approval. His nostrils flared, his gaze darted between the sight of himself sinking between her lips and her ass raised up behind her as she bent down to worship him. He watched everything.

She slid her lips down his cock, kissing and sucking until she finally took him deep into her throat. She swirled her tongue again, as he’d seemed to like, holding him tighter in her hands as his deep groans filled the room.

She’d thought he would be quiet. That he would stoically lie there while she had made all the noise she couldn’t keep in. But she’d been wrong. Gluttony held back nothing, his deep voice never ending.

“That’s it, pet,” he growled. “Take me deeper. Deeper, if you can. That’s it. Good girl. That’s so perfect.”

And when he grabbed her hand, drawing it back between his legs and lower to the sack between, she knew exactly what he wanted. She toyed with him, played with him, enjoyed it immensely even as he tensed. His lower back arched, his thighs were suddenly rock hard on either side of her as he bucked into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat a little hard, but she didn’t care.

She took him as deep as she could until she felt him shudder. Felt the sudden flex of his entire body as he pushed into her convulsing throat. Then a pulse and a flood of his cum that poured down her throat.

And she swallowed as much as she could. Drinking him down until he gently pulled her away by her hair.

She watched him, licking her lips to make sure she was cleaned up. And still, he stared at her. His eyes were soft and his features relaxed in a rare expression that made her heart thud a little harder.

“Kat,” he whispered, shaking his head, and then a brilliant smile lit up his entire face. “I fear you will break me, woman.”

She grinned back. “Just returning the favor.”

“And what favor was that? Trying to kill me?”

“I do believe they call it the ‘little death’ for a good reason.” Crawling up to his chest, she laid down on top of him. “I know we have to face the real world soon enough, but... Do you mind if we stay like this? At least for a little while longer?”

His arms curled around her, holding her tightly to his still rapidly beating heart. “Of course, pet. Of course.”

She knew they’d need to talk about this. What it meant, how it changed things, what was going to happen from now on, but she wanted to bask in him for a little longer.