Chapter 39

ChapterThirty-Nine

She’d never been so in love with anyone in her life. Katherine practically floated through the next few days. They rarely were without each other, and if they were with each other, then they couldn’t keep their hands from wandering.

Her hip hurt worse than it ever had before, and she couldn’t care less. Envy’s potions were helping, as well. She needed to ask Gluttony to send a message to his brother and let him know that they worked. Even though Gluttony rarely feasted from her in a way that she wanted, he was still biting her. The tiny pinpricks covered her body, and she loved to see them in the mirror.

Even now, wringing out her hair from yet another bath, she could see the faintest hint of them. The newest ones were more red than the others. Touching her fingers to the one just underneath her jaw, she grinned.

Her reflection looked like a different woman. A woman with a bigger heart and a delighted soul. Every inch of her was well pleasured and happy.

Blowing a kiss to that smiling woman in the mirror, she wrapped her towel a little tighter and made her way into the bedroom.

At this point, she just slept naked. Gluttony came into her room at all times of the night. He was busy doing something, though she had no idea what. He claimed it had something to do with his brothers, so she could only assume it was more alchemical solutions to whatever weapon had been created to attack the demons.

And yet, all of that felt so far away. She didn’t even think about the attacks on his brothers or the strangers in her town. They were in their own little safe bubble in this castle. So far away from reality that it was hard to think of anything else at all.

She was safe here. He was safe too, and together they would keep each other alive.

Sighing, she coiled the long mass of her hair on one side of her shoulder and eyed all the blankets. They were still tangled from their escapades this morning. A blush burned her cheeks as she thought about that entertainment.

Of all the men she could have picked, she’d had to go and get herself a demon. Both in and out of bed.

Pressing her hands to her lips, she tried to contain her mirth, but she just couldn’t. All that happiness bubbled out of her into laughter that filled the room. And she didn’t care who heard her. If Gluttony wandered past, maybe he would think she was mad, but did it really matter?

He made her so happy she couldn’t contain it.

The shadows to her right shifted, where he used to stand while she was asleep. The curtains moved as well, letting the thin light of the moon play across the features of a man who had been waiting for her to notice him.

“You shouldn’t do that, you know. You might scare someone.” Katherine mockingly placed her hand on her chest, but he would know he hadn’t startled her. She’d long ago started searching for him in the shadows. Even when she didn’t notice him at first, she always could feel when it was him.

Gluttony stepped out of the darkness near the curtains, his eyes already gleaming red. “But not you.”

“Rarely me.”

Katherine let out a little squeal of delight as he lunged for her. Though she pretended to run, she didn’t get very far before his arms slid around her waist and his face tunneled against her neck. His warm breath played across her throat, and he inhaled her deeply.

“I need you again,” he grumbled against her skin. “Damnable woman, you’ve tunneled your way into my very being. Just a few hours without you and I’m useless.”

“Useless?” She rocked against him, pressing her behind to the hard cock that pushed back against her. “I could find some use for you, if you need one.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” Katherine turned in his arms to pin him with a stare. “It’s just you and I here in this castle, and I desire you more than anything else in the world. You are mine, Gluttony, and I will not deprive myself of you.”

He groaned, and she watched his throat work before he gathered her a little closer. Grinding himself into her core, he muttered, “I thought I was the monster, and yet here I have created one.”

“You sure do complain a lot for a man who is now, finally, well satisfied in all aspects of his life.” Roping her arms around his neck, she tugged him down for a firm kiss. “Now, are you going to do something about this burning need or do I have to take care of it myself?”

He nipped at her lips, sharp fangs drawing the faintest pinpricks of blood. “Hush, woman. I’m trying to be understanding of your injuries. You’ve only just begun this adventure, and already I’ve abused your poor womanhood more than I should have.”

She made a face. “Womanhood?”

“What would you prefer I call it? Sheath? Hidden wonders?” He grinned.

Katherine made a different face of disgust. “None of that.”

“Then what would you suggest?”

She backed him toward the bed, fully aware that he was allowing her to move him around to where she wanted him. But it still gave her a sense of control. Of power.

So when his knees hit the bed, she pressed her hand to the center of his chest and pushed. “You may call it my pussy.”

“Sounds rather cat-like.” Obediently, he fell onto his back, bouncing until she crawled on top of him. “I have better words.”

“Do you now?”

He caught the back of her neck and jerked her down on top of him. With a nip at her ear, he murmured, “Warm. Wet.” Another nip that sent a trail of gooseflesh down her spine. “Mine.”

“These are good words.” Goodness, was she already breathless? He did things that startled her every time they were together. Even now, with his cock pressed against her belly and all those hard slabs of muscle at her disposal, she wasn’t quite certain what to do.

She wanted all of it. All of him. Every inch of his body against hers and she didn’t know what to ask for.

But her man certainly did. He knew what he wanted from her, how he wanted it, and how he was going to take it. Gluttony curved around her, dragging them until they were both lying on their sides, her back to his front. Her bad leg beneath her, she had a lot more mobility this way. And he proved just how much mobility she had.

Leaning over her, he breathed into her ear, “I have words for you to say as well, Katherine.”

“Oh?” She had a hard time focusing when his hand opened the front of her towel. Icy air played over her chest, tightening her nipples to painful points long before he closed his fingers over them.

“I want you to tell me exactly how you feel.” His deep voice made her body react in ways she’d hadn’t expected. Just the sensation of him wrapped around her, with only his fingers playing at the tips of her breasts. It was... enthralling. “I want to hear you describe what you want me to do, and how you want me to do it.”

She whimpered. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

“You can.”

“But I’m—” What if she was terrible at it? What if she voiced it in a way that made him feel like she was too inexperienced or that she wasn’t... good enough?

“Stop thinking so much, love.” His fingers twisted and that blissful bloom of pain was everything she needed to focus on him and him alone. “Or perhaps you would like me to tell you what I want to hear? Just this first time. We’ll do it together.”

Frantically, she nodded, needing him to tell her what she could do to make this better for him. Anything, she would do anything.

His hand slid from her breast down to her stomach, and the smooth glide made every muscle in her body clench as she waited to see what he would do. Knowing that it would feel good but also anticipating what would come.

Gluttony touched her so lightly between her legs that she almost didn’t feel him. Just the faintest, feather light touch. “Your pussy,” he said, amusement tinging his words a little lighter. “I want you to tell me how badly you need me to touch you here. How wet you are at just the thought. Are you wet for me, love?”

She frantically nodded because she could already feel the slickness.

He hummed low, and the sound made all the hairs on her arms stand up straight. “Let’s see, shall we?”

Gluttony cupped her thigh and stretched her leg up, exposing her to the cold air even as he draped her leg over his hip. It left her open, slightly tilted into him as his hand moved back to play with her. “Ah, yes, pet, you are so wet for me.”

He toyed with her clit, those light, feathering touches driving her insane. She wanted more from him. Needed more. And even as she tried to rock against his hand, she knew he already had her trapped. He was in control, no matter how much she wriggled against him.

“What do you want?” he asked. “Or do you want me to tell you what you want?”

He didn’t know what she wanted. Or maybe he did. But if he did, then why wasn’t he doing it?

Katherine made a sound like his growls. “I know what I want, Gluttony.”

“Then tell me.”

Damn it, the words stuck like they always did. But this time she would not be bested by her body freezing. Grinding her teeth, she bit out, “I want your fingers inside me.”

“Good girl,” he praised, his lips ghosting over her temple right before he sank two thick fingers deep inside her.

And oh.

Oh.

She was so full, pulsing around him with hot, hungry squeezes echoing through her entire body. He moved his hand in and out, the slow glide of his movements so delicious and not nearly enough. He licked her ear, that long black tongue snaking down to coil around her neck. And she knew he was changing into his battle form. That demonic presence had always made her feel so hot and ready for him.

“What else do you want from me?” He loomed over her suddenly, his presence so much that it blotted out even the shadows behind him.

He was her personal darkness. Her nightmare that was hers to command if she so wished.

And she wished.

Like he’d unlocked some key inside her, she gripped his hand and squeezed his wrist. “Harder.”

He bared his fangs, the thin moonlight glinting off their tips. “And?”

“Bite me.”

“And?”

She let out a little frustrated mewl, arching into his touch. “I want to feel your hard cock inside me.”

“Oh,” he murmured, and she felt him moving behind her back as he drew her towel up over her hips.

When had he gotten his pants off? Because suddenly she felt him. Notched at her entrance and so hot he was almost boiling. The hard head of him nudged at her, pressing but never actually sliding deep inside her.

She pushed back against him, but he’d already locked her in place. With her leg stretched over his hip like that, she couldn’t move unless he let her. Unless she begged him to move and she was so close to doing that.

But then he pressed his finger down on her clit, gently massaging the small bud that ached so much for him. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she turned into a heaving puddle of woman in his arms until he finally, finally, whispered in her ear, “I want you so much it feels like dying.”

“Then fuck me, demon.”

“I intend to do just that. But first, I want to make you scream.”

With a swift, sudden movement, his finger circled her clit with the perfect pressure. The perfect tension. She was coiling, spiraling, spinning out of existence and came so hard that every muscle in her body clenched. At the same time, he pushed inside her with a hiss at the tension and oh.

Oh, she’d definitely never felt like this before.

The sudden fullness in her body at the same time as her orgasm made her come harder and longer than she had yet. Every fiber of her being unraveled as she came, and came, and came. She might have begged for mercy through some of it, as he shoved harder and deeper into her with every thrust.

His grunts echoed in her ears and when she came back to herself, he was pounding into her. Thunderous in his movements and growling in her ear before he sank his teeth into her neck.

She’d only had a few seconds of rest. Only a few seconds of being a real person again before she splintered into another blistering orgasm that was somehow even stronger than the first.

“Need you so much,” he snarled against her throat, gulping down mouthfuls of blood between the words. “Too quick. So sorry. Going to—”

The deep, guttural groan that followed those words lit up her entire world. She loved it when he lost control. She loved the long nights where he pet and stroked her body until she couldn’t formulate a single word, and she equally loved these quick sessions where both of them lost all sense until they unraveled in each other’s arms.

And as she caught her breath, certain she had died for a few minutes there, she listened to the soft sounds of his swallows until he yanked himself away from her neck.

Gluttony let her leg drop down, his hand smoothing over her hip as he made no attempt to withdraw from her. Long claws danced down her arms, and goosebumps rose at every one of his touches. She knew he loved to watch those appear.

“So responsive,” he murmured as he leaned up on his arm, staring down at her with a soft smile on his face. “You are lovely, pet. More than I ever dreamt of.”

“You are too kind, Gluttony.” She stroked her hands down his face, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head and for once, she couldn’t stop herself from asking, “When was the last time someone touched you with kindness?”

He turned his head into her palm and kissed the center. “Only you, sweet. Only you.”

And though it made her heart squeeze, it also made her feel a little special. He was her first, after all.

In a way, so was she for him.