Page 5 of All Your Bloody Lies

I round the counter and head into the singular room, Mister on my tail.

My bedroom is no more luxurious than the living room. A full-size bed with an oak headboard greets me, a non-psychotic tendency of mine. I refused to bethat personwho only has a mattress and box-spring.

Surprisingly, there is no closet, but I am grateful for a separate sleeping space at this price point. Against one wall another fake fireplace is placed, but this one, devoid of a television; and the walls are painted the same muted gray as the rest of the apartment.

Stripping down to my underwear, I slide under my black satin sheets. Mister joins me promptly, and I pull my onyx hair to one side,creating a makeshift nest for him to knead into. I can’t deny the pleasure I feel as he makes biscuits into my hair.

As we both settle in, I hear my phone buzz from the counter. Like most things these days, I care little to check who it is. Instead, I allow myself to fall into darkness, embracing the numbness it brings with it.

2

Xeraphine

Idon’t consider myself appalling in green; it’s far from my top choice. Yet here I am, dressed in it solely because of him—my target.

His eyes, a piercing sapphire blue, devour me whole. My dress, a skin-tight cork style, accentuates every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. I know my body’s power, reveling in how it commands attention, eliciting purrs and catcalls.

The clicking of my heels against the sticky floor is drowned out entirely by the deafening music. Heavy metal rock, accompanied by screaming lyrics, threatens to send me packing. How anyone manages to converse in this racket is beyond comprehension.

The man drawing me in with a pinch of his finger is undeniably beautiful, but that’s hardly surprising for a Shifter. Like most Dylox species, they shine in such aspects. With attributes akin to the Gods, Shifters are renowned for their alluring appearances and physiques. Yet, while I can’t deny their beauty, they’re also the most vile beings to ever tread this damned world.

“You fell from Vayl itself, didn’t you, baby doll?” His deep voice resonates, matching his massive stature. He towers over me, causing me to have to tilt my head back to meet his gaze.

“Oh, you flatter me as if you aren’t chiseled from the appearance of a deity.” I flutter my long lashes, and I’ve hooked him. There’s noneed to release my pheromones; I can’t afford for his group to be drugged and ready to pounce on me as well.

I pull my hair across one shoulder, exposing my neck. Among Dylox, there’s a tacit understanding that a claim signifies ownership, whether it’s through a tattoo or a bite. By showing my unmarked neck, I signal that I haven’t been claimed, and the joy on his face accompanies his step toward me.

“What is your name, my beautiful goddess?” I detest being referred to as such, but I bite my lip, suppressing the sour taste in my throat.

“Xeraphine, and yours?”

He’s handsy; I notice the twitch as he briefly hesitates, before summoning the courage to wrap his arm around my shoulders and pull me closer.

“You can just call me God, because that is what you’ll be screaming for later,” he finishes his sentence with a laugh, echoed by his friends surrounding the small VIP booth.

Insufferable.

At least his dick is bigger than the other guy from last week. I can feel it pressing against my hip, sending a shiver down to my cunt.

“But for now, you can just call me Miles.” He guides us back, settling into the red leather booth and pulling me into his lap. I can’t deny the anticipation of feeling that snake deep inside me later. Despite being a Shifter, he looks like he can provide me with a good time. His muscular physique, dark caramel skin, and short hair swept to one side suggest as much—he exudes confidence, which I need in a good fuck.

He reeks of liquor, but a scent of peaches and cream lingers beneath that. I know his energy will be fucking delicious.

“Miles,” I purr, crossing my legs so my dress rides up slightly, revealing the hint of lace between my thighs. “Tell me, what’s a stud like you doing here without a woman already in your lap?”

“He left her at home,” a man, equally as handsome with blond hair and green eyes interjects. “I’m sure she’s thrilled about that.”

That’s unfortunate. I hope his last words to her were beautiful and that he made her feel like she was his only.

I feel Miles tensing under me, ready to tear the man’s head off for revealing his truth. Leaning back against his chest I whisper, “Lucky me.” His hands slide to my hips. “So, I suppose my question should be, what kind of night were you looking to have?”

I’m coming on strong, but Shifters thrive on this assertiveness. They dominate their groups, yet when confronted by a strong woman baring her claws, they willingly submit to fulfill their desires.

“I was thinking a few drinks, and to find the company of a beautiful woman ready to kneel for me,” he croons. “Though your mouth is quite delicate looking.” His hand grazes my cheek, sending a warmth tingling down my neck. He traces his thumb over my lips, which are a permanently stained shade of red, and shakes his head. “I don’t think I’ll fit in there.”

I relish this little game; it’s my specialty after all. I much prefer these encounters, where I don’t have to pretend that all I desire is to be fucked like the demon I am.

Instead of telling him how much I can take, I demonstrate by sliding my tongue between my lips, revealing the two metal beads piercing it. I tap them gently against my perfect pearly whites before retracting them back into my mouth. I had contemplated getting the trending split tongue, but my body heals too quickly for it. Piercings, on the other hand, while my body heals around them, at least remain in place.

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