Page 20 of Fangs & Freaks
“You’re already dead,” I remind him as I place my calves over his shoulders, using my heels to press into him, guiding his face back to pussy. “And my kitty is purring for you.”
“I love when it purrs, even more so when it bites and its claws come out.” I just smirk; he does love it rough. Maybe instead of this being about me, I’ll string him up and inflict some pain later. It’ll be good practice for the Brotherhood, but unlike them, I won’t be killing my toy. Well, making it a permanent death for him.
He runs his tongue through my seam before swirling it around my clit, sucking it into his mouth. My toy slips one, then two fingers inside my tight hole, curving the tips slightly to hit my g-spot as he pumps them in and out. I don’t know when it happens, but my hips begin to move in unison with his movement, intensifying the feelings overtaking my body.
He takes hold of my thighs, pressing them back, opening my pussy up even more for him. I know what he wants; to fuck me. But right now he can pleasure me this way and suffer with a hard cock until I return. I need to make an appearance and remind people who I am.
I stand outside the compound that houses the Crimson Brotherhood, the sun setting as the last rays of light shine over it. The wind cuts sharply against my skin, and my mind drifts back to days past when I used to love the feel of the cool air against my skin as I performed my evening chores.
I’ll give it to them. Their security is tight but not tight enough for me. I close my eyes, letting my powers course through myveins, calming me for what I’m about to do. Going in there with my emotions running rampant isn’t the best thing, and I know that.
I call on my powers, transforming into my Bloody Mary persona, the one that strikes fear in people, causing them to piss and shit themselves as they cower before me.
Grand appearance or stealthy? I still haven’t decided on which one I want to do.
I transport into the compound, staying hidden in the shadows, my veil keeping me hidden from their eyes. One of the magical perks bestowed upon me by Lilith.
My gaze sweeps across the room, absorbing the scene. Men are scattered throughout the area before me, while the little whores the club keeps around are either scantily dressed, laying across their bodies or naked, getting what little brains they have left fucked out of them. I have to admit it has my pussy throbbing just from watching the porn fest. Some of these men are hot as sin.
As I scan the scene before me, my eyes lock on him, the man who stole my unicorn. He’s truly gorgeous with his long hair and gothic appearance, but it’s more than that. Something about him calls to me, something magnetic that hints at shared secrets. Almost as if the darkness of our inner voids connects us, beckoning to our shared wounds of the past. It is as if each crack in our non-existent souls resonates with each other, neither threatening nor comforting, but almost a promise that we are no longer alone.
Get yourself together, Bellonna. He defied your wrath, taking what’s yours.
He moves with grace through the room, each of the men in his club taking a moment to exchange words with him while the women salivate, I’m sure begging to be riding his cock. My mind drifts, imagining what it looks like, how it would feel as Icrawl on top of him, positioning my pussy over his hard shaft, clamping tightly to it as I lower myself down on it. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I quickly cover my mouth, not ready yet to make my presence known.
“Okay men, finish up and get your cocks back in your pants. We have church in ten minutes. Club whores and anyone who’s not a member of the club need to be the fuck out of here,” a deep voice roars from across the room. Roaming the area, my eyes land on the god who spoke, the other person who was there that night. The president of this band of walking dead misfits.
Church.A mischievous smirk crosses my face as I’ve now got a whole better idea of letting them know their mistake in messing with me. With one final look back at the gothic vision of a bloodsucker, I transport myself into the room that I know from my previous scouting they hold their meetings in.
When I appear in the room, I take flesh form once I’m sure no one is there.
I take a moment to walk around the room, letting the tips of my fingers trail along the furniture, making sure to leave my scent. I want them to know it was me. To show them how easily I can invade their holy sanctum without detection.
The overhead light flickers, catching the blade of a knife lying on one of the tables. The light dances across its smooth, polished surface in sharp, dazzling flashes. The metal reflects with a cold brilliance, each facet bending the light into streaks that shimmer like liquid silver, and a brilliant idea comes to fruition.
Picking up the blade, I pull the sleeve of my shirt up, exposing my pale wrist. Placing the tip of the blade on my skin, I press it in, piercing the surface as crimson flows. Irony at its best. Slicing my wrist, I drop the knife to the floor before using the red fluid to leave my message to the club on the wall.
I only wish I was going to be here to see their reactions.
Originally, I was just going to fade into the background and watch as they discovered my gift, but Lilith has me running an errand. Apparently, she caught wind of someone selling kittens for nefarious purposes. For all her fearsome power and glory, Lilith is an absolute softie when it comes to animals.
With a sigh, I take one last look at the words before making my exit. Hopefully, it’s clear enough for these Neanderthals to figure out.
Blood for blood, and pain for pain. You stole my prize, now feel my reign.
Chapter Ten
Warrick
The airbefore church is heavy, even before I open the door. I can feel it—something ominous. My pulse thrums in anticipation as I press my palm to the cool metal and shove it open. The scent of iron hits me first, unmistakable. Blood. And not the kind that belongs to just anybody, or someone who just overstepped their bounds and stumbled into the room we hold church in. This is deliberate.
My boots echo against the floor as I step inside, eyes scanning for the source. And there it is, boldly mocking us on the far wall.
Blood for blood, and pain for pain. You stole my prize, now feel my reign.
The letters are bold, painted with deliberate strokes in vivid crimson that glisten under the room’s light. My jaw tightens, and fury bubbles beneath my skin like magma.
“Bloody fucking Mary,” I growl.
