Page 3 of Venomous Lies
The girl beneath me was staring up at me with a pleading gaze. Pain glittered in her tear-filled eyes as I continued to fuck her.
I tore through her cervix.
Lust and power skittered down my spine at the realization. This domination was fucking intoxicating.
“Please, please.”
“Shhh,” I whispered as I pulled back to revel in the light leaving her eyes.
But no matter how much I thrust into her warm body, my orgasm was nowhere to be found.
A loud curse escaped once I shoved away from the fresh corpse, not giving a shit when she rolled over and slammed into the storage shelves nearby. Frustration coursed through me as I sat against the wall and tried to imagine I wasn’t in some random room on campus by myself. Wrapping a hand around my throbbing, bloody cock, I used the woman’s fluids as lube to get myself off.
Closing my eyes, I swore I heard Isla’s voice moaning my name. The husky timbre made my stomach twist, and I came instantly, like a fucking schoolboy.
I kept jacking off as I recalled the curves of her body. My grunts filled the room with each punishing thrust into my fist, refusing to give my body a break. Almond and vanilla with a light hint of jasmine, the unique scent of that damnable witch, filled the room.
She had mated withsomeone else.
That wasn’t the worst part, though.
No… The worst part was the question that kept running through my mind.What the hell is so wrong with me that she didn’t chooseme?
Better to be numb, to feel nothing, than the ever-growing doubt and self-loathing that every woman in my life inspired.
Another man, arealman would stake his claim on her anyway.
But incubi weren’t real men—a lesson all succubi taught us at every opportunity. Isla had just driven that point home like a knife.
I wasn’t even an afterthought, just the unwanted echo of the son no one ever wanted.There was no chance at all I could be a real man, so why pretend?
Sudden knocking jarred me from my spiraling thoughts.
“Echo?!”
Another punishing orgasm tore through me even as I growled in annoyance.
Aizel.
He’d somehow tracked me down, probably wanting to have another conversation about me listening to Isla. Aizel kept pointing out how dangerous I was becoming, with my incubus instincts taking over my humanity in small spurts. All I needed to do, he kept repeating, was sit down and talk to the witch.
What a waste of time.
The corpse in the room with me wasn’t going to help get him off my back, but I didn’t care.
“Echo? Look, I don’t want to overstep?—”
The door to the storage room opened, but the moment my twin came into sight, he froze. Muttering a curse, he quickly and quietly closed the door behind him. His goldand green eyes focused on the dead student at his feet, then the sight of me still stroking my hard dick, blood and cum all over myself and the floor.
“Shit.”
“I don’t need your help,” I rasped, cutting off the lecture I knew was coming. The memory of Isla’s body against mine made me slam my head back into the stone wall as I came again, aiming my seed at the body on the ground.
This witch was going to be the end of me.
“No, you need a fucking tub of hydrogen peroxide to get this shit cleaned up,” he hissed in warning, eyes flashing with annoyance. “There are already dead bodies popping up, and you want to add to the count? This is the third person in a week! Youjusthad a rut?—”
Aizel stopped when I snarled at him. Without waiting for him to keep talking, I pushed myself up onto my knees then used the dead girl’s mousy brown hair to clean the cum off my dick and thighs before looking for my clothes.
