Page 92 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood
“I already told you?—”
His hand grips my jaw. “What you desired of him was beastly. Is that what you wanted? Something inhuman? I can give you the monster again. All you have to do is ask.”
This Cassius situation and Harrow continuing to bring it up has me frustrated and flustered. I want to tell him that it’s my body and I am free to use it how I like. Instead, his dominant and antagonistic actions only turn me on more. He knows how to slink beneath my skin and push every button. How is it I’ve been so fully seduced? I’ll do anything when it comes to Harrow. He’s right. I have been craving his less-human side. Fucking Cassius didn’t leave me satisfied.
“Can I have your monster?” I begin to rise. Harrow pushes me back down. My knees slam against the floor.
“I’ve changed my mind. I want you tobeg. Beg me to ravage you in my monster form. Beg me to break you, like you begged him.” Gone is the tone of praise.
“Fuck you,” I bite back. “You want to humiliate me?”
“Was it humiliating to let ahumanfuck you until you cried? Were you satisfied with his mortal tricks after being taken by an immortal?”
“You know I wasn’t.”
“I won’t know anything if you don’t use your words.”
Hate boils within me. Hate for this conversation. Even more hate for the way my pussy is practically weeping for Harrow. I don’t want to admit there’s a side of me that’s loving this interaction.
“He left me unsatisfied?—”
“But you came.” Bastard. He wants me to use my words and he won’t even let me finish speaking.
“I came but it wasn’t like when I was with you. Cassius doesn’t know my body the same way. I came but I wished it was you fucking me, breaking me.”
“I don’t believe you. I saw what happened.”
“You saw it but you weren’t there. Please, Harrow. For fuck’s sake, give me your monster. You toyed with me in the labyrinth, promising to finish what you started. You still haven’t given me your monster. Are you afraid to follow through?”
“Lenore.” My name comes out as a warning.
I grip his thighs, staring up. “Please give me your monster. Take me, break me. Show me the things Cassius could never dream of doing to a woman like me.”
Harrow grins, satisfied. His smile is the first thing to change. It consumes his face, growing impossibly wide as his fangs fill the new space. Ink stains his hands and feet next, spreading upward and covering his arms and legs in a swirling darkness. Talons tear forth, leaving deep scratches in the wood floor. The silver of his eyes and white of his hair both fall prey to a pitch black that matches his wings. Feathers sprout from his arms and face. Like this, he barely fits in the cabin. The wind rushes from my lungs when Harrow snatches me up.
“You asked him to break you.” Harrow pins me to the wall. “He thought that meant he should make you cry. I’ll show you what it means to break. You’ll shatter for me. Shatter with pleasure so intense you’ll lose sight of everything but the feeling of my cock splitting you open.”
Harrow
Lenore’s eyes drop to my newly formed appendage. The base divides, releasing five tentacles. They writhe, seeking something to touch. The tip and shaft haven’t even settled on their final form when I push inside. Lenore’s tight passage chokes me,gripping my cock until I whimper, fucking whimper, in my monster form.
The tentacles strike as soon as I’m deep enough inside for them to reach. One lies across the hood of her clit, rippling over the blood-engorged nub. Two wrap around her thighs, anchoring us together. One massages the stretched skin where my cock has her pussy pulled wide. The final tentacle teases her back hole. I won’t take that part of her now. I’m still enjoying the build-up. The torment of her not knowing if or when I’ll plunge inside. She’s nervous about having that part of herself taken. I can feel it in the way her muscles clench.
I tease around the outside, my tentacle tugging gently on the sensitive ring of flesh. Her pussy pulses when I rim the area. By the time I take her ass she’ll be begging for it.
I can’t see my cock, but from the feel of it, it’s corkscrewed and vibrating. The whites of Lenore’s eyes take over as they roll back in her sockets. She didn’t have that reaction from anything Cassius did.
Peering down at our bodies together is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My cock is so thick, I can see the outline beneath her skin when I push all the way in.
My pace isn’t careful. She craved brutality from Cassius and he gave it to her. But something was missing. A piece lost to Cassius in his desire to take her roughly. Brutal, dominating, but completely in control. That’s how you wring every ounce of pleasure from your lover.
I fuck her hard, relentless in the way my hips piston in. All the while I’m studying her body, tweaking my movements so that her face twists out of a grimace and into an O.
I learned her wants and needs in my human form. Discovering what she likes, and what she can take, in my monster form is a whole new game.
The wall behind her strains beneath our weight. Will it crumble if I keep this up? I’d like to find out. Wrapping my arms behind her for support, I intensify every aspect of the way my body is conquering hers. The vibrating of my cock has her first climax hitting before I’m ready for it. Her muscles contract, barely able to tighten with the space I’m taking up inside her. The pounding of blood on either side of her walls pulses against my shaft.
My tongue is long enough to make up for the difference in height. I may not be able to kiss her or reach her breasts with my mouth, but I’m easily able to swipe the tip of my tongue against her peaked nipple. I flick it, faster and faster, mimicking the motions I usually reserve for licking her clit. Her moans spur me on. Victory fuels me when her second climax hits and subsides. Fucking Cassius and his single orgasm. She’s worth more than that. Was he even trying?
