Page 51 of Grotesque
I dug my fingers into the ground to steady myself as his speed increased with every second he held my gaze in the mirror. There wasn’t a power in the world that could rip me away from whatever trance he had me under.
My chest was close to bursting, my eyes crying tears of pleasure – or fear, I couldn’t tell you, and then–
He abruptly shoved my head to the ground, shattering the image of the beast, and pressed his human face to mine. “You’remine now, aren’t you, Sorcha?” He groaned as he gave me a deep hard stroke. “Say it.”
Fuck that felt good. So fucking good. Too fucking good! I was coming again and fuck it was glorious.
I tried to look back at the mirror but his grip was ironclad. I could only meet his eyes from the corner of mine.
“Say it,” he hissed.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yours,” I ground out between my teeth as he pounded into me. He was riding me from one orgasm to the next.
Even as I felt myself slipping into the haze of pleasure I reached forward with my free hand. I didn’t look away from him as I stretched toward the mirror I knew was directly in front of me.
“I’m yours,” I said, my eyes fluttering as he shifted his hips up and hit a spot that had me screaming my pleasure.
Frigid air bit at my fingertips. I curved my nails downwards, something icy-cold giving way instead of hard wood.
I couldn’t hold it together any longer and screwed my eyes shut as I rode out the tail end of my orgasm, and felt as Corban started to come inside of me. His sharp teeth clamped over the back of my shoulder as he exploded.
We were a shaking sweaty mess by the time he pulled out of me. His heavy cock slapped the inside of my thigh as wetness spilled between us. The amount of cum leaking out of me should have been physically impossible.
I craned my head up to the mirror. That was no monster running their hands over my breasts. It was not their lips and teeth grazing my shoulder. It was all Corban as he touched me purposefully, possessively. But when I looked down to the hand that I had reached forward with, it was blue with cold, and the last of the snowflakes were melting off my fingertips.
Ididn’t feel like myself. Would I disappear into the shadows as Corban had done the night before? Like an apparition I followed him into the bedroom, where he climbed into my bed like he owned it. I supposed he did.
“Corban.” I couldn’t raise my voice louder than a whisper. I knew what I had seen in the mirror was real.
“Hmm?” He pulled me into bed and against his chest. He stroked the swell of my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. It was a welcome break after the intense fucking he had just given me. He’d made a promise to fuck me all night and somehow, I believed Corban was a man –creature? –of his word. When it came to sex, at least.
“What are you?”
His finger circled the bud of my nipple. “Sorcha,” he growled a warning.
“I saw you.” And it fucking terrified me.
“What did you see?” The pluck of his fingers became crueler.
A monster. I couldn’t say the word out loud. “You had horns and wings,” I answered quietly.
“The mirrors here play tricks,” he said.
“It was you.”
Corban slid over the top of me, his arms coming down as a cage on either side of my face. “Do I look like a monster?”
Corban was the epitome of dangerous beauty. His body carved like fine marble. His skin was smooth, softer than the stone he claimed to be, and pristine, completely free of marks or blemishes. The panes of his face as sharp as a blade, save for the sumptuous curve of his full mouth. A mouth that housed a forkedfuckingtongue. A tongue I knew was all his and not some creepy body modification.
He was cold until I warmed him.
But did that make him a monster?
“It’s ok.” I licked my lips. His eyes flicked down to the movement. “It’s ok if it was you.” I know what I saw. It didn’t matter what family I came from; I wasn’t mad.The words leaving my mouth didn’t make much sense, but I could see with perfect clarity how Rosaline had been so transfixed by him.
I rubbed my fingers together and though the chill was gone, I knew that what I had felt then was real as well. Cold snow blanketed the place beyond the mirror.
Corban’s eyes narrowed as he brushed a thumb over my lips. “And if it was? If you knew all this time a monster had been fucking you, then what?”
