Page 21 of Grotesque
The hard length of my cock strained against my trousers, begging to be released, to slip inside of her. I pushed against her ass, but I knew it would take much more than that to appease my hunger.
Not yet. My patience was paper thin but that could wait. Just a little longer.
Her body tensed and she pushed back. My heart fluttered that she responded to me so readily. Perhaps I would be able to fulfil her fantasy sooner than I expected. I’d be able to slide inside of her and feel her wetness for myself. Feel how warm and ready she was for me.
Would she take me easily or would she be a tight fit? Would she moan when I grabbed her hips and pounded into her, or would her head be thrown back in a soundless scream? I had to know.
I rolled my hips forward, my breath catching as she pushed back again and a sudden exhale left her lips.
I dipped my nose into the hollow between her shoulder and neck, inhaling the soft scent of the soap she’d washed with. She didn’t need to clean herself for me. Not when I was going to make her sweat, so I could lick it from her skin.
Languidly, purposefully, I licked up the side of her neck, savoring the smoothness of it.
“Sorcha,” I hissed, my lips grazing her ear. “Wake up, wake up.”
My grip bit into her hip, a gentle nudge to pull her from whatever dream encased her. Sorcha was mine. The darkness could have her when I was done with her.
Igrew up with nightmares. It was a rare surprise for me to have a pleasant dream, or wake without having dreamt at all. Maybe that was why I was drawn to horror stories– they were rarely worse than what greeted me every time I closed my eyes.
I’d heard of sleep paralysis but was fortunate to have never experienced that torment.
Until now, apparently.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness around me, I was acutely aware that something had changed. The silence was so complete, the only sound I could hear was the breath moving in and out of my lungs. I felt my body straining to coil in on itself as I realized what had woken me.
There was someone in my bed.
It was the dip of the mattress at my back that had woken me, as they slid beneath the sheets. I could feel their chest against my back and their hand on the back of my thigh.
How long had they actually been there? Was it Quint?
Something in their utter stillness, in the menace I felt misting in the air like smoke, told me it wasn’t Quint paying me an unsolicited visit in the dead of the night.
My fight or flight sense seemed to have abandoned me entirely. I was frozen, unable to move as the hand on my thigh started to move. The touch was gentle at first, but then the fingers splayed over my skin, grazing it with the edges of razor sharp nails… claws?!
“There she is.” The rumbling voice was male. Its pitch was low, and scratchy, like he was parched.
A silent scream died in the back of my throat as my entire body remained rigid. Something pressed against my hair, his nose I imagined, as he inhaled and let out a groan.
Why the fuck couldn’t I move?
He slid his hand over the top of mine and moved it down between my legs.“How about we have a bit of fun? Last night was cut so short,” he hissed.His fingers curled over my own, the tips of his long nails biting into my sensitive flesh.
The man in the shadows. It had to be.
Somehow, he had gotten into the house again, and past Quint.
And now, the stranger was in my bed.
Get up.Get up Sorcha!
A spark ignited in my blood, cracking the ice holding me in place. I jerked forward. Not fast enough, before a clawed hand encircled the entirety of my throat and pinned me back to the man’s – creature’s – cold body. Humans didn’t have claws.
Dreams couldn’t hurt you. Not even nightmares had the power to come to life. Which meant… my stomach dropped as a wave of nausea hit me. This was real.
“Sorcha,” he growled. “If you don’t play my game, I’m going to wake your guest downstairs, and slit his throat. A guest you’re not supposed to have.”
I stilled, my breath coming short and fast. He smoothed the flat of his hand over my chest as if he meant to soothe me.
