Page 49 of Grotesque
How did something so violent sound so sexual coming out of his mouth? I knew he could smell the moment my arousal hit by the slow upward curve of his lips.
He slid his thumb over my mouth, the edge of one of his long claws catching my lower lip. “I love the way you play with death. How you invite it in so willingly. Tell me, will you allow me in?”His talons trailed down my throat to the front of my shirt. It sliced apart like silk beneath his touch. “Will you beg for me as you did last night, and the night before?”
His cool skin drew an involuntary shiver from me as he slid his palm over one of my now exposed breasts. His iron grip held me still, not that I tried to get away. I could fight, as my wiser, more rational self instructed, but we both knew I would always give into Corban. Like Rosaline, I’d had a taste of him and needed more.
“Yes,” I said hoarsely. “Please, Corban.”
“Again.” He twisted my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I rose up on my toes, trying to release the pressure from the sharp pinch of his nails.
“Please.”
Swirls of darkness entered his eyes. The bite of his claws found their way into my scalp.
“Please!” I gasped.
“Please what,” he hissed.
“Please fuck me.”
In a fatal swoop he pulled my face up to his and pressed his cold lips to mine. I laced my arms around his neck as his hands dropped to my ass, and he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, latching hold to him with equal savagery.
He was like a drug. So powerful that a simple taste was all it took for him to spread throughout my bloodstream. Corban was an addiction I’d always lose the battle against.
One second, we were in the field and the next I heard his boots on the front porch. Warm light spilled around us when the front door opened and he walked us into Glamis’ familiar embrace.
He set me down and the moment my feet touched the floor I was tugging at his shirt. He grabbed me by my waistband and yanked me flush against him.
“Take these off, now,” he growled, ripping his shirt free from my grasp. It disappeared like smoke. Like it had never been there to begin with.
Fuck he was beautiful. Corban was so unbelievably perfect it ached to look at him. Perhaps Rosaline had been right and he was an angel, one that had fallen from grace.
I wasn’t thinking, just following my instincts when I leaned forward and ran my tongue up his smooth chest. A low groan rumbled from beneath my mouth. I toed off my shoes and wrapped my hand around his cock as he pushed his pants down.
Corban’s cock was as beautiful as he was. It was long, longer than any I had seen in person or even in porn, and its girth was something to behold. It was a wonder I’d been able to take him in my throat last night. I felt a sense of pride as I stroked down, down, down and then back up, twisting my palm over the glistening head. I took a step back, giving him a gentle tug before letting him go.
I retreated to the bottom of the stairs.
All traces of humanity had fled his slanted eyes. There was nothing but a predator standing naked before me, muscles taut and cock twitching.
He was looking at me just as he had the first time we met and all the times since. Like he wanted to devour me. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pushed them down, along with my shorts, kicking my socks off so I too, was naked.
“Come and get me,” I said.
Fire lit behind the pale green of his irises. I turned and sprinted up the stairs.
I’d barely made it to the landing when he grabbed me from behind and pushed me down, his broad chest slamming into my back. We fell to the ground in a heap in front of the giant gilded mirror.
I caught his eyes in the reflection when he sat up, keeping a hand on the middle of my back. He wrapped his other hand around his cock and angled it down. At the first brush against my entrance, he let out an animalist hiss. “Wicked, wicked, Sorcha. You’re absolutely soaking.”
I shifted my hips up, trying to push him inside. The head of his cock parted me and I let out a shameless moan. I needed himnow. He leaned over my back once more and took purchase of my hips. With his face pressed against my cheek, his gaze locked with mine in the mirror, he slid inside.
My mouth gaped at the intrusion in a silent plea. More? Stop? Never stop?!
“That’s it,” he praised. “Look at you.” He eased farther in until my silent pleasure finally made a sound, and I groaned, throwing my head back into his shoulder.
“Fuck you’re big,” I said.
“I know,” he said kissing my cheek. “And you take me so well. First your mouth and now your perfect little pussy. You’re doing so good. I need you to take a little bit more so I can fuck you properly.”
