Page 15 of Cold-Blooded Creatures
ZION
Ihad to go back underground to get rid of the body—more like whatever had remained of it—before the cleaners agreed to handle the mess. Apparently, collecting the remains of corpses in my basement was the most terrible thing I could ask of them.
Closing the door to our underground, I jerked my chin up to Eislyn by way of greeting. “Thanks for the delivery.”
Her idea of using the neuromuscular blocking agents to spice up my activities was wonderful. Thrilling. The assistant’s lack of movements allowed me to flay him as precisely as I wished.
She noted the scarlet specs decorating my clothing. “Let me know if you need more. Have you seen Eli anywhere? He was supposed to make a run to Damia’s for my med supplies.”
“He’ll be out shortly.” I had plans.
She darted back into the kitchen and shut the door. Like that was really going to keep me out if I wanted to go in.
Eislyn knew very well how my sessions down below riled me up. The more time I spent with those immoral worms, the tighter my jeans tended to become. And my zipper was driving me crazy right now.
I closed in on my apartment, one of the many down the hallway in the upper part of our central building, and Eli sleeping soundly in my bed with his arms tied behind his back roused my hunger.
His blond, wildly ruffled locks covered the milky white pillow, obscuring most of his face. He was passed out from exhaustion, all thanks to me. But no more rest, not when toying with that vermin in the underground had me this riled up.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I teased myself by pulling the white sheet off him purposefully slow. Hard muscles lining his naked back came into view, followed by the lateral scar slashing his spine into two, an old wound from his life outside the compound.
Deep in dreams, his face might have been innocent, but he could snap your neck before you’d notice him approach you.
I tugged the leather belt restricting his wrists. My pillow muffled his vague mumbles as he shifted. Unholy urges flooded me, and I pulled the belt harder.
Startled, he bolted upright. Sleep’s bleariness faded away from his amber eyes as they drifted down my front, pausing at the stretched material over my crotch, and rising back up.
I loosened the button at the top of my jeans. “Come here and pull my zipper down.”
His trained reflexes carried him to the foot of the bed, on his knees, those thin lips inches away from mine. I leaned in to bite the bottom one, but he ducked and sat down on his heels.
“That’s not what you asked for,” he teased.
He was not escaping me. I was set on feasting on his lips until they turned blue from bruising, taking days to heal, on display for everyone to see in the meantime.
“Take off your shirt,” he demanded with such intensity that I ripped the blood-stained material off me. It tangled around my head and took way too long to be discarded.
He kissed down my chest, abdomen, and below the navel. As his teeth firmly clasped the zipper and pulled, I staggered, grabbing his head to hold my balance as electricity shot down my legs.
Biting the denim on my left hip, he yanked them down. His tongue slithered across above the hem to my right hip and he repeated the action, pulling my pants and underwear down enough for my cock to spring free.
I grasped his jaw and told him the order he was so patiently waiting for. “Open up.”
He better not taunt me without caution. Eli was my upstairs plaything for now, and I didn’t care if I broke him. Bodies were to be used and thrown away. Like Ilasall’s guards and soldiers I’d haul to my workshop to play with in any way my knife desired.
Eli sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, and their imprints peeled away the last layer of my patience.
“Now,” I spat out.
His mouth parted, and the jaws about to consume me exposed themselves. My knuckles slid along his jawbone, and I marveled at his feathering muscles. He hated anyone acting soft with him.
I shoved his head down. “Do your job.”
As he took me in, his slick tongue spread wetness from the base to the tip, licking and sucking, and once he began humming, the world blurred.
My head dropped back, and the moment I closed my eyes, the long blond hair I was grasping turned into dark waves, amber eyes morphed into deep brown with black streaks, thin lips became thick and a pair of fair-skinned arms appeared out of thin air, sliding over my shoulders, down my front and up as they raked their nails up to my chest, leaving scarlet trails on my torso.
Grabbing his head, I thrusted into him, once, twice, thrice, and pulsed down his throat. He took each spurt openly, lapping up the drops.
