Page 19 of All Hallows Trick (Sick and Twisted #3)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CAT

T he groan that came from Madde’s throat made my skin tingle. My breath caught when his hands found my waist, squeezing like he was trying to press his fingerprints into my skin. My back hit the wall, then his mouth was on mine, hot and desperate and sweet like honey. Our hips aligned, his pinning me to the wall; the hard length of his cock grinding into my clit until my eyes hooded. His tongue surged deeper, obsessive in tasting me.

It was an unleashing of tension that had been building all day, or if I was really being honest, since the night on the balcony. I carded my fingers through his red hair and tightened them into a fist, angling his mouth so I could take control of the kiss, owning him the way he’d owned me since I discovered my darkness had a form. Arousal poured through me in a delicious rush, liquid heat dripping from my core. I wanted my thighs around his hips, needed him to sink inside me with a ferocity that made me moan against his lips, bruising his mouth in my intensity.

“Cat,” he moaned against me, his lips glossy, blue eyes wide, pupils blown. “My Cat, my lioness, my light. I can’t believe I’m kissing you. You taste like coffee and chocolate. My new fucking favourite.”

I meant to reply, but he ground his cock harder against my clit and cupped my face between both hands, kissing me so deeply that his taste overrode every sense in my body. Honey and vanilla, so damn addictive. I matched his hunger, almost feral for more. My underwear was thoroughly ruined at this point.

“Tell me to stop kissing you or I don’t think I ever will,” he confessed, husky with need. One hand remained on my cheek, his thumb stroking with such gentleness that butterflies careened through my belly in a wild spiral. His other hand glided over my shoulder and down my back, exploring the arch of my spine before it settled on my ass, squeezing a handful of my other cheek. “Tell me to stop right now, lioness.”

I tightened my grip on his hair, wrenching his mouth closer. My lips moved across his as I spoke. “I don’t want to stop, Madde.”

His eyes fell shut, a deep groan shaking his chest, my nipples sensitive to the vibration. “You’re playing with fire, Cat.”

“Playing with darkness,” I corrected, and gasped when he kissed me so suddenly and forcefully that my back slammed into the wall. My heart hammered. Blood pounded between my ears, between my legs.

“I have loved you,” he groaned, eyes shut tight, “for almost four years. This can’t be real.”

“If it wasn’t real,” I gasped, kissing him once, twice, not quite able to stop, “I probably wouldn’t be wearing a duck onesie.”

“Blanket hoodie,” he corrected, grinding against my pussy again, the angle so perfect that my head fell back against the wall. “Do you like it?”

“Love it,” I panted, meaning both the gift and the way he touched me, kissed me. With Death’s words, the guilt had vanished, removing the barrier between me and how much I frantically needed Madde, my darkness. I stroked my fingers across his scalp and whispered, “I want you to fuck me in it, Madde.”

Madness’s answering growl was deep, throaty, and not remotely human. The sound alone was enough to make my clit ache, but then he dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and god-fucking-damn. “You give me butterflies in my belly and my cock.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, love.”

His eyes filled with fire. “Yes. That. Always call me that.”

“Love?”

He groaned, his other hand leaving my cheek so he could grab my ass in both hands, rolling my hips against his. “I’m not Madness when I’m with you. I’m Love.”

I remembered the day we met, how he introduced himself, and thought of the way he’d earned the name of Madness. There was no space for that dark past here with us, no space for those memories. I pulled his lips back to mine, kissing him as my hand wandered down his body, travelling over lithe muscle that jumped under my hand, moans pouring from him into me.

When my exploration ended at the swollen thickness of his cock, Madde tore his lips from mine to gasp, “I’ve never felt this alive. Not ever. Pretty ironic, since I’m—”

I stroked my hand up and down his cock through his dark jeans, and his words ended in a whine that made me feel both powerful and so needy I couldn’t take it.

“Dead,” he finished in a pant, the look on his face equally dazed and dark with need.

“Love?” I breathed.

“Yes?”

The wonder-filled expression that lit his face gave me the confidence to say, “I need you inside me. Now.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “I’m not taking my lioness without foreplay.”

“Yes, you are.”

He tilted his head, the way he fixated on me making the butterflies in my stomach go wild. “You need me that badly?”

“Yes.”

A soft sound filled his chest, not quite a growl but absolutely full of possession. “Will you die without me?”

“Yes,” I breathed, popping the button of his jeans to slip my hand inside. No underwear. God. He’d been walking around with no damn underwear, only denim between us, since we got back from Death’s castle?

“Oh fuck,” he grunted when I wrapped my hand around him, his cock warm and hard in my palm. My clit was so hard that the involuntary jerk of my hips almost made me come. “Reach into my darkness, Cat, I can almost feel—holy kittens and rainbows.” He groaned when I wrapped my soul in the familiar darkness, relishing in its warm velvet comfort. “That is lethal.”

“What can you feel?” I gasped, tracing my thumb over his tip, waiting for the moment when his composure broke. I could feel it in him—the storm, the fire burning in the dark, the deep well of his hunger.

“You need me,” he moaned. “That’s what I feel. You ache for me. You’re dripping just at the thought of feeling me slide inside, all the way until there’s not a single inch of me that isn’t buried inside you, filling you up and up and up until you’re stuffed so full you’ll never forget the feeling of me.”

Oh, god. My eyelids were already drooping, heat crawling across my chest, my nipples hard and sensitive. “Madde, love, I swear if you don’t fucking—”

He cut me off with a kiss, determined hands shoving denim down his tanned legs. 1 Fumbling with the waistband of my leggings, he set me down only long enough to pull them off. I was so used to my men using shadows to vanish my clothes that there was something unbearably sexy about Madde using his hands to undress me.

“This,” he said in a rough voice, pulling me back against him, his hands stroking over the orange fleece of my hoodie, “is staying on. Though I’m afraid I’ll be forever turned on by ducks from this day forward.”

I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist, a shudder working through my inner muscles when his cock brushed my bare pussy. “Don’t worry,” I said more breathlessly than I intended, “weird shit fits your brand.”

I tasted his smile in a slow, deep kiss, the determined stroke of his tongue making me drip all over his cock. I was going to die if he drew this out any longer.

“Do I need to beg to get you inside me?” I asked, a little blown away by the awed expression on his sculpted face, the unfathomable softness in his eyes.

“Never ever,” he replied breathily, his hands sliding to my hips and holding me so firmly that my heart skipped. There was no warning, no shift in his expression; the love and awe didn’t waver in the moment before he slid his cock through my slickness and thrust into me. I was so wet that he sank deep enough to make me gasp, my hand finding the back of his neck, fingernails biting skin.

“Madde,” I said, the slow slide of him inside me enough to make me groan, pleasure building so fast I couldn’t control it.

“I know,” he panted, his voice a little raspy as he covered my face in obsessive kisses, over and over, across every inch of my skin. “It’s too good, far too good. But I can make it better.”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip at the sensual glide of his cock, reaching deeper, deeper with every stroke. And goddamn, the way he rolled his hips… I couldn’t fucking bear it. It was too soon but too good to fight, the tension between us getting me worked up.

His darkness stroked my soul in a long, possessive touch, his husky voice filling my mind. Come all over my cock, lioness, I can take it. Come, and keep coming, and let me give you more and more pleasure. It will never end, I can promise that.

His words sent a deep, shuddering clench through my inner walls, and my teeth bit deeper into my lip when his hands tightened on my ass, pulling my hips forward to meet his rolling thrusts. My skin was on fire, flames igniting in all the places we touched. His eyes focused on my face as he adjusted the angle of his hips, and a little shiver went through me when I realised he was intent on completely ruining me.

His cock brushed a spot that made my whole body lock up, my pussy gripping him with new desperation. The low sound of satisfaction that shook his chest almost undid me there and then. I stopped feeling the wall behind us, the air on my skin. My fingers tightened in his hair, ruthless as I dragged him back to my mouth, kissing him hard. Moans left me with every swirl and suck of his tongue, every hot, wet sound we made, every determined stroke of him inside my pussy, relentless as he hit my weakness over and over—

I came in less than a minute, and it was so good, so fucking euphoric, I didn’t care that it was so quick.

“More,” I demanded against Madde’s mouth the second my body stopped quivering. When my eyes focused on him, my heart expanded at the way he watched me, literal sparkles in his eyes and an exceptionally soft expression on his face.

“I like the way you melt against me,” Madde told me, his voice hushed. “I like feeling you like this, so calm and trusting in my arms.” He moved his hands to my hips, using his grip to slowly, so slowly grind me against him, ripping a gasp from my swollen lips.

“I do trust you,” I said, stroking my hands over his shoulders, feeling the subtle power there as he held me up against the wall.

“That’s a drug,” he groaned, his eyes a deeper, cashmere blue. “I’m afraid I’ll be addicted to it forever.”

“I’ve always trusted you,” I went on, curling my hand around the back of his neck. “Since day one. It just took me until now to realise it. The darkness always felt safe, always felt protective.”

“I would let the entire world collapse if it kept you safe,” he confessed in a rush, pressing his forehead against mine. “But I always knew you could destroy the world yourself, and I’d be the one cheering from your side as you dealt beautiful, blood-soaked judgement.”

That’s one thing I’d always loved about the darkness, even when I thought it was just the dark impulse in my own soul. It had never called me weak, never insinuated I didn’t have the strength to defend myself.

I rolled my hips against Madde’s, tightening my inner walls around him as I pulled myself up his cock and plunged back down.

“Oh, god,” he groaned, his eyes slamming shut, hot breaths fanning over my lips. “Ohhhh holy god.”

I smiled, closing the tiny bit of distance between our mouths as I worked myself up and down his cock, the pleasure almost as potent as the power I felt at his moans, at the way his hands tightened on my waist, at the involuntary jolt of his hips into mine.

Cold rushed into my back when he pulled me away from the wall, his movements frantic, needy. In seconds he was laid out on the carpeted hallway with me straddling him, his hands desperate and squeezing on my hips.

“Lioness, please,” he begged, his eyes dark and heavy. “Ruin me.”

The slow build of power he’d given me became a deluge, and I loved it, my heart beating faster. I slid my hands up his chest, his tight shirt like a second skin between us so I felt everything, every part of him. His stomach hollowed out, his breathing coming faster, his heartbeat slamming against my palm as I stroked up to his face. This time it was Madde biting his lip, his cock jolting inside me, blue eyes wide and unmoving from my face.

I wasn’t naturally dominant, but something about Madde, about the power balance between us, made it easy to lean over him, my lips skimming his as I spoke. “You want me to ruin you? Ask nicely.”

His eyes rolled back, his breathing turning choppy. It was a beautiful sight; I burned it into my memory so I never forgot the way he looked like this. “Please. Oh god, please, Cat.” His hips bucked, sending a shot of electricity through my nerves when his cock nudged deeper.

I leaned up to kiss the bridge of his nose, letting my lips linger on a cluster of freckles, tasting the sweat and sweetness of his skin. I’d learned dominance at the hands of men named Misery and Torment. Madde would regret putting me in charge. I kissed a little lower, then the tip of his nose.

“Please what, love?”

His neck arched, tendons standing out beautifully. I dragged my lips over his jaw so I could taste them, and his answering moan was so fucking hot that I clenched around him three times in desperate succession.

“Please fuck me,” he blurted, his voice a rasp, roughened with pure need. “Please, Cat, please, lioness, please.” He pawed at me with hands I was delighted to feel tremble, like the teasing, the need was unbearable. I knew the feeling; I knew how absolutely maddening it was, and how explosive a release it promised. “I love the way you torture me but I really, desperately need you to move. Please.”

His voice broke on the last plea, filling my heart with affection and power. Even my satisfaction to see him pleading under me was soft at the edges. I rolled my hips, drawing off his cock a few inches, heated rippling flesh sucking him back inside. Madde’s head hit the carpet, his eyes wide, but what reached into my chest and squeezed my heart was the smile that curved his lips, settling deep into his cheeks. My darkness. He was the darkness, and he was mine.

“There’s no going back after this,” I said, my voice coming out husky and raw. I moved faster, with more confidence, tracing every line of his face with my eyes, greedy for the sight of him as I rode him. “I won’t let you go, Madness. I’ll fight to keep you. I’ll fight anyone that tries to take you from me.” he feels betrayed and abandoned but trusts her… until the bond breaks.

“Cat,” he whined, hands falling on my thighs, fingertips biting into my curves.

I bowed over him, sliding my nose against his before I caught his mouth in a possessive kiss, slamming my ass down with every thrust, my pleasure twisted from a slow, sensual bloom to sharp, vicious demand. I wasn’t gentle, wasn’t measured or composed or any of the other things I should have been as his dominant. I dug my fingers into his skin and kissed him hard and messily, our teeth knocking together as he matched my desperation.

“Please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he chanted against my lips, his eyes shut tight. His pleas drove me so close to the edge that my hips stuttered before instinct resumed my movements faster, rougher, my rhythm destroyed. My knees hurt and thighs ached but I couldn’t care less as release gathered in my lower belly, hot and delicious, everything inside me tightening. “Oh, heaven,” he groaned. “Kiss. Please. Kiss.”

I crushed my mouth to his just as the tight coil in my belly snapped and my eyes rolled back as I came. My body locked in an arch, my breath cut off in my throat as wave after wave of pleasure charged through me. My hips bucked with each bolt; I gasped when it inched him even deeper, that scant movement enough to shake my body with sudden, deep tremors.

Madde was right there with me, his arms locking around my back, hugging me close, chest to chest. I cried out at the shift in angle, at the feeling of his cock throbbing inside me. I had the vague sense I was clawing at him as pleasure spiked so high every inner muscle convulsed, my body trembling in his arms now.

It was one orgasm, just one, and I was a fucking wreck. I panted, my hair stuck to my forehead, legs quivering where they hugged his hips. My head ended up on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around Madde as I clung to him, the euphoria of climax so powerful my head floated.

“Pure insanity,” Madde breathed, his voice bedroom-soft and aching with tenderness. “Nothing should feel that good. It’s an impossibility.”

“Too many… big words,” I groaned, not caring to move even though we were on the floor. When his fingers travelled up my back, deliciously slow, then tangled in my hair, palm cupping the back of my head, I was content to stay there forever.

“No one else is allowed to have you while you’re wearing this,” he said, a little rumble in his voice as his other hand smoothed fleece down my back, traveling lower to squeeze my ass like he couldn’t help himself. I clenched, just once, but the answering jolt of his length made me gasp.

“Madde,” I protested lazily when he stood, keeping me wrapped around him.

“I think I’ll have you one more time. Or three.”

“Three? Are you insane?” I groaned.

“Darling, what’s my name?” he laughed, his slow steps stroking him along swollen, sensitive muscles, in and out, in and out. I dug my fingernails into his skin, blinking my eyes open.

“Love,” I answered.

I wasn’t expecting the low, throaty noise he made in response. He moved so suddenly that air tugged at my hoodie, then my back was against the wall. He gripped my ass in both hands and drove into me hard, taking back control from me in a way that gave me shivers. We didn’t even make it out of the hallway.