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Chapter Six

Asha

W here had this man come from? Shows I’d watched? Books I’d read? What in the actual fuck was happening with my dreams these days? And why did it feel like I’d sold my soul the second I agreed to give him everything?

Thanatos didn’t wait. His kiss overpowered sense. His tongue conquered every space in my mouth. The darkness moved with him when he rocked his waist and thrust his huge, pierced cock inside of me. I’d never felt anything like it. Each silver ball stimulated a different part, and the sensation of them as he fucked me was entirely unique. It wasn’t terrible. No, if anything, it felt surprisingly good.

The loud slap of his hips cut through the sound of our heavy, lustful breathing. Sensation swarmed and flooded my lower half and was already too much to handle. The blissful stimulation wasn’t something I could adequately put into words. It hit like a storm. Like a motherfucking disaster. Without question, I’d be a whole new person when this gorgeous demon was done with me.

My spine curved, but what I could only describe as shadows come to life kept me from bending as far as I would've liked. The dark-haired bad boy’s tongue dipped in and out of my mouth while his unforgiving cock sunk into me over and over without mercy. I’d never been this close to death until Thanatos fucked me like it was his intention to take my body and soul tonight.

It went against who I was to give into him, but I’d done it almost gleefully. I blamed the dream me who was desperate for a good fuck.

I’d been with assholes who thought they knew how to pleasure a woman, but really, all they knew how to do was pleasure themselves and pretend they’d rocked our world. Live in a delusion that they were the greatest sex we’d ever had. It happened enough times that it wasn’t an exception; it was the rule. But Thanatos wasn’t dominating my body to meet his own selfish end. If anything, from the way he thrust and found every sensitive place inside and out, his motive was to destroy me with pleasure.

And I wasn’t ready for it.

Bliss had never hit me so quickly. The storm came on hard and fast, and I couldn’t catch my breath. All I managed to do was react. To curve, shift, and fight the invisible hold on my body. I just had to hope that at some point, he’d have mercy on me.

“Fuck! Oh…fuck. Wait a goddamn minute, you sexy jerk—” I barely bit out, electric sensation slicing down my spine and stimulating my flesh with every possessive shift of his hips.

Instead of waiting, Thanatos kissed me harder. Fucked me like a goddamn madman. Dominated every part of me like the demon he was. And the smack of his waist between my thighs was a vicious echo in my ears.

The elusive dance of his powerful form was mesmerizing. Shadows played across his smooth flesh, permitting short glimpses of how much strength he put into dominating every part of me. Every muscle tensed and released—a visual story of his determination to make me his in every shift and clench.

His glowing eyes lifted, connecting with mine. No man had ever looked at me the way Thanatos did. Like he’d devour me whole. Like I couldn’t run anywhere he wouldn’t find me. Like he’d chase me to the ends of the Earth to keep me by his side. And fuck, it got to me like nothing ever did. I wanted him to chase me. To be the beast in the night, and I, its eager meal.

Thanatos’s hand wrapped around my jaw, angling my face so he could drive his tongue into my mouth. I’d seen how long it was, but he was a goddamn genius at using it. Flicking, coiling, and tasting me like he couldn’t get enough. I wanted to reach out and hold onto him so I could anchor myself to this moment, but I couldn’t move. These damn shadows kept me restrained in the most infuriating way.

“No, no, little raven,” the Devil in disguise whispered into my ear, slamming his cock into me several more times. I moaned his name and fought to stay off the edge. “You should be demanding I fuck you harder. Tell me how much you enjoy my cock inside you. Beg me to make you come. I just might give you what you want.”

Holy shit.

I’d mocked dirty talk. Emily loved it. I, on the other hand, hadn’t met a single guy who didn’t make me burst out laughing when he tried to call me a dirty whore or shamelessly narrated what he planned to do to me. This dude, though, was on another level entirely. The way he growled each word and squeezed my ass to emphasize he’d make good on every threat, every promise, the way he wrapped his hand around my throat and dominated the senses—well, let’s just say that I got it now, Emily. Holy shit, I got it so fucking hard.

The beautiful killer’s face came into view, his hips slowing, and I watched his expression in confusion. The smirk he wore a short second later was nearly as scary as the one he’d given Bad Lay after dismembering his frat boy buddies.

The shadows wrapped around my body receded, finally permitting movement. But his hand was quickly on my throat, fingers pressing firmly at both sides. He could kill me, but he wouldn’t. Instead, it was instant pleasure. Nothing like those amateurs who cut off a girl’s windpipe. Not that I’d ever let them. This was how it was supposed to go. The gorgeous killer knew his way around a woman’s body. Or more importantly, how to choke someone for pleasure.

Please, don’t let me ever wake up from this dream.

Back arching, I bit my lower lip, and my insides clamped down on his pierced length. His approving groan, full of pleasure and promise, made my thighs clench at his sides. The same way I got off on what he was doing to me, he got off on the effect it had on me.

“That’s it. You look so good with my hand around your throat, surrendering like the good prey you are,” he growled, his powerful waist moving again. “How does it feel to have this monster’s cock inside of you? Does it feel like a sin, little raven?”

Before I could respond, Thanatos flipped me over, grabbed my hair, and fucked me doggy style with as much intensity as before. One of his hands gripped my hip in aggressive possession, and then he drove me back onto his cock. Each thrust hit its mark, washing sensation into my thighs every time. I struggled to stay upright on shaky arms, but Thanatos never slowed for a goddamn second.

Sex like this didn’t exist in real life. I was sorry to say I’d never been fucked brainless before this dream. And I’d also never worried about what would happen to me if he kept plowing into me the way he was. Could I come back from a violent fuck like this, or would it forever be branded on my body? This might be a dream, but the fear of what it’d do to me after was real.

My neck was curved back thanks to the hold the dominant bad boy had on my hair, and the sounds of my ass meeting his front assaulted my ears. I moaned, but every sound I made was distorted by the awkward angle my neck was pulled into. I couldn’t warn him when the tension in my waist finally snapped. Couldn’t even vocalize my unbelievable relief the way I wanted to when the crash took my body into another brutal curve and I came harder than I’d ever come in my entire life. But the aftermath was fucking bliss.

If I died now, I wouldn’t care. It was that good.

Arms wrapped around my naked chest, collecting my breasts and soft curves inside strong forearms and biceps. I was pinned against Thanatos’s firm body. I felt the sensual ripple of his muscles against my back as he continued to fuck me, and then the steady pulse of his cock as he came, waist locked, groaning my name. He sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I cried out more in surprise than pain. If this hadn’t been a dream, I’d definitely be sporting a bruise come morning.

Still trying to catch my breath, I glanced over my shoulder at him, but the world shifted violently. Lightheadedness struck just as hard as the shock of five men murdered had. I didn’t know what was happening until everything went black and I slumped over in his arms. I was laid out over the mattress, but that was the only thing I registered before my brain shut off and I went unconscious.

My head was fuzzy when I woke in my room, clothed and tucked under the covers. It took a minute to get my bearings. I remembered the dream in vivid detail. That never happened to me. It’d been months since I remembered any dream at all. Why did I remember this one so clearly? Like it happened? Like it wasn’t a dream but a memory?

Peering over, I noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. My stomach dropped.

I should be elated. No mystery supernatural killer. I wasn’t a witness to five men being murdered by a demon—or whatever the fuck he was. I didn’t have to rethink my entire existence, because now that I was awake and he wasn’t there, I could confidently say it was all a dream. Or would some call that a nightmare?

The sex certainly wasn’t.

I’d happily spend my life savings to recreate sex that good. What did a girl have to do to trick her brain into another sex dream like that? Maybe there was something on TikTok. Hypnosis? Psychotherapy? Demon summoning? Whatever it took, I’d go to sleep every night in hopes that I’d meet the sexy demon again and be bound in his shadows.

Groaning, I sat up. Every part of me ached. It wasn’t clear how the night went since everything was a dream. When did the dream start? Where did my night end? Was alcohol to blame? Did I walk home or was Emily the reason I made it back?

I couldn’t help the disappointed feeling in my chest that the best sex I’d ever had wasn’t even real. Of course, it came directly after nearly being gang raped and killed, then witness to some inhuman stranger tearing apart frat boys right in front of me. So, I guess I should be glad I dodged that bullet, right? There was no telling what therapy I’d need after being party to a five-person homicide. I’d leave that honor to Benson and Stabler. No need to relive the trauma from my uncomfortably realistic nightmare. If anything, I was lucky that it was only my fucked-up brain and not reality that manifested those assholes.

I really need to stop binge-watching SVU.

Throwing my legs over the side of my bed, I tried to get my thoughts together enough to find Emily and demand how I got home. I certainly couldn’t remember getting myself back in bed. Or putting on the usual oversized shirt and pair of shorts. The door to my room creaked open, and my head shot over in surprise. But it wasn’t a certain killer who fucked like a demon, just a girl who had some ‘splainin’ to do.

“Hey, last night—”

“No. Stop right there,” Emily ordered, coming into the room and closing the door behind her like she was afraid of us being overheard. “We need to get our alibis straight. But before that, I have a series of questions I need you to answer, chick.”

I was instantly worried I’d committed a crime by how quick she was to go into lawyer mode. “Oh, fuck, what did I do last night?”

Shaking her head, my friend of fifteen years tucked unbrushed hair behind her ear and settled her gorgeous blue gaze on me. “Ah-ah. You and I went straight home together after going to the club. But…um, should you have, say, killed five men in a street with no witnesses, then as your lawyer, no you didn’t.”

Killed five men? What…?

“Excuse me?”

Emily cracked a smile, giggling. “Oh, come on. You’re great in a fight, but there’s no way you could tear a bunch of men to pieces on your own. Even to the police, it’s unclear how it happened. They theorize that it’s probably gang related.”

Torn to pieces? Oh, fuck.

“No, my questions are less murder inspired and more delicious bad boy related. Who the fuck is that gorgeous specimen cooking breakfast for us, and does he have a brother or friend he can ask to come over so I can sit on their face?”

I was on my feet in an instant. I didn’t wait for Emily as I fled the room and turned the corner into our kitchen to find the man of my literal dreams standing in front of our stove, just as beautiful in the morning sun as he was in the shadows of night.

His eyes slid over to me, no longer the white I remembered but a pale blue instead. The dark hair I’d ran my fingers through was perfectly styled but not brushed back like the night before. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he was dressed in the same pants he’d worn to the club. You know, the ones that disappeared and became shadows. Tots normal. So, what the fuck was happening? How was he here? What did that mean about last night?

“Over-easy, right?” Thanatos—or whatever his real name was—asked like it was perfectly normal.

I barely swallowed before Emily crashed into me, nearly taking the two of us to the floor. “That’s a good guess! She’s sort of a hussy for some ooey-gooey eggs. I take mine scrambled.”

Was I really here talking about eggs with the man who’d apparently destroyed five other men with superhuman strength after they tried to gang rape me? And if what happened to those men happened, then…

“Fuck,” I cursed out of nowhere.

Thanatos didn’t bother to hide his grin. For some reason, I got the sense he rarely smiled at all, and I didn’t know how to feel about that. Worried? Honored? Aroused? All of the above?

I need therapy. I’m clearly attracted to walking red flags if I’m feeling honored and aroused that this terrifying killer finds me amusing.

He might not be wearing anything, but the raven wings inked onto his back reminded me that if last night happened, no matter how good in bed this gorgeous dude was, no matter how life-changing that sex was, he was still a stone-cold killer. Maybe even supernatural. Quite possibly a demon. That, or I hallucinated the entire night.

Oh please, oh please be drugs.

“Hope you don’t mind me using your kitchen. I figured you would be…starving after last night.”

Oh, so he told jokes now? A killer with jokes? What was this, some poorly scripted paranormal romance Netflix series? It’d better be drugs. It’d better be fucking drugs .

Emily lost her shit out of the corner of my eye, making all kinds of faces to express her envy. Usually, she was the one who brought home the bad boys who looked like they made people disappear for a living, not me. My tastes were blander by comparison. Think some nerdy tech company, glasses-wearing dude who was pressured into going to the club with his overly outgoing friends, and you’d have my type down to a T.

But all I could stand there thinking was how he hadn’t been a dream. The killer—my savior—was real. Last night happened. I was nearly gang raped. Five men were torn to pieces. Shadows moved and bound me to a bed. I had the best sex of my goddamn life. And now the man responsible for everything was in my kitchen making jokes about it.

Holy fuck.