Page 165 of Evil Hearts

Chapter Four

Beast

W ell, damn. I did actually eat her alive… and now she’s dead. Fuck. Lifting my wet and glistening, bloody, pretty to my heart, I cradle her small, soft, and limp body to my chest. “This is my domain, pretty prey,” I say, as I reach out with my mind into the darkness. “You will not be free of me until I will it. Come back.” I see her Light in the Eternal Dark and snatch at her, reeling her in by the silver tether of her soul, before slamming her back into her fragile mortal body.

My pretty prey draws in her first breath beyond the Gates of Death, and I feel her trembling against me. Is it with fear or shock? It could be either. “Welcome back,” I say, my embrace tender, or at least as gentle as I’m capable of being. “I told you I wouldn’t let you die.”

Sucking in great gasps of air, the soft, plump, and delicious female who I hope to claim as my mate pushes against my chest with shaking arms.

I bring her up to my eye level and inspect her, only to be met by her weary, but impassioned gaze.

“I did fucking die,” she accuses. “You literally killed me with pleasure.” She folds her arms over her chest, her cum still glistening down her legs.

A snort bursts out of me, the warm air ruffling the wispy strands of hair around her face. “I cannot regret that, pretty prey. In fact, it is the sort of thing one might gloat about in this realm… but all the same, I didn’t allow you to stay dead.”

My lovely girl rolls her eyes and smacks her palm to her face. “Fuck me.”

“I’m going to,” I promise with a dark and fang-filled grin. “But I was going to ask your name before I claim you as my mate.”

“Rosalie,” she mutters with a sigh. “It’s Rosalie Green. And do you have a name?”

“I am Beast,” I answer simply. “I am what I am. The Beast in the Dark.”

Rosalie wrinkles her nose, then her cheeks flare red. “Mate? You want to fuck me and what… keep me here in this place? How? Your cock must be…”

“If you run, I will give chase,” I warn her as I lower her to the ground within my den.

Rosalie huffs her acknowledgement, again folding her arms over her chest and taking several steps back, choosing however to remain within the circle of light cast by the fire.

I stand to my full height and my cock stands to attention, still hard from watching my mate-to-be cum all over my hand in a squirting torrent. My cock is as long as she is tall, and as thick as her whole body. It’s dark, midnight purple flesh glistens, a string of glowing precum oozing from my tip.

Rosalie scrambles back then, retreating into the shadows until she’s plastered herself to my cave wall. She shakes her head back and forth, her eyes almost bugging out of her head. “No, no, no,” she breathes. “That… there’s no way. It’s impossible. It’s as big as I am! You’ll split me open. And that’s if you can even get it in at all!” her voice breaking on a panicked shriek.

“Calm yourself, Rosalie,” I soothe, my gravelly voice rumbling through the cavern and into the mountain. “I am the master of this realm. I can do anything I desire.”

The flame-haired mortal swallows hard, her hands splayed against the smooth rockface. “What do you mean do anything ?” she stammers, her brows knitted as she appears unable to tear her eyes from my monstrously enormous cock. She views it like it’s a beast in its own right or a weapon—something that if given the chance, would destroy her and sunder her flesh to pulpy, bloody ribbons.

“I can alter my size and appearance on a whim, pretty prey. I, in fact, have no original form. I am mutable, ever changing. I am what I am, and that is whatever I will myself to be.”

Rosalie relaxes visibly, her expression becoming one of curiosity. She steps away from the wall and slowly, hesitantly closes the distance between us once more. “Show me,” she says.

I growl deep in my throat, buoyed by her interest. She has not yet rejected me, or denied the idea that we shall mate. “What would you like me to be? You need only think it, picture it in your mind.”

A slew of images flashes through her mind and I peer through them all, amused and intrigued. She envisions rugged mortal men with long flowing hair, muscular forms, and brooding gazes, before her mind wanders to creatures that seem more like they belong in my realm than hers. Monsters with tentacles, claws, fangs, tails, scales, gleaming skin, and acid blood. They flash by, one after the other, a menagerie of creatures born of nightmares in the carousel of her mind.

But in mere moments the desires of her mind become clear, and she settles upon a single image. I find myself feeling something for the first time, something I have only ever heard of in concept. I’ve never felt it, but I know it without question as it steals over me. As I see myself reflected back at me in her mind, just smaller, I am humbled . That she would—in her apparent madness—choose me and the form I have shown her, is not lost on me. Whatever I can be or could be, if we are to fuck… she desires me just as I am.

She wants the Beast in the Dark, the King of Monsters who took her life with pleasure and then brough her back again.

Rosalie’s lips quirk into a ridiculously shy smile, in spite of the epic and heinously sinful carnality we have shared, as she glances up at me through her dark lashes.

“As you wish, pretty prey,” I rumble, my heart beginning to thunder in my great chest as my cock stirs between my legs in anticipation of what’s to come.