Page 17 of Grotesque

I didn’t intend to leave Sorcha alone for as long as I had, but our night together had drained me more than I expected. I’d retained some of her energy through the blood I’d consumed, but it had not been enough to ground me in the mortal world.

I’d been irked that she had been gone most of the day, but when her car pulled up the long drive, my pulse fluttered with anticipation.

Something like relief washed over me – relief that she had returned at all.

Fear was a foreign feeling to me, but I pondered whether that is what I felt skittering in my blood as I worried that she had left Glamis Manor, me, and the glamour I had built behind.

There were a few hours of daylight left but I felt stronger than I had in a long while when she opened the front door and then slammed it, hard. I wanted to leap down to her, have my fill of her – but then I saw the sparkle in her eyes and the firm press of her lips.

What is this? I loomed over the banister to get a better look as she walked into the foyer, her breath coming up short and ragged. Was Sorcha crying?

I lapped at the air as she passed beneath me. Those were not tears of sadness.

Anger simmered in my belly. I was the only one that had the right to Sorcha’s anger, to the tears that welled behind her eyes but never fell. My claws dug into the wood-paneled walls of the house as I forced my way inside them, moving along the manor’s bones as I trailed her.

She didn’t even notice when I slunk up the stairs right on her tail. I cocked my head as she turned into her bedroom. Could she not feel a predator stalking her? I doubted she would notice me in this form, but I was still peeved she hadn’t even looked for me.

That wouldn’t do. Surely Sorcha had not forgotten me so easily.

I coiled myself around the banister and perched atop the railing, where I waited impatiently for night to fall. Each tick of the second hand was agony.

As the splash of wine hit the bottom of her wine glass for a fourth time, my jaw clenched.

At this rate, she would be passed out by the time I got my hands on her.

I flicked my gaze to the window where the sky had paled to a soft pink.

She took a large gulp before setting the glass on her bedside table, where it sloshed over the rim.

The sheets rustled as she sank lower into them, her eyes fluttering as she turned a page in her book.

Patience was a virtue, but I had no virtues. I’d likely have to return earlier in the night to my post, anyway, so I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I needed her. Needed to touch and kiss her and chase away whatever was bothering her.

The curse that bound me lashed like lightning across my skin as I pulled myself free from the house.

My claws ripped through wood and stone, one limb, and then another, and another, until finally I jerked free and fell into a heap on the floor.

I rose quickly, shaking off the dust in case she came out to investigate the heavy thump.

I paused indulgently and frowned when she did no such thing.

Sorcha’s head was tipped back on her pillow, her flushed face relaxed with the first signs of sleep. I leaned forward until my lips were just over her ear.

“Sorcha,” I said. “Wake up, my dove.”

A little moan came from her lips.

“That’s right,” I encouraged.

“Nmm…what,” she slurred.

“I’ve come to lick up your tears and eat your anger.” I kept my face next to hers and gently stroked the side of her cheek with my thumb. “Will you let me give you pleasure?”

The quickening pitter-patter of her heart was music to my ears.

I squeezed her bicep gently, trying to coax her back to the edge of awareness.

She was so soft. Her skin smooth like healing flesh.

I pressed my lips to her temple and let my fingers on her cheek drift down to stroke the hollow of her throat.

In that same moment I smelled the change in her scent. It had turned hot and sweet with need. I could not keep the smile, nor the feral beast within me at bay as I silently gloated. She wants me, craves my darkness. Well, let her have it.

“I’m tired,” she moaned. She tried to sit up, but her arm slipped out from under her.

“Hush,” I crooned. “It’s okay. You can sleep. Allow me to please you in your dreams.”

She turned to look at me, but I knew at this angle, being so close to her, that she couldn’t see me fully. I slipped my fingers farther down her chest until my claws were skimming across her nipple beneath the cotton fabric.

Her scent was getting stronger while her eyes were getting heavier. “Kay,” she mumbled and rubbed her face against mine.

That simple gesture, her skin brushing against mine, her lips grazing the corner of my mouth, made my cock stone hard. I caught her lips against mine and kissed her fully, but she was already dozing again, sleep had pulled her to him swiftly.

My stomach flipped with anticipation.

The marks I had left on her legs were already fading. I would need to leave more; deeper wounds that would take longer to heal.

“Just a little sting,” I whispered, gripping her below the knee as I carved a new crescent into her flesh.

She liked being marked. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have the tattoos inked into her permanently.

I made sure my second cut was deep enough that it would scar once healed, marking her as mine, lest she forget in the coming days.

I brushed my nose across her face again. Her breath coaxed me to return to her mouth – so soft and inviting – where I kissed her gently. I slid my tongue over the edge of her teeth. What I wouldn’t give for her to bite down on me.

Her lips were luscious. I found myself pushing my tongue deeper. The spice of the merlot coating her throat added another layer to her flavor. Her lips tightened around my retreating tongue.

Perhaps she wasn’t totally asleep after all.

It was better this way, though. I wanted to make her feel things only I could before she finally saw me. Before she laid eyes on the beast that would make her scream in pleasure, in fear, and then devour her later.

A little sigh escaped her, making my cock twitch. What sort of sounds would she make if I put that in her mouth?

Not yet. For that, I would wait for her to be fully conscious.

I turned her body, dragging her hips to the edge of the bed as I slid to my knees before her.

She was so soft, so malleable to my touch as I positioned her where I needed her.

The cotton panties glided off her hips with ease.

I folded them neatly beside her before easing my focus back to her center.

I’d had plenty of offerings before, plenty of sparrows to keep my hunger sated, but none were as perfect as Sorcha sprawled out before me like my own personal feast. I was going to dine on her like she was my last supper.

I leaned forward and pressed my nose against her slit.

She smelled of musk and faintly of her lavender body wash.

A purr of satisfaction rumbled through me when I leaned back, resting my cheek against her soft thigh.

She was a pretty pink between her legs, the folds unfurling like rose petals when I slipped my finger inside.

I took my time savoring how beautiful she looked parting for me before I reached down to free my cock.

I gave it a firm squeeze as I continued to explore her with just my finger, tracing the outline of her lips and then spreading her apart again to reveal that small channel I would soon be in.

I leaned forward and swiped my tongue between her folds.

Sweet as a dark cherry, her flavor came to life in my mouth.

The taste of her was carved into my very being.

I had not known the effect she would have on me the first time I tasted her, and it took every grain of my will to restrain myself from taking her this time around.

Forcing myself upon her wouldn’t be as pleasurable, not when I knew that deep down, she wanted me.

I withdrew my finger, replacing it with my lips and tongue, which switched between kissing and licking the outer part of her sex. I grabbed the outside of her thigh, pulling her legs wider as I forced my tongue inside her.

Her pussy flexed around my tongue, encouraging me to push it deeper.

Her heat was exquisite and her taste as delicious as the first time.

I worked my cock in time with my tongue, thrusting and pulling out, curling the forked tip over the ridges that lined the top of her cunt.

It wasn’t long before her wetness coated me, proof that even in sleep she loved what I was doing to her.

I knew she would. It pleased me that she trusted me enough to satisfy her while she slept. To chase away whatever had tormented her before she came home to me.

I slipped my free hand beneath her shirt to grip one of her breasts.

Her nipple standing erect beneath my palm only further confirmed that she was turned on.

I pinched it, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger.

A short intake of breath snapped my eyes up to her face.

Her eyelids were fluttering, brows knit together as I pinched her again, but it was when I thrust my tongue deeper that she let out a moan.

The sound sent a jolt straight to my cock.

I held it at the base, trying desperately not to come.

I twisted my hand, fisting the entirety of her breast and squeezing while pumping my tongue faster inside of her.

I buried it as deep as I could, until I hit a spot that made her hips buck.

Her breathing hitched, her body flaming red as I heard her heartbeat pounding for me.

My hand stroked my cock of its own accord, my body stiffening in time with hers as I felt her getting closer. There is nothing more satisfying than fucking someone to climax without the inhibitions of their mind restraining them. I ground my face into her when her thighs tightened around my head.

I rubbed my tongue against that spot again and in a breathy moan she came. I drank what I could, licking and sucking, but it was too much. Lightning crackled behind my eyes, and I surged up from the ground.

I rubbed the head of my cock over her now sopping pussy.

White-hot fire shot through me and then I was coming too.

Ropes and ropes of steaming cum splattered across her pussy.

I kept stroking my cock, making sure I drained every drop on her.

My hips jerked against my hand and the tip of my cock slid inside her slick warmth.

I threw my head back as her heat encased me.

“Fuck,” I hissed and pulled out. I hadn’t meant to do that. Not yet. I took a staggering step back before I did something I might regret.

Glistening cum dripped onto the sheets, staining them in pools of wetness beneath her thighs. I scooped up the excess and pushed it inside her pussy. I might not be able to fuck her yet, but there was no sense in letting good cum go to waste.

When I was sure she was good and full I slid her panties back on and repositioned her at the top of the bed.

The night was silent save for her soft whimpers and the erratic thumping of her pulse as sleep held her captive.

Knowing she was full of my cum made her even more beautiful.

Desire’s heat flared once more, tempting me to take her fully, or perhaps that pretty mouth of hers that parted as she relaxed and started to snore.

A wicked part of me hoped she wouldn’t remember this. I wanted fear to grip her when she woke full of cum, before it lost out against her desire. That dark, alluring desire that I could see, taste, and smell. Pulsing like a bleeding heart.