Page 20 of Grotesque

“Are you a vampire?” I asked.He pulled his belt apart and I felt myself relaxing a little until he undid the button and fly of his trousers. “Belt is fine.” But he was already shoving his pants down his hips.

Fuck me.

His thighs were massive, thick and carved just like the rest of him.

I only noticed them briefly before I was drawn back to his center.

He wore dark grey briefs, through which I could see the outline of the biggest cock I had ever seen.

There was a wet spot at the top where precum had started to leak through.

“No,” he finally answered.

No? Oh. Then what the hell was he?

I couldn’t breathe. Shamefully I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick.

I’d only half heard his comment when he asked, “Do you want to taste my cock?”

My eyes snapped to his face. I couldn’t do his dare. But neither did I want to remove a piece of clothing. Fuck him.

I swallowed, refusing.

“Good,” he said. “I was hoping you’d refuse. Rub your pussy, Sorcha. Show me how wet I’ve made you.”

I was going to combust. The heat that scalded within my blood was either a magic spell he had cast over me or something scientific that would burn me from the inside out at any moment. I could feel my arousal seeping through my panties even before I moved my hand to brush them. I was soaking.

My chest was tight. The sane part of my mind was screaming at me not to continue, to find some way out of this, but the longer he looked at me, the farther away the voice sounded.

I stroked my clit through the thin veil of fabric, tracing small circles.

I slid my fingers down and back up, smearing my wetness.

Corban inhaled sharply. “Fuck.”

Fuck was right. His pupils were completely blown out now, his irises devoid of any color.

“What are you?”I whispered.

“Stone.”

I looked past him to where I knew the gargoyles sat coiled on the balcony. My heart slammed to a halt when I looked back at him. The grey skin. The inhuman beauty.

“Close,” he said with a crooked smile. “But not quite.”

He reached down and removed his socks. I tried to master my expression, to not reveal the disappointment that radiated from me that he hadn’t removed his shorts instead.

“Do you want to fuck me?” His question was so crass that I physically balked.

“No,” I spat.

Corban’s gaze narrowed. “No lies, Sorcha.”

“I’m not lying.”

His eyes dropped between my legs. “Even if I couldn’t see the physical evidence of your lie, I can smell your desire from here. So, I’ll ask again. If you refuse, I get to punish you.”

I clamped my mouth shut, staring daggers at him. There could be a number of things he would do to punish me, and by how greedy he looked, I didn’t think any of them would be good.

He laid his palms on either side of me on the bed. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Yep, there was the fire. Might as well tie me to a stake because I was going up in flames anyway. His cool proximity did nothing to dampen the sweat beading on the back of my neck.

It was wrong of me to want to fuck him, but that wasn’t what he wanted to know.

Right and wrong didn’t matter in this moment.

Disregarding that he was a stranger and a stalker; I did want to fuck him.

I wanted him to fuck me to be more precise.

I let my eyes slip down his powerful form and wondered what it would feel like to be beneath all that muscle.

“Yes,” I whispered. Except the word came out choked, barely audible.

Corban’s white teeth flashed in the moonlight, his fangs still drawn and vicious.

He was too close. I couldn’t relax, much less undress now that he was leering over me. The thrill of danger made my skin ache with need. I twisted my arms and pulled my shirt up over my head.

Cool air made my nipples tighten. A low groan melted from the back of his throat as he took me in. He reached out then stopped himself, his fingers curling into a fist and falling on the bed.

I knew I had been properly blessed in the boob department, but paired with my wider hips and thick stomach they were often overlooked. But the way Corban continued to look at me, his eyes roving every inch of my exposed skin, told me not only that he liked what he saw, but that he desired me.

“Do you want to touch them?”

The corner of his jaw ticked. His nostrils flared as he tore his gaze from my chest to my eyes.

I licked my lips, and the words came out before I could stop myself. “Touch them,” I said, taking his silence as refusal.

There was a shift across his face, a shimmer in his appearance I didn’t quite catch. It was moments later, when his hand cupped my breast that I registered it to be something feral.

Corban wasn’t a man. I couldn’t forget that, but when his other hand pressed to my breast, I forgot why that mattered. He took one of my nipples between his fingers and rolled it none too gently, tugging a hiss out of my lips. “I can’t wait to suck on these,” he said.

I tipped my head back when his grip hardened. It was as if he already knew everything I wanted and exactly how I liked it.

“Can I?” His thick lashes cast darker shadows across his eyes when he looked at me. At this angle, the moon’s radiance caught him just right, reflecting an eerie glow in his pupils. The glow all nocturnal hunters had in their eyes. The flashing reflection burned green-white.

I was frozen in his hypnotic stare. Even if I had wanted to speak, I couldn’t. Not when his touch turned soft, a gentle gesture that was at odds with the monster gazing back at me.

“I dare you to let me suck these beautiful tits,” he said, his thumbs rubbing over both nipples, “and you to watch me do it.”

I licked my lips and nodded.

Corban leaned in slowly, his eyes holding mine until his breath cooled the front of my chest, making my skin pebble. He continued to fondle one of my breasts while he held the other in a firm grip, placing his lips over the top of my nipple.

An electric current ran through me the moment his mouth touched my skin. His tongue swirled over the nub. He was gentle at first, moving between one breast then the other. Then he bit down and I swore I was going to come right then and there.

I fisted the sheets. The dark pools of his eyes threatened to drown me. I was tipping over the edge, slipping into the sweet bite of his teeth when he pulled back abruptly.

“Fuck me,” I gasped.

A ripple of energy ran through his shoulders. He flexed his fingers, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I panted, giving him the chance to answer but fuck I hoped he went for the dare instead.

A lazy smile touched his beautiful face when he realized it was still part of the game and not an invitation.

Corban moved away from the edge of the bed, giving me a full view of his incredible form.

I dragged my gaze over every inch of him, from his gorgeous head, down to his thick torso, his strong legs, and back to the cock that was straining to get to me.

He waited until I met his eyes before answering. Eyes that were mercilessly dark, devoid of their usual jade color. A flash of red reflected in his blown-out pupils.

“Yes, I am,” he said, and pushed down his shorts.