Page 35 of Grotesque

Corban yanked me to his side without warning.

The darkness that had been writhing in the corner erupted into pungent black smoke.

Cold suffocating shadows enveloped us. I gasped as the chill forced its way into my nostrils, down my throat.

I clawed at Corban’s chest as the world froze around us, encasing me to him like a vice.

As quickly as the shadows attacked, they disappeared. I heaved, sucking in air and stumbled back, my hand still firmly grasped to Corban to anchor myself. He kept his hands on my elbows, his fingers flexing.

I blinked and nearly stumbled again.

We were outside. We were beside my car, to be more precise.

“What?” I looked around. There were no stars out, no moon. The sky was lightless, heavy with gray clouds.

“We should leave before they think to come looking,” he said, rounding to the passenger side.

I could still feel his shadows crawling on my skin, prodding. “What did you do?”

“You’ve seen me meld into the shadows before.

I brought you with me this time.” He tapped the roof of the car with a long claw.

“Hurry up, Sorcha, before I change my mind. My will is strained, and I would love nothing more than to march back into that bar and finish what I started.” He slid my keys over the roof of the car.

I touched my purse absentmindedly. When had he stolen my keys? Did he think I would have left him?

A car passed by, and his eyes flashed bright as the headlights caught them.

I grabbed the keys before they fell to the ground.

With shaking hands, I shoved them into the lock and then into the ignition.

I was so numb to everything, to Corban teleporting us, to him nearly killing Quint, that I couldn’t feel anything.

I couldn’t feel the smooth curve of the steering wheel beneath my clenched palms or the stick of leather to the back of my legs.

I felt nothing until Corban reached over and slid his hand over the top of my thigh.

And then it all came crashing down like wild lightning, shocking my senses to life.

Corban’s magic was like fire in my blood. The heady thrum of it pounded the entire drive to Glamis.As his hand slid higher, my stomach coiled and my breath caught.

I looked over at him. His lashes brushed the top of his cheeks before he looked up at me, pulling his gaze from my lips, or heaving chest, I couldn’t tell which.

He slid that wicked forked tongue between his lips slowly, as if he was tasting me.

As if he could taste that despite the fear warring in me, that I was growing warm and wanting beneath his icy, yet burning touch.

I focused back on the road, but try as I might I couldn’t focus on it.

Corban had nearly killed someone for me, killed them because of me, and a twisted part of me liked it.

I liked how he had rushed in to save me.

I liked even more the way he was currently sprawled out in my passenger seat, his eyes locked on me like I was prey.

I didn’t want him to kill Quint, not then and not now, but fuck if it wasn’t hot knowing he could do it. Would do it if someone threatened me.

A bolt of magic shot out of his fingertips to my center, making my thighs clench.

I’d barely put the car in park before Corban unbuckled my seatbelt and was dragging me into his lap.

I grunted when my head hit the ceiling. Our mouths locked together while I fumbled for the lever on the seat and it tilted back with a jolt, giving me better access.

I ran my hands under his shirt, his broad muscles coiling and flexing beneath my shaking fingers.

One of his hands grasped the curve of my ass and the other wrapped around the side of my neck. “I can’t help myself,” he breathed. “I don’t want to hurt you, Sorcha, but I have to be inside of you.”

I kissed him so hard our teeth knocked together. My hands worked his belt apart. It should have been physically impossible to want him as badly as I did. Corban was a curse I could not break.

He slid his claws between my thighs, careful not to slice my skin, and cut through the fabric separating me from his vicious touch. I pulled his belt apart and then the button and fly of his trousers.

“What have you done to me?” I moaned as I struggled to pull him out of his pants.

Corban’s sharp teeth flashed in the darkness.

He pushed my hands out of the way and lifted his hips.

In another motion he pulled me down, sinking me onto the length of his cock in a single, agonizing motion.

“Claimed you,” he groaned. “You were always going to be mine and I will never let you go. Never let anyone else have you. Not even for a moment.”

He cupped the back of my neck as my head lolled back and I started rocking my hips against him. Glorious aching pleasure shot through me.

Fucking in a car isn’t the most elegant way to have sex, which worked perfectly for a pair like us, who fucked like animals.

He let me set the pace until I sat forward to catch my breath.

Then he grabbed hold of my ass, lifting me up slightly and then pumped his hips up to meet me.

Over and over again until I was gushing all over his nice black slacks.

“You’re so fucking beautiful coming undone. So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He rammed hard into me, accentuating each word.

I leaned forward, pressing my breasts into his face as I found purchase on the headrest and held on for dear life.

He pulled down the front of my dress so that my breasts popped free and then sank those delicious fangs into their soft flesh.

He bit me again, and again, until he found my nipple and sucked.

The windows were fogged. Our bodies were slick with sweat. The entire car smelled of sex. It was suffocating. Intoxicating.

He lifted his head at the same moment he pulled me down. He held me over his blood slicked face, his eyes glowing a terrifying red. “I’ll not let him or anyone else live that comes near you again.”

I clenched around his length – that I swear got even harder – as he said those words. How did such evil words unspool me?

The corner of his mouth tugged upward, flashing his fangs again.

“Does that turn you on, little dove? I can feel your pussy gripping me, begging me to cum inside of you.” He rubbed his face against mine, smearing the blood from my chest over my mouth and cheeks.

His breath fanned against my ear when he said, “I’ll kill for you, Sorcha. Tell me how that makes you feel.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t answer him, not when my body was so desperately trying to lie. Because I couldn’t want that. I didn’t want anyone to die. But every threatening word he said while inside of me wound me tighter, made my pussy grip his cock harder.

“Tell me that doesn’t get you sopping wet,” he hissed. “I can feel you dripping down my balls.”

Corban wrapped an arm around my waist and fucked me. Hard. Fast. He pounded into me viciously, all the while looking up at me with his mouth agape and his eyes alight. The glamour shifted and his skin greyed, his black horns spiraled out of his dark hair, jutting past the headrest.

I let out a guttural moan that brought a lethal smile to his mouth. I ran my hand over his sweat-slicked forehead and into his mess of black hair. I slammed my hips down as he brought his up. Heat flared inside my core, expanding to every cell of my body.

“You’ll never get me to admit that.” I ground my ass into his pelvis.

Challenge flashed in his eyes, and he snaked a hand around my throat. I don’t know what got into me, but I wasn’t going to let Corban win. Not this time.

I grabbed his chin with my other hand and pulled his mouth farther open. “Tongue out,” I said.

His eyes sparkled before he slid it out. I leaned over him as I gathered the spit on the middle of my tongue and slowly, so slowly let it drop out of my mouth into his. It had barely touched his tongue before he slammed our mouths together, forcing his forked appendage against the flat of mine.

“You’ll never win against me. Not tonight, not ever,” he growled. “But for spitting in my mouth I’ll give you something extra special. Are you ready, Sorcha? I’m going to make you cum so hard you’ll see stars.”

Corban grabbed me by the ass again and fucked me harder.

My grip slipped in his hair, and I latched onto one of his horns as he slammed into me at a rate that should have killed me.

My mouth opened and what started as wordless cry turned into a mangled scream of pleasure as all sense left me and there was only Corban.

His thick length forced me apart again, and again.

Wet squelching filled the silence between our breaths and moans.

The heat inside of me exploded, white hot and debilitating as he pushed farther than he should have been able.

And just like he promised, I saw stars, burning bright white lights that flooded my vision.

Corban chased me over the edge, slamming into me once more before a torrent of heat poured into me from his cock. I clutched at him, both of my hands now held fast to his horns as he jerked and spurted inside of me.

I knew he had corrupted me then. Because in that moment, as I looked down on him, with galaxies still in my eyes, I think I loved him.