Page 62 of Nightshades

I have never wanted a woman the way I want her. When I was the enforcer for Shallow Sinners, the biker bunnies were easy when or if I ever wanted them. They knew the drill. I wanted nothing to do with them afterwards—not because I didn’t like or respect them—but because I didn’t have the emotional capability to give them more of whatever fucking life they wanted.

As for giving Lula what she wants emotionally, I know I’ll fall short there too. I was not created to love. Love complicates life, twisting the choices usually made into something better.

I don’tdobetter.

I want messy. I want death. I want blood on my hands.

Bad decisions are what fuel me. What kind of monster would I be if I did good deeds?

Her whimper when my tongue swipes close to her cunt pulls me from the path my thoughts were going down.

I will never be good for her, but I will always try to be. Everyone else though, can die by my hands. Their blood can rain from the clouds, and I will drown myself in every drop.

Her scent is too much for me as I continue to lick the wounds I’ve created. They slowly heal, from my blood, from my saliva; she will never need to worry about being hurt when I can heal her.

She impatiently grunts since she can’t speak, urging me for more. Lust drips down her thighs; the sweet treat smells too good to ignore. Gripping the inside of her legs, I yank them apart, ordering the roots to bind her ankles to the wall.

I want all access.

She gasps, her stomach rising and falling with every heavy breath. Her eyes are glazed with confusion, and her lashes are still wet from all her delicious tears.

Hopefully, she has more for me later.

Unable to stop myself, I lick up her inner thigh, gathering the liquid heat dripping from her cunt. A loud, rumbling growl vibrates my chest when the citrus perfume permeating from her blood is alive in her precome.

Groaning, I tilt my head back with my eyes closed, taking a moment to marvel at the delicacy of Lula.

“You taste so good, Little Dream. Sweet and bright like the sun upon my skin. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough.” Opening my eyes when she fades from my tongue.

Since I’m nearly the same height as her while I’m on my knees, looking at her is simple. Saliva drips from her lips, the ability to swallow hindered by the nightshade.

Opening my mouth, I catch the string of spit dangling from her bottom lip, needing to quench my thirst for every type of liquid she possesses. Stretching out my tongue, I catch the next droplet that falls, clutching her thighs with my claws.

She whimpers again, which causes me to tsk.

“Ah, ah, ah, so impatient. Let me discover you, Lulaaa,” I say in a hushed tone, the nightmare inside me clawing at my throat.

Lula whimpers again, doing her best to struggle against the roots. More flowers bloom across them, adding more poison to the air for her to inhale.

“Relax, Little Dream. I’m only the worst thing to ever happen to you.”

The wind blows through the window again, allowing her scent to wrap around me like a warm blanket. A purr trills in my chest when my thick, long tongue slips through her lips, rolling over her clit.

Her thighs tremble from the touch. I do it again and again, the worst of me expanding beyond my body, engulfing her in my shadow. It’s as if the moon slipped in front of the sun, casting us into darkness.

I feast, sucking her clit in between my fangs, loving that my poison keeps her still, yet she can feel every pleasurable thing I do to her. She has no control over herself. In time, I hope she learns to relinquish herself to me, and I’ll give her everything she’s ever yearned for.

“You are everything I desired, and nothing will keep me from having you.” I dive my tongue inside her, plunging it in and out.

Sucking each lip into my mouth, I groan, nibbling the sensitive flesh with my fangs. Breaking the roots holding her down, I lift her legs onto my shoulders, allowing me to bury my head between her legs, getting lost in her beautiful cunt.

Her taste is a peaceful river, flowing endlessly into my mouth and sliding down my throat the way water drips upon the skin. A primal hunger surges through me, a heat I can’t explain. Every nerve-ending is on fire for her, my beasts growling and clawing at my insides to claim her.

She will be claimed.

Whether she likes it or not.

By the time the sun rises, she will wear my mark on her neck for all to see.