Page 68 of Nightshades

“Lulaaa,” he hisses, the sinister shadow within him pulsing from his skin with every stream of come that fills me. “Can you feel it? My little parasite is swimming around in your womb, gobbling up my come and your eggs. Just wait until it latches on.”

The bulb’s brightness fades when his come encompasses it, extinguishing the light.

And when it does, there’s a pinch of pain before the most intense orgasm courses through my body, my muscles clenching around his girth, drinking in his come with every spasm.

A vicious primal snarl twists his mouth, his fangs flashing at me with a threat. Without warning, the anglerfish mouth around the base of his cock bites down on me. The top row of teeth sinks into my lower abdomen while the bottom jaw slices below the curve of my ass, locking us in place.

I cry out from the pain, the nightshade no longer able to camouflage numbness in my body.

Shade roars to the ceiling, his claws digging into my thighs, raking down the lengths of my legs, and tearing the flesh from the bone.

I heal due to his blood inside me.

“Mine.” He yanks me against him, closing the few inches of space we had between us. “All mine.”

He curls over me, trapping me within the makeshift cage his arms create around my head. I’ve never felt so small before, my body so insignificant and breakable compared to Shade.

And I love it.

“You are the undoing of darkness.” He kisses me, and this time I’m able to meet every movement, every turn, every slip of the tongue.

“Me? Why?” I break away from his lips, my vision tumbling into a blur when exhaustion grips me.

“Because my soul says so, even if it doesn’t understand it.”

We stay locked like this, my body forced to drink his come since his warmth has nowhere else to go.

I’m still not sure if he is a dream, one I haven’t decided if it’s good or bad. Unable to fight the demand of consciousness, my eyes fall shut.

I’m led into a darkness that is no longer my own.

I’m in a place I don’t recognize. If my mamita were here, she would call this place ‘Lo Desconocido.”

The Unknown.

It’s very cold in here. I can see my own breath with every exhale, a cloud leaving my mouth to drift to the sky. Reaching my hand out, I flip my hand over, the white flakes settling in my palm.

Snow.

When the snow melts, an electrified zap of pain embeds itself in my skin. I grip my wrist, crying out from the surprise of it. Another snowflake falls and screams echo in my mind, nothing exact, nothing I can remember experiencing myself.

My hand continues to tingle, the petrified screams reverberating in my mind can’t be forgotten. I feel the pain as if it is my own trauma. Looking around for any signs of life.

A room forms ahead, and a middle-aged man is standing over a woman, screaming at her, his greying brown hair falling into his face. I pause a decent distance away, not knowing if what I’m seeing is real or not.

He pushes her so hard, she falls to the ground between the bed and a rocking chair that is nestled in the corner.

I don’t know these people. I’ve never seen them before in my entire life. My Mamita taught me that everything happens for a reason. Whatever the explanation is as to why I’m here, I accept it.

“You fucking bitch! How dare you try to keep him from me!” the man yells, leaning down to point his finger in her face. “He is my son!”

She has tears staining her face, her mascara ruined from being so scared. The woman raises her hand to keep him at least an arm’s length away.

“He shouldn’t have been!” she yells. “He deserves better than you. He is better than you. I can’t believe such a wonderful boy is able to exist in a world that you sour with your existence!”

My brows raise, surprised she would stand her ground like that, given their positions.

He takes a swing of whatever clear liquid is in the bottle he has gripped by the neck.