Page 78 of Nightshades
And we can’t have that.
I leap into the air, my hands and feet thunderous against the ground like a stampede of wild animals. I jump onto a tree trunk, using it as leverage to launch myself through the air.
Landing on all fours, a sly snarl curls my lips.
I could use my enhanced speed to finally catch her, but where’s the fun in that?
Lowering my head, I smash into another tree, using my horns to rip it in half, and wood chips scatter on the ground. I use another log for support, slicing through the air and gainingso much ground. I stretch to reach her, and my claw drags across her shirt, ripping a large hole in the back.
Landing on one arm, I slide against the ground until I come to a stop, snow hitting my face.
“Oh, that is exactly what I want, Little Dream.” I wipe the snow from my face, watching her fade into the distance. “Make me work for it.”
Rolling my shoulders, I fall back onto my hands and feet, lowering my head, and run, grunting and snarling the closer I get to her. My horn tears into another tree, then another, bulldozing them down to clear my path.
Roots begin to spread across the ground the closer I get to her, wanting to bind her so she can’t move, but I want to be the one who holds her within my arms. I want the satisfaction of knowing that I caught her.
She looks back, realizing how close I am, and she whimpers, pushing herself to run harder.
But Lula can’t.
When I’m close enough, I jump into the air, my claws hooking on her shoulders, and I tackle her to the ground. Without a word, I rip her clothes off. Not that she’s truly wearing any, this is a dream after all.
Blood drips from the wound in her back, her blood practically begging me to drink as it rolls down the divot of her spine.
Becoming impatient, I tear her pants off, baring her to me. She trembles from the cold, the snow sticking to her skin.
Flattening my tongue at the base of her spine, I lick up to her shoulder, gathering the sweet liquid from the cut.
Flipping her onto her back, she looks up at me with those amber-hued eyes, her teeth clattering together from the cold.
Gripping her by her throat, I lift her, my cock inches away from her mouth. “Suck.”
“I ca-ca-can’t,” she shivers. “Too cold.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I said suck,” I growl with impatience, wanting to feel her mouth around me more than I need my next breath.
Opening her mouth, that familiar scent of her fear hardens me more. She stares down the two and a half foot length, eyes widening when she sees the mouth and sharp teeth around the base. The light is wrapped around me, waiting to place the bulb within her womb again.
Her mouth stretches wide to accommodate me, those big brown eyes watering. Lula’s tongue is cold, but it feels good against the heat of my cock. Teeth try to clink together from the tremors, the sharp pain adding to the delicious sensation of her mouth.
“Good girl,” I praise, watching my beautiful mate suck me down the best she can.
Lula hums, licking and sucking each of my piercings, which has me groaning. I like that—no—I fucking love that. She wraps her hand around my shaft, trying to stroke me in tandem every time she hollows her cheeks. She pinches the Prince Albert between her teeth, the rod clicking against her front teeth. Lula gives it a tug, gaining a loud grunt from me. Her tongue flattens along the ridges of the Jacob’s ladder, my eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
Using her free hand, she cups my large sack, one orb filling her palm. She massages, tugs, and twists before moving to the next.
“Fuck,” I growl in approval. “You’re too good at that. I’m going to need to find all the men who have felt your mouth and kill them.”
Her arousal soaks the air as she moans, the vibration traveling through the hard length. It causes me to stand on my tiptoes, tossing my head back from how good it feels.
She takes about six inches, the tip touching her throat, before she chokes and gags.
“Little Dream,” I tsk, clawing into her scalp again. “You can do better than that.” Thrusting my hips forward as hard as I can, punching through the back of her skull.
Blood and bones soak the shaft, dripping off my cock to stain the snow.
She whimpers, her scent of pleasure switching to fear. I don’t think I’ve ever smelled her so afraid.