Page 12 of Stalked By Pestilence

The ragged air in his reply was hot as fuck. I wasn’t the only one getting off on this. Songbird was made to be a sub. I might think he was an asshole, but a personal rule of mine was everyone had fun or the play ended. That included my prey.

Spurred on, I unhooked my bralette and let the straps slide from my shoulders. Sinking teeth into my bottom lip, I dragged it down, and his searing gaze tracked everything like the predator he was. I worked the ribbons loose and tossed the piece of lingerie aside.

His eyes snapped back to mine when I brought a few fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, and then his stomach collapsed as soon as I reached down to touch myself.

Another flash of fang and reptilian eyes should’ve stalled me, but instead my head fell back and a moan escaped in a breathless huff. The growl he let loose made my finger slip inside, and I breathed a shaky sigh, working my clit with the heel of my hand.

I pushed two more fingers inside to take the edge off. Or maybe to remind him no matter how cocky he got, I was still the one who decided how this night went.

My chest hitched, desire sluicing through my body like the rapid current of the ocean, taking me deeper, deeper, deeper, until I couldn’t catch my breath. All I could do was moan and chase a much-needed release.

At this rate, I might not last as long as I’d hoped. I wanted to savor it, but I’d been turned upside down by that brief kiss in the hall.

I thought about it between glances of his gorgeous face and body, driving my fingers into me, harder, deeper, faster and making the asshole watch the whole time. The kiss hadbeen so quick, but I still felt how good his mouth moved with mine and the teasing flick of his pierced tongue when I swept his mouth.

I didn’t mind kissing, but on principle, I never did it much. I didn’t want these assholes to get the wrong idea. But that brief kiss was about all I could think about since coming into my bedroom.

If I was going to ditch this life tomorrow, why not bend the rules a little? I’d already bent them by taking this singer home. One I still wasn’t convinced didn’t have a criminal record. What was the harm of a few extra kisses?

Bending over, I stole another kiss. His mouth didn’t hesitate to move with mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. I opened to him, and it was in the vibration of his chest and jump of his dick against my stomach that told me how much it’d gotten to him. After I tugged on his lip piercing, I pulled away.

I lifted my hand and licked my saturated palm and fingers. Something in Songbird had abruptly shifted. His jaw worked and his eyes shut, inhaling like he could smell how much I’d gotten off on it.

I took advantage of that momentary break. My whip cracked down on several spots, hitting harder with each one, and Songbird reacted exactly how I liked—groaning, grunting, hissing, his massive body seizing.

Heat blazed through my hips the more his skin reddened with my assault. I had to suck in a shaky breath when I reached twenty. His tongue passed over his bottom lip, those dangerous eyes wandering my curves with a hunger that had only gotten worse with every strike of my whip.

Setting it aside, I braced against his stomach, tactically positioning myself above his cock. Maneuvering my hand behind my back,I stroked him with a practiced touch, taking what I could of his significant girth into my hand.

The wild sound that left him made me greedy. “Fucking hell.”

I rolled my waist, using the hard mounds of his abs to get myself off. Between the two, I set a steady rhythm.

His piercings felt odd in my palm, but I’d be lying if I said I hated it. I didn’t. It was fun to feel them slide over my skin and hear the little hitches in his breath and hissing exhales when the piercings rubbed just right.

I’d never felt so damn powerful. Good thing tonight was the last time I’d see him or I might get addicted.

I slid my thumb across the tip, spreading pre-cum, and leaned closer. “I’ll let you make another request, Songbird. I’m feeling generous tonight. You’ve been such a good boy taking all those hits to your slutty cock and chest, so tell me what you want…”

His feral gaze sliced up to mine and that tantalizing smirk from earlier re-emerged. It made the desperate snatch between my legs clench around nothing. “I want out of these bloody cuffs so I can touch you,” he snarled.

A jolt shot down my spine. My pulse skittered and panicked in ways it never had, but I reached for the key on the bedside table and did what he wanted.

Ever regret a decision you made as you did it? Yeah, that was exactly how I felt when the cuffs unlocked and I was suddenly pinned under a beast of a man.

His hand went around my jaw, his hips settling between my open legs. He stared at me like he couldn’t believe I existed, and honestly, looking into those weird eyes made me feel the same.

“You’re a bloody tease, Viper,” he whispered, his wet lips brushing over mine. “But my guess is you already know that.”

I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and tugged. The rough groan he’d tried to unsuccessfully smother made my hips buck. “Just fuck me already, Songbird.”

Chapter Six

Emily

The ensnaring ripple of muscle shifting and swaying that came after Songbird locked my legs over his arms and drove his pierced cock into me made my body arch off the bed in bliss.

It’d been foreplay between us since the club hallway. Every sassy lash of my tongue, every cocky grin of his, they’d accumulated to this moment.