Page 29 of Stalked By Pestilence

I was a monster in a lot of ways, and that was one.

My sharp eyes shifted over to the window, catching one such bastard clawing at the glass. In this form, my senses were just as beastly. With ease, I lifted Emily and bounced the beauty on my hard length with every sure step toward the kitchen.

She tossed her head back and groaned my name, not the least bit put off by the locomotion. No, if anything she wasgetting off on it. Her fingers clawed at my back and her hips swiveled, stealing my breath more than once as I advanced on the place I’d take great pleasure out of fucking her on top of.

When I had her laid out, I had to stop admire what a dessert the pretty viper made. On top of the table like an offering, this seductress was on a mission to claim my soul. And if I wasn’t careful, she’d succeed.

Shimmery blonde hair poured over the sides, leaving those fierce two-colored eyes peering up at me unhindered. Her breasts were half hidden by the blouse she still wore—and that I’d torn with an eagerness I couldn’t smother—but what a bloody sight my Viper made.

Her skirt was bunched above her hips and she’d spread her legs wide enough to welcome me, giving my thirsty eyes plenty to look at. Nothing about her was shy or reserved.

Emily gave as much as she took.

“You look hungry, birdie,” she murmured.

“That’s because I am, love. And you’re dinner and dessert rolled into one, yeah?”

Her hand went up, but I captured it. Nipping her fingers, I pinned her wrist to the table and slid my other hand across her front. I let my fingers brush a line down the middle of her.

I didn’t miss the way she sensually pushed into my touch and the arc her slender figure took to chase the sensations my venom was no doubt eliciting. Everywhere I looked, her honey-colored skin was an elusive red. I’d bet it tasted just as ripe.

I dipped my head and traced subtle curves and dipping slopes with my lips and tongue. Her skin was obscenely soft and pliant. It melted under my tongue, and the urge to sink my fangs into everyplace I went and leave my mark all over her was overpowering. But I nibbled and sucked instead.

Best part was that the sultry vixen let me do it.

I hadn’t expected my venom to work on her, but I was beyond chuffed it had. I didn’t want to take my eyes off the heaven-sent goddess, but the presence of danger lurking nearby dragged my furious stare from her to the shadows encroaching on our fun.

Demons were climbing the stairs and lurking outside her door. Others were peeking through the window, desperate to have my bloody prize. All were bent on stealing her away to Hell.

My underlings could only pick off so many without my help, so I needed to be quick about worshipping her. And that only enraged the beast living inside me more. I’d planned on savoring her, and I’d be damned if these bastards got in the way.

My hips snapped forward, burying every inch of my ridged monster cock inside her wet heat. It’d grown three times its size, and she took every bit of it like she’d been made for it. The illicit squeeze of her made it impossible to do anything but whisper oaths to a woman I was meant to kill. A woman who I wanted to mark and dirty for longer than I’d be allowed.

“…I need to know I can trust you.”

My eyes pinched shut, cursing the clever mastermind behind the creation of this beauty—and how she’d proven to be the greatest challenge I’d faced yet.

I’d never swallowed so much anger as I did when those strong eyes of hers dulled, haunted by the ghosts of her past, to divulge secrets that shouldn’t have struck me the way they did. Shouldn’t have made me ready to move heaven and earth to hunt down the soon-to-be-dead twats who’d hurt her.

But it did.

She might’ve distracted me from their names, but I’d get them out of her. I wanted their heads on a bleeding pike, but only after I’d tortured and tormented them until all they could do was beg for a swift death. Only then would my insatiable appetite for their suffering be quenched.

Tightening my grip on her wrist and hip, I drew back and drove forward again. I sunk into her heat, and the muscles all over my enormous frame rippled in victory. No feeling compared to claiming Emily, and I couldn’t be sure any ever would.

I sucked in a breath and timed my forward lunges with deep exhales and my languid backward slides with sharp inhales. The lewd slap of my hips meeting her thighs was better every time I heard it. My new favorite thing was her raspy voice moaning and ordering commands. Only my name leaving that pretty mouth could compete.

“Shit, Z, right there,” my pretty little viper commanded, bringing my eyes straight back to hers.

The sensation that tore through me when this woman said my name was bloody wicked. It washed over me like the most illicit thing I could ever hear.

I slammed into her again and again, sparing only a few glances at the voyeuristic bastards who’d breathe their last after I made the gorgeous human come all over my cock.

My underlings were whispering warnings from all around the room, alerting me to the nearby danger and their inability to fend it off, but I carried on with an eagerness unbefitting a harbinger of the apocalypse.

I wanted nothing more than to reduce this terrifying human to a limp mess before killing the sex-crashing wankerscircling around her.

A hiss left my mouth when a spark of pain hit my chest. Emily’s smug grin met my surprised glance as she twisted my nipple, the other arm keeping a strong hold of the table, still my hand’s prisoner. My lips hitched up at the challenge in her eyes.