Page 56 of Stalked By Pestilence
I devoured her mouth again, tugging the lace skirt of her dress up. I might hate the man who put her in this dress, but I was grateful I’d be the one taking it off her. I’d been salivating overthe prospect since she appeared in front of me, a deadly beauty in black lace.
After she slithered out of the fabric—first the skirt, then the tight chest-hugging top—I tossed them over the side and bent my head down to suck her nipple into my mouth and cup the large globe of her breast.
Her fingers slid into my hair and gripped, leading my tongue where she wanted it. I left a trail of kisses from one breast to the other, then in the valley in between, until I reached her neck. Her breath was coming faster in soft gasps and pants and her pulse thundered under my mouth.
My hands caressed her white skin, missing its golden glow but enamored with how much the color matched the bright side of the moon in this form. Everywhere my hands went, so did my lips, taking lazy paths over her body, rediscovering the curves and planes. I teased until she was dripping wet between her legs.
Even in this form, her body showed its arousal. Her skin had pinkened at my touch. Her musk perfumed the air. Her pulse flickered at the side of her neck. It was the memory of being human and once alive that her ghostly form kept, but one I appreciated.
Emily had an arm above her, sucking in gasping breaths and eyes heavily lidded. “Everything feels a hundred times better. Is that supposed to happen?”
My lips snagged up. “Bothering you, is it?”
“That’s not a word I’d use, Songbird.”
I nearly groaned at the pet name. I’d missed it.
As if the name had torn it out of me, I was hovering over her lips, whispering the words that echoed in my heart and soul, “I love you, Ems. I’m a bloody mess, and I don’t deserve you, but you gave me something to exist for. Words won’t ever be enough,but they’re a start, yeah? I’m sorry I was the reason that Asha was hurt. I’m sorry I was bloody blind and didn’t know right away you were it. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. Because you’re stuck with me, pet. You’re the reason I don’t want the world to end.”
Her hesitation softened after seeing the sincerity in my eyes. “You barely know me,” she whispered back, a vulnerability twisting her expression in a way I’d never witnessed before.
“When you’ve lived as long as I have, you don’t question when something feels right, love. And this feels right. You feel right. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you, and every day has just strengthened that conviction.”
Her eyes dropped to my mouth, watching every word leave it. “And you’re mine,” she murmured softly.
My hand took the shape of her face. “I’m yours.”
Her touch mirrored mine and she reached between us, undoing the zip and button of my trousers. Taking me at the base, she notched my cock against her opening. A hiss escaped me, taken off guard by her grip.
“Then fuck what’s yours, Z.”
I didn’t need more instruction than that. I buried myself inside her with one hard thrust. Her body bowed off the bed, and I sunk my fangs into her neck, hoping to claim her in this form the same way I had the other. A surprised gasp fled her throat as I continued to lunge into her wet heat, drawing one leg up and slapping my hips into her harder with every thrust.
“Oh, fuck!” she breathed.
I didn’t pause. Everything inside me was desperate for it. A primal calling urged me to put my venom in her. And I did. With another bite, I sunk my fangs into her neck again. Her sharp inhalesaid she’d felt it as my venom flowed into her, marking, claiming, owning.
She clung to my shoulders and her walls squeezed around me so hard I had to lock my hips to keep from coming. But it didn’t work. Sensation exploded and my release was so powerful, I had to whip my head back and growl.
Emily let loose nothing but curses for several seconds, struggling and pressing against me. I laughed a little and looked down, but then stilled. Her body was covered in scales. Her eyes beamed an iridescent multi-colored glow. Beautiful fangs gleamed in candlelight as she tried to breathe through the aftermath of our joint orgasm.
Eyes wide, I brushed her skin and marveled at the textured feel of scales that matched mine. Hers were much more golden and brought color back to her otherwise pale body. It was absolutely mesmerizing.
She blinked and peered down. “What the—” She lifted an arm and opened her eyes in wonder. “I have fucking scales now?! When did that happen?”
It didn’t take long to figure it out. She’d transformed like Asha. She’d become mine in the same way those two had. I was tempted to get a hold of Thanatos to confirm her soul wasn’t weak anymore. Something told me it wasn’t. Power radiated off her like it did when I was overcome by emotion. But I couldn’t be buggered to reach out to that sod.
I pressed my mouth to hers and slowly withdrew my hips, only to surge forward again. Her shocked gasp filled my mouth as I swept my tongue out and teased the spots that always made her moan my name. She’d get greedy for it soon.
But I should’ve known better. Without seeing it happen, I was on my back with her on top. I’d nearly forgotten that my Viper didn’t like to stay pinned for long.
She pressed a hand on my chest, her lush mouth curved in a seductive half-smile. “Who said you could do that, birdie?”
My cheeky grin earned me a pinch to the nipple. I bit my lower lip and stared at her through narrow eyes. “Apologies, ma’am.”
The way she lit up at the title was worth every bit of my pain and suffering. Emily was at her best dominating and dishing out punishment, and I wouldn’t be the wanker who took it from her. Not in her human life, and not in this one.
Her hips worked the length of my cock until it was seated fully inside her. My eyes caught on the mark circling her neck like a choker, glowing. It was the mark of Pestilence. The same one around my arm. Another sign she’d become one in the same with me.