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SOUL-SUCKER

AMBER

I ’m fucking exhausted, but it’s done. Every muscle in my body aches as I force myself to finish the trek back to the cabin.

I could collapse right here and nap for a week, I’m sure, but the promise of a hot bath keeps me going, forcing one foot in front of the other.

I didn’t come this far to give up now. There’s blood coating every inch of my skin, mud cemented beneath my finger nails, and my hair is so knotted I might as well give myself a buzz cut instead of attempting to detangle the mess.

I probably look like I crawled out of a grave myself.

Well, I guess I sort of did. I dug most of the damn thing, Cyrus can go back and finish filling it in. I’ve done enough.

Summer got me good with that right hook, just like I taught her. She split my lip open, putting up a good fight. I can still taste the tang of copper on my tongue.

The sound of the shovel dragging behind me, through the dirt and over the little rocks that pepper the area, must alert Cyrus to my arrival.

He comes flying out the back door, blazing a path right for me.

His body crashes into mine. Strong arms band around me, lifting, and twirling me in the air like some prince charming.

“You look absolutely breath-taking,” he says before planting his lips against mine.

He licks at my mouth, demanding my tongue come out to war with his.

His teeth nip at my fat lip causing the wound to reopen and blood to flow anew.

“You taste fucking divine,” he growls pulling my lip into his mouth and sucking my blood.

Pulling away, he takes a moment to check me over, ensuring there’s no other damage.

He looks so pretty with my blood smeared across his lips and that wild look in his eyes.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, running my fingers through his hair.

Cyrus leans into my touch, and it’s hard to believe in this moment that he’s a serial killer.

He looks more like a puppy that wants to curl up in my lap and get showered with unlimited affection.

“Can you do something for me?” I ask, lacing my voice with a near lethal amount of sweetness.

“Anything,” he replies. Oh, he’s got it bad.

“Could you go finish filling in Summer’s grave?”

“Seriously?” He levels me with those stormy grey eyes. Finally. I hated seeing him with green ones, but he insists on every way to hide his identity. Even something as small as colour contacts.

“Yes. She hit me,” I pout. “And I’m so tired from digging the hole. Could you pretty please go and finish burying her?”

“What’s in it for me?” Typical male, always needs to get something for himself before agreeing to do something inconvenient.

“You’ll avoid capture?” I jest, and he just gives me a ‘ yeah, right, you’re the one that killed Summer' look. “Fine,” I huff. “How about I tie you up, and edge you until you feel like you’re going to cry, then I suck your cock so good you swear your soul leaves your body?” I say it so nonchalantly that when his brain realizes what I said, his knees almost buckle as his eyes go wide, pupils dilating with lust.

“Well now I don’t want to leave,” he whines.

“You can stay if you eat my pussy and draw me a hot bubble bath, but then you still have to go bury Summer…and it’s getting dark.

The smell of her blood will attract animals you probably don’t want to deal with.

” I see him warring with himself. I can’t deny I love having him so obsessed with me, the urge to devour me battling with his need to protect me is panty dropping, but as he grabs the shovel I’ve been holding onto this whole time, I know which side has won.

“I’ll be back soon, little psycho.” He pecks me on the cheek then heads off in the direction I just came from.

Cyrus is so confident in his tracking skills, he doesn’t even ask me where I buried Summer.

He’s in for a real surprise when he realizes I only dug half of her grave.

If he doesn’t want the animals to dig her up, he’s going to have to do it properly.

Which means I’m going to have a nice chunk of alone time to soak my sore body.