Pretty Faces (The Fallen Gods Book 6)

by K. A Knight

  “Amore,” he rumbles. “No teasing, ride my cock.”

  Tutting, I squeeze hard before shuffling down until my mouth hovers over his cock. “I’ll ride your cock when I want to. First, I want to finish what we started in the club. Tasting this huge dick,” I mumble before tracing the slit with my tongue, lapping up the pre-cum beaded there. He sucks in a breath, his abs rolling as he clenches. Chuckling, I lick down his cock and up and around, like he’s an ice cream cone. I finally suck the tip into my mouth and pull back. He tangles his fingers in my hair, yanking me to his cock. Meeting his gaze, I suck him all the way down, all the way into my throat. Even then, I don’t reach the base of him, so I wrap my hand there and squeeze as I pull up and suck back down, bobbing my head as he thrusts upwards. He tries to speed me up, but I resist, and that edge of pain as he pulls my hair has me wiggling as I drip, wanting to feel him inside of me again. But I’m in control this time, and I will fuck him when I’m good and ready and not a moment before.

  I bob faster and faster, taking him all the way down my throat and back up again, licking the tip and tasting that salty male essence that’s all him. I love it and ache for more, to taste it dripping from my mouth like droplets of blood. His black eyes watch me hungrily, obsessively.

  “Fuck, you are so goddamn perfect and beautiful.” He groans and thrusts into my mouth, forcing me to swallow him. “You should see those mismatched eyes staring at me, making me weak. That hot little mouth taking me… Fuck. You make me so powerless.”

  Humming, I pull back and decide he’s been good. I stop torturing him. I crawl up his body, digging my fingers into those slashes that are starting to heal and pressing my pussy to the head of his cock before dropping. I only get a few inches and have to twist and grind to get him in deeper. His grip tightens, cutting into my hips as he helps, lifting and yanking me back down, until I finally bottom out on his cock. I feel so fucking full and stretched, almost to the point of pain. I can’t sit still. I start to roll my hips before propping my hands on his chest, riding him.

  He watches me like he can’t bear to look away as he lets me use him. My head drops, and I lean back, placing my hands on his thighs, creating a long line with my body. Then I drag my bloodied fingers down my chest, playing with my nipples before sliding them down my belly and rubbing my clit. My cream drips down his cock and balls as I lift and drop. “Shit, amore.” He tries not to move, but he’s thrusting into me gently, so I pick up speed. I want hard and fast, to see him lose control and make his power slip.

  To see his true face.

  Digging my nails into his thighs, I feel them cut into his skin, and he cries out and thrusts up, jiggling me on his cock before, with a snarl, he flips us. Laughter escapes my lips, but it ends in a groan at the new angle, at how deep he’s hitting me as he lifts my hips and slams into me. Locking my legs around him, I scrape my claws along his back, cutting him to shreds. He doesn’t stop, in fact, it spurs him on.

  Praises leave his lips as I slice him, blood pouring down us both as he slams into me again and again while the sun starts to rise around us as we fuck. The windows fog, and the car moves with his powerful thrusts.

  “Yes!” I groan against his lips as I lift my head and slam my lips to his, devouring his mouth like the animals we are.

  I feel my animals pushing to the surface, wanting to change and be taken like this, but I shove them away. This is him and me, nothing more. They protest and swipe at my insides, and I groan in pain, making my pussy clench. He snarls and drives into me again and again. His hand snakes between us as I scratch and cut his back, and without warning, he spanks my clit repeatedly. Not teasing little taps, but huge, massive slaps. The pain sends me over the edge. I scream my release, cutting his back to shreds, and with one last thrust, his head falls back and a howl of pleasure flows from his lips as I feel his release splash inside of me.

  I can’t look away as his face flickers. I see black hair, black eyes, and stubble before it flickers to ginger and back again, only giving me glimpses of the man underneath the skin he wears, and then it stops, settling on that ginger man as his eyes open. He breathes heavily, his head tilted down as those black orbs lock on me.

  Both of us are hurt, panting, and exhausted. He falls onto me, and I wrap my arms around him as my eyes close. My nails turn back to normal as I feel his back stitching together under my fingers. A smile curves my lips. We have stuff to do. I shouldn’t let myself be this vulnerable or weak with him, yet I can’t help but fall asleep, wrapped up in him.

  What’s happening to me?

  KHALID

  I wake before my little amore does. She’s curled in my arms, looking serene and purring slightly. Her long lashes brush across her cheeks. Her head is on my chest, her arms are over mine, and our legs are tangled together. The sun is streaming in and highlighting her beautiful skin, giving her an otherworldly glow.

  For once, her guard is down. No worry or anger mar her features, and she’s not ready to pounce on anyone at a moment’s notice. This is what I imagine she would be like if the pack had kept her, if she had a normal life…but I can’t change the past, and the woman currently in my arms is perfect the way she is. For me at least. Her anger matches mine, and her lust and need for blood means she can handle me. Maybe this was how it was always supposed to be.

  She can endure me, go toe-to-toe with me, and when she does… Fuck. It makes me hard as hell. Her defiance, her brattiness mixed in with the badass bitch hunter. I love every single fucking inch of her. Last night was perfect. I feel like I have waited all my life to be with my mate. I told myself it wouldn’t possibly be as good as everyone makes it out to be. I was wrong. It was better. How could I ever go back to being alone now? To being without her? No wonder that after I saw her, I was unable to even look at another, never mind touch them.

  It’s her, and always has been her.

  My hunter.

  My prey.

  My amore.

  I can still feel the agony of her nails in my back and the bliss of her cunt around my dick. Still taste her sweetness and blood on my lips. How can one person be so incredibly perfect? She could survive everything I had to throw at her. She barely fucking blinked as she dared me to go harder. Do more. I can’t let her go, not now, not ever.

  Remi is mine. She can try to kill me or betray me, but she isn’t getting away. I tighten my arms, and she sighs and snuggles closer, making me smirk as I look down at her. Her eyes flash open, and in an instant, I’m on my back with a knife at my throat. I’m not even sure where she pulled it from. She’s still naked, so I reach out and tweak her nipple as she glares down at me. “Planning to use that?” I ask, nodding at the knife as I run my tongue across my teeth. “Please fucking do.”

  “What time is it?” she mutters, blinking as she watches me. Disappointingly, she swings off of me, and I grab her throat before she can get far. I dig my thumbs into the sides of her neck as I hold her still and press her to her back, sweeping her hair off her shoulder as I kiss along it and up to her ear.

  “Not so fast, amore,” I murmur. She shivers, even as I feel her gearing up for a fight. Chuckling, I kiss her cheek before turning her and pecking her lips. “Get dressed. It’s morning, and we need to go back to the city. I need to speak to some informants.”

  She nods mutely and pulls away from my touch, seeming almost sad. I watch her get dressed in some clothes she pulls from the trunk before I slip out of the car. I stretch in the fresh air, then turn to grab my clothes. I find her observing me with dark, hungry eyes, so I press my hands to the top of the door and lean in. “Like what you see, amore? Want a different wake-up call? Say, my tongue in your cunt?”

  Her eyes narrow, and she turns away. “We need to get to work,” she snaps almost coldly, making me laugh. That’s fine, she can try and push me away all she wants. She won’t get rid of me that easily. I grab my jeans, tug them on, and button them before putting on my boots and shirt. She climbs into the driver’s seat and is waiting
for me as I get into the passenger seat.

  “Back we go,” she mutters. “Hope you’re ready to kill some hunters.”

  “They may have forgotten about us.” I shrug.

  They have not.

  Three are waiting at the city limits. I don’t even get out of the car. I just sit back and watch with a smirk as my girl stalks towards them, killing them. Without a pause, she pulls her knives free, tosses the bodies to the side, and gets back into the car without a word, revving the engine.

  “I’m so fucking hard for you,” I growl, and she laughs as she speeds up.

  “Men,” she scoffs.

  I give her directions to the area we need to go to, and she parks in a multistorey and gets out, slipping more knives onto her person from the trunk before offering me some. I shake my head and lead her to the area where we can find the informants, but once we reach the street, I can tell something is wrong.

  It’s silent, way too fucking silent.

  What’s happening?

  We share a look, and she palms a knife, hiding the edge under her jacket. I move away a bit to give us room to fight if need be. Is this from the council? Have the hunters cleared the area, tracking and waiting for us…or is this something more? The atmosphere feels different, sparking with electricity and magic, and not the good kind.

  The dark kind my parents were filled with.

  “Something’s wrong,” she murmurs, and I nod my agreement.

  A scream splits the air, and we both turn and watch a teenage girl run past us with terror in her eyes. Her eyes lock on us, and she slides to a stop before us, panting. “What the fuck are you doing? Run!”

  “Run?” Remi repeats, looking at me and then back to the girl. “From what?”

  “The zombies!” she yells like we’re dumb, and then breaks into a sprint again, glancing behind her. We both blink dumbly and stare down the street where she came from.

  “Zombies… Have you met a zombie?” she asks.

  “No,” I mutter as we stand side by side, watching the street. “But could be a supe, or she could be confused. Let’s check it out.”

  Turning left, we follow the street the human ran down. Inside, I’m thinking it must be a prank, until we come upon the church at the end of the row of houses and both of us freeze.

  Open-mouthed and shocked.

  “What the fuck?” she whispers and looks at me. “Zombies, actual fucking zombies.”

  She’s right. The old church building is surrounded by snarling, lumbering humans. But these humans don’t smell right, they smell dead. Their eyes are empty, and there are faded black veins crawling up their arms and across their faces. Their lips are open in a grunting sound which, yes, I must admit does sound like what I imagined a zombie would sound like. There has to be at least twenty of them surrounding the building, banging on the door and scraping at the windows, trying to get in. Beyond that, I sense the rapid heartbeats of at least ten humans trapped inside.

  “I guess…we kill them?” she suggests, rubbing at her head. “I gotta admit, I’m at a loss here. What kills a zombie? Head shot? Smashing the brain?”

  I laugh, I can’t help it. “You’ve been watching too much TV and films, amore. In real life, they are controlled by magic. They either need to be cut from the source, or you need to destroy their link to it by destroying them with fire or severing the spinal cord, which acts as a conduit for the magic to infect the…brain,” I finish lamely as she grins at me.

  “Burn them or cut off their heads, got it.” She pockets her smaller knife, and as I watch, she pulls a sword the length of her arm from her back and winks at me. “Shall we, face changer?”

  She turns, sticks two fingers in her mouth, and whistles. The zombies look over with a grunt, all of those emotionless, lifeless eyes locking on us before they start to lumber in our direction—on their magic user’s command no doubt. “Come on, dead boys. Let’s party,” she calls and then rushes towards them, swinging her blade as she goes.

  I think I’m in love.

  What an awkward time to be hard.

  Rolling my shoulders, I jump into action, ready to help her dispatch them. We work side by side in the empty street, keeping our backs to each other but with enough room to manoeuvre as they surround us. Their once human hands are tipped with claws, and their mouths snarl and in some cases are coated with blood. But they are slow, unlike freshly raised and controlled zombies. I would imagine these have been left here to rot.

  Probably the slow or damaged kind.

  Remi easily hacks through their necks, and I watch her for a moment as one falls to the ground. With a yell, she slashes and stabs double handed with the sword, hacking at the neck until the head rolls to the side, and then she flicks her hair back and stands up, twirling her blade, blood coating the weapon and her face. She sees me watching and winks before spinning and impaling her blood-soaked weapon through the eye of one sneaking up on me while I was too busy gawking at my mate.

  I grab the closest arm of one nearby, rip it off, and toss it away before dragging him closer. I frame its snarling, grinding cheeks with my hands, its teeth snapping together to try and get me as I add pressure and twist. Ripping its head off, I watch the magic animating the corpse extinguish in its eyes before I throw it to the ground and move on to the next. We work effortlessly together until we’re standing in the midst of all the dead zombies. Panting, Remi twirls her blade, gets to her knees, and wipes it on one of their shirts as I watch with an arched eyebrow.

  “Well, I’m not wiping it on my own clothes, am I?” she scoffs as she sheathes it, and then without a glance at me, she walks to church and bangs on the door. “They are gone, it’s safe,” she calls and then steps back.

  Slowly, the door cracks open, and a head peeks out before it rips inward and all the humans stream out. Some say thank you, and others run as fast as they can. I don’t blame them, they don’t understand what’s happening. Remi heads back to me, and I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her closer as I rub some blood from her chin with my free hand. Our eyes lock, and she smirks.

  “I—Do you know if it’s safe?” a small, scared voice asks. We turn at the same time, and our eyes land on a young girl no older than sixteen as she fidgets. “We saw the news, that’s all.”

  “The news?” Remi repeats and shares a look with me.

  “Yeah.” The girl’s eyes widen as she looks at the bodies on the ground. “They are all over the city. We’re being told to stay inside, it’s insane. No one knows what’s happening.” She pulls out her phone, presses something, and turns the screen, letting us see video after video of zombies attacking humans before she locks it and swallows. “So, is it safe?”

  Remi frowns and nods. “Go home, we’ll make sure it is.”

  “Thank you,” the girl tells us, and then she turns before stilling and looking shyly back at us, mainly Remi. “You’re a badass, by the way.”

  Laughing, I drape my arm around Remi’s shoulders. “That she is, kid, that she is,” I say, and with a grin, the girl hurries off.

  Remi snorts, shrugs off my arm, and starts towards the car. “Looks like the council will have to wait,” she calls as I follow after her.

  “I know.” I scrub at my face. “I don’t understand how they aren’t here stopping this.”

  “Maybe they don’t know, or maybe they sent hunters and they’re dead.” She shrugs. “Either way, it doesn’t matter, we need to stop this.”

  She’s right, it seems like the rest of the city is in pandemonium.

  “Looks like we need to hunt down a necromancer,” I comment as I look at the bodies, “before the whole city is overrun and the world is changed forever.”

  She looks up at me and grins. “Time to hunt? We better gear up. I have just the place.”

  The excitement in her eyes has me groaning as my cock starts to harden, ready to see all of her weapons in action. “You need to sit on my face later,” I tell her as we head towards the car.

  “On
ly if you eat my cunt the way you killed those.” She jerks her head at the corpses, and I must look confused. “Fast, messy, and with a big ending.”

  I snort and almost fall over. She flicks her hair over her shoulder and shakes her ass as she saunters back to the car, knowing I’m watching.

  Fucking hell, I’m going to marry her.

  REMI

  I never thought I would be hunting zombies, but here I am. The city is in complete chaos. Police don’t know what to do and can’t stop the spread, and even as much as they try, their barricades are overrun. It seems it all began last night after we left, starting slowly at first, but in the light of day, the numbers of the zombies are astronomical. People are told to stay inside and not to leave their houses. Businesses and cars rest abandoned. The streets are swarming with the shuffling undead.

  That’s right, zombies.

  But there is someone behind this—a necromancer. I don’t know why they targeted this city in particular, maybe it wasn’t a plan at all and just random. Maybe their powers were uncontrollable, which they usually are from what I’ve read. Hunters like to know as much about supes as we can, and I have researched them a little, fascinated by their history and powers.

  And now it seems I’m going to meet one, because they have to be close to have this many undead roaming around…right? They have to resurrect humans. Supes would be stronger and have more of a brain. I know because I read a story of one who once tried to create a supe army, strong and able to think on their own, but having to answer to the magic user… Let’s just say the council shut that down. Hard. For one to have broken through now…the whole world could fall if we aren’t careful. For some reason, the picture I saw in the scroll comes to mind before I push it away.

  I take Khalid to my locker, hesitating outside because this is my safe space, but we don’t have much choice. After unlocking it, I let him in, and he stills when inside, looking around with a whistle. His ginger hair is bright under the LED lights. “Holy shit, amore, you weren’t kidding.” He runs his eyes across all the weapons before watching me as I strip and strap on every leather harness I have. We’re going to need as much firepower as we can get. “Right now, I’m seriously turned by on imagining you using every single thing in here on me.”