My body’s weak from the force that just ripped through me, and yet, I’m primed and more than ready to go again. Ready to claim her. I remove my finger from her and replace it with my tongue. My shaft’s on fire, needy for her as her walls shiver around me.
“Dyletri . . . I need more . . . you . . . I need you.”
Letting my lips part, I breath heavily against her clit, and use my bottom lip to tease her as I speak. “Does this pussy belong to my cock only?” I send another surge of power through her, causing the walls to shake. “Does it?”
She yelps, fighting my hold. “Yes. All yours. Give it to me. I need it . . . God, just . . . I feel so empty. I need your cock.”
I rise up and snarl, lips pulled back. Crawling over her, I see my reflection in her too-wide pupils. Shocks of power thrum visibly through every vein on my body, and my eyes have gone completely black.
Any other human would have thought I look like a monster. Ismini, however, wraps her arms around me, spreads her legs, and demands more with every inch of her body.
A wave of need hits me, so acute that I almost fall over her. I catch myself with a hand on the stair next to her head, and the moment my skin makes contact with it, the energy coursing through the walls goes from transparent to fully visible.
Blue and white light explode out of me and merges with almost everything around us, until the damn place resembles a nightclub.
Ismini gasps and looks at me for an explanation, but I’ve never seen anything like this before, either.
Then again, I’ve never been in my temple while having sex.
Once I have my balance, I reach between us and grab my throbbing cock. Ismini’s eyes follow my hand. A tiny sound leaves her—a cross between a moan and something else I can’t quite define but something that makes me want to come again. My balls draw up tight, and it feels like one wrong move of my hand will have me exploding all over her.
The thought burns my synapses as I imagine my cum covering her.
Ismini cups my cheek, urging me down to kiss me. I growl into our kiss and refuse to close my eyes. Need my eyes on her as I press my cock where it’s meant to be.
Ending our kiss, I lean my forehead on hers and grit my teeth, fighting back the need to slam home.
She rotates her hips, pressing wet lips against my dick. I moan as a wave of her scent drifts up to me. “I’m ready.”
I dig my fingers into the marble beneath her. “Hold on. I—I don’t know how gentle I can be.”
The girl has the nerve to bite my jaw hard. “Fuck gentle. Just take me.”
I cry out, hips flexing so that the tip of my dick slides in just enough for me to get a taste.
Clarity disappears.
I let go of my dick and grab her hip. I think I manage to apologize once before I give into the monster inside me.
“It’s okay,” she says. “Do it. I can take it. Make me yours.”
Not even my soul is spared from the reaction her words unleash in me. Her pain ceases to matter. Desire burns me, and I surge forward, not stopping until I feel her hymen tear around me.
“Oh God!” She screams, her body bowing.
My cock’s only an inch in, and the way it looks is ridiculous, mind-boggling. She’s too tiny for me, and her pussy is stretched to the limit just to accommodate me.
How can that turn me on so much?
My heart literally stops before roaring to life with a vengeance.
The girl was born human, but the way she feels is otherworldly. Painful and perfect. Too good. Too tight. I throb inside her, savoring up every wet, trembling inch of her cunt until the need to move overpowers me.
I let go of the step and wrap my arms around her. She hugs me to her and the monster whispers to me once more, asking me to destroy her like she’s destroyed us.
I have to calm down, damn it. Not that she’s making it easy with her tight cunt sucking on my length. My dick jerks powerfully inside her, trying to push deeper than it already is.
“Dyletri,” Ismini whispers, exhaling a shuddering breath.
I kiss her cheek, my chest vibrating. “Tell me you’re okay. By the gods, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You’re so big,” she breathes, her voice awed.
Not. Helping.
I let out an agonized groan that might be another apology. One of her soft hands runs up the back of my head and slides lovingly into my hair.
Her hips undulate under me, dragging me deeper. “It doesn’t hurt that much. Oh God, no. You . . . you’re vibrating.”
Air crashes into my vocal cords, choking the ever living crap out of me. Every muscle coils. She moves and her pussy slides up my cock.
An unbelievable, delicious scent rises up and mixes with her own.
Something help me, she’s bleeding. “Fuuuccckkkk . . .”
“Dyletri!” She cries out, and a half-moan, half-gasp escapes her as I push in the rest of the way.
I’m gone. Ripped out of my body and thrown right back into the Illion. Raw ecstasy strips my senses, superimposing itself on every bit of my reasoning. With a feral groan, I slide out of her before slamming back in.
“Ungh!” Ismini cries out.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, thrusting into her harder than I should. She doesn’t seem to be in any pain, though.
She takes every stroke.
Every punishing thrust.
All of it.
I grab the back of her head and hold her still. The way she squeezes me almost makes me come undone.
“So wet. So fucking tight. Mmm . . . fuck. Take it, baby. Look at you. So sexy. Tell me. Tell me how I’m making you feel,” I command, pressing deep and rotating my hips.
Ismini clenches her eyes shut as my pelvis hits her clit repeatedly. She’s so hot like that, lost in her pleasure. “I . . . can’t . . . oh fuck . . . too . . . Dyletri . . . oh baby.”
Her quivering legs snap around me tight. Every inch of her roars with heat.
My body soaks it up, starving for everything that’s her.
Her body.
Her energy.
Her blood.
Her fucking soul.
It’s all going to be mine. After today, I can exist no other way.
“Tell me,” I say, using the hold on the back of her head to lift her up. I lean back on my legs and take Ismini with me.
She whimpers when she finds herself on my lap. Looking between us, I bit my lip, lower her back down and slide her back up, watching her body take every inch of me. Watching how wet she leaves me.
She left a streak of virgin blood on my cock.
I slam into her as my mind races with thoughts I’ve never had for a woman before.
Her feet slap against the floor behind me. She uses it to brace herself as she takes control and rides me.
White energy pushes its way out of me and slams violently into the walls.
“Amazing,” Ismini gasps, arms wrapped around my neck, and she runs her lips up my pounding artery. “You’re like a fucking . . . fuck . . . you really are like a live wire. I feel you. More, please. Baby, more.”
I grab on to her hips viciously. Sounds that border on pathetic leave me as I spear her. Hard, fast. I make my powers rise until the entire temple seems on the verge of coming down around us.
“Holy shit!”
Ismini’s body tightens and gushes wet. I look between us again and become fixated on the sight of my glistening cock being swallowed whole over and over again. The way her fluids coat me, her—
Fuck. Her blood.
My fangs extend so fast they pierce through my bottom lip. I flip over, landing on my back with Ismini on top once more.
Right back where we started.
I quickly force her to sit up so I won’t be so tempted to bite her.
“Ride me like this.” Playing with one of her nipples, I run the tip of my finger across it, and Ismini jerks on me.
If I thought the position would alleviate my need to bite into her, I was fuckin
g wrong. I now know exactly what my body’s demanding, what it wants.
And it’s her.
For the first time in my two million-year existence, I want to shove my soul at someone and have them shackle it. In return, I want to shackle her.
And I might not give her a choice in the matter.
I hear Ismini’s sharp intake of breath.
“No. Dyletri, no. I can’t—”
She sounds off. There’s an edge of panic behind her tone.
I freeze.
Ismini does too.
Her pussy and my cock throb together. Her trembling increases. She’s looking down at my mouth with wide, delirious eyes. “You—you’re bleeding.”
The hunger in her eyes is unmistakable.
Panic rises in me next.
No, she can’t be.
I fucking want her to be.
I shake with her, thrusting shallowly as I watch her lean down. She licks the single drop of blood that slid down the side of my chin.
A sonic wave of energy thunders all over the temple. She slides her tongue inside my mouth.
I jerk inside her, feeling her wetness slide down my cock and drip down onto my balls. Ismini moans languidly into my mouth, her tongue lapping at mine, her lips sucking.
She fucking bites me so she can get at more of my blood.
Her incisors are just as elongated as mine are.
I thrust wildly into her as she sucks my bottom lip. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come.”
Ismini hums, eyes closed as she drags her fang along my lip.
This can’t be happening.
There’s no way the girl knows what she’s doing. What it means.
She leans back, her back arching.
My world stops when I see it.
I fucking see it.
Can’t believe what the fuck’s before my eyes.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! What? Shit!” I roar, fisting her hair and baring my teeth as my body pistons in and out of her.
Ismini’s eyes shoot open in surprise at my roughness. At the way I speed up. It isn’t until she sees where I’m staring that she realizes.
I saw the mark on her neck. The curving, blue-and-silver design.
Horror mixes with the pleasure in her expression.
“Ho . . . how?” I ask, the question distorted due to the size of my incisors.
Ismini’s hands latch around my bulging biceps, the fear in her eyes clear. “Dyletri . . . I’m sorry . . . I . . .”
She knows.
She knows she belongs to me.
I have no idea how long she’s had it, or how long she’s known she’s mated to me, but the truth tears through me so hard, that my entire body rears. “You’re fucking mine. MINE.” I fuck her so fast my body becomes a blur.
I pull her hair, drag her head back, and sink my teeth into her neck right where my mark is.
Her blood explodes in my mouth at the same time an orgasm rips through her body. Her scream pierces the air. My own moan is muffled by the blood rushing down my throat.
Her blood sings inside me, coating every bit of my code. Changing it. Marking me.
Darkness beckons.
No. Not yet. She hasn’t bitten me yet. Hasn’t claimed me in return.
I fight to stay awake, to finish what was started.
I can’t.
The last thing I hear before my brain shuts down is her frantic apologies.
CHAPTER 23
– Earth. Astoria, Queens, NY. (USA)
ISMINI
A rollercoaster ride doesn’t have shit on this.
I’m a blur of particles moving faster than light. Even though I lack a physical form, I can see the swirling mass I dematerialized into. There’s no pain this time. The fabric of space rushes by me without incident. Lights zoom in the periphery like cars on a highway at night.
I struggle to focus, knowing I have to visualize where I want to go. When I’m sure I’m close enough, I slam the brakes on my ride and rematerialize.
I should have gone slower.
My numbness recedes as my body slams together on a rush. Dizziness assails me, the shock of solidifying slapping me in the face. My sneakers screech against the cement as I stumble. I’ve materialized in an alley.
The symptoms of the mating were lying in wait, anticipating the moment my body went solid so they could strike.
The roar of Dyletri’s blood springs up inside me, a burn that attacks my throat and stomach and demands more. The hunger brings back the memories, memories that have tormented me since the moment I left him in that temple.
The world spins.
The last of my strength leaves me.
I double over, stomach heaving.
Fucking hell. Why can’t my body understand? Why did it try to force him to be mine?
I stumble again and slip as another wave of nausea hits me. Detached from my body, I distantly watch the blood rush out of me.
Blood. Not bile, but blood. It stains the bricks. Floods the concrete beneath my feet.
Dyletri claimed me when he drank from me and now my body wants the same in kind. It wants its mate and is now turning against me.
You shouldn’t have left.
But I did. I had to. I can’t stand the idea of facing him; of facing his guilt over being with me, his guilt over Dimithinia.
What happened to him? For all I know, something’s wrong with him, too. He passed out, and while I’m no expert, I’m certain that isn’t normal.
I breathe slowly, clutching my stomach.
Is it over?
As soon as the question registers, the nausea resurfaces. My jaw unhinges against my will and I start retching again, the sounds vicious and frightening.
I’m spilling enough blood to rival a massacre.
Isn’t the capacity of a human being around five or six quarts? I’m a little human being, too, damn it. Where the hell is it all coming from? Did the powers Nylicia gave me somehow multiply my capacity?
I need to get out of here before someone stumbles upon me and sees this.
One step at a time, I start making my way to the end of the alley. My vision blurs, and I trip. Catching myself against the wall, I thank the gods that it’s nighttime outside, and that most of the alleys of the buildings around my apartment building interconnect.
Footsteps echo behind me.
No. Not him. Please.
“Ismini!”
Recognition affords me a tiny bit of relief.
Evesse.
“Stop! I had a hard enough time tracking your energy signatu—Oh my fucking god, Ismini!” Evesse reaches me, grabbing me and turning me around. “What the fuck? What is this? What’s wrong?”
I fall against the wall and slide to the ground, convulsing. “Eve, I . . . I . . .” I don’t get to finish.
Evesse’s worried eyes widen, and a scream is ripped from her mouth. She falls limply on her side next to me as pulses of what seems to be dark lightning dance all over her skin.
My spine almost snaps in two as what seems to be polluted electricity shoots through me. The miasma spreads, coating every inch, every atom as it slides further into my body.
“My, my . . . what have we here?”
Pure evil washes over me on a dark, painful breeze.
“Enteax! Get over here. We’ve found her. And I think we’ve hit the jackpot with this one.”
As soon as he speaks, a wave of energy lifts me up and slams me into the brick wall behind me.
Evesse is lifted off the ground and pinned to the wall next to me.
As one, we begin struggling. Our efforts are in vain. The more we struggle, the denser the energy becomes.
Another voice reaches my ears, just as raspy and odd sounding as the first. “Holy shit. Look at all this blood. What the . . . does this mean what I think it means?”
“I’m about to find out. Shit. I smell him in it. There’s no way she isn’t his. Throw up a Gnetica, Enteax. As hungry as I am, we don’t want the humans interrupting
this.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a tall, lanky, effeminate-looking thing walking towards us. It’s monstrous, and in a moment of shock, I realize it’s one of the things that were after me on the night Dyletri came for me.
It appears before me, a slow smile spreading across its beige face.
“Vomiting blood? You poor, pretty little thing. What has he done to you, huh?” He mocks me with his snakelike eyes and an ogre-toothed mouth. His breath rivals an upturned cemetery.
Its eyes focus on my neck, and its smile widens. “Tsk. Tsk. Did he really reject such a gorgeous gift? Maybe I can take what he was too stupid to appreciate, hmm?”
“Don’t fucking touch her!” Evesse yells, struggling.
It turns its head in Eve’s direction and bites its lip. “Oooh. A feisty one. I’d love to take a bite out of you, too.”
“Calm down, Lisrn. If you touch either of them, you’ll kill them.”
Lisrn glares in Enteax’s direction. “What do you mean? Okay, fine. I’ll leave Salicyar’s female alone. We need her for the sacrifice, but this one . . .”
“Belongs to the one now known as Zeniel. It’s faint, but I can sense it on her from all the way over here.”
Evesse’s gasp echoes mine.
The thought of Evesse being in the same situation I’m in breaks my heart.
The one with the light blue skin walks towards us with a lazy gait. He has a more masculine build than the other one, and his black hair sits in a short mohawk on top of his head. He stares at me with eyes the same color as his skin.
Jesus. He has no irises, no pupils, and his black teeth stand out sharply against his light blue skin as he leers at us.
“Hello, ladies. I’m Enteax. This is Lisrn.”
“What the fuck do you want with us?” Evesse’s tone shakes with fury.
A soft chuckle rumbles out of Enteax’s chest. “Brave, this one. Tell me, will your friend here be so brave when she has to face her death for the queen?”
Evesse cringes when he gets too close, but she doesn’t look away, not even as the realization of what he means dawns in her eyes.
Somehow, I already knew.
“You’re making sure I get sacrificed,” I say, staring right at him.
He meets my gaze with a smile. “Yes. Yes we are. Especially now that we know what you are to him. This is going to be the end of him.”
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