Monika sits up like I’ve shocked her—I didn’t this time—and bites her bottom lip. Then her chest inflates on a breath that makes her whole body tremble. She lifts her hands to her shoulders and slips the straps of her dress down until her tits fall free. My monstrous fucking heart damn near stops beating.
Her tits are fucking glorious. Perfect and smooth, fucking deliciously dotted with fat areolas so dark they appear almost black in this low lighting. Her nipples are at attention. Perky and made for suckling. I want to bite one until it bleeds, which won’t be hard because I’m distantly aware that all my teeth have suddenly sharpened. My mouth is full of fangs.
Lifting her hips slightly, she hikes up her skirt and shows me what I suspected was true all along—that she went to a public party without any underwear on—and I decide that what I told Cynthia was true: I’m going to punish Monika thoroughly tonight. And it’s going to hurt.
I crawl forward, positioning myself between her knees. I tear the rest of my jacket, vest, and shirt off until I sit back on my haunches wearing only a pair of shredded tuxedo pants. Then I lay my clawed hands on her legs. My claws, made of white glitter, extend halfway up her thick fucking thighs. So fucking delicious. I feel a certain calm settle over me as I lean in and smell the fresh scent of her slippery cunt. I can see how wet she is, her arousal slicking the exposed folds of her lips.
I look up at her face.
She’s so fucking excited. It makes my slowly stiffening erection rock hard. My cock strains against the tattered remains of my pants, so I free it and let my huge, pulsing fucking monster dick stand upright between us.
“Holy shit,” she whispers.
“You scared? Because you should be, baby girl. This is your fucking fault. You understand that?Youdid this to me. And you’re going to pay for it. You’re going to do whatever you have to to make it up to me.”
“Ssi-bal.” Her whole body trembles.
“Tell me you understand,” I say as I drop my blue lips to the inside of her right thigh and press a gentle kiss to the softest skin I’ve felt in this life, and in my life that came before. I remember all of it now, and I hate that I can understand the Wyvern a little bit better. Because that life feels as distant as the Tratharine planet, and so minuscule compared to this moment, right here, right now.
“I understand.”
“Tell me that you’ll do whatever I want you to.”
“Anything,” she says on a gasp.
“Tell me that you’ll let me do whatever I want to you.”
“Oh God, yes.”
“And when you scream, you’re not gonna call me by the little bitch name that I’ve been for the COE. You’re gonna call me by the name the first humans who eversawme gave me.” Myhostfamily. They hated me. And I hated them right back. “Darius.” All I can think, looking up into her bright face, filled with crazed excitement and a dash of fear, is thatI’m pissed the fuck off, this is her fucking fault, and I want to spread her out, ripe and ready for punishment, and do terrible, terrible things. “I’ll give you a safe word, but you’re not gonna tap out. No matter how far I take it.”
She nods, and then she whispers two words that forever seal her fate: “Yes, Darius ...”
I dive in and feast.
Chapter Twelve
Monika
Thirty minutes earlier
I grimaced through my photo shoot. Never comfortable to begin with on this side of the camera, the photo shoot seems to last an eternity, even if it’s only actually a few minutes.
On top of that, it was hard not to take Taranis’s dismissal personally. I mean, he can’t know about my long and annoying history with Cynthia. We went to middle and high school together in Berlin, and because we were the only two Korean girls in our year, and given our mothers’ close ties, we ended up in a sort of forced friendship. Needless to say, she’s not the girl I would have chosen for my BFF, nor would she have chosen me for hers. To start, we didn’t have the same interests or the same values. To end with, I slept with her boyfriend our sophomore year.
To this day, she hasn’t gotten over it.
I’d like to say she’s being petty, but stealing my date at her mom’s party might just be equal payback. Fucking clever bitch. And I just ... walked away. I should have stayed. I should have fought her for him. But I couldn’t avoid this photo shoot, and I couldn’t stand up to Taranis’s dismissal.
I couldn’t fully understand the look on his face. It was ... creepy. And the fact that I am almost certain he’d been about to kiss me doesn’t help. I was so flustered that I just left. But that’s not who I am. I should have stayed and dealt with Cynthia’s rude comments on the spot. I should have told her to back the fuck up, and if she didn’t, I should have clawed her eyes out. He’smine.
At least, he’s mine for the night.
The second the photo shoot is over, I book it back to the Tunnel of Lights, worried I’ve been away too long—what if she’s doing her thing and successfully swooping in? What if he’s buying it? I mean, she is the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in real life. It’d be tough for a guy not to waver, and Taranis doesn’t have any morals. He’s a narcissist at best, and at worst, a narcissistic villain and murderer.
I stand at the front entrance to the tunnel as a beautifully dressed couple heads inside in front of me. I compliment theirhanboksin Korean and watch the surprise light in their eyes. Without a hard stare at my face, it’s rare that folks suspect I speak Korean with a near-native accent.
I’m about to head in after them when it occurs to me that if I want to spy on Taranis and Cynthia, I should actually head around to thebackentrance by the bathrooms since they’re standing closer to that end. Yeah. I want to spy on them. To torture myself? Maybe. I guess.
