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“What the fuck?” A sick, delicious thrill shoots straight through my blood, knowing that Vesper is the one touching me, the one pulling these breathless sounds from my chest instead of Gregory. Meanwhile, Gregory is turned on and has no idea why.
“Let’s enjoy this, little bird. This is the last time your ex will ever get hard for you.”
“Wha—what do you mean?” I ask, but I think I already know; I just want to hear him say it out loud.
Vesper chuckles. “I promised I’d protect you. So I’ll do it the best way the cryptid and I know how.”
“And how’s that?”
“By devouring his soul. By playing with him until his mind snaps, then feeding what’s left to my beast.” Vesper’s hand pumps my cock faster, his strokes matching the dark, sensual tone of his voice. He teases my body mercilessly, stroking me to the edge even as he casually details how he’ll murder the monster standing right in front of us.
His claws lightly graze the velvety underside of my cock. Another desperate noise falls from my lips.
Gregory stills. His hand rips away from his groin as if he’s been burned. “No, no, no!” He shakes his head in jerky movements, stumbling back. He blinks manically, eyes scanning the shadows once again.
“Look at the confused, frantic way he moves,” Vesper purrs into my ear. “The demon in me thrives on playing with the corrupt. I revel in watching his sanity unravel piece by piece, watching him stare into the dark and jump at shadows that aren’t there. Desperation poisons his blood.”
‘He doesn’t want your pathetic little feather boxes. He wants your desperation. He wants your blood.’
The Devil Dog howls in my mind, thrilled.
Is this why he hasn’t ripped Gregory apart yet? He isn’t just delaying the kill—he’s seasoning him for his hound. I almost laugh.
He’s breaking Gregory’s mind, letting terror rot his spirit until his soul is sick and corrupt enough for the hound to devour. And God help me, the sheer dark cruelty of it sends a filthy, thrilling heat straight to my cock.
He deserves it. Gregory Jones fucking deserves it. For every bruise, every violent, unwanted touch, every piece of me he tried to destroy. I don’t even know if the dark voice in my head is my own or the beast bleeding into my mind, but I cling to it with everything I have.
The dark thoughts pull my focus just long enough for Vesper to move. He strips off the thick wolf pelt in a fluid motion, draping it over the top of the iron gate with a wicked smirk. Before I can even register the shift, he closes the distance with terrifying, supernatural speed. He thrusts against me violently as I grip the gate. Now that the bulky pelt is gone, every contour of his hard body fits tightly against mine. Damn, what would it feel like to pull that thick cock out of his pants and let him push inside of me?
Vesper’s hand tightens over the curve of my throat, fingers bruising, stealing the breath right out of my chest and dragging me back to the present. His grip shifts to my chin, tilting my face up until I’m drowning in the crimson fire of his gaze. I gasp, my breath hitching as my body throbs against his hand. He’s intoxicatingly, terrifyingly beautiful. So dark and unearthly that the mere sight of him threatens to ruin me.
A ruthless, possessive hunger burns in his eyes. Every instinct in me expects him to snap, to throw me to the ground and take me right here while my past stands blind in the dark. But he doesn’t. Instead, the sharp, obsidian claw of his thumb scrapes over the flesh of my bottom lip.
He growls. “Can I kiss you?”
The words hit me like a physical blow. This terrifying monster who holds my life in his shadows, who has filled my veins with filthy, desperate lust, is standing here in the dark, asking for my consent.
I’m vaguely aware of Gregory standing just a few feet away, entirely transfixed by the swirling shadows, but my world has narrowed down to Vesper alone. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. I nod against the cold air, my voice a ragged plea. “Yes, Vesper. Kiss me, please.”
We don’t bother changing positions. He simply tilts his head down as I rise onto my toes, his fingers still wrapped securely around my cock.
Then his mouth meets mine.
It’s less like a kiss and more like a collision, shattering my reality into blinding, devastating focus. I might not fully know this terrifying demon yet, but I want to. I need to. Vesper might’ve thought I sealed my fate at the crossroads, but he’s wrong. My true fate was sealed this exact second our lips touched.
He tastes of rich, dark wine, and the kiss instantly turns feral with the promise of a predator trying to devour its prey. It’s possessive. Filthy. Consuming. The kiss grows ravenous, matching the sudden, brutal strokes of Vesper’s hand against my hard length.
He’s going to make me come right here, right now. With the heat of his tongue and the sensual teasing of his tail. With my ex standing mere feet away, utterly blind to the demon tearing me apart from the inside out.
The pleasure becomes too much, burning through my veins until I have to yank my head away, gasping frantically for air. Instantly, Vesper’s hand returns to my throat, giving it a dangerous, delicious squeeze.
“Vesper. I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come.”
Vesper groans. “Fuck, Bellamy. You’re perfect like this,” he purrs against my skin, his hand tightening on my throat, grounding me in the dark. “That’s it. Come for your captor.”
Despite his command, his movements slow. A broken cry tears from my throat. The fucker is still edging me. He moves with agonizing, calculated slowness, his thumb sweeping over my sensitive tip, driving me insane.
“Vesper. Fuck—please. Faster. I need it. Need more. Please,” I pant, my head rolling back against his hard shoulder, exposing the bare column of my neck. My knees tremble so violently I would collapse if his tail wasn’t wrapped around my waist.
