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Zane brought his head down and ripped the side of my panties apart with his teeth. Louder growls were heard as he pulled the cloth away and tossed it aside, laying me bare, the cool air kissing my skin. My breath began to shake, my eyes flickering over the faces around me. I was already overthinking how I looked, how I sounded, how I smelled —
But all that was entirely forgotten when Zane’s mouth closed over me.
His forked tongue licked over my clit, caressing around it, teasing and flicking the bud until every touch sent waves of overwhelming stimulation through my every nerve ending. He used his piercings to his advantage too, massaging the smooth, rounded head of the barbells over my clit. Every touch of the warm metal made me gasp, and then my abdomen began to tighten, and I eagerly arched my back.
“Feels so good,” I whimpered, my words trembling. “Please...fuck, please…”
“Mm, I love it when you beg,” he murmured right up against me, the vibration of his words making me shudder. He gripped my thighs tighter, claws digging into me as he pressed his tongue inside. I swore he could elongate his tongue at will — it was pressing deep, caressing my inner walls, a sensation altogether unique from his fingers or his cock. He could manipulate that tongue in ways I’d never even imagined, the forked sides working independently of each other to stimulate me until I was shaking, my cries completely unhinged.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I couldn’t make myself worry about appearances or shame or pride. I was drunk on pleasure, terrified yet longing for the very thing that frightened me: the anticipation of that needle through my tongue. I wanted it so badly that not even fear, not even pain, could keep me from it.
Dread and longing intertwined in my mind’s darkest places, fear becoming lust. The pain was part of the pleasure — the inevitable moment of destruction was inseparable from my desire.
Zane and I bled with each other, and for each other. Flesh and blood were the promises we couldn’t put into words — they were the emotions language couldn’t fully encompass.
My body was tightening, I could barely draw a steady breath. The music, the eyes of those watching, the crackling energy in the charged air around us — all that faded into the deep recesses of my mind. I was riding the edge of an orgasm, dragged carefully along its precipice, not allowed to fall but not pulled away from it either.
Zane’s mouth parted from me and I groaned, left shaking and twitching, vision blurred with overstimulation. He pulled me back, held me tight against his chest, and growled in my ear, “Open your mouth, love.”
I did as he said. He stood up, leaving me there on my knees, watching me as I remained in position for him. The eyes of the crowd and their eager smiles didn’t matter as he stood in front of me, smiling at me with the metal clamps in his hand. He squatted down in front of me, and said softly, “Are you ready, love?”
I nodded, my mouth still open. My clit was pulsating, my body eager for more. Zane clamped my tongue, positioning it carefully, taking his time to make sure the piercing would sit comfortably. I was so giddy, so nervous, that I felt like laughing. I could barely hold myself still.
Zane held up the needle, the metal flashing in the blacklights. It appeared terrifyingly thick up close, and Zane clicked his tongue softly, demanding my attention back on his face.
“Don’t be afraid, love,” he said softly. “You’re safe with me.”
I almost closed my eyes, but I forced myself to keep them open. I watched his face instead of the needle. He moved with perfectly calm, careful control as he lowered the needle down.
Perhaps it was the pleasure still flooding my body, perhaps it was the adrenaline. But I felt the pressure of the needle going in and only the briefest pinch of pain. The demons around us howled, they cheered and yelled their enthusiasm. But I could only see Zane. There was a slight tug as he fit the jewelry in my tongue, secured it, and set the clamps aside. Then he held my face, cradling it, smiling at me as the headrush eased, and I smiled in weak, stunned ecstasy.
“How do you feel, love?” I just nodded and smiled, because it felt too strange to talk with the metal in my tongue. He kissed my forehead, and his grip moved from my face to my throat. “You did so well. You were so fucking brave.”
He pulled me forward, and he laid back. I straddled his head, and he gripped my hips, holding me against his face. I could taste blood, and my tongue ached with the strange new metal. But those sensations were shoved aside as his ravenous mouth consumed me. Ecstasy spread through my veins like a drug, every stroke of his tongue bringing me higher.
He groaned against me, looking up at me from between my legs as he eagerly sucked my clit. The orgasm crashed over me so hard I cried out, my voice shaking with the force of it. My thighs squeezed around his head, and yet,he just kept going. Even as my orgasm gripped me so tight I could barely draw in a breath, he kept sucking and licking at me for more, holding me in place, not satisfied until he’d taken every possible second of mind-shattering bliss. Not until he’d made my shaking voice scream his name.
I was too drained, too overwhelmed to remember much after that. I remembered saying a few goodbyes, Hana and Sadie embracing me. But mostly, I remembered Zane carrying me, because my body was at its limit, and every step I took nearly tripped me over my own feet. I remember him sitting with me in the Jeep, holding me on his lap with my head resting on his shoulder.
I felt safe. God, after so long, I’d found home.
43
“I didn’t crush half that old bastard’s body to be discredited like that. Fucking hell.”
I closed out the news site on my phone, chuckling at Zane’s disgust. It had been a few days since the Halloween party, and the local paper had finally blasted its headline:
“HEAD OF LOCAL HISTORICAL SOCIETY DEAD IN AN APPARENT SUICIDE.”
It was the first and only public mention I’d seen of Kent’s fate, and I had no doubt the remaining Hadleighs had made every effort to ensure that was the case.
“This is better for us,” I said. “The last thing we need is for everyone in Abelaum to be on edge because they think a murderer is on the loose. The Hadleighs have never liked the police snooping around. I guarantee you they paid someone off to make Kent’s death look exactly how they want it to.”
Zane snorted. “I was looking forward to all the chaos. Terrified humans scurrying inside the moment the sun begins to set, locking their doors, trusting no one. It’sfun.”
“Abelaum is already close enough to that anyway,” I said. “Everyone knows this place has monsters, they just don’t have names for them. And now, one of those monsters is finally dead.”
“I wonder if the family knows we did it.” Zane leaned against the counter, naked except for a tight pair of black briefs. “I didn’t notice any cameras around the house.”
