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"Rory," he says between clenched teeth, his eyes partially shut.
"Everly. My sweet, precious Everly. My sweetheart." My thrusts are faster and harder, and his warm walls spread around me the more I open him up with my tail, the thicker part hitting his sweet spot on repeat.
Both of his hands grab me and he bends his body a little, shoving his face into my neck as he comes hard. His nails dig into my skin and before I can realize I'm doing the same, he cries out in pain from my claws cutting his hips.
Backing up against the wall, he stares at me in horror, watching as the water turns red around his feet. His hand is covered in blood after he touches the torn flesh. "What did you do?"
"I'm sorry, Everly. It was an accident." As he's shoving my tail away, the tip lights up, grazing his finger.
Groaning, he holds his hand to his chest.
"Let me see," I say, reaching for his arm. He slaps my hand away.
"Get out, please."
"Everly."
"You didn't mean it, I know. It's my fault for letting it happen. This wasn't a good idea. We're too different."
My chest caves. I wait for the ground to open up and swallow me whole again. It doesn't. Afraid what he'll say next might be what sends me back underground forever, I don't reach out for him again. I promised I'd never hurt him and did anyway.
Sliding back the curtain, I step out of the shower and head to my room. The one that will probably always separate me from him while we sleep. At least until my father gets his way again and I'm no longer here.
"Monster."The word rings loud in my ears.
I am. I am a monster. I can fight it all I want but it's who I was born to be. It's what Everly sees me as now.
Unless… he doesn't have to. Grabbing the ring my brother left me, I slide it on and look in the mirror. A normal man stares back at me. No tail. No claws. Someone I'm willing to be in order to be what he needs. What he really wants.
I didn't tell him it was me at the bookstore because I was scared he'd never want me to take the ring off. That he'd prefer me as a human. Him accepting me as I really am felt too good. Coming up here to meet Albert in another skin made me feel like an imposter, only half of myself. I'll be whatever I have to be if it means I get Everly. Even if he falls for me as someone else.
As long as he loves me.
Ten
Everly
My eyes burn and my head hurts this morning. I stayed up all night staring at the wall, wondering what Rorian was doing. Beating himself up some more? Sleeping? Trying to work the TV on his own again?
I ran from the beach because I knew if I kissed him, I wouldn't be able to stop. I'd keep doing it, and based on how good his lips felt against mine, one wouldn't be enough. Everything else about him has already become addicting. His touches. His warmth. His hugs. The fucking way he calls me sweetheart. It’s dangerous.
I told him to leave in the shower for a different reason entirely. My guard slipped at how good it sounded when he said my name. He looked at me and saw me. Not Albert or anyone else. Our days together have felt like years and all we had were each other. I lost sight of the bigger picture and gave in to all his advances. He was right about his hands feeling better than mine. His tail slipped inside me and I was fucking gone, ready to drop to my knees and give everything I am to him.
My side burns as I shift from my back. Glancing down, I touch one of the long, red, angry marks with my finger and wince.
He hurt me. His nails cut into my skin as I came and I only crashed harder, temporarily blacking out from a euphoric rush. Still not the reason I told him to go.
I liked it too much. The combination of pleasure and pain. It wasn't until he said he was sorry that I realized what was happening. I was too busy enjoying the high for my brain to connect the dots. Blood was dripping down my leg and pooling around my feet. My skin is ripped in several places. Long slashes. They weren't very deep but it still looks like I had a run in with Wolverine.
I ran because I liked it and the feeling scared me. Ican'twant that. Who does? Seeing his marks on my body has my heart soaring and arousal swirling inside me. What the hell? This isn't normal. Nothing about him is. But that's what I like. He’s a breath of fresh air because being with him is like taking a break from the rest of the world.
Getting out of bed, I walk to the bathroom, checking myself in the mirror and then searching for a first aid kit. The scratches really do look worse than they are. Sucking in a breath, I grit my teeth through the sting of alcohol pads. After I bandage myself up, I exit the room and see that Rorian's door is open.
Something inside me says to go toward it. To look for him. Ignoring the strong inner feeling, I walk to the kitchen and fix myself a bowl of cereal. Rorian is nowhere in the living room when I make my way to the couch. Turning on the TV, I sit on the recliner and watch a serial killer documentary. As much as I love Corn Flakes, they are in no way as good as Rorian's tacos or pancakes. He really is good at everything. Making me come is at the very top of the list.
"Rorian?" I call out when I hear a door close. Setting down my bowl on the side table, I glance toward the kitchen and no one's there.
Standing up, I put on my shoes and walk out through the back door, searching the beach for the black demon I've grown accustomed to spending my days with. He's nowhere to be found and when I walk towards the water, I don't see him swimming either. Where is he?
