Page 55 of Cardinal House

And he won’t know what the fuck sort of monster is coming for him. Only that one is. And he can’t prepare for the unknown, not one like me.

She’s watching me, my blood thirsty little ghoul. I can feel her glacier-blue eyes burning my skin with every step that I take across the perfectly tarmacked road. It sets a fire in my belly, heat burning bright in my chest, like the sun’s rays scorching me from the inside out.

Rounding the front of the car, I open the passenger door, crouching low in the space, the open door my shield, I offer her up the head. I hold it up high, gripping the hair tight between my fingers.

“Little Moon,” I purr, the sound a horrifying mix of lust, love, and poison.

Luna’s blue eyes are white in the dark, wide and burning on mine. Tentatively, she reaches out, and I think she’s going for the head, but then her hand brushes past it. Blood catching on the back of her hand as she does, and then her fingers are touching me. Pinching my chin in violent fingers, she leans in. And then in a total contrast to the way she squeezes my jaw, she kisses the corner of my mouth. This light, feathery, airy, little kiss that sets my insides into full blaze, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I’m sure she can hear it.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, her breath ghosting over my mouth, dizzying me with the scent of sweet peas and clean cotton and a little hit of me, dark teakwood and lilies. “Thank you, Wolf.”

We’re back on the road in less than a minute, my bloodied hands tight on the leather of the wheel, a severed head rolling around in the floor well between my girl’s feet. And all I can think about is the way her thighs squeezed around my waist as my cock plunged into her. The way she tasted on my tongue, her wetness, blood, mixed with the scent of me.

My cock thickens even further and I’m certain it’s going to burst through my zipper, and the button is going to shatter the windscreen as it pops free. What I’m not expecting is Luna to reach across the gear stick between us and cup the angry bulge in my slacks.

“Wolf,” she says, that perfect, breathy, cracked, little whisper. “I want you now.”

The tyres skid to a stop on the side of the road, gravel kicking up and attacking the paint like tiny bullets. Luna’s already moving before the car’s even out of gear, her fingers ejecting the clip of her seatbelt and mine, and then she’s crawling into my lap. Fingers tearing at my blood drenched shirt, her nails scoring my skin, making me hiss as fire streaks down my flesh.

“Wolf,” she whimpers, clawing at the zipper of my slacks.

I tear the skirt of her little, black, summer dress up around her hips, stuffing the bunched, cotton fabric between her teeth, and thrust up into the hot, wet, heat of her dripping, little cunt. Silken walls strangle me, her wetness leaking out between us and coating my balls.

“Fuck, Luna,” I breathe, biting into her neck, squeezing her ribs in the clasp of my hands. “Fuck, Little Moon, you feel incredible.” I thrust up into her at the same time I drag her down hard onto my lap, then I’m guiding her back and forth, harder and faster. “That’s it, baby, so fucking wet for me.”

She whimpers around the fabric in her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin as she clenches her teeth around the black cotton. I lap my tongue in a hot, thick stripe up the front of her throat, before driving my teeth into her pulse point. She arches back as far as she can, thrusting her covered tits into my face. I bite her harder, feeling the hard points of her nipples through her dress rubbing against my chest. My tongue traces around the inside of my teeth, licking and sucking and tasting blood. Then I tear my teeth from her marked flesh, suck down to her bare shoulder, the skin tight and pink from the sun. I tear the front of her dress down with my teeth, baring her tits to me, no bra, no knickers.

“Fuck, Luna.”

Using my punishing hold on her waist, I yank her back and forth across my lap, her walls sucking me deeper by the second. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes half-lidded, teeth gritted in a snarl around the fabric of her dress, holding it inside her mouth because I fucking put it there.

I suck on her nipples, flicking my tongue across them as I slide her back and forth over my lap, my dick weeping, spilling pre-cum into her. I don’t think about it, fucking her raw, but only I have ever been inside her and it makes me feral.

I fist the fabric, yanking it from her teeth which give a clack, and I swallow the cry she yowls out, her teeth snapping tight on my tongue as I kiss her like I’m infecting her with me. Poisoning her with darkness and feeding it, letting it grow, tether our souls together. Tangle them so irrefutably that no one will ever be able to tell one of us apart without the other.

“Wolf,” she pants into my mouth, moving with me as I grind bruises into her thighs, leave fingerprint markings along the dips of her ribs.

I nip her lips, suck on her tongue, drop one of my hands down between us, and pinch her clit like I’m trying to imprint my fingerprints into the swollen flesh for the rest of our lives.

“Wolf!” Luna jumps in my hold, her pussy clamping down around me as I thrust up, our pelvises knocking together, and rub brutal little circles over her.

“That’s it, come for me, baby girl, show me how good you feel,” I growl against her lips, sinking my teeth into her lip as she groans.

Her entire body locking up, her fingernails drawing blood from my shoulders, she comes around my cock and I can’t bear not to watch her. I draw back, her head dropping back on her shoulders, eyes screwed tight, lips parted, she cries out, long and deep.

“Look at me, Little Moon.”

A command of the highest order.

Her ice-blue eyes snap open, wide and surprised on mine as I keep pressure on her clit, and thrust up into her harder as she tenses, her muscles pushing against me, trying to force me out, and I’m coming too.

Ropes of cum shoot into her, painting the entrance of her cervix with my release, and it just doesn’t stop, filling her and filling her. With frantic little twitches of her hips, she grinds down onto my lap and sinks her teeth into the side of my neck as I keep filling her up.

“Luna,” I breathe out in a harsh rush of air.

Slowly, detaching the blunt points of her teeth from my neck, my pulse pounding so hard I can feel it in my toes, she uncurls her fingers from my shoulders, and stares at me.

I lick my lips, tasting her skin, my eyes on her as I loosen my hold on her waist, move my hand up from between us to cradle her cheek.

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