Page 4 of Tainted Wings of Failure

I repeat the same movement like a mantra. Sweat beads on my forehead, my hair clings to my skin, and my now damp shirt sticks to my body.

"Babe.” I stop mid-swing as Evelyn's soft voice calls out to me, breaking me out of my daze and I drop the axe to the ground. Gasping for air, my chest heaving, I turn to face the porch where she is standing at the top of the stairs in her white bathrobe, her hair wrapped up in a towel. The warm outdoor light illuminates her soft features from behind, hiding her face in the shadows. With slow movements, she descends the three steps and walks over to me with small strides to avoid losing her slippers.

To calm my raging heartbeat, I take a deep breath, focusing on the sensation of my lungs inflating and deflating. As soon as she reaches me, she cups my cheeks in her hands and forces me to look at her. My eyes meet hers, deep, brown and so comforting that they almost feel like a warm embrace. Her gaze is gentle and soothing, and I allow myself to get lost in it.

She runs her thumbs across my cheeks, scratching the short stubbles of my growing beard. "You need to shave," she says with a quiet chuckle.

"I know, I am going to do it in the morning."

A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She lets go of my face and wraps her arms around my stomach, stepping closer, pressing her body flush against mine. I drape my arms over her shoulders and rest my face against the damp towel on her head. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and inhale the scent of her cherry vanilla shampoo. As I focus on her smell and the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the frustration drains from my muscles and my heartbeat begins to slow.

"Babe," she says, breaking the quiet moment.

"Hm?"

"Why don't you and I go hunting tomorrow?" I pull away from her and furrow my eyebrows, while she rests her chin on my chest and looks up at me with a bright smile on her face, soft lines creasing in the corners of her eyes. "What do you think? It might help you feel less fidgety." She takes a single step back and I watch her every move as she removes her hands from my back and places them on my arms resting on her shoulders.

Sucking my lower lip between my teeth, I hesitate. It’s a great idea. It's been over a month since our last little hunt. Which turned out messier than either of us had anticipated due to a thunderstorm that caught us by surprise. She was pissed at me for a good week afterwards because she got sick. "That sounds perfect, but are you sure?"

She rolls her eyes at my question. "Of course, I wouldn't suggest it otherwise. I'm in the mood, too." Her smile turns mischievous. She grabs me by the neck of my shirt and pulls me down to crash her lips against mine in a fleeting kiss. "Promise me that you won't hold back."

"I will destroy you." A smirk spreads across my face.

"You'll have to catch me first."

"Nothing easier than that."

"I'm not going to make it easy for you."

"I fucking hope so." My grin grows as she flicks her tongue out of her mouth and licks over my lips.

"Show me what a big and vicious predator you are."

Without warning, I wrap my arms around her middle and lift her off the ground, eliciting a high-pitched squeak from her as I fling her over my shoulder. "Noah!" She slams her fists into my back, but I ignore her and carry her back up the porch. "What the hell are you doing?"

Back in the house, I kick the door shut and turn the key before dropping Eve onto our big sofa, towering over her. My eyes roam over her body. The towel holding her damp hair has come loose and lies on the pillows behind her, her fluffy rope completely disheveled, allowing me a teasing glimpse of her naked body hidden by the single layer of fabric. With every beat of my heart, blood pools between my legs and pumps into my cock, prompting it to harden. "You think I can wait until tomorrow when you flaunt yourself in front of me like a slutty little bird in mating season?" I raise my eyebrows.

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling at the soft flesh. "Was I naughty?" The question rolls off her tongue in a cocky voice as she spreads her legs to give me a perfect view of her beautiful pussy, already glistening as her sticky arousal seeps out and coats her folds.

"Very naughty." I step forward, resting one knee on the sofa between her legs. "Perhaps you need to be reminded of the consequences of parading yourself in front of me like a slut."

"You most definitely have to remind me." She flashes me a cheeky grin.

I grab the belt of her robe and pull it loose. The soft fabric slides off her shoulders, revealing her perfect, naked body. My eyes trace the contours of her curves, from her slender shoulders and perfectly shaped tits, down her flat stomach to her rounded hips, until they settle on her pussy. "How strong is your period when you walk around without anything in and risk leaving a trail of blood?" I ask in a hoarse voice as my focus remains on her cunt, watching every pulse of her muscles, waiting for a clot of blood to join her arousal.

"Strong enough for you to taste me," she says, her cheeks flushing with a soft shade of pink. That naughty little slut, she had planned it all along.

"Good." I drop to my knees in front of her, and without hesitation, bury my face between her legs. My tongue slips out of my mouth, flicks over her firm clit. Immediately, her hands fly to my head, clawing at my hair.

I close my eyes and savor the taste of her arousal as it spreads across my tongue. Sliding one of my hands between us, under my chin, two of my fingers slip effortlessly inside her. The muscles of her cunt contract in waves around my fingers, her clit pulsating against the tip of my tongue. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I form a seal and suck on the sensitive nub as I pump my fingers inside her.

Her mouth falls open in a series of high-pitched moans as she rocks her hips back and forth in response to my pursuit. When suddenly, a wave of metallic taste hits my tongue— unmistakably the flavor of blood. It's a raw, primal taste that sends shivers down my spine.

My eyes fly open and I look up at Eve. Her head is thrown back into the pillows, her back arched off the sofa as she continues rocking her hips back and forth. Pulling my fingers out of her, my mouth takes their place, driving my tongue in. I let the taste linger, savoring the way it tingles and spreads across my taste buds.

"Noah." She moans my name in a high-pitched voice as I devour her, curling my tongue inside her. One of my hands comes to rest on her pubic bone, my thumb finding her clit and flicking it before massaging the sensitive nub in circles.

Her legs begin to quiver around me, a clear indication of her impending orgasm. I continue my pursuit, not changing the rhythm or angle, and as expected, her legs clamp around my head, pinning me in place as she screams at the top of her lungs, her hips bucking as she rides the wave of pleasure.

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