Page 67 of The Fire Went Wild

I try to touch myself, but Jaxon slaps my hand away and pins it back against my victim, his other hand massaging my breasts with a slow, careful rhythm. All I can see is his mask. The twisted, dark metal. The antlers. The faintest flash of his eyes in the darkness.

“Stay,” he orders, and then he releases my hand and scoops up more blood, the crimson liquid dripping through his fingers. He dribbles it across my exposed neck and then over my lips and my cheeks. Then he combs his fingers through my hair, marking that with the blood, too.

I let out a loud, choking sob. It’s not fear or horror. It’sneed.

“Please,” I gasp, darting out my tongue to taste the salt of my victim’s blood again. “Please, fuck me, Jaxon.Please.”

“You beg so well.” He trails his fingers down the side of my neck.

I buck my hips upward like I can catch his cock with my pussy. He laughs and pins them down. Pins me down.

“Ask one more time.” His cockhead nudges against my clit, making me gasp and squirm.

“I need you inside me.” I stare at his mask. I sink into the gore beneath my back. “I’ll die if you don’t fuck me, Jaxon.”

There’s no denying the shudder that wracks through him. No denying the groan that escapes from behind the unfathomable mask. His fingers dig into my hips.

“We can’t have that,” he says.

And then he plunges inside me, one hard and painful thrust, and I scream with relief.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

JAXON

She’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I pin her down with my cock, grinding her into the man she killed, and hook my hands under her knees so I can hoist up her legs and slide even deeper inside her. She screams again, a sound that may as well be music but one that could be dangerous at this moment, even in this mostly abandoned neighborhood. I press my hand against her mouth.

“Shh,” I sigh, rolling my hips in slow, lazy thrusts. Her wet cunt clamps down around me, the heat of it lighting a fire deep in my chest. Above my blood-smeared glove, her eyes roll back, showing me her whites.

“Shhh,” I say again. “You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

She jerks her head against my hand, a quick sharp no, and I pull it away and focus on making her come. From the moment I saw her sink her blade into our victim’s shoulder, I’ve been imagining what her pussy would feel like when all that pleasure she built up finally explodes out of her.

“This got you wet, didn’t it?” Seeing her through the mask, I can sense the Hunter in her. It’s still hidden, though, burieddeep in some hidden crevice in her heart. But it’s there. Pulsing. On the verge of bursting.

Just like she is.

She whimpers her response and squeezes her eyes shut and grabs at her tits, pressing them together. They look so beautiful coated in blood. Shelooksbeautiful, like one of my sculptures except living and breathing and hot with fire.

I yank my cock out of her pussy, making her squawk in protest, and then I crawl up so I’m straddling her waist. I shove my cock, still dripping with her arousal, between the bloody mounds of her tits and groan. Eventhisfeels better with a living woman. Her tits are hot and sticky and I can feel her heart pounding against my cock.

“You said—” The words come out jagged. “You said—You’d fuck me?—”

“I am fucking you.” I look down at her scowling, blood-smeared face. My cock keeps stabbing at her throat, right next to her fluttering pulse.

“This isn’t what I asked for!”

I laugh. She’s right, though, and as good as her big, bouncing tits feel around my cock, her pussy feels even better. I crawl back and hunch over her as I line my cock up with her cunt, nuzzling her face with my mask. “Sorry,” I purr. “But your tits looked too goodnotto fuck.”

Then I shove myself inside her again, making her squeal instead of talking back. Even though I like it when she talks back. I like the reminder that she’s alive and that she’s willing to fight a little before she gives in.

Just like she’s giving in now, settling back on the corpse while I thrust in and out of her. My gods are here, too, roiling around inside me. My Guardian loves the blood, loved it when I baptized Charlotte in its name. And the Unnamed wants to fuck Charlotteinto oblivion. Although I’m not sure how much of that is the Unnamed and how much of it is me.

I’m also not sure if it’s the Unnamed or my Guardian or me who wants to kiss her as I slam into her cunt, her lips crimson from the blood. She groans, lips parting to give me a glimpse of the pink tongue that licked my cock clean, and I pull up my mask just enough that I can smash my mouth against hers. She makes a muffledmmphsound and wraps her thick legs around my hips, cunt fluttering as I plunge my tongue into her mouth. When I break the kiss, she gasps and falls back on the corpse. We never break our rhythm.

“Are you going to come for me?” I pull my mask back down and rise up to kneeling so I rub my thumb over clit.

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