Page 124 of The Blood we Crave

“This is mine now, Scarlett.” I slide every inch back into her. “Only mine. Do you understand? This greedy, whiny cunt is mine to fill and fuck as I please, yeah?”

Her eyebrows furrow together, a hiss of pain on her mouth. My size spreads her open, molding her walls to accommodate my cock, mending her body so that she is made for me.

“Tell me you understand what you’ve done,” I groan, plunging into her again, harder. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and bite. “This body is mine. These perky nipples, those lips, all of you are mine. Nothing belongs to you anymore.”

My climax is close, a combination of how obscenely tight she feels and never having been this intimate before. I find myself thankful she came before this started.

“It’s—” The breath is knocked out of her as I push into her again, faster with more strength. “It’s always been yours.”

My mouth hovers over hers, breathing in her gasps of discomfort and swallowing them, using them to rock myself harder into her body, listening to her sloppy cunt take all of me.

I place my thumb against her clit, drawing slow circles to soothe the pain she must be feeling.

“I’m going to ruin you,” I demand. “Go on, look. Watch how pretty your virgin pussy bleeds for me.”

I lean back on my knees, continuing to shove myself in and out of her walls, watching her breasts bounce with every single hard thrust, the lewd, filthy sight of my cock slicked with her juices and remnants of blood.

Her lower half is stained with red, imprints of touches and drips of maroon. It’s the most painfully erotic sight I’ve ever beheld. Tiny gasps of pleasure release from her mouth as she watches. Every single time, her pussy draws me back inside.

I wrap both of my hands around her waist, jerking her into me, forcing her to take every depraved inch. I want her to drown in me. In my come, in my blood.

“Thatch.”

That’s the last piece. My name on her tongue sends me tumbling into an orgasm. I can feel my cock twitch inside her wet walls, marking her pussy with endless spurts of my hot come.

I keep pushing into her, rocking my hips, fucking my come into her so that not only her mind knows, but her soul is fully aware of who owns her.

My mouth drops to her forehead, still inside of her, as I press a cold kiss to her sweaty brow. “Death will have to wait for you. You’re mine now.”

“He can’t have either of us,” she mumbles, sated in my arms.

Lyra belongs to me. She is my sickening desire, filled with morbid, grim hope and everything I should have avoided. But she belongs to no one else in this life.

Her hand comes to my face, and I feel the cool pressure of the ring she never goes without against my heated skin. It’s sodomestic. I think I hate how natural it feels. How natural she always feels.

Like blood flowing through my veins, air cycling through my lungs, neurons firing in my brain.

If the Halo comes for me, like they promised, I’ll take it as a compliment.

But her?

If they figure out what she is to me. If they come for her?

I’ll paint the town red.

once upon a december

TWENTY-FOUR

lyra

The first snowfall of the season is late compared to years past.

But it came at the perfect time.

On the first morning of December, heavy snowflakes fall from the sky, gathering along sidewalks, covering trees, turning Ponderosa Springs into a winter wonderland.

“Woah, where are you headed so fast?”

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