Page 60 of Starve
“Oh, you could never kill me like that,” Cairo goads. “But then again, a weak, clawless little thing couldn’t kill me at all unless you find a flamethrower lying around.”
I’m not focused on his words. I’m too intent on the feeling of his unmarred skin, and my hand slips down to his shoulder to besure of what I hadn’t noticed in the woods. “Holy shit,” I breathe, gripping him tightly. “Cairo, you’re completely healed! That’s?—”
He shoves me down again, once more burying his fangs against my throat. “That should terrify you,” he tells me, frustration heady in his voice. “Don’t you get it, Fern? If I get too hurt, if Tyler almost kills me, all I have to do is eat you.” His mouth opens, and his fangs prick my skin. He’s like a snake that can unhinge its jaws, and I swear I feel his teeth on either side of my throat, ready to snap shut and tear out my jugular.
Cairo could do it. It would be soeasyfor him.
“If I keep you around, what’s stopping me from giving in, hmm? I’m amonster,Fern. But maybe I haven’t been clear enough about that. Maybe I’ve been too human for you.” Suddenly, he grabs my shirt and rips it, tearing the fabric until he can yank it off of me.
“Cairo!” I shriek, grabbing for it and missing. I’m not wearing a bra, since I’d just been at home, but when his hands go for my leggings, I grab his wrists. “Cairo,stop!I like these—” Instead of ripping them too, he quickly flips me over onto my hands and knees in the dark.
My heart beats more loudly while I can’t see him. Especially as his nails trace down my sides, pricking and tickling in equal measure until I’m squirming and gripping the carpet hard. On a whim, I kick out, but he’s fast enough that he just grabs my leg, yanking off my shoe before he does the same to the other. “So slow,” Cairo taunts. “Soweak,aren’t you? I could do anything I want. I could have you inallthe ways I want, little bird. All the ways I’ve been too afraid to show you.”
When I don’t answer, he takes it as curiosity. I hear his satisfied purr, and he presses himself against me, bare chest against my spine. “Come on, Fern. Do you really think fucking you in your bed while you gaze up at me with those sweet eyes of yours is enough for me? Now that you know what I am, can’t youtake a guess at some of the things I want? No?” he goads, and nips at my shoulder until I’m gasping, the skin stinging and raw.
“I want tofuck youuntil I’m satisfied I’ve ruined you, little bird. Until your body aches for me, and I’m sure that you’ll never be satisfied by anyone else. I’m going to mold this sweet pussy of yours to my cock, before I do the same with your mouth and your ass. You’remine.”He clicks his teeth near my face as he says it, and I wince.
“You had your chance to run away, to accept the version of me I was holding back and what I was giving you before.” I wonder if his excitement is what’s making him this talkative, or if it’s the bloodlust from his hunt.
So I ask.
“You’re very conversational. You aren’t usually…like this,” I admit, giving another halfhearted struggle as he trails claws down my body again. His claws are longer than usual, and the shadows are gone completely from under his eyes. Even his eyes seem darker, and the dark green iris has nearly swallowed the whites around them. Everything about him has shifted topredatory,and his words are accompanied by sounds that are more feral than usual.
“That’s because I’m usually hungry.” He chuckles. “So it takes a lot for me to think about anything else. But I’m not hungry now. You have all of my attention. All of myaffection.”His claws dig into my hips until I yelp, and my back arches under him. “No matter if you want it or not. I hope you like me as I am, Fern. Because you aren’t getting the other me back for a while. Not when you so willingly came out into my territory while I was hunting.”
He pins me by the back of my neck, and before I can do anything at all, Cairo uses his nails to rip through my leggings at the seams. I yelp in protest, but he doesn’t mind. Not when he’stoo busy tearing at them until the only fabric still on my body is a few shreds against my calves.
His tongue runs in a line up my spine, from my lower back all the way to the base of my neck. Cairo growls a little in my ear, and again opens his mouth wide enough that he can bite down on my shoulder, front and back. The feeling makes me shiver, but it’s not exactly from fear. And when he bites down with his teeth at the junction of my neck and shoulder, I’m not asking him to stop.
I hear his jeans sliding down his hips, and he suddenly slides two bloody fingers against my lower lip with a purr. “Come on, little bird,” Cairo goads when I jerk away from the gore he smeared on my mouth. “Get my fingers all nice and wet.”
“Cairo, the blood?—”
“Sorry.” But he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “He didn’t taste very good. Fine. I’ll do you a favor this once.” His fingers disappear, and I don’t know what he’s doing until they reappear, dripping wet with his saliva and once again his claws prick my lower lip.
“I want to feel your mouth around my fingers. Distract me, so I don’t just fuck your pretty cunt now until you’re screaming on my cock.” I shudder at the growled threat, and remind myself that it’s abadthing for him to just fuck me…even though I’m more than a little turned on and it probably wouldn’t be very hard for him.
There’s still the taste of copper on his skin when I let him press his fingers to my tongue. He thrusts them in and out, gripping my jaw with his thumb and ring finger to hold me in place while I taste his spit and traces of blood.
It should bedisgusting,but I’m too fucked up and too far gone to do more than whine around his fingers while he leans over me, pinning me to the floor.
Even though we’re inside, and it’s relatively warm, it doesn’t feel very human of us. Especially with how he purrs and huffs like a wild, uncontrolled thing at my back.
Finally, he pulls his fingers free and without another word, he slips three of them into me. It has me gasping, and my back arches at the surprise of having him spread them in my body instead of working up to them.
“There’s my little bird,”Cairo growls in my ear, his voice echoing and unnatural. Every few words he slips into it, sounding like different members of a choir, and sometimes no natural human tone at all. “Always so vocal for me.” His fingers move impatiently inside of me, and just as I start pushing back against him, he slides them free to grip my hip and snarl against the protest bubbling to my lips.
“Mine,”he purrs, lining himself up with me. “You aremine.”He slides back into me possessively, with one hand on my hip and the other on the floor beside my face. The muscles in his arm flex, his claws dig into the carpet, and I stare at them as my body tries to adjust to his size.
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, when he slams into me.“Fuck,Cairo—” But he cuts me off with a purring growl and a little hiss when he continues with his relentless, brutal pace.
“I’ve never found anyone like you before,” I hear him rambling breathily, though it’s hard to hear him over the sound of my panting breaths and the noises between us. He isn’t being gentle, and I don’t want him to. I don’tneedhim to be when this is perfect in its own way, making me hungry and needy for more.
“None of the others…No human…” He hisses out a breath, sinks into me, then jerks backward until I’m left empty.
A noise of discontent escapes my lips, but before I can ask why, I’m suddenly on my back on the thick rug, my vision spinning until it’s filled with justhimabove me.
“I want to see your face this time,” Cairo purrs, and sinks into me once more. “I want to see my little bird come apart on my cock.”
