Page 63 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness
“Did that really just happen?” I gasped, tears forming as I remembered the stench of death. Too much death. “Did they kill a bunch of innocentkidsto lure us out of hiding?”
Kylo’s forehead touched mine.
Through the shadows, we shared our emotions and repressed urges. Disgust, rage, sadness and love burned through us. In the end, Kylo and I landed on the same thing: a thirst for retribution and justice that was maddening, all-encompassing. A drive that couldn’t be properly released, at least not yet.
His fingers pressed into my airways, and my mind grew calmer the less I could breathe.
We stayed like this, my gasps for air transforming into tiny, high-pitched moans until our pent-up urges reached anundeniable peak. If we couldn’t yet slaughter the born, thensomethinghad to give.
Kylo’s gaze was a brand, a mark of his ownership over every inch of my skin and the depths of my soul beneath. His next inhale was shaky.
“I need your blood inside me and my tongue buried in your sweet little pussy,” he said. “Now.”
“I need violence,” I whispered. “I need pain.”
Kylo grinned, but it was humorless and cruel. “As you wish, angel.”
Kylo practically draggedme into his bedroom—ourbedroom—with a firm grip on my hair and another on my hip.
“Is this fucked-up of us?” I panted.
“We’re self-aware, so it’s fine.”
“Hmm.” I nodded. “Okay. That sounds right.”
We all had different coping mechanisms, I guessed.
Kylo chuckled dryly, but in the same beat he manhandled me to the floor. His lips brushed across my forehead. “Kneel.” He rose to his feet.
My cheeks flushed. And yet, I moved to kneel before him.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Stay.”
“I am not apet.” My pussy throbbed as Kylo lorded over me.
Kylo made a mocking pout. “Aw, aren’t you though?”
He turned his back to me and rummaged through a drawer in one of the dressers.
I glimpsed a delicate pink strap of leather and lace.
“That better not have a fucking bell on it,” I grumbled.
Kylo laughed. “I thought about it. I truly did. But I settled on a pretty pink bow.” His smile was sadistic, taunting. “For now.”
I eyed the collar, my previous shame transforming into a form that was safe. I enjoyed when I was underKylo’smicroscope, when he was my judge, my executioner, my higher power. It was some holy alchemy, this ability to relish the degradation and objectification from my lover that had traumatized me as a child.
Because Kylo wasn’t examining me for purity or obedience. He was watching for my pleasure, my enjoyment, my sense of safety and trust and love.
Eye-level with his imposing, frighteningly large cock, my mouth watered.
He didn’t move to collar me. As I kneeled, he towered above, slowly inching closer until the bulge of his black pants met my face.
“Worship your God, angel.”
He gripped my hair and pulled me forward, rubbing my face against his cock. The fabric between our skin was frustrating, a tease.
My mind melted as I obeyed, tentatively kissing his pants. I felt where his cock began with my mouth, the swell of his balls, and I kissed along his shaft until I reached the tip.
