Page 8 of Trick Me, Treat Me
“Oh fuck!” I gasped, eyes squeezing shut.
“Don’t look away,” he commanded, his voice sharp and rough. “Eyes on me.”
I forced them open, staring down at the beast crouched between my thighs, his fangs glistening, his eyes glowing, his mouth worshipping me like I was both his prey and his queen.
My chest rose fast, my pulse raced, and all I could think, over and over, was what the fuck is this? And why did it feel so good that I didn’t want it to stop? I should’ve screamed. I should’ve fought, kicked, scratched, something. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t let me.
His arms were steel around my thighs, locking me open. His glowing eyes pinned me down harder than his grip ever could. And then there was his mouth teasing, slurping, kissing faster and deeper until every nerve in my body was begging.
“What the fuck are you?” I whispered, voice trembling, chest rising fast.
He lifted his head just enough to smirk up at me, fangs glistening against gold. “I’m Hallow, baby. The one who’s gonna make you feel better than you ever have in your entire life.”
Before I could even breathe, he spread me wider and his tongue slid across my ass crack. Slow. Firm. My head slammed back against the couch, a cry ripping out of me without my permission.
“Ohhh my God!”
“That’s it,” he growled against me, tongue flicking again, deliberate and cruel with how good it felt. “Moan for me. Let me hear you obey me.”
My hips bucked, desperate, my fingers clawing at the cushions. His arms only tightened, spreading me wider, forcing me to take every flick, every stroke of his mouth.
“You taste like everything I’ve been waiting for,” he murmured, voice deep and rough, vibrating against my core. “Dripping for me, begging for me, and you don’t even realize how perfect you are right now.”
“Oh, fuck, Hallow...” I gasped, my voice breaking.
His eyes blazed brighter, glowing hot as he pulled back just long enough to speak. “Say my name again. Louder.”
“Hallowwww!” I cried, my body jerking when he slid a thumb in my ass, smirking as he watched me lose control.
He groaned low, the sound almost animalistic, before burying his mouth back between my thighs. His tongue licked deep, slow strokes that had my whole body convulsing. I couldn’tstop the moans spilling out of me, loud and raw, echoing off the high ceilings.
My mind spun.What the fuck is this? He’s not human. He’s not normal. I should run. I should…Then his fangs grazed my skin, not piercing, just teasing, and every thought evaporated.
“Good girl,” he praised again, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with me, his lips glistening with me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Shaking for me. I love it.”
My thighs trembled violently, my stomach clenching, heat burning so intensely I thought I might explode. “I needed you,” he said, his voice a growl that vibrated against my clit. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to hear these sounds. Only me.”
My moan broke into a scream as his tongue pressed harder, faster, his hand slipping from my thigh just long enough to slide two thick fingers inside me. One in my pussy and the other in my ass. I convulsed, the stretch too much, too good, filling me until I couldn’t breathe.
“Oh my God… ohhh my God!”
“That’s it, baby,” he coached, mouth locked onto my throbbing clit. “Cum hard for me. Make that pussy squirt like I need it to.”
The command snapped something inside me. Pleasure crashed over me, rolling through every nerve until I was shaking uncontrollably. My back arched off the couch, my nails tore at the cushions, and my scream filled the mansion as my releaseflooded over his tongue. Squirting the biggest waterfall next to Niagara.
I couldn’t stop trembling. I couldn't stop crying out. I couldn't stop grinding against his face like my body needed more, even while it broke apart.
“Yes, baby,” he groaned, voice thick with hunger, tongue lapping me up greedily. “Feed me. Don’t hold back.”
I gasped, chest heaving, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from how hard it hit. My body went limp, but he didn’t let go. He kissed my thighs again, softer now, reverent almost, like he was worshipping the wreck he’d made of me.
When he finally lifted his head, his lips and beard glistened, his eyes burned bright, his fangs long, sharp, glistening. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. And I lay there wide-eyed, panting, delirious, and terrified.
What the fuck is this?
Hallow
S h ec a m eu n d o n ethe way I knew she would—loud, messy, shaking like she’d never been touched right. I drank her down, every pulse, every gush, her body feeding the part of me that clawed and begged to stay alive.
