The house seemed to breathe with us, candles flickering as we passed, shadows stretching long across the walls. My steps echoed heavily against the floor as I carried her through the massive double doors at the end of the hall.
The grand bedroom welcomed us with dark velvet drapes, a bed big enough to swallow her whole, and black silk sheets gleaming under dim light. Huge mirror over the bed. But it was what lined the walls that made her gasp. Leather cuffs hung neatly from hooks. Shelves stacked with toys and ropes. Every piece polished, waiting. The air itself smelled like heat and hunger.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as her eyes darted around the room. “What is this?” she whispered, trembling.
I set her down on the edge of the bed and leaned down, my mouth at her ear, my voice a growl. “This…” I said slowly, savoring each word. “This is where I break you down and build you back up. This is where I take every part of you. This is where you save me.” I pulled back just enough for her to see thesmirk stretching across my face, fangs long, eyes glowing bright. “Welcome to your wreckening.”
Spirit
Ic o u l d n ’ tm o v e.My eyes darted everywhere, taking in the room, the velvet drapes, the silk sheets, the cuffs hanging from hooks on the wall, the toys glinting in the candlelight. Every shadow looked alive. Every flicker of flame felt like it was watching me. And then there was him.
Hallow stood at the edge of the bed, chest rising slowly, tattoos stretching over muscles that looked carved from stone. His eyes glowed, slitted like a predator, and his fangs gleamed behind his gold grillz. I finally took notice of his hands—God, his hands—were human but not. Large, veined, strong nails sharpened to beastly points that traced down his chest before curling in a come-here motion at me.
I shivered, pressing my thighs together, but he noticed. Of course he did. His gaze dropped, lingering, and his tongue swept over his fangs. My lips parted, my voice shaking. “What are you gonna do to me?”
His hand shot forward, cupping my chin, forcing me to look up into his glowing eyes. His nails grazed my skin, not cutting, just reminding me how sharp they were.
“I told you already,” he said simply. “Break you down. Build you back up. Please you until the beast in me is well fed.”
My breath caught. My body burned hotter. My mind screamedwhat the fuck is this, but my thighs parted on instinct. Hallow leaned closer. His eyes devoured me, every inch, like he’d waited centuries to see me like this.
“Perfect,” he murmured, praise dripping from his voice. “You’re a fucking masterpiece, Spirit.”
He guided me back against the pillows, his beastly nails grazing my thighs, his hands pinning me in place like I weighed nothing. Then he reached to the side, pulling one of the cuffs from the wall. The sound of the leather uncoiling made my pulse race.
My eyes widened. “Wait...”
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger against my lips, sharp nail tracing the curve. “You’re safe.” He snapped the cuff around my wrist, fastening it to the bedpost, the leather snug but not painful. Then the other. I was spread for him, bare, trembling, completely exposed under his glowing gaze. “Look at you,” he whispered, stepping back to admire me. The cuffs held me tightagainst the silk sheets, arms stretched above my head, legs parted and trembling.
He stood at the edge of the bed, eyes glowing gold, chest rising slowly like he was keeping something caged beneath the surface. His hands ran over his own abs like he was trying to ground himself.
“You feel it now, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice deeper, rougher than before. “That pull. That fire running through you. That ache you can’t shake.”
I tried to speak, but my throat was dry, my mind too foggy to form anything except a breathy, “Yes…”
He smirked, leaning down to press his mouth beside my ear, his beard grazing my cheek. “That’s what your body feels like when it belongs to something greater. When it’s preparing to be wrecked. Completely.”
His hand slid between my legs, slow, nails grazing lightly over my inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin already soaked with need. My hips arched into his touch, completely involuntary. I couldn’t help it.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his tone dark and smooth.
He reached over to the nightstand and opened a velvet drawer, pulling out a sleek black wand and a bottle of warming oil.
My heart pounded. “Hallow…”
“You’ll thank me later.” He flicked the wand on low and poured oil into his hand, warming it between his palms as the buzzing filled the room like a promise.
He straddled me at the hips, the warmth of his body sinking into mine. His eyes glowed as he dragged the oil over my breasts, down my stomach, then lower until he slid two fingers between my folds, spreading me gently, smirking at how soaked I already was. Something about the oil had my body on fire.
“Dripping,” he smirked, voice thick. “Just how I like it.
The wand pressed to my clit, and a jolt of electricity traveled through my body, breath catching, back arching against the cuffs.
“Oh shit!” My heart beat wildly. “You’re... you’re fucking crazy!”
“Stay still.” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “You’ll enjoy it. I’m not here to hurt you, remember?”
My chest rose and fell as I watched him press another button on the wand. Its vibration grew louder, and then Hallow circled my clit slowly while his oiled fingers slid inside me, curling perfectly, hitting that spot that made my thighs quake.