Page 12 of All Hallows Mate
Vines sprout up from the ground around him, and he drops down to cover my body with his as the vines start wrappingaround us, pinning us together on the ground. They tighten around us, making his movements stop, and he stays buried inside of me. He is still rocking his hips, slowly moving inside me. I feel the invisible force filling my ass, and my body trembles as pleasure rolls through me. It is a complete mindfuck to have him unable to move, but something invisible can start ramming into me with no resistance.
“Good girl, Tori. Come for me,” Liam says quietly in my ear. “That’s it… Come for me, mate. You can do it.”
I feel out of my mind when I bite down on his shoulder, and my teeth sink into his skin. He growls, but I can feel his cock swelling inside of me. His entire body grows on top of me, and the vines snap as he pushes my knees to my chest. He has my teeth marks cut into his neck, but he pays that no mind before he starts to pound into me with what feels like pure violence. A primal-like growl rips from my chest, and I try to push him off me, but he fucks me harder and harder through orgasms that continue to build strength. By the time he comes, I am catatonic from coming so hard.
When he pulls out of me, I open my eyes to see him kneeling between my legs, sitting back on his heels, looking at me. My bite mark is still very visible. “I’m sorry,” I say, looking as confused as he looks. “I don’t know why… I’m just gonna go fuck myself.”
“Tori, baby…” he says slowly.
“I don’t know why I did that. I’m sorry. I…”
“Shh,” he says, pulling me up. “Do you know who your father is?”
“No. Mom always told a bunch of lies about who he was.”
“Like what?” he asks.
“Like he crawled from the depths of hell to fuck her,” I say. “She claimed he raped her, she fell in love, and that she attacked him; more often than not, it involved him fucking her and leaving.”
“My sweet mate… You just marked me,” he says with a smile. “If your father were a hybrid, you wouldn’t have a demon form, but you’d have strong demon-like characteristics when you came into contact with your mate.”
“Is that… bad?” I ask.
“No, it’s just not expected,” he says. “It means this journey is going to start getting a lot easier.”
“Because I won’t be completely useless?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles.
“Asshole!” I gasp and playfully smack his arm. “You still have to mark me?”
“Yes. We have to be in the realm of the dominant. If that were you, then you would have been able to overpower me when you were marking me...”
“So, weaker marks first?” I ask.
“Mmmm. Basically,” he says.
“What were the vines?” I ask.
“That was you, my love,” he says. “It’s a defense mechanism for when demons need to protect something.”
“Why would I do that if I’m marking you?” I ask.
“Because you were afraid of losing me, Tori,” he says, kissing my hands. “You were willing to lose the dominant role for the sake of keeping me with you.”
“Oh…”
“Morning is starting to break, so let’s try to get as far as we can. We won’t run into anything while the sun is up. If we make it back in time, we can go handle Tyler, Jason, and Jacob.”
“Okay,” I say with a sweet smile.
For the next twelve hours, we walk this long, empty stretch of eerily desolate highway. Occasionally, buzzards do lazy circles overhead like they’d have already put dibs on my corpse.
I guess that debunks the no animals in the demon woods theory.
The road is shimmering in the early fall heat, and every breath tastes like hot asphalt. We don’t stop to find food—or even water—just the two breaks when instinct shoves everything else aside. These aren’t rests. They aren’t living moments of blissful connection. This is the mate bond making its demands. They are quick, rough, and without a single word uttered. After, we resume traveling down this road as a primal side of me emerges.
At first, I think the fast pace is just Liam being a stubborn half-demon, but somewhere around mile forty, I realize my legs aren’t burning anymore. My breathing has become smooth. My skin feels hotter and tighter, like something was just under it. Lurking. Waiting. Liam’s eyes keep flicking toward me. Not in concern, but more like he was checking for… progress.
