Page 108 of Silver Tongue Devil

Needing me.

Lowering my gun, my chest heaving, my eyes slowly lifted, already feeling the weight of his stare.

His shoulders rolled forward, his jaw tight, but his eyes were electric with life. Hunger. They pierced mine, shredding any barrier I was still trying to keep up. The blood of my victim trailed down his face, rendering him fierce and animalistic. I knew I was covered in the same blood.

Fear, anger, hate, and desire boiled like lava under us, the edge of life and death hemorrhaging out into the air, stabbing my lungs like thousands of daggers. I needed to be marked. To drink the blood of our enemy, to taste his, to make him roll in mine, like some barbaric ritual.

A feral growl echoed from him, as if he could read every one of my thoughts.

My gun dropped from my hand, his sword from his, both of us moving at the same time, our bodies colliding.

He grabbed the back of my head, yanking me to him, giving me no time before his mouth crashed down on mine, his lips vicious and bruising. I could taste the blood, taste him. It incited me, flared my need to punish back. To take everything he stole from me.

A noise worked up his throat, the vibration humming through my bones as I clawed my nails through his hair.

With a groan, he hitched me up, my thighs squeezing his hips, his hard cock throbbing against me. He slammed me back into a horse wagon, stealing my breath and turning my cat fully feral.

I craved the hurt, the desire to lose all control, to be so primal there was nothing else in this world that mattered. To make each other bleed.

To leave permanent marks.

“Croygen…” I groaned against his mouth, my fingers tugging off his jacket. I needed him inside me, to feel my heat wrap around him, feeling him stretch me.

Both of us were gifted at seduction, tempting, and teasing. But it had always been for a purpose. A game. Always in control, always with an objective. None of that existed here. Even when we fought on the ship weeks ago, there had been a power play, a need to be better, to bring the other down.

I still wanted to bring him down, but this time I would go with him.

His fingers tore off my jacket, dropping it to the ground, his mouth only leaving mine for a moment as he tugged my shirt and bra over my head together while I ripped his shirt off, exploring his ripped torso. His large hands cupped my bare breast, and his bloody fingers rubbed at my nipple, causing my head to tip back.

“Like that?” His eyes flashed as his mouth covered my breast, sucking and flicking at my nipple with his tongue, smirking as he caused a low moan from me. His palm wrapped around my throat, pinning me harder against the wagon, his mouth taking the other breast. “Fuck, I can feel your heat, Kitten. Sense how wet your pussy is.” He moved up my neck, rumbling in my ear. “Does it need to be licked, Kitty-Kat?”

Heat flushed through my body, and I curved into his, my nipples hardening more as they brushed up against his chest. His hand still held my neck roughly, keeping me in place.

“Tell me,” he demanded, his teeth scraping against my neck, his voice gravelly. “Want me to make it purr, Katrina?”

I reached for his pants, flicking the buttons, my fingers sliding into his boxer briefs. I wrapped my hand around his hard, thick cock, a desperate cry rising in the back of my throat.

A low groan came from him, his hips moving with my hand as cum leaked out the tip. My mouth watered; I wanted to taste him, to bring him to his knees.

“No.” He gritted his teeth, dropping me to the ground and twisting me around, his breath hot in my ear. “I get to break you in first.”

Croygen ripped down my pants, picking me up then bending me over one of the saddle racks, widening my legs, displaying how wet and needy I was. For once, I got off on being out of control, the one completely at his will.

Reaching over me, he grabbed a bridle. “I’m gonna make you yowl. I’m gonna make you scream.” He leaned over me, his hand running down my body, stimulating every nerve. “And then I’m gonna make you purr.”

The rein slapped across my ass. A cry escaped my throat, and searing pain sizzled into pleasure. His fingers slid through my folds as he did it again.

“Oh, gods!” I choked, jarred from the stimulation, my pussy squeezing around his fingers.

“Fuck.” Croygen growled, his fingers working me deeper, whipping me again, closer to my pussy.

A deep moan shivered from me, wetness dripping down my leg. My nails shifted into claws, the base of my spine tingling, hinting at a cat tail.

“Croygen…” I didn’t care how desperate and needy I sounded, which I had never been before. What the hell was he doing to me?

My ass curved up, pushing back into him, groaning louder as he curled his fingers inside me, the rein striking again. “Ohhhh, gods… please.” I begged, my desperation bringing me close to tears.

“Want my cock in your pussy, kitten?” He removed his fingers, and the sound of him undoing his pants zipped up my spine, my body so frantic I rubbed back into him.

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