Page 5 of Grave Devil
Bones grunts into the phone. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear your chaos. I bet you feel so fucking good with your cum all over his dead lips.”
Only Bones understands my tastes. Draven and Mia let me do some fucked-up shit. But this… they don’t know about this. Only Bones. And the fact that he cums with me makes me love him even harder.
“Promise me you’ll punish me when I get home,” I rasp out.
“Mmm. You have been a bad boy. Get your ass back here so I can scar it,” he taunts.
This only gets me hard again. But I’m done looking at this piece of shit. After tucking my cock back inside my pants, I pour out the rest of my poison onto his body, a ritualistic gesture that reminds meandthe gods that I’m the one in control.
I launch the corpse into the incinerator, then strike a match and use it to light my cigarette before flicking it into the flames. “May you burn in hell forever.”
Pressing my forehead to the cool iron door soothes my heated flesh as I latch all three bolts. Only a psychotic Thorn in a fucked-up world like Melancholia would have access to an abandoned morgue that is still in working order.Cheers to ancient bargains with Bishop witches.
I take three deep breaths, my cock still twitching. And then a smirk takes over my lips. Only a few of these bastards are left, and then I’ll have to figure out a new kink.That will be fun.
I shoot Bones a quick text once I’m back on the road. There’s one more stop I need to make before I crawl into his bed. And the thought of this wilderrandgets my cock even harder.
Boundaries. That’s what we’ve all tried to give each other these past seven months. Draven still broods. Bones and I still fuck. Nox is sexy and dark and dangerous as ever. And Mia… I blow out a deep breath as I grip the steering wheel. My little lamb is like a drug. With every hit I take of her, the more feral my addiction becomes. And when I bury my face between her legs while Bones fucks me from behind, and Draven watches, and Nox holds me down… I feel like the luckiest fucking monster alive.
But some of us have secrets even from each other. And tonight, I can’t fucking wait to indulge in one of mine.
I turn off the headlights of my SUV when I near the back of Harker Mansion. My adrenaline races as I rumble down the dirt road. Once I’m past the house, I kill the engine and roll the rest of the way down in neutral. It’s become a recurring event.
I’m guessing Nox knows I’m here, but he never calls me out. He allows us to play our little game. He lets Mia and me have our little secret.
The flickering light in the window of the guest cottage lets me know that Mia is already inside. I put it in park before snatching a velvet bag out of the glove compartment. The glass vials gently clank together when I stash it inside the breast pocket of my suit.
I can hear the water running when I push the door open, the hot steam filling the cold stone walls of the cottage. This is what we do. I kill and fuck and then retreat here for a hot shower to cleanse my skin and my sins before I commit more dirty deeds.
Mia waits for me. She begins the night as my poisoned little lamb. But by the light of the last star, she unfurls for me, becoming ferocious and ravenous like a wolf.
She watches me shower. Watches me scrub the dried blood from my fingernails. From my pores and my pale-blond hair. She licks her lips while she admires my cock. Her nipples pebble under her thin cotton nightshirt as I stroke myself. I cum again in the shower with her eyes on me.
“Aries, please. Stop dragging it out,” she whines.
I chuckle and wrap a towel around my waist. “All right. You’ve been such a patient girl tonight. Go get what you want. It’s in my jacket.”
She claps and squeals in delight before skipping out into the main sitting room. But she waits for me like a good girl.
I pluck a vial from the velvet bag and admire the lavender liquid as I dangle it between us. “You know the drill, little lamb. You want a taste? You gotta pay for it.”
She smirks, her eyes lighting up as she nods. “I know the rules, Aries.”
I let the towel fall from my waist as I twist open the vial. “Top first.”
Mia pushes her nightshirt up and over her head, revealing those beautiful and hard fucking nipples. I press the vial to her lips as my gaze roams over her chest. “Good girl. You’ve earned one sip.”
Her throat bobs, the liquid pinching her veins. “Easy, gorgeous. You’re still my little fledgling.” I’ve been drinking poison since I snuck my first vial when I was twelve. I stole it out of my mother’s purse during the Wild Hunt festivities. She andmy asshole father were so feverish, so entranced with their own carnal appetites, they never saw me coming.
But Mia… she isn’t immune like we are. She didn’t grow up in this world. Yet she craves it all the same. This land and its poison have a hold on us all. And it comes for everyone eventually. Even Melancholia’s orphans.
She licks her lips. “More, please.”
I roll my thumb over one of her swollen nipples, delighting in how it sends goose pimples across her flesh. “How does it make you feel?”
She closes her eyes as a sloppy grin possesses her lips. “Like I can fly… Mmm. Like nothing else exists but you and me and this fire running through my veins.”
My cock stiffens, hardening at the angelic sight of her. I lean down to kiss her, and taste the traces of baneberry that still linger on her lips. “And that spark pulsing inside your pussy,” I whisper against her forehead. “Does that set you on fire too?”
