Killer Crescent by Leigh Kelsey

4

“So when you said hall, you meant Dracula’s castle?” I remarked, leaning forward to stare out the car window at the squat, blocky building sat atop the hill. We’d driven through scrolling iron gates with BLAKE HALL spelled out in cursive letters along the arch, and dark woods enclosed the path we drove on in complete and eerie silence¹. “Ooh!” I spun to face Dean, my eyes wide with newfound excitement. “Tell me there are bats.”

“There are no bats,” he replied in the same annoyed growl he’d used for the past two hours.

“Awww,” I complained, slumping in my seat. “But they’re so squishy and cute. I’ve always wanted a batty friend.”

Dean laughed derisively. “There are vampires, one of which might be old enough to have a bat form.”

I gasped, gripping his arm hard enough to bruise. “Please don’t be fucking with me. Please be telling the truth. You wouldn’t hurt me like this, would you, Sexy Sir?”

He smirked, as he did every time I called him that, which I kept doing because he liked it. “If you want my advice, you’ll stay far away from him. He’s dangerous and unbalanced.”

I made a squeak of excitement. “You’re telling me there’s a cute, squishy bat—”

“Who’s a deadly, blood-driven vampire—”

“Who might be my insanity soul mate?” I sighed wistfully out the window as gravel crunched beneath our tyres, the hall rising up above us in two storeys of dark, foreboding stone and windows I hoped would glow yellow at night like a Halloween illustration. There was even a tower.

Dean said nothing, but he was broody enough that I glanced at him. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his handsome face like cut stone.

“What?” Realisation hit. “Aww, don’t get jealous, Deanny. I’ll still love you every bit as much if I make new friends.”

He rolled his eyes, something he did a lot. Or maybe just a lot around me. But I had a sneaking suspicion that he liked me teasing him.

“Hmm,” I murmured, contemplative as he parked in front of a tall, dark wood door with ancient bronze knockers². “Do I get more than one?”

“What?” he replied, ripping the keys from the ignition.

“More than one mate? You seem awfully wound up, Sexy Sir.” I reached across to squeeze his shoulder, fondling the strength there in the guise of a massage. “Are you worried I’ll have more mates?”

His whiskey eyes met mine in a glare. “You could have more, and I don’t give a shit if you do.”

“Liar,” I argued, gliding my hand up to his neck and pulling him towards me. I meant to kiss him quickly, chastely, like a good girl, but the second our lips met, Dean snarled and grabbed my waist, kissing me with fierce, demanding need. I gasped into his mouth as the seatbelt yanked me away from him—and moaned, turning into a puddle of lustful goo as he slashed through the thick material with sharp claws and dragged me onto his lap, his tongue forcing mine into submission.

The keys got carelessly thrown onto the dashboard as he ground me down into his trouser-clad cock, leaving delicious bruises all across my hips.

“I knew you liked me,” I said victoriously, gasping for air before I greedily sought out his tongue again. Every glide and flick made me wonder how his mouth would feel on certain other, throbbing parts. I couldn’t hold back a groan, sinking my fingers into his silver hair and gripping hard, taking control of the kiss—

For exactly three seconds, until Dean’s hand wrapped around my throat and tilted my head, allowing him to slant his mouth over mine and completely and utterly ravage my mouth. There was no other way to describe it than Dean was brutally fucking my mouth with his tongue, and I went cold all over, writhing faster against his hardness as my body begged to be fucked, too.

“It’s a very bad idea to tempt me, Miss Falcon,” he rumbled, sending shivers down my spine as he dragged a sharp tooth across my cheek and down my throat. “You won’t be able to handle everything I’ll demand from you.”

“Give me everything,” I replied breathily, tugging hard on his hair to bring his mouth back to mine, and reaching between us to squeeze his bulge with my other hand. “If I break,” I shrugged, “at least I had fun.”

Dean paused, staring deep into my eyes, and I swooned at the desire churning in his whiskey gaze. “There is something very wrong with you,” he said, but low and husky, like it was a good thing.

“You’re just getting that now?” I asked, stealing another kiss, this one forceful and wicked from the start.

I jumped at the feel of hot hands at my waistband, and groaned into Dean’s mouth as he flicked the button of my jeans open, yanking down the zip. “Here?” I gasped, staring out the car windows at the gothic hall I was meant to be imprisoned in—trained in—whatever. If I had my way, the only thing that would happen inside those walls would be sex and murder, and more sex and more murder. Maybe both at the same time… My pussy turned molten at the thought. I’d always wanted to fuck someone in a pool of my enemies’ blood, but people tended to look terrified when you suggested things like that. Wimps.

“People will see,” I pointed out, my mouth falling open as Dean sucked a sensitive spot on my neck, and then found my weakest point: the hollow of my throat. My toes curled inside my shoes and I rode his lap harder, grabbing his back to bring him as close as possible. The friction was delicious, but nowhere near enough.

“Good,” Dean growled, dragging my vest out from my jeans’ waistband and ripping it over my head, my bra following immediately after.

“Ohhh,” I said, grinning. “You’re an exhibitionist?”

“No,” he replied. “I just don’t care who sees me owning my little slut.”

My pussy ached, a whimper slipping free at his tone, at that name. And he heard it.

A wolfish³ grin creased his face, baring sharp white teeth. “You really are a dirty girl if you like being called a slut.”

“I wouldn’t say I liked it,” I protested, but far too weakly, and writhing against him undermined my words a touch. Just a hair. A smidge. Fuck, this felt too good to think straight, especially when his fingers found my nipples, tugging on them to bring me flush to his chest.

“Don’t lie to me. Your pupils are dilated, your breathing is erratic, and you forget I’m a wolf.” He dipped his face to my ear, catching the lobe between his teeth.

“Ohholyfuck.”

“I can smell your arousal,” he said, with a quiet laugh that made my eyes roll back. “I know how much you love it.”

“Fine, I like it. Bite me.”

“With fucking pleasure,” he replied, as if I meant it seriously, and I froze, hot all over, at the feeling of sharp canines tracing the column of my throat to where it met my shoulder. “Here would look nice, right where everyone can see.”

“I’ll wear a scarf,” I breathed. Was I trembling? I was pretty sure I was trembling.

“You wouldn’t dare.” His teeth pressed deep enough for me to feel them but not deep enough to pierce.

“I would,” I shot back, twisting my fingers in his hair.

In return he tweaked my nipple, and I arched against him with a ragged gasp. I’d had foreplay before but this … holy shit, this was something else. “Then I’d have to punish you for disobeying me,” he warned.

“How?” I rasped, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as he tugged on my other nipple, a line of electric sensation shooting to my clit when he rolled it between his hot fingers.

“Hmmm,” he mused, swirling his tongue over the scratches he’d left on my throat. “I could spank this ass until it was red and raw.” He grabbed my backside hard, digging his fingers into my plump flesh. “But something tells me a girl like you would enjoy that. Would that make you wet, hmm, Rebel?”

“This is making me wet,” I breathed, feverish with need. Any longer and I was going to break.

His laugh was unexpected and pleased. “Am I torturing you, babygirl?”

Oh, I liked that name. “Yes,” I whined.

“Good,” he replied, hard as iron.

I squirmed, my clit so swollen that a single swipe of my finger would make me come. But the fabric between us was making that a little fucking difficult, and I was impatient and surly about it. Though I couldn’t deny I loved hearing him talk.

“Maybe that’s how I’ll punish you, then,” he laughed. “Ruin all your orgasms.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned, deadly serious as I wrenched back to give him a threatening glare. “I’ll cut your innards out and wear them as jewellery. I’ll skin your balls and make them into a purse. I’ll—”

“Fuck,” he rasped, his eyes seeming to glow. Was this … was my threatening him with gory murder turning him on? I meant to tease him about that, but I was too distracted by him shoving my jeans down with impatient hands, leaving them hooked around my ankles as he freed his own cock with agitated fingers. He didn’t even bother to take his trousers off; he only tugged his balls free, grabbed my hips, and slammed me down at the same time he surged up.

“Mine,” he snarled viciously, setting a punishing pace and making the whole car rock and creak around us. I tried to laugh at that, but a moan swallowed the sound as he filled me over and over, not giving me time to adjust to his size, just taking what he wanted from me. It was so fucking hot, I was going to die. “This is my fucking pussy.”

I honestly didn’t care what he said in that moment; I just grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life as he pounded up into me, the wet sound of him fucking me sexy as hell.

“My hot, sweet little pussy,” he went on, panting for breath. One hand left bruises on my hip while the other gripped my hair and dragged my mouth to his for a scorching, messy kiss that had me throbbing around him. “Fuck, Rebel,” he grunted, all the muscles straining in his neck. “You feel so good, babygirl.”

I kinda loved all the names he called me, and I would have melted at the praise if I wasn’t busy being struck by orgasmic lightning.

The deep groan in his throat was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard, and I clung to him harder, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as I slammed my hips down to meet his; so, so fucking close.

“God, yes,” he growled, dipping his head to suck my breast, teeth hard on my nipple. “You’re so tight now,” he said between sucks. “I bet this pussy’s about to come for me, isn’t it?”

Words were beyond me now; I just nodded fast and held on tight as his cock drove in and out. Everything disappeared—the wind howling outside, the ominous hall waiting to swallow me, the car squeaking and rocking furiously as we crashed together, as inevitable as waves breaking against the rocks.

I slid a hand between us and frantically circled my clit, my body locked tighter, tighter—

“Fucckkkkwow,” I laughed as my climax hit, so powerful that I jolted and shook against him. My pussy locked tight around his cock as he kept fucking me, dragging out every bit of pleasure until I was as limp as a doll against his chest.

“That’s it,” he groaned, fingers pressed deep into my ass cheeks now. “Oh, fuck—”

I smiled as he came apart beneath me, crushing me to his body and sinking his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, making my inner walls clamp down around him once more. Pleasure washed over me in an endless wave until I was thoroughly dazed and beyond satisfied. I saw no need to move from this car for the next hour.

Or ever.

When he stopped throbbing inside me, Dean’s tongue swept along my shoulder before he carefully removed his sharp teeth, lifting me off his cock. I whined, refusing to let go of him, and he laughed softly, settling me against his chest as we breathed long and deep, my head all floaty and soft.

Calloused fingers trailed up my back in a soft caress that made me snuggle closer, a smile tugging at my lips.

“This is not how I expected today to go,” Dean admitted with a laugh, sounding less growly. He ran his fingers through my hair, gentle on the tangles, until he could cup the back of my head. My eyes rolled back, a more profound pleasure working through my body. No—deeper than my body. Through the mate bond? “But I can’t say I have any complaints. We’d better go inside soon, though.”

“Nnh,” I replied eloquently.

His laugh warmed me from the inside out, and so did the soft kiss he placed on my bite. It should have stung, but all I felt was bliss and a not-unwelcome druggedness. “Well, you did say you didn’t care if I broke you. You should have heeded my warning, Miss Falcon.”

I just snuggled deeper into him, very happy with myself.

“Come on,” he murmured a minute later, softly spanking my ass. “Get dressed. I’ll show you around Blake Hall.”

“Or we could fuck again,” I countered, pouting when he gripped my waist and lifted me off him. My mouth went dry at the show of strength as he placed me in the seat beside him, not even breaking a sweat. “Fuck, you look so good like this,” I said, reaching across to touch his messy hair, his eyes still glazed with lust and satisfaction and a smile curving his cheeks.

“Likewise, Rebel.” His voice hardened. “Now get dressed. You’re dripping all over my car.”

I shrugged, unrepentant. “Just making sure you can never drive it again without thinking about me. Maybe I’ll make sure my scent is everywhere,” I threatened, propping my heels on the seat and spreading my pussy wide, trailing my fingertips through our combined fluids and fucking delighted at the savage snarl he let out. His hand snapped out to grab my wrist.

“I think,” he rumbled, his voice like deep thunder, “you’ve pushed me enough for one day.”

“Disagree, but fine.”

His eyes softened with amusement, but the sharp edge remained. “Lick those fingers clean, and I’ll consider you forgiven.”

“I didn’t actually apologise,” I pointed out, but the command made me wet⁴.

“Rebel,” he warned, and I went cold and tingly, my mouth dry. I stuck my fingers inside it, making a show of sucking them, my own taste musky and sweet.

“Good girl,” he praised, tucking his cock back inside his trousers⁵ and zipping my favourite appendage into its cotton prison. “Now pull your jeans up and put this on.” He threw my vest at me; I caught it out of the air just to spite him, and maybe to show off my fast reflexes. His eyes darkened, and I grinned, getting dressed like a perfectly respectable young lady⁶.

“Lead the way, Sexy Sir,” I said, and threw open my door, climbing out of the car.

He gave me an exasperated look; I batted my eyelashes and followed him up the gravel driveway into the dark manor house.

I’d completely forgotten to ask why he got turned on at the thought of me carving out innards. Whoops. I’m sure it was probably nothing.