Jegudiel (Deadly Virtues 2)

Dead.

She had to die.

Diel closed his eyes and clenched his fists. Despite he and his monster being at odds, he felt the rush of euphoria sweep over him like a tidal wave—the spike of ecstasy before a kill. A thick black fog descended over his body and soul, and his vision tunneled on the door ahead.

Light as a feather, he crept to the door and slowly turned the knob. A riot of pale pink hair greeted him as his blue eyes landed on the bed. Diel stilled for a second, taking in the scene. Noa was facing away from him, her back to the door. He couldn’t take his gaze off the shape of her. The white sheet over her body molded to her curves. And her skin … There were straps of some kind over her shoulders, but her arm and upper back were completely exposed. The moonlight streaming through her window like floodlight beams showcased her porcelain color.

Diel felt his cock grow hard, and he ground his jaw in disgust. He tried to make his feet move, but he couldn’t get them off the fucking floor. Then, as Diel let his guard down, his monster struck, its heavy weight knocking him back several feet.

Diel stumbled and tried to right his stance. His attention slammed back to Noa, but she remained asleep. He gripped his messy black hair as he fought his monster back. His muscles were strained and bulging under his shirt at the effort it took just to wrench the monster from one of his limbs. Sweat ran in salty rivulets down his face. His heart pounded like a bass drum, a crescendo, beating faster and faster as the fight increased in ferocity. The battle with his monster was as real to Diel as if the monster had severed from their conjointment and become a towering, gargantuan scaled monster before him.

Diel held his breath and fought with all his might, managing to rip the monster from his arm and punch him through the chest. But the strain and effort caused him to gasp out loud. The monster retreated, blood pouring. But Diel knew it was temporary. A mere chest wound wouldn’t kill the monster. It was infinite, insensate, and it was born with black-tarred blood and granite-tough skin.

His strength was waning, but Diel had Noa in his sights again. He leaped for the bed, his knife burning like red-hot steel in his back pocket. He dove onto the bed, but just as he did, Noa whipped around, a vortex of pale pink wrapping around him. Iron-strong legs grasped Diel’s waist and, taking him off guard, flipped him onto his back. His injured monster roared in victory, deafening Diel where he lay.

Diel gave Noa no time to best him. Even though he was weakened, his hands lashed out to grab her arm and pull him beneath her. But she was there first, gripping his wrists and slamming them onto the bed. Diel’s breathing was heavy, his body twitching with the need to bring her down. But he paused. He froze as Noa, in nothing but white panties and bra, sat above him, her barely covered pussy over his jean-clad cock.

Her brown eyes clashed with his. A smile pulled on her red lips, showing a glimpse of her white teeth, and Diel wanted to fucking howl in rage. His collar began to snap and hiss.

Not right now. Not right fucking now!

“I’m going to fucking end you,” he spat, but Noa didn’t move, just kept her hands on his wrists and that fucking smirk on her face. Diel couldn’t move while his collar was waking. It would bring him down. It would incapacitate him and give Noa time to destroy him first. His eyes dropped to the brand on her chest. Then they moved over the mass of scars and burns and rope marks on her wrists and ankles.

Noa’s long pink hair was a curtain around them, hiding them from anything outside of her bed. She lowered her face toward him. Diel’s dick punched against his jeans as her sweet scent cocooned him. Then her smile dropped and, softly, she said, “You think I didn’t know you’d be coming for me?”

At the sound of Noa’s voice, his monster used all its strength and plowed through Diel’s defenses. With the monster in control, Diel rolled Noa onto her back, pinning her to the mattress, strength flooding back into his wasted muscles. She planted her hands on Diel’s chest. Humor spread across her beautiful face. “Who am I staring at right now? The man or the beast?”

Diel bit his lip and lowered his head. His nose touched Noa’s neck, and he ran it along the curve of her jaw, lips hovering just above hers. He flicked out his tongue and groaned as the taste of her burst onto it. As his cock swelled, pressing harder against her panties, Noa moved her hand to Diel’s neck and squeezed. The monster groaned in pleasure; pain and the ecstasy of her touch had set his body alight.