The Blood is Love (Dark Eyes 2)

Holy. Fuck.

Then the beast starts to pound me faster, the bed creaking like it’s going to break, and the tail slips up between his legs and I’m just staring at it as it swipes around where his cock disappears inside me. It’s too dark to see properly, but then it slides over my clit, the skin ribbed and rough against where I’m so slick and wet and—

“Fuck!” I yelp, coming hard and fast, my body jerking off the bed, and I’m writhing against him as his tail slides back and forth over my clit, over and over, until I’m coming and coming and I can’t gain control, can’t get any air, I’m just obliterated and then his tail slips down to my ass.

Slick and dripping with my orgasm.

And pushes inside me.

“Solon!” I scream, my nails digging into his leathery back, and his cock and tail both plunge inside me, in and out, harder, deeper, tighter, fucking me in tandem, and oh god, oh god, I’ve never felt so full, so wonderfully, painfully full. Every inch of my body feels stretched and filled, the slick roughness of his tail fucking my ass as deep as his cock is, a brutal, punishing rhythm, filling all my space until all I am is Solon, this beast, and—FUCK.

I’m coming so fucking hard I think my head’s been removed. I’m just a body, a boneless, shuddering, convulsing body and the rest of me has been scattered into the universe, never to be put back together again.

“Oh god,” I manage to say, when I realize I’m still being fucked by the beast. “Solon.”

My head is so mixed up. I can barely feel anything anymore.

But Solon, or what used to be Solon, is still going.

Except his thrusts are getting harder, rougher.

Violent.

And then the headboard snaps behind me and the bed crashes to the ground, the mattress nearly sliding off.

“Shit,” I swear, trying to move back to where it’s stable, but Solon growls at me viciously and when I look at his eyes, those red glossy eyes, they’re emptier than they’ve ever been. I no longer see him deep inside, I don’t see him at all. In fact, all while he was fucking me, I had a sense of him still there, still the slightest bit in control. It’s why he made sure his tail was wet before he thrust it inside me, because he still somehow knows what to do for me.

But now I don’t sense him at all. I don’t smell him.

I just smell this sulfurous brimstone, tannis root, a stench of something evil, and now, now I’m starting to get afraid.

“Solon,” I say again, firmer now, but the name means nothing to this beast, and I’m trying to pull away from him, to roll over, and somehow I manage to slide back along the crooked bed and his cock comes out of me.

He didn’t like that.

He howls loudly, this awful penetrating sound that blows my eardrums, and now I’m panicking and trying to crawl away, get away, and then he’s roaring in my ears and he swipes his claws against my back, just a scrape, but enough to flip me onto my back.

I cry out from the pain and stare up at him and he opens his mouth to show a row of dagger-like teeth at the back.

Oh my god.

He might actually kill me.

“Solon!” I yell at him, my voice breaking. “Stop! Please! It’s me, it’s Lenore!”

He snarls against and then swipes at me with his other hand, right down the middle of my chest.

The pain stuns me for a moment.

I can’t breathe, can’t move.

I blink, staring at his claws, at how my flesh is actually hanging off his claws in ragged strips.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Slowly the memory comes back into my brain, the one I saw through his eyes, when he turned into the beast and killed the love of his life. I have that memory, and I realize that I will be a new one for him.

He will remember what he’s done to me.

And what has he done?

I manage to move my chin to look down at my chest and…

I can see my ribs. I can see the white bone through the layers of blood and shredded skin and oh my god he’s just cut me right open, almost exposing my still beating heart.

Suddenly my lungs fill with liquid and I’m choking on my own blood and then I feel it wet and spreading over the bed.

I stare at the beast, wondering if he knows what he’s done yet.

But the beast just snaps its jaws at me, ready to lunge, ready to rip my head off my neck, and I know that he doesn’t care, that he’ll end me now, tear me limb from limb.

His leathery muscles coil and he comes at me and I throw my hands up in the air to protect myself, choking on a scream as I close my eyes and prepare to die.