Silver Tongue Devil (Devil in the Deep Blue Sea #1), page 28
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.
“Yes.” My words and body were no longer my own; something beyond was controlling me. Like it understood far more than I did.
He grabbed my chin, turning my face to him while his hips curved into me, running his thick erection through me, the tip hinting at my entrance. “How bad do you want it, Kitty-Kat?”
I could feel the game, the sudden need to be in power. Little did he know, I was even better at this. Dropping men, human or fae, to their knees, begging for more.
With a snarl, I rolled my hips back, forcing him slightly deeper, squeezing my heat around him, my magic.
A strangled cry came from his throat, his legs dipping, his grip on me loosening. His eyes lifted, flaming with fire, meeting mine. A slow smile curved my face. “How bad do you want it, tradesman?”
I could feel the switch, the violence in the air, the blade we were about to fall on.
Croygen’s jaw clenched, his hand running up the back of my head, gripping my hair roughly, yanking back at the same time he thrust into me brutally.
A scream stuck in my throat, electricity charging through me. I gasped in pain as his size shredded me in half. One side was agony, the other implausible pleasure.
“Fuuccckkk!” Croygen bellowed, huffing as he pulled out, pushing in even deeper this time.
“Oh, gods!” I clawed at the saddle, my nails ripping into it, trying to grapple for air. My body shook, magic exploding through me like I was being electrocuted. He stretched me, filling me to the point I lost all humanity. I no longer understood sympathy or kindness.
Untamed and feral.
“Fuck, fuck…” Croygen pulled on my hair harder, his body curving over mine like he no longer had the strength to fully stand up, pushing his cock deeper with severe strokes. “I need to fuck you deeper. To feel my cock inside you for decades to come.” He growled, his fingers digging into my hip, pounding harder. “To know it’s mine.”
My legs widened at his words, craving that more than air, pushing back into him with the same brutal energy.
“Shit. Katrina,” he hissed. “Gods… nothing has felt like this.”
I had to agree. We were both well experienced with sex, thousands of years with thousands of partners. Sometimes it was good, other times amazing, but nothing had ever felt like this.
There was no close enough because I needed to crawl inside him, to feel his raw pleasure rub and stroke against mine, to have him mark me so deeply, I could feel it burning into my bones. To have his insignia glowing from under my skin.
The sensation was overwhelming, my actions out of my control.
His cock slipped out of me when I whirled around, my legs hooking around his calf, pushing him down. He dropped into the hay with a huff. I gave him no time to respond. Straddling his hips, I plunged down on him, watching him enter me, spearing me deeply.
“Fuck!” he bellowed as my own cry howled out, my claws raking down his chest. Croygen grabbed my hips, pushing up into me, his eyes rolling back. “Fuck the gods!” he groaned, a vehement need straining his features, his dark eyes flashing with magic.
He slammed up into me. A deep yowl came from me, pitching the air loudly, my body freezing with the abundance of sensations. What the fuck? I had never heard myself make that sound before. Ever. Nor had I even felt like every neuron in my body was being electrocuted.
Electric currents tore through my muscles, my spine curving as I rode the fuck out of him. My nails turned more into cat claws, and I scraped them deep into his chest, like I wanted to mark his skin with my own tattoos. He hissed as blood pooled from them, growing harder inside me.
I leaned over, my rough tongue lapping at the blood. The healing magic trailed over the cuts, and I kissed the skull and crossbones tattoo on his chest.
He reached up, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip, picking up the smear of blood left there. My mouth wrapped around his finger, sucking it hard, tasting more of his blood on my tongue.
His nose flared as he let out a low growl.
That was my only warning.
A snarl lifted his lip, and he tossed me onto my back into the hay, his body moving between my legs, spreading me wider. He grabbed my wrists with one hand, stretching them over my head. “Want me to draw blood too?” he growled. He drove back into me, hitting so deep he pushed me up, the hay scraping my back. “I can make you bleed.” He lost all inhibitions, fucking me so violently I couldn’t do anything but let him have full command of my body.
“Oh, gods… more!” I reveled in the sound of him railing me, our pleasure resonating off the barn walls, the smell of hay and horses. I had never felt so out of control and so alive.
He grunted, his mouth sucking at my bouncing tits. Letting go of my wrists, he reached down with one hand, rubbing my clit as his other hand wrapped around my throat, the same thumb I sucked pressing into my airways.
It was like I had been hooked up to a battery, the charge frying through my body. A strange sensation, as if for a second, I could feel him, had gotten inside him, feeling his own pleasure, his soul brushing against mine, adding to the intensity.
It broke me into pieces.
His eyes met mine, as if he felt the same. The connection hit every molecule in my body, claiming me.
My mouth opened on a cry, sounding more cat than human. The intensity ruptured across my vision, suspending me in time. My pussy locked around him, an orgasm tearing through me. I bit down on his neck, my teeth sharpening at his bellow, tasting his skin, his essence. He pushed in so deep I jolted, shrieking like a feral animal.
“Kat!” His hot cum released inside me, drowning me in utter ecstasy. And I let myself go under, sinking to the bottom of Davy Jones’s locker. A moment of absolute peace and tranquility while I could still feel my body greedily milking and pumping his cock, taking all it could, leaving nothing.
His release trailed down my thighs as he continued to pump inside me. His fingers dragged up my leg, scooping his release and rubbing it over my clit, exploding another orgasm through me.
My spine snapped back, a deep moan sticking in my throat, losing my last bit of hold on this Earth, my grip around him strangling.
A loud, guttural noise came from Croygen, holding him in place for a moment, his body quaking, his muscles contracting. “Fuck! Katrina!” he bellowed. I felt it more than I heard it, experiencing his bliss as well as my own, making me black out for a moment.
His body collapsed over mine, cocooning us, our lungs heaving together for air, unable to move or speak. I let my eyes close, coming down from the high, the intensity causing me to tremble and jerk as though I were cold. Magic liquefied my muscles, and my mind completely splintered.
For a long time, we stayed like this, not able to speak or move.
Shiver me timbers… What the hell was that?
A sea of emotion tumbled me around like clothes in the washer as I came back to myself. My mind was stunned, my soul calm, my body completely content. Blissfully sedated. Which had never happened to me before.
Fear and reality started to trickle in, my heart pounding for other reasons.
“Fuck, Kitten.” Croygen exhaled, his breath brushing down my neck, slipping over my skin. Slowly he lifted his head, our gazes meeting, both of us searching for an answer to a question we didn’t even know. But I could feel it, the look in his eyes mirroring back in my own.
What just happened? This wasn’t normal, right?
Croygen adjusted his weight on his arms over me, making me feel him move deep inside me. My core fluttered around him, still gripping him tight, like it couldn’t get enough, hanging on for dear life, wanting more.
“Your pussy doesn’t want to let me go, Kitty-Kat.” A low moan emanated from Croygen, his lashes dropping, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “And I told you,”—his mouth brushed mine— “I could get you purring.”
Oh. Gods.
My entire body locked up suddenly at the low vibration coming from my lungs, the hum of pure contentment, not even realizing I had been doing it.
Cat-shifters purred for various reasons, vocalizing different moods. Sex was different. Separate vocal cords were used, displaying a deep intimacy. Bonding. Something I had never felt or would show any previous lover. It was vulnerable and exposing. To do it with Croygen had humiliation burning my cheeks, dropping reality on me with a thud.
Pushing him off, I scrambled away. The instant his cock pulled out of me, his cum gushed down my leg, and what we had just done hit home even more. How incredible it had been. How impossibly good.
And this made it worse.
“Oh gods,” I whispered. Sitting up, I turned away from him. I grabbed the closest piece of clothing, covering my chest, hiding the thing that made me weak, displaying such a vulnerability.
“Kat?” he spoke behind me, his voice sparking an instant response.
My gaze scanned the room, taking in what led us to this—naked in a horse barn, covered in blood, sweat, hay, and sex, surrounded by dead assassins. My attention went to the one lying face down, not too far away, the back of his head gone.
I had killed many men, but when he lunged for Croygen? All I saw was red. Death. The thought of him taking Croygen from me had me ready to chop him up into little pieces. The bullet was too quick and easy.
“Katrina?” Croygen’s fingers grazed my spine, making me bolt up. I needed to get away because if he touched me again, I would be lost, fighting the deep craving to curl up against him, letting him cover me like a blanket and bury inside me again.
I scrambled to find my clothes, rustling the hay. Croygen got to his feet. A groan worked up my throat, but I quickly swallowed it back.
He stood there naked, his thick cock coated in my arousal, his sculpted body covered in tattoos, cuts, blood, and scars, his dark hair a mess with hay sticking out of it. He looked like a pirate god come to life, ready to demonstrate his command over me.
Again.
My ass stung where he whipped me, making my thighs clench, stirring arousal through me. I had always been the more dominant one in bed. Some of the men I slept with may have thought they were in charge, but in the end, they were the ones babbling nonsense and screaming to me like I was a god, blacking out from the orgasm.
It had never been fair before, on equal terrain. But Croygen cut me at my knees.
I not only let him dominate me, but I had loved it. It was the most intimate thing I had ever done. Besides purring…
Embarrassment covered my cheeks, causing me to rush faster, tugging on my pants and top.
“Stop.” He grabbed my shoulder, turning me to him, bubbling terror up my throat because I had no resistance to him. Defenseless. His dark eyes pierced me, his naked body calling to mine. He loomed over me, causing me to tremble with desire, the need to press into him, to feel his body against mine. To lose myself. “Giving me a complex, Kitten.” His voice rumbled low. “Never had anyone running out on me… especially after I fucked them senseless.”
My lungs hitched.
“Well, I guess if you did it right, I wouldn’t be walking at all, would I?” I lashed out, jerking away from him.
His jaw clicked, lids narrowing, like he could see right through me.
“It was a mistake. Our emotions were heightened.” I gestured around to the dead bodies. “I was not myself.”
“And you liked it.” He grabbed me, yanking me into him, his cock hardening against me. My head spun, throbbing with stimuli. Magic filled and sparked through my entire body, causing me to shake more. “You liked being out of control.”
“No, I—”
“You can’t lie to me.” His mouth skated over my ear. “I can hear you purring again, Kitty-Kat. I can feel it.”
Humiliation. Weakness. They both scorched me to cinders as my body betrayed me so acutely. It was low, almost inaudible, but somehow, he heard it. Just his nearness had me vocalizing something I could not face.
I retreated, my bare feet stepping on something cool and hard. I looked down, my gaze landing on an item.
Air stuck in my throat, and ice slithered up my spine, spearing into my veins. As if my father’s ghost rose from the depth of the sea, to remind me of my promise to him.
His dagger, smeared with blood, lay at my feet. A symbol of his life. An omen of his death. And what did I do? I slept with his murderer, insulting his memory, his honor.
Everything I had lived, fought, and killed for, and I had cast it all aside in one moment. When I spread my legs and let my enemy in.
Croygen’s physique tightened, his gaze locking on the same object and then lifting to mine.
“Katrina…”
“No.” I stumbled back more.
“You don’t understand—”
“Understand?” My voice pitched higher than I expected. Anger bulldozed through my hollow chest. “There is nothing to understand.” My teeth gritted, emotion tumbling from me. “Did you or did you not kill my father?”
His mouth opened, pain creasing his face.
“Tell me!” I screamed.
“You want to know if I stabbed that dagger through your father’s heart?” Croygen barked back, his own fury matching mine. “Is that the only thing you want to know?”
“That is the only thing I need to know!” I was unraveling, wishing more than anything he would tell me no so I could find an excuse for what I just did. Absolve myself of my despicable crime. But I didn’t deserve that. I earned the penance.
“A slice of a fact is not truth.” Croygen snarled.
Frustration and ire gurgled up my throat. Swiping up the dagger, I got in Croygen’s face, the blade lining up with the cut already across his neck.
“What are you gonna do, Kitty-Kat?” His gaze darted to the blade, his lips wrinkling, his erection hardening as I pushed it against him. “Have the guts to finally do it?”
“No more skirting the question,” I ordered, wrath oozing off every word. “Killian saw you kill my father. Did you stab him like he said?”
Croygen peered down at me with a scowl.
“You want a villain? I’ll play the villain for you.” He inched closer, the knife cutting deeper. He leaned in, his mouth near mine. “Yes, Kitten. I was the one who stabbed him through the heart. I felt his life bleed from him.”
A strangled noise twisted in my throat, and I felt like he dropped me off a cliff. Though I had seen it coming for a long time, known it was there, it still ripped the air from my lungs when I went over it. Death to what was and what could’ve been. My worship of him as a little girl and my respect for him as an adult crumbled under my feet. Replaced with the heartache and shame of hoping I was wrong.
“Go ahead,” he growled, only leaning into the blade more. “End me, Katrina. It’s what you always wanted, right? Take your vengeance. I won’t even fight you.”
The struggle inside, the emotion of everything I felt, leaked tears down my face. The pain. The torment. The battle between what I thought I should do, what I had trained to do, and what my soul screamed out, feeling even more pathetic because I knew what would win out.
Crying out, I shoved away from him, my head falling forward. I let my family down. I was a disgrace to my father.
Turning on my heels, I ran out, needing to get far away from him. And myself.
Outside, the warm air only suffocated my lungs more, my body shaking, my mortification devastating as Croygen’s seed trailed down my leg with every step.
I had spoken of Croygen’s betrayal for so long, spouting how I wouldn’t hesitate to kill him, when in the end, I was the one to betray my father.
Slipping into a side alley, I leaned against the wall, sobs hiccupping up my throat. Sliding down the wall with my father’s dagger clutched in my hand, I experienced every sore muscle, reminding me of what I did and how much I liked it.
My heart shattered into dust.
Small. Lost. Like I no longer had ground beneath my feet. My entire world had been structured around Croygen. Around my revenge.
And now I was nothing. My entire belief system was nothing but a façade.
“Oh look, a stray.” A woman’s voice came from the depths of the alley, jerking my head to the side. I could barely make out her slim silhouette before a handful of figures moved in on me, dressed the same as the men who attacked us in the barn.
I leaped up, the blade in my hand, turning toward them, ready to fight.
Crack!
Something struck the back of my skull, toppling me to the side with a cry. My body and mind instantly retreated, going hazy and useless. I dropped to the ground. Through my hazy vision, she stepped closer, bending down to peer at me, her dark eyes narrowing on me, her nose wrinkling with disgust. Something about her nicked at my mind, but it quickly fled out of reach. “Guess he’ll learn to not let his pets out at night where they can be eaten.” She stood, nodding at the men. “Let’s move.”
