Chapter 6

Emma

I edged toward the double glass doors;  carefully sliding inside. Taking one step. Then another. Finally Stumbling into the reception area.  “HELLO?” My voice splintered against the hollow silence. Fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead; fresh white paint streaked along the walls. "IS THERE ANYONE HERE?”  I asked but the emptiness absorbed my words. From here, I could see the first viewing parlor, called The Sunset Room. the dark wood of the door was slightly opened. 

I stepped in.

The drapes were drawn. velvet darkness stretched around a sputtering projector. Antique tables holding tasteful fake flowers. Rows of white wooden chairs with their worn surfaces faced a solitary pure white casket resting on a dais, swathed  in a lavender and silver cloth that shimmered. It rested in a natural, quiet, calm.

Really now, is there no one actually here? 

 “You lost Bambi?”

The voice cut through the hush like a blade.

 My head snapped around to see a man filling the doorway, at least six-foot-three of coiled muscle. His rolled-up black dress shirt sleeves revealed arms of random tattooed patterns. His emerald, green eyes ran up and down my body, quietly, assessing my small stature. As if I was a stray wet cat that had wandered in from the rain.

“I might be, Actually”

“You shouldn’t be in here, This particular room is off limits,” I said. Each syllable precise—a guillotine drop.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know”

 “It’s Just The Franks are arriving tomorrow morning for his wake.”

I blurted the words, a desperate stab in the dark. “Are you Doc by any chance?”

“Yeah.”

Relief, cold and sharp, flooded me. This was him. “I’m Emma Carter, Elijah sent me”

“I know who you are. Bambi” i stepped into the flicker of light.  “My Big Brother,” I said, As I began to circle her like a vulture. “Must not pay you enough, it’s a crying shame to Send something so small in a place like this”

“Well, Your Big brother hasn’t paid me shit in three weeks” Doc’s face leaned in, inhaling the air around me. Before I can blink he grabbed me by the arm. shockingly strong, Slamming my back against the nearest wall. My spine throbbed where the plaster wall had met it. the pain sharp and real. “Are you fucking insane?” I groaned. 

"Insane?" my body now a cage of hard muscle and intent, an invisible, immovable, pressure holding her there, in her caged spot. “The answer to that question is a simple one”

“So that’s a yes?”

I chuckled “You have that fire in your eyes,” I said, my hand dropping to her upper thigh. “And you have  a mouth to Match” sliding my palm up even further till it Rested on her hip. “I guess it was money well spent after all, Paramour.” My fingers hooked into the waistband of her lace panties.

“What are you doing?” My voice cracked.

“Shhh,” I crooned. My  fingers tore through the thin lace of her  underwear, rendering them useless at our feet..

 I gasped, the sound loud in the silent room with its empty rows of chairs “Let me go," I said, my hands splayed on his chest. It was like pushing against a marble statue that refused to budge an inch. “Please.” I begged.

“Please what?” I chuckled, the sound devoid of any warmth. My hips pressed forward, Letting her feel my steel Rod that is my erection  through my pants, prodding it at her now bare naked entrance. “Please hurry?” I asked. Delving two fingers into her slick folds. “Or, is it” my fingers began slow, stroking motions working inside her heat “Please, Doc, Let me cum on your fingers like a good girl?”

“Please, stop,” I choked out. He stilled his hand, but didn’t withdraw.

I leaned down from her neck,  nose tracing a line to her collarbone “your body isn’t saying stop. It’s begging for me” I pushed my fingers deeper, a cruel, stretching invasion that made Emma suddenly gasp. “See, It’s telling me it wants me” I curled my fingers.

“No I don’t” I breathed. Shame burned hot behind my eyelids. I hated the wet, eager clench of my own flesh around his digits.

“You’re a bad liar Bambi,” I said, my voice low and conversational. “Your safe here, just give in to the pleasure I’m giving you”

Fuck, I hate how good that sounds.

“Don’t fight this” my fingers working faster. “Don’t fight me”

Fuck, I don’t think I can last much longer.. 

“I want to hear it all, Even the shameful sounds that I pull out of you”

A moan betrayed me, torn from my throat. 

“Good girl” I  withdrew my fingers with a slick sound and brought them up to my eyes. Red streaks  “Well what do we have here?”

I turned my head away. The evidence of my innocence on his fingers.

“You’re a virgin?” I whispered. Then Elijah’s words rang back in my mind. 

Breaking in something so sweet and wild like a cheap tag. But she isn’t just a cheap tag. But a fucking expensive wine.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I brought my blood soaked fingers to my lips, tongue lapping up the taste of Honey and buttercream that Flooded me, it was all her. 

“Are we done now?” I asked Doc. Refusing to look at him. Only heard the sucking sounds stop to my question. 

Done?, oh no sweetness, I’m just getting started. 

I yanked her leg over my hip. My other hand fumbled with the belt, My heavy cock sprang free. With a brutal, driving thrust, I sheathed myself inside her to the hilt. A raw, animal cry tore from her throat, bouncing off the polished wood and velvet curtains of the viewing room. I groaned. a deep sound of perverse satisfaction at the harsh, tearing fit.

Pain lanced through me, bright and sharp. His   free hand fisting in my golden hair  wrenching my head back. His hips gave me no time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm immediately, each slam sent a jolt down my body against the unyielding wall. 

“Take it all Bambi” My thrusts were mechanical, deep.

The lewd, wet sound of our joining bodies filled the silent room. counterpoint to the degrading slap of skin on skin.

“You smell so good” I said. My rhythm was punishing, a hard, deep piston that left no room for anything but the act itself.

The friction began to shift, the initial searing pain that I felt, mutated into something else, a shameful,  heat coiling low in my belly. My fingers grabbed Doc’s shoulders for purchase. Holding on. My eyes closed. Riding the wave that was battering against my ribs.

“Fuck” I panted. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked Doc.

“Your ovulating”I gritted out.

“Pull out of me” 

“Why would I do that?” I smirked. Letting  her hair go, and grabbed her other leg, wrapping them both around my waist. My hand grabbed both of  her delicate wrists securing them above her head. “I’m going to fill you”

The new position Doc put me in  rattled my core. A low moan escaped me. He fucked me with a relentless intensity. Each slam of his hips drove me into the wall, the frame rattling against the plaster. The raw, stretching burning of him was overpowering me, a violation so complete I almost melted.

Call it what you will, but This really wasn’t about her pleasure, It was more about my rolling blood lust, the consumption of her, of me, us together, it was a chance to show case my dominance, to prove to her that I am male enough for her. And she will not have the need of seeking pleasure from another male. I will be all she wants.

“Doc” I moaned.

“Tell me what you need Bambi” I felt it, her own traitorous body beginning to slick more around my shaft.

“I- I” 

My lips brushed the sensitive skin below her ear, A horrible parody of affection. “Words Bambi, use them”

Doc’s breath coming in harsh pants against my neck. “ I need to come”

My teeth grazed the crook of her neck, not in passion, but in a twisted claim. “And we will come together, paramour” my mouth opened against her neck, fangs—long, needle-sharp—I  struck like a viper.  no warning. Just a wet pop as it echoed in the room, breaking through the skin.

The pain was instantaneous, white-hot and profound. I arched off the wall and into his chest, a silent scream stuck in my throat as his fangs pierced the carotid artery in a second spot.. It was deeper than anything I’d ever felt, a brilliant, annihilating spike driving into the core of my being. My vision swam, The sucking pull was obscenely intimate, a deep, tugging rhythm that matched the savage pounding of his hips. I  could feel him drawing my life out in hot, pulsing gulps. The sensation was strangely intimate, a connection more profound than the brutal sex. A dizzying, euphoric warmth flooded me, making my body go pliant even as my mind screamed in terror of what was happening. The sharp edges of fear and pain softened, melting into a hazy, golden languor. A soft, pathetic moan escaped me as my body sagged against him, fully surrendered to the duel assault.

My thrusts became ragged, jerky. The rhythmic pull at Emma’s  neck  grew more urgent, more desperate. With a final, convulsive shudder that racked my entire frame, I buried myself to the hilt and I instantly Stilled.

A pulsating, hot flood erupted inside me. He released me and with a wet sound. He snarled. Roaring his victory. He pulled out of me, A rough withdrawal from my filled core. The sudden emptiness was shocking.

Then he let me go.

I slid down the wall in a heap, The cool marbled floor met my ass cheek. My blood, warm and sticky, traced a path down my neck. Doc stood over me. my eyes stolen a glance down, my blood smeared on his cock.

“Delicious”

My eyes shot back up to him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing a faint pink streak across his lips.