Helaine
He held my jaw in his hand as he pulled me into a deep and hungry kiss that made me whine as he pulled away.
His husky laughter resonated through my ears, and I could tell by the tension in his voice that he was every bit as turned on as I was in this moment.
He stalked out of my line of sight, and I was left staring down at the coffin. From my vantage point, I could see all of the gorgeous details carved into the black stained wood—hundreds if not thousands of small skulls and bats were hidden among the intricate brambles of roses.
Evan had said he worked in many different mediums, and I wondered if he’d carved it himself.
My line of thinking was cut off by the sudden shock of pleasure when his hand cupped my sex, his fingers slipping through my slick to give my clit some much needed attention.
“Fuck,” I whined.
“Already so wet for me,” he purred, easily dipping two fingers inside of me before sliding them out, walking back into my field of vision as he licked them clean. “So sweet too.”
My muscles tensed with need, but I couldn’t even squirm, suspended in the air by the ropes. “Evan, please.” I was desperate for some friction, and I didn’t care if I had to beg him for it.
Even when he made that smug face at me.
“Poor thing.” He grinned, circling me with that predatory look in his eyes. “Does the needy little slut want to cum?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
I didn’t care about dignity—if this is what he wanted, he was paying good money for it.
That was a good enough excuse to throw out my pride, right? Whatever. I wasn’t about to apologize for knowing what I wanted.
I could have cried when I felt his hands caress my thighs, especially when his stubble scraped against my soft skin.
“Oh fuck,” I cried when I felt Evan’s tongue slide through my wetness.
He moaned like a starving man who’d happened upon a peach orchard at peak season, and I felt like the peach, the way my juices flowed.
I didn’t know it was possible to want a man so bad.
His tongue circled my clit as his fingers curled inside of me again, this time brushing that sweet spot inside of me that threatened to push me over the edge.
Suddenly though, he stopped, and I let out a strangled cry of disappointment. “Evan!”
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He stepped back in front of me, licking his teeth like an animal.
The bastard absolutely knew what was wrong, and I glared at him for it.
“Words, honey.” He brushed his fingers across my lips, and I could taste my own lust on him—it only made my need worse. “Tell me how bad you want me to make you see heaven.”
“God,” I whined, darting my tongue out to kitten lick his fingertips. “I feel like I’ll fucking die without it.”
“Good girl,” he purred, slipping his fingers into my mouth, closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh when I sucked them clean. “So good for me.”
“Please,” I begged him, and he laughed.
“Well, since you’ve been such a good girl . . . ”
He walked away from me again, sliding his fingers out of my mouth with an obscene pop. I bit my lip in anticipation, and I swear to god I saw stars the moment his hands were on me again, and his wet tongue lapped against my clit.
This time, mercifully, he didn’t stop, and I went careening over the edge of pleasure as that coil snapped within me. I didn’t care if the sound of his name on my lips inflated his ego, he fucking deserved it for this.
“Evan, fuck!” I shrieked when the pleasure became too intense, but if anything, it only made him double his efforts.
Powerless to do a damn thing about it, I couldn’t even try to squirm away as I hung helplessly, suspended from the ropes. Tears streamed down my face, and I was left panting by the time he saw fit to give me a rest.
He gave my ass a good squeeze before he walked off. I watched him with interest as I caught my breath, and my toes curled when I saw him pluck a red candle from one of the hanging fixtures.
Hot red wax spilled over his hand as he walked toward me, and he didn’t so much as flinch.
He hummed along to the music as he strolled over to me, burning candle in his hand, and he smiled as he bent down to look me in the eye, the flame flickering between us. “Are you ready for this?”
All I could do was nod, still coming down from the high of my ecstasy, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “No no, I need you to say it.”
It took me a moment to speak, but I finally managed to squeak out, “I’m ready.”
His face split into a wide grin, made almost grotesque by the candle light, but somehow it suited him.
I let out a small gasp when the first drops of wax splattered against my lower back, but by the time he had moved to my ass, I had relaxed, and the subtle burn had become a delicious sensation.
“More please,” I begged sweetly, earning a laugh, and a firm squeeze of my ass.
“How could I say no to that?”
He didn’t say no.
I relished the feeling of the hot wax being poured over my ass, and from the soft groan that escaped him, I’d say that he was enjoying it too.
I let out a loud gasp of shock when all of a sudden he smacked my ass, causing the hardened wax to crack off with an annoyingly satisfying sound. “You prick.”
He laughed as he walked back into view, and I stared at him with a frustrating mix of pleasure and annoyance.
He didn’t stoop this time, holding the candle at waist level as he stared down at me with that ever so smug look on his face. “Blow it.”
My eyes narrowed at him, and had I not wanted to ‘blow it’ I would have been furious, but as it were, I blew out the candle.
I looked up at him with want in my eyes, lolling my tongue out in an obscene display.
He grabbed me by the jaw, forcing me to look up into his eyes as he appraised me, a more than satisfied smirk on his face. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?”
“Yes,” I practically sang. “Pretty enough to suck your cock?”
“More than pretty enough.” He squeezed my cheeks, giving my face a teasing shake. “But, patience, sweetheart. I want to savor you.”
I pouted at him as he released me, but he only chuckled, walking over to the desk where he’d left the sharp knife from before.
My eyes lingered on the sharp steel of the blade, and he eyed me meaningfully as he walked back over to me. “Do you remember the safeword?”
I nodded, but then quickly remembered that he prefers me to answer him with my words. “Yes, sir.”
He smiled, clearly pleased with my response, and even if it was all a game, I felt a satisfying sense of pride.
I was a Good Girl.
“That’s good.” My heart raced as he left my line of sight, and I couldn’t help feeling nervous about what exactly he was going to do with that knife. “You may end up wanting to use it.”
This had been the best sex of my life, and he hadn’t even gotten his cock out yet, but I had never in my life engaged in knifeplay, let alone bloodplay.
The knife wasn’t just a prop. There wasn’t any question about it—if I didn’t use that safeword, he was going to use it.
I couldn’t help shivering as he ran the dull side of the blade down my spine, but even though I was nervous, his soft hum of pleasure made my pussy ache with need.
I didn’t know how I was ever supposed to get off to vanilla sex after this.
“You remember what I want, yes?” He all but growled. “Say it.”
“You want to cut me,” I answered obediently.
“Would you like to use the safeword?”
“I’d like you to make me bleed.”
An animalistic growl ripped through his throat, and my heart raced. Never in my life had I felt more like prey.
And I loved it.
HelaineThe world felt different, up in the sky.Over the past few days I’d been doing what Valek said—training. I learned to use the wings that erupted from my back, learned to feel them and control them just the same as my arms and legs.But it wasn’t enough.How could it be?“You’re getting better at that,” Valek called from the ground, her cold black eyes following me as my wings beat the air. “It’s an amazing freedom, isn’t it?”“I did what you said.” My lips curved into a grimace as I landed in front of her. Logically, I knew I should still be afraid of her, but the more time I was forced to spend with this ancient monster the harder it was not to see her as a person. “I connected with my wings, but I still can’t hide them.”She let out a laugh, her eyes falling shut as she shook her head. “Your wings, yes. But you’re still fighting where they came from.” Her fingertips hovered over my heart as she leaned in, too close, but I was quickly learning that social boundaries weren’t s
EvanOne more fucking night of not finding Helaine.Snarling, I threw open the el camino’s bed cover, squinting under the light of the full moon. It was the closest I could get to the sun without burning to a crisp, and it was still a little too bright for my sensitive eyes.But it was just one more reason to be pissed off tonight.When I looked around, I could see that we were on a very rural stretch of the highway, moving west according to the rusty old road signs. There wasn’t another car around for miles as far as I could hear. Not even the kind of old truck I’d expect to hear out in these parts.Helaine wasn’t here either.My boots crunched against the abandoned gas station parking lot’s gravel as I stalked toward the driver’s side door, I slammed my hand down on the hood in a fit of frustration as Frank stepped out of my ride, lighting up a cigarette.I snatched it from his fingers, taking a long drag, hoping it would do something to take off the edge . . . but it didn’t. One of
HelaineSitting naked on the wooden chair felt awkward, and I wrapped my wings around my body as I shivered in the air’s chill.Valek had no such issue, confidently striding naked through the room to stir the cauldron that emanated a delicious aroma that reminded me just how hungry I was. I couldn’t help feeling exposed, but there was something about the way that Valek wore her own skin that gave away just how ancient she was.Unbound by societal convention for the simple fact that she predated it. By a long shot.Her body was gorgeous, as though she was a work of art carved from pure snow, but I didn’t get the feeling that she was in any way trying to seduce me. Being naked was just natural to her—the leather scraps she wore as clothes before hastily thrown together almost as an afterthought.It probably helped that she was an undead creature, and most likely didn’t feel the chill in the air.The whole atmosphere held an eerie air of domesticity as she ladled stew into a wooden bowl
EvanThe moon was beginning to descend, and that meant that soon the sun would rise. Too soon for my liking as I followed Frank through the cemetery.“The Knights really had a cache here?” My brow arched in doubt, but he didn’t so much as look back as he blazed on ahead. “In a public cemetery?”“A mausoleum,” he specified. “Knights coming and going would’ve just seemed like family members of the departed, and no one but those with authorization would have access. Seemed pretty perfect at the time.”He gestured ahead, and sure enough there was an old mausoleum, overgrown with vines and half covered in moss.“So why do you think they abandoned it, if it was so perfect?” I watched him warily as he pulled a key from the chain around his neck and used it to unlock the tomb.It seemed . . . convenient, and I had to wonder if it was really abandoned, or if the Knights of Testament had their suspicions that Frank was hiding nearby, and they hoped they could draw him out.They had apparently t
HelaineA groan of protest left my body before my eyes deigned to flutter open. My head was pounding, and my mouth felt impossibly dry.A black spider with spindly legs skittered across my field of vision, but I was too exhausted to scramble away from it like I might’ve otherwise done if I were coherent enough to be afraid.My body felt unreasonably heavy when I tried to adjust myself into a sitting position, and it became clear exactly why when I looked over my shoulder to see the whitish feathers, sticky and flecked red, matted together with dried blood.Choking out a ragged sigh, I rolled my head back as I tried to rub the pain out of my aching throat. If the wings were real, then everything that happened to me last night was real.And Evan . . . well, I had no idea where he was, which meant that he probably had no idea where I was.Hell, I didn’t even know where I was.Getting to my feet was a struggle with the added weight of the extra limbs now protruding from my back, but it wa
Evan“I’m coming Helaine,” I whispered as I made my way down the porch steps. “I promise I’ll find you.”It was a promise I intended to keep. Valek didn’t strike me as one to keep a low profile—there’d probably be a trail of corpses once I got close enough to whatever den of horrors she was calling home these days.Only . . . I didn’t have a clue where to start looking, and there wasn’t time for me to go chasing my tail without any direction trying to find her.Whatever was happening to Helaine after she used her powers, it was obviously some kind of transformation. I didn’t know what I was going to find when I did finally catch up with her.But she was out there somewhere. I could feel it in what remained of my soul that she was still alive, but with her in Valek’s custody it was impossible to say for certain what to expect.What I didn’t expect was for Frank’s door to open behind me, creaking in protest when he followed me outside. “Kid,” he called after me, a desperate edge to his