K A Knight - [Her Monsters 01] - Rage Page 4

  “Fuck, you taste like life and death,” he murmurs, as I push my pussy onto his face.

  My head smacks back into the tree as I wiggle, but his arm across my stomach is like steel and keeps me still. He doesn't tease me or proceed gently, he sucks on my clit, nibbles on it, all the while his fingers dig into my thigh hard.

  “More,” I demand.

  He lets go of my thigh and thrusts two fingers into me without warning, the bite of pain making me buck against him. His arm across my middle moves and I fall forward. He catches me and throws me to the ground, my back meeting it with a thump and he jumps onto me, thrusting my legs apart and forcing his head into my pussy. Gripping onto his antlers, I watch as those black holes watch me. Fuck. His fingers thrust back into me, his tongue rolls around my clit. My breasts are neglected so I reach up and tweak my nipples, but stop when I hear a noise. Tilting my head back I spot the snake from earlier, he slithers through the grass stopping at Nos’s side. He tilts his head towards it, like he’s talking to it even with his tongue deep in my cunt. The snake nods and turns to me, slithering back through the grass.

  “Hands above your head,” Nos murmurs, before diving back in. I do as I'm told, for once.

  The snake coils around them, binding them together, making me gasp with the feeling of the cool scales against my skin.

  “I am the god of animals,” he mutters, and I frown in confusion before he lifts his head and his tongue darts out. It looks normal, but then it splits down the middle, forked like a snake. Oh fuck.

  He grins and leans back down, and I gasp at the first feel of it. Shit, shit, shit. Writhing against the floor, I’m helpless as he fucks me with his tongue and fingers.

  I pant and then moan when his tongue licks me from the top of my pussy down to my ass. He circles that hole, making me push against his face. He presses the cold edge of the skull against my clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of me hard as his forked tongue darts into my hole. It sends me careening over the edge. I scream into the night, pushing against my monster as he rides me through my orgasm.

  I still feel edgy in my skin, but it relieved some tension I didn’t know I was carrying. He pulls away and I lay back on the ground, smiling into the night sky. The snake uncoils from my hands and slithers away as Nos climbs up my body.

  “What else can you do?” I murmur, and he chuckles against me.

  “I guess you will have to find out, little monster.” He kisses my nose before nudging my face to the side. I turn my head and spot the dead body of the man, it should bother me that I just got finger fucked next to a dead man, but it doesn't. Nos kisses my neck gently before pulling away again.

  “Night is nearly over,” he comments and I sigh.

  “Yes, which means I need to get back before they all wake up,” I reply, stroking his skull.

  “What will you do?” he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

  “Make them pay,” I reply sweetly. His lips turn up into a grin and I smirk back.

  Little monster indeed.

  I have an idea of what she might be, but I can't tell her just yet. Not until I am sure. She thinks I am letting her go, but she couldn't be more wrong. She is mine and the taste of her on my tongue only cements that. For her, my little monster, I will go back into the human world. I will hunt her through the city, and she will be mine before her hunt for vengeance is through.

  She blows me a kiss like I am a child, and climbs into the car of the man she sucked the soul from, the remains of his body scattered around the clearing. I watch from the darkness as she backs away, turning the lights on and illuminating my position before leaving the forest, and driving back to the road, taking my cold heart with her.

  The tugging starts immediately, calling me to follow her. Soon it will become painful to be away from her but before then, I have jobs to do to keep my mate safe. Then the hunt is on and she will be mine.

  I follow alongside her for as long as the forest will allow, moving through the trees as fast as I can. I see her lips quirk as she sees me, before speeding up. I do the same until I reach the curve in the forest. The road arcs away and I watch as she leaves me behind. A roar leaves my lips unbidden, my animal wanting to destroy everything in my way to get to her. I hold it back, just. Gripping onto the tree, my fingers break through the bark, and blood-red sap crawls along my hand.

  With more restraint than I realised I had, I turn away and slip away, back into the forest and the night. My focus on getting everything ready as fast as I can, to meet her in the city. The thought of chasing her has me licking my lips. She makes the best kind of prize. The image of her spread out beneath me, those lush tits pointing into the night sky as she pulls my fully shifted face closer to her wet pussy has me rock hard again.

  I slip through the forest as fast as I can, my changed legs making it easier until I reach my cave. I force the shift back and stride in, nude and human. I pack up quickly and send out a warning message to the animals that I am leaving, my magic, which has saturated into the forest, will protect it and them while I am gone.

  Grimacing, I slip into the restrictive clothing humans love so much and those feet coverings that cut off the feel of nature beneath my toes. Grabbing the bag, I make my way to the cave entrance and the sheet covered bike hidden there. I found it abandoned over five years ago, it still runs smoothly and it is the only human treasure I allow myself to enjoy. I might not enjoy the cities and their restrictive feeling, but being on the back of that beast roaring through nature does have its perks.

  Ripping back the sheet, I pat my steel baby and climb aboard. Time to hunt my mate.

  Driving away from the forest, and Nos, has my heart pounding and a dull ache starting in the bottom of my stomach, but I grip the wheel tighter and carry on. I lose control of the car as shooting pains start down my whole body. Screaming in agony, I pull over and fall from the car. My body is shaking and breaking. Something feels like it’s trying to break free from my skin, like I’m bursting. I don't know how long I lie there in agony, but when I finally open my eyes again, I groan. Fuck, that hurt. My eyes rove over the sun starting to rise, shit, I need to get back before then.

  Racing through the empty roads as first light chases me, I manage to work my way through the city before it fully hits the sky, the dark still clinging to the day. Pulling up outside, I toss the keys on the ground and make my way into the building. The receptionist, Ryan I think his name is, a cute younger lad gapes at me in horror and I remember I’m covered in blood and not wearing pants. Awkward. He stumbles from the desk, still wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

  "Are- you- are you okay?" he rushes out, his eyes running down me before his cheeks heat and he looks away. Huh, I’m guessing he’s shy. Poor kid. "Do you live here?" he asks, obviously remembering his job, but really.

  He stares at me every time I come down here, which admittedly has been less and less frequent, but even then, he should recognise me. Am I really that dirty? I spot the bathroom at the edge and sigh. "Be right back," I say and dart inside, getting ready to be horrified by my appearance.

  The harsh lighting has me blinking as I spot the sinks and make my way over, and when I lean in to see myself in the mirror I freeze, a little scream erupting from my mouth. I slap my hand over the strange, unfamiliar lips and stare wide-eyed. What the fuck? Leaning closer I move from side to side and the person in the reflection does the same. I pinch my skin next before slapping myself. Okay, ouch. I look back at the mirror and gulp. No wonder the poor boy stared.

  I’m a dude, not in a dramatic sense. I am an actual man. Not just a random man either, I’m the spitting image of the man lying dead in pieces in the forest.

  Okay, don't freak out. Breathing deeply I push my panic down and curiosity gets the better of me. Lifting the tails of the shirt I poke the flaccid cock between my legs. Yep, I have a dick. My eyes jerking to the rest of the room I grin, I have always wondered...

  Wrapping my hands around the soft cock I give it a pump or two, and
it starts to harden. I watch it in wonder as I pump until it is hard. Well shit. Is it weird if I jerk myself off as the guy I just sucked to death? Probably. Ah, I bet the poor guy was wondering why I wandered in with my Percy the Pirate swinging in the wind and covered in blood.

  I’m more worried about why I’m a guy, but beggars can't be choosers. The door opens and I hide my hard cock against the cold sink, jerking at the feeling as a man stops at the door and throws me a weird look. His waiter uniform crinkles as he shakes his head and kicks open a stall. What an ass, ain't he ever seen a dude who is really a girl pulling his ding dong before? Please. Letting go of my dick I grip onto the sink as that same agony from before runs through me, oh shit! I clamp my mouth shut and hold on tight. I manage to stay on my feet this time, but I’m exhausted, like bone weary.

  Checking in the mirror, I see my own reflection grinning back at me. Well at least that’s one thing. I hear the toilet flush and busy myself cleaning up in the sink the best I can. The guy struts back out but freezes when he spots me. He stares at me in confusion before looking around the toilet.

  "Fuck, I gotta stop drinking on the job," he mutters, too low for any human to pick up, but I do. Hiding my smile, I wait until he leaves before shutting off the sink and strutting back out. The same poor receptionist kid is gawking at me, obviously as confused as the waiter, but I just wink and stroll to the elevator like I own the joint.

  He doesn't stop me, probably wondering if he was seeing things when I first walked in. Slipping into the private wooden and gold elevator, I hit penthouse and enter the code. Humming along to the elevator music I debate my next step. First, I need pants. Now, I hate pants as much as the next person, but I’m starting to get strange looks with my lady jane hanging out, plus it’s super breezy.

  The elevator stops with a jerk and the ding sounds, and the golden-mirrored doors open up straight into the penthouse. I peek out of them, but when I spot the mess left behind, I snort. Typical.

  People are passed out everywhere, waiters, servers, men, and prostitutes. Lingerie is flung around, as are other assortments of clothes. The leftover food covers every surface, as does empty bottles and glasses. Looks like they had one hell of a party after hiding my dead body.

  Strolling through I grab a half drank bottle of vodka and start swigging. I tilt my head and grin, as I grab a bag Tim keeps in the hallway cupboard. I begin to gather up all the weapons I can find as well as clothes, because why the fuck not? I woke up naked, so should they.

  Leaving my stash by the front door, I make my way down the hallway humming to myself. Our, no, his bedroom door is open so I slip inside. Well shit, I grin and snap a picture. How adorable. Tim is cuddled around two of his men, don’t get me wrong I like a bit of man on man at the best of times, but he’s obviously hiding it for a reason and you never know when it will come in handy.

  I quickly pack up as much shit as I can and sneak out before they wake up. Tim’s office doors stands open and I hesitate for a moment before shooting back the vodka and pushing my way in.

  I stroll around, running my hand over the spines of books until I accidentally catch one and it falls out, and something matte black hides behind it. Well, well, well what do we have here? I carefully remove the others and stack them on the side, grinning when I spot the hidden safe. What a shit place to hide it, it’s like the first place people look.

  I press random numbers, guessing them, but it keeps blinking red. Shit. I need to get out of here before they all wake up and come up with a plan, but I really want to know what’s so important he feels the need to hide it in his protected penthouse apartment.

  I look at my hand on the safe and grin, I do seem to have more strength than before. Hell, I held that guy up without breaking a sweat...I wonder.

  Gripping the lever I yank with all my strength and go flying on my ass, with the door clutched in my hand. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out, I could get used to this shit. Throwing it to the side I jump to my feet, grinning.

  “My precious,” I murmur, and stick my head into the safe. “Well, well, well what do we have here?”

  I stack up the money and jewels, planning to take them, but the folders and paperwork I flip through catch my attention. My smile growing as I look at each one.

  “Oh, you have been a bad boy Timmy.”

  I grab it all and humming my way through the apartment, I shove it into my bags at the door. Now, I need to figure out somewhere to stay while I plan my next step. A plan forms in my head as I grab my bags and ride the elevator down to the reception floor. I slip into the bathroom and shimmy into a short black dress with a jewel collar and sheer shirt. I need a shower, but that will have to wait. Time to work.

  Plan Kill the Bastard is underway.

  Smashing through the forest, I let my roar warn other predators of my approach and to get out of my way, I don’t have the patience to fuck around with anyone today. My nose ring jangles as I charge and I manage to cover five miles in about ten minutes. Lingering on the outskirts of the little village, I force the change back into my human form and stand there naked, watching.

  Tilting my head back, I suck in a breath and roar when I smell witches. The cloying stink of their tainted magic swirls through my nose. My eyes focus on a woman walking into a cottage away from the rest of the village. She smells like the enemy and the truck sitting outside gives me the excuse I need. Striding through the night, I reach her cottage and kick down the door.

  The woman turns, already whispering under her breath as an ice ball hits where I just was. Speeding through the room with a roar, I ram into her before she can finish her incantations. Slamming her into the wall, I pin her there, allowing the change to come over me slowly. I see the anger drain from her eyes, replaced with terror, as she realises who I am.

  “No, we trapped you,” she whispers, her voice shaking. I throw back my head and roar before lowering it slowly, huffing into her face.

  “Not anymore.” Pushing forward, I impale her on my horns and twist, ripping her insides as she screams. It serves her right, they all need to pay for what they did to me...what they did to all of us. Traitors. Killers. Violators. The words run through my head as I shred her to pieces. When my anger retreats and she is nothing but a bloody mess on the floor, I change back and step away.

  I shower here, washing away the blood before searching the house, and finding a stash of her partner’s clothes. They are a bit tight but they will do. I grab the car keys and her money on the way out, and slip inside her truck.

  Flipping open her phone, I dial the number I was once told a long time ago. It rings through straight away. “Carmichael, your pain is our pleasure,” comes a deep voice, rumbling over the speaker as I pull away from the house.

  “You once told me you owed me a favour, Mike.” I keep my eyes on the road and grin when there is a deep inhale over the speaker.

  “Well fuck, I thought they killed your crazy ass.” Carmichael laughs, making me huff.

  “They couldn't even if they wanted to, I am calling in my favour,” I point out, speeding up, the tug becoming more demanding.

  “Of course, the outcasts are at your service,” he answers immediately. I knew there was a reason I didn't kill him all those years ago, bloody slimy vampire.

  “I need a plane and I need one now. I have the mate call and she is in danger,” I grit out, even saying the words seems like treason. A minotaur with a mate? They will kill us both. Gripping the wheel tighter, I try to ignore the tension running through my body at being away from her.

  “It will be done.” I hear him talking to someone in the background before he types on the computer. I don’t bother filling the silence. “Got your location, head north to an old abandoned airstrip called Reinlor, my men will meet you there. And Dume? Congratulations, no monster deserves it more,” he replies honestly.

  I end the call and concentrate on the road, imagining what my mate might look like, not that I really care as long as she is fierce.


  A warrior, like me. I hope she is, or we have no chance of surviving this world.

  Warrior, kneel. The voice floats in my mind and I throw both swords into the sand, kneeling so low my horns ram into the floor, my golden armor shining in the light, even covered in blood as it is.

  I hear the crowd roar, stomping their feet at the bloodshed held for their amusement. I am the best, The Beast of Cornacadia. The queen's own personal monster, one created just for her. Even as they worship me, they fear me. I can smell it on the air, feel it in my bones. They flinch when they look at me, talk like I am not there.

  “The Beast of Cornacadia!” the queen shouts, standing on the dais and soaking in the worship, her witch guards spread around her with their hoods up. Fucking scum, they are the reason I am not truly free. I was born with three shifts, yet I am locked into this one. Never to walk as a man again. I was seduced, I was tricked, and it cost me everything. My beast pulls at his chains, wanting to slaughter them all, even though he cannot disobey his queen.

  Her eyes find mine like she can feel my anger and hatred, the same eyes that once gazed at my mortal form with longing and love, even as her husband glared at me from his deathbed. I lower my head once again, looking at the blood in the sands—another massacre at my hands. Another battle won, but how many until my beast decides he has enough of servitude and breaks free? The last cost me a form, what would this cost me?

  Slamming my hand into the wheel and denting it, I push back the horrors of my past, choosing to try and ignore my regret. I know what it cost, it cost me my freedom, but at least I got some payback before I was bound and forgotten. I force myself to concentrate on driving, something I experienced only through Carmichael’s memories when I fed him. He was thrown into my pit as punishment not five years ago. Instead of killing him, I allowed him to feed. He shared his memories of the world and taught me much. He tried to free me, but could not. In the end, I told him to leave, hope once again abandoning me. It seems the fates had a plan after all.