K A Knight - [Her Monsters 01] - Rage Page 8

“Dume,” I grit out, my nose ring heating from the steam, which is almost pouring from my nose at this point. My need to get to my mate so extreme, it’s all that’s driving my beast and me.

  “Erm, yes Mr. Dume. Do you need me to get your bags? We can be in the air within the next thirty minutes, all pre-flight checks—”

  “Stop talking,” I order as I push past him, and climb up the stairs and into the plane. It's posh, I'll give the bastard that. Business must be good.

  It has six plush seats spread out along its length, two of them facing the front and the other four facing each other. All in accents of cream and gold. There is even a mini bar at the back with a door, no doubt leading to the bathroom. Choosing a seat farthest in the back and away from the humans, I slide into it grimacing as the seat creaks under my weight. It's not comfortable, not for a guy my size, but it will do. I’ve had a lot worse, that is for sure, I can handle this. I can handle anything as long as it gets me to her.

  “Mr. Dume, Mr. Tireno said you would want this,” the out of breath man addresses me as he drags a large, black bag down the aisle. Panting, he drops it at my feet with a thud. I incline my head and he runs back to the front of the plane, shutting the door and heading to the cockpit, giving me the privacy and silence I so desperately want.

  Going from imprisonment to all the smells, sounds, and sights of this world is taking its toll. My head is pounding, my skin feels tight, and my beast wants out—to explore.

  Rolling my shoulders, I crack my neck before leaning down and unzipping the bag. I grin when I spot my weapons—the only things I have ever owned—laying in wait for me. Not bad, blood sucker. I will have to remind myself to thank him, since not just anybody could have gotten these for me. No doubt the witches took them and hid them away. I stroke the stained and tarnished pummels of my two dadao swords. The gold was inlaid by the very best, a gift from my queen for winning every match. A matched pair, like she called her and me. One of the only times she gave me anything of meaning, not just more nightmares and scars.

  “Here, my warrior. I got you something,” she murmurs, sliding from the silk sheets and tying the long, blood-red robe closed at the middle. It gapes at the top, showing off her ample chest. Something I know she is doing on purpose. The sight should arouse me, but I am nothing but a bull for her. Something to fuck, her walk on the dark side. To get out all her base impulses. At first I was flattered, but she soon made it clear she thought of me as nothing but an animal. Another toy for her to fuck, and then kill in front of her people. The anger and resentment burning through me is treacherous, something I can never let out, not with the bindings on me. Instead, I show her through my fucking how much I hate her. How easily I could kill her if not for her witches. She loved every second of it. No doubt putting on a show for her husband lying in the next room. Everything is a game to my queen and she is the fucking best at it.

  She returns with a black felt cloth, obviously wrapped around something heavy as she struggles before laying it on the bottom of the bed. Sitting up slowly, I let the sheet pool at my hips and her eyes dart down and she licks her lips, the image sending a bolt of disgust through me, making me scrunch up my nose even as I lean forward and open the present. I learned the hard way what turning my nose up at her would do.

  Inside are two beautiful dadao swords. The pummels gold with threads tied around, my ancestors’ symbols painted there. The steel is strong and sure, and when I run my finger down one of the edges it cuts through my skin like butter, something no weapon should be able to do.

  “Do you like them? I got them from one of your kind. He didn't want to part with them, called them heirlooms of his forgotten people, but he had no choice.” She claps like it's the greatest thing in the world that she just told me about the slaughter of one of my kind, like that was a gift to me. I nod in agreement, I learned to just agree, even as the control chafes against me. “You are supposed to say ‘yes, my queen.’ Now, kiss me in thanks. Show me exactly how gratefully you are for your presents,” she orders, her chest already rising and falling faster in desire as her lips part on a pant. Dropping the sword carefully, I wrap them back up before sitting up on my knees, the sheet leaving me completely bare as I move before her, grab her hair, and pull it tight. The pain makes her eyes widen as a needy moan slips out. Oh yes, my queen likes my hate and punishment. She drinks it up and tonight, I am going to show her exactly how fucking much I hate her. How her touch makes my skin crawl even as her magic forced me to do her bidding.

  These swords have stood with me through it all. Through the rise and fall of kingdoms, through the slaughter of my people. They have tasted blood throughout the centuries, my queen’s, my enemies’, innocents’. All in the name of staying alive, and they will taste it yet again if anyone touches what is mine. I fought like a beast when it was ordered—imagine what I will do when it comes to something I love.

  First light hits the road behind me as I leave civilisation once again and head into the trees. The vision of my mate, Dawn, has only made me more determined than ever to find her. Her beauty was without compare, but it was the spirit, the determination in her gaze as she held mine that keeps running through my head. Even as a child, people bowed their eyes to me. I have a feeling she never will, and the thought excites me and challenges my dragon. He wants to know what it would take for her to kneel at my feet. I want to kneel at hers. Partners. Equals.

  That is what we will be, when I find her at least. I can almost feel the danger closing in, circling her. Drawn to her like I am. Her strength, her unique tasting power, calling to us all until we are with her. Until they eat her up and destroy her. Not that I will ever let them, they will never touch her again. She has been hurt too much for any one lifetime.

  My fists clench when I recall what she told me of her life, but I know it hasn't broken her. In fact, it only seems to have made her stronger.

  Walking through the trees, I let nature soothe me until I step out onto the hill. The sun chasing me at my back and warming my skin, but never touching the darkness that is a pit inside me. Where the souls of the lost and the damned reside.

  I wonder what her soul would taste like, would she give it all to me? Would she stare into the darkness in my heart and accept it? I hope so, because I am not giving her any other choice.

  Letting the change run through me, the pain pulls at my body like an old friend until, with a muted roar, my wings burst from my back, spreading across the clearing with the wide wingspan. My lineage afforded me a large dragon form even if my powers, as my father called them, weren't traditional. He called me an omen. The only dragon to ever eat souls, to blow darkness from my snout, not fire. The darkness from beyond coming to either save, or kill us, for our deeds. I guess he finally got to see which when we fell.

  Raising my muzzle to the sky, I suck in the air, tasting the wind as I push off and soar into the cloud above. Darkness once again walks the earth—will I save or will I destroy this time? Only time will tell.

  Straddling my Harley, I pull on my helmet. I could have taken my car but I prefer the freedom of the bike, and I can almost burst from it at a moment’s notice if there is an attack. It offers a quick getaway, something you need around the council. The engine rumbles beneath me as I head through the city and onto the road leading through the surrounding forest.

  The council chose to live alone, out here, secluded. They say it’s for safety, but I think they retreated from this world. Choosing to send out their minions like me to do their work for them, while they sit in their castle, moving around pawns like the world is a chessboard.

  I let the air soothe my nerves, which are clambering with every mile closer I get to their dominion. At least in the city I am free from their prying eyes in a way, but here I have no choice except to play their games.

  When I drive up outside the wrought iron gates, I pull off my helmet and stare into the camera as the scanner reads my blood work and processes it. With a click, the gates slowly open and I pull throu
gh. Not bothering with parking or heading to the garage, I leave my bike at the bottom of the steps leading to the monstrosity that is their base.

  A fountain sputters to life behind me as I face the big, double cream doors, two pillars frame it on either side. A mix between castle and mansion, it has two turrets on each side of the massive sixty room house. With two council meeting rooms, a dungeon, a gym, a training center, and much more. For most it's a haven, a place they dream of coming. Of getting a job within our ruling body. For monsters like me it's a trap, a nightmare of softly spoken barbs and punishments.

  The doors open and Yoln, the council’s bitch, steps out. His sour face pursed in disgust as he takes me in from top to bottom.

  “You are late,” he scolds, before turning and marching back inside.

  This should be fucking fun, let's hope they haven't decided to finally kill me. I would hate to get blood on my new boots.

  Walking through the city, I let our bond guide me. Our mating link has only gotten stronger with each touch, kiss, and shared power transfusion—something I don't think she even knows she is doing. This morning I had planned to tell her what she was, but when I woke she had already left. I didn't hear her, a testament to how much power and energy she took from me last night during our lovemaking.

  Leaving the body of the man whom the room belonged to on the floor, I double-checked to make sure there was nothing left behind to link us to his death. Not that they would find us anyway. She is dead and I don't exist, but blood and hair can be used for far worse reasons. Not to mention if the humans tested it, it would create panic. Some know we live among them, but we have a treaty of sorts, a protection. We stay out of the light and out of trouble, and they pretend we don’t exist.

  When the room was clean, well, apart from the dead man, I left in search of her. She needs to know what she is so she can tackle the growing and hunger pangs, which will result from her new form. It’s been a long time since I have even heard anyone mention of her new form, so this is new to me. From what I remember, they are powerful, but with that power comes the need to draw energy from others, which can occur through a mate bond, including kissing and sex, or from a person...not voluntarily.

  I catch her power residue outside an upscale restaurant, but the trail is old. Following the tugging sensation in my chest, which happens whenever she isn't around, I head inside a clothing shop. It is stronger in here, but also confusing, like she is everywhere.

  I scan the store and ignore the gawking sales women who watch me with desire and moneybags in their eyes, and head upstairs in search of my little monster. I wonder what trouble she is creating now.

  I reach a section of dresses and scantily clad mannequins, and I know I am getting close. Wandering around aimlessly, I search the shoppers for a sign of her bright blonde hair. I am just passing a changing room built into the back of the shop when a pale arm darts out, grabs my hand, and tugs me inside.

  Without waiting, she is on me and I react instantly. There is nothing like the feel of my mate in my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist as I fall back into the changing room wall, and her mouth meets mine as she kisses me hard before pulling away. A smile curls up those lips of hers as her eyes slowly bleed to black. I don't think she even realises that her hunger and the mating instinct is guiding her right now, and I have no intention of telling her, not yet.

  First, my little monster will take everything and anything from me that she wants. I am hers, mind, body, and soul. She could suck every drop of energy from me and I wouldn't die, but I would gladly let her do it.

  "Little Monster," I rasp as she hops down.

  My eyes narrow as she moves away from me, but she grabs me and pushes me onto the sofa in the corner of the spacious changing room. I sprawl back, watching her hungrily as she strips off her little dress to show me the lacey, almost see-through, white bra and thong covering her body. A mirror placed on the wall behind her shows me that perky little ass of hers as she struts towards me on high heels, and the sight makes my mouth dry and it’s hard to speak.

  She is perfection wrapped up in a small, dangerous package. When she straddles me, my hands go to her hips, but she grabs them and pins them to the sofa above of me. If she wants control, she can have it. She can have everything.

  That same heat and hunger courses through my body again, pulling me towards Nos as I rub my panty-clad pussy over the hard bulge in his jeans. I sensed him when he entered the store and I laid in wait, knowing he would find me. I set a trap for my monster, but he doesn't seem to care. Instead, he watches me with such hunger that I moan and throw my head back, rubbing against him. Needing everything he has.

  Anyone could walk in, anyone could find us, and I don't think they would appreciate us fucking inside their changing rooms, but it only makes me hotter. The idea of someone watching has me reaching up and undoing my new bra, before letting it drop to the floor next to us.

  He keeps his hands above his head, and his eyes turn bright white in an instant as he takes in my body. His jaw clenches as he grinds his teeth, no doubt from the pressure to remain still, to not touch me. I know because I feel it too. The need to mark his body with mine, to touch every inch until no skin remains that I haven't claimed.

  "Little Monster," he says in warning when I just continue to rub against him.

  Grinning, I lean down until our mouths nearly touch. "Feeling desperate, my horned god?" I whisper against his lips before I kiss him.

  Our tongues tangle as I continue to rock against his jeans. I can feel the tension in his body and I decide to stop teasing us both. Leaning back, I break our kiss and lift myself up so I can kick off my panties. Bare before him, I almost whimper when his eyes greedily take in all my flesh as he sinks his teeth into his lower lip, making blood well from the force.

  I lean forward at the sight and lick it away. "Only I get to make you bleed," I scold as I lean back, and lift myself so I’m hovering over him. Reaching between us, I flick open his jeans and push them down. He raises his hips and wiggles until the fabric lies tangled around his feet. I groan when I notice he’s commando, his hard cock begging and pulsing for me already.

  Licking my lips, I watch him as I run my hands down my own body, tweaking my nipples as I go before I reach my already dripping wet pussy. I spread my knees farther and run my fingers down my pussy lips, making him groan.

  "Show me, Little Monster," he orders, still trying to control me even though he lies helpless below me.

  I spread my thighs wider, almost painfully so, as I open myself to him. His eyes drop to my fingers playing with my pussy and he groans again, the sound long and loud, reverberating around the room. Dipping my fingers into my empty pussy, I fuck myself on them before pulling out and rubbing my clit, while my hips rock as I watch him.

  His hands grip the top of the sofa, and I don't think he’s even noticed his nails have changed into claws and are ripping holes in the material while he keeps himself still below me. Moving my hands away from my pussy, I circle my nipples with my wetness and he follows the movements with his eyes and I moan, dropping my head back while I play with my own body.

  Panting now, with sweat dripping down my skin, I look back at him. "Taste me," I command breathlessly, needing his mouth on me.

  He leans up greedily as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, tasting myself on it, as he groans and sucks harder. Throwing my head back again, I grip his hair, holding him against me as I rub my pussy on his hard cock. He thrusts up, making me gasp as he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

  When he's licked me clean he pulls away, drawing a whimper from my mouth. With his eyes on mine, he reaches between us and runs his fingers down my wet pussy, circling my hole but never touching me where I need him to before he comes back up and paints my wetness along my chest again. Leaning forward, he follows the path with his tongue, then nips at the underside of my breast.

  I reach down and grab his hard cock, and line up him at my entrance
before sinking slowly onto him, his length stretching me as I writhe on top of him. When he's buried deep, he pulls out and thrusts back in, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth at the same time.

  Gripping his shoulders, I dig my nails into his skin and draw blood, trying to hold on as we rock together. He bites down hard on my nipple, making me nearly scream.

  Nos pulls away and I see his teeth imprint around my poor, abused nipple, but I don't have time to complain because his hands grab my hips and he helps me move. He lifts and drops me faster and harder as he thrusts up into me at the same time. The couch creaks dangerously from our combined weight, but I ignore it, keeping my eyes on his as his claws pierce my skin. I love the mix of pain and pleasure when we are together, and when I feel my blood dripping down my hips I groan and rock faster, chasing my release.

  Lifting myself, I drop down hard, grinding my pussy on his cock before leaning up and dropping again. We are both panting, sweaty messes, with blood running from his shoulders and my hips.

  "Little Monster," he groans, his voice tight.

  "Yes," I cry out when he reaches down and presses hard on my clit at the same time as he thrusts up, throwing me over the edge. I come with a scream, uncaring that people can hear me, as I shake on top of him while he keeps fucking in and out of my clamping pussy until he comes too. Darting forward, he bites my shoulder to muffle his yell as he holds me to him, his cock pumping his cum inside of me.

  We both ride it out before slumping against each other, breathing heavily while we come back down from the bliss.

  "You were following me?" I ask, grinning at him even though my voice is breathless.

  He lays back and pulls me down on top of him, making us both groan before he slips from inside of me. "Yes."

  "Why?" I press, not that I’m bothered.

  "I know what you are, Little Monster," he offers.