“Umm…”
His hands trailed up my thighs, pulling my legs apart, his fingers clasping me firmly. “Answer me.”
Godsdamn, that authoritative tone almost made me whimper.
“By feeding,” I breathed out.
His mouth hovered right over my clit. I could feel his breath over it like it was a gentle touch. I had to resist the urge to grab him and shove him against me. If he had hair on his head, I would’ve had my fingers buried in the strands.
“And how do you feed, Black Widow?”
My attention and desire stuttered at the name. My eyes snapped down to his where he was looking up at me with challenge. “Stop calling me that.”
“That’s who you are.”
I swallowed hard, clenching my teeth. “I know what you’re doing.”
He smirked. “Is that so?” he asked before lazily dragging a finger across my folds and making me bite down on my lip.
Anger seemed to latch onto my desire, fueling me with even more heat than before. “You want me to come to terms with it. To admit that I’m this...this thing.”
“Mmm. Tell me what you are,” he demanded.
“I’m a monster.”
I propelled off the wall and Tomb got to his feet and circled around me. He moved closer and closer until his chest was pressing against my back. He swept my red hair over my shoulder and grabbed the curve of my waist. “You’re not a monster. You’re the Black Widow. Your demon is not something to be feared or hated. Your demon makes you stronger. Now admit to me what it wants. What you want, and what you’re too afraid to say.”
“I want to fucking kill, okay?” I snapped, my voice piercing the tiny room. “All this damn spider wants right now is for you to fuck me hard and deep so that we can latch onto your essence and drain you dry while my fangs are buried so far in your throat all you can do is groan into my ear as you die.”
I was panting with the admission. Shame burning my face, lust still boiling in my gut. Hunger throbbing with my arousal.
“Mmm, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” he growled in my ear, and my pulse jumped when his hand on my waist started to travel down until he finally connected with my clit. My body flinched against him at the sudden pleasure, and my arm swung up to curl around his neck behind me.
“Fucking psychopathic gargoyle,” I said, but the words turned into more of a moan.
“At least I’ve accepted what I am,” he countered.
My moan turned into a squeal when I was suddenly lifted in the air and my center was planted against his mouth. My hands flew to his shoulders to balance myself, and the continuous stream of rambling and doubt in my head disappeared with each skilled strike of his tongue.
He lapped me up, gliding his tongue up and down my slit while easing my thigh over his shoulder so he could get a better taste. And fuck if it didn’t feel incredible.
My entire body shook, and I was barely aware of him setting me down onto the floor, careful to make sure my naked body was placed on top of the soft padding of my webs. Then he was right back to it, feasting on me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
I’d never been savored like this. I wasn’t thinking about my victims, my shame, or my new reality. I wasn’t even consumed with my hunger anymore. All I could think about was him. Tomb moved with a calculated aggression that contradicted the safety and care I felt in his arms.
“Fuck, Tomb,” I groaned when he hummed against my clit. I vibrated with pleasure that was spiking up higher every time his tongue moved over me. “I need…”
“What do you need?” he asked, his hard body sliding up over mine.
Webs started to spin from my fingertips, but I curled them into fists, trying to stop it. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to hold her at bay, my entire body shaking with the effort.
“Come out to play, Black Widow.”
Tomb’s dark voice made my concentration slip. “No,” I gritted, a tear escaping the corner of my closed eye.
“Yes,” he replied, and then his fingers were splaying over my folds, parting me, while his cock slid up and down my clit with firm, measured strokes.
“I can’t,” I cried. I saw all those humans that I’d drained. Their unblinking eyes. The gaping wounds in their necks. The way I’d stolen their essences and left them nothing but husks.
“I want her. I want you,” he said huskily, his strong body poised above me. “All of you, and she’s a part of you now.”
I shook my head and fisted my hands in the webs beneath me.
“Let go,” he ordered.
“But—”
“Let go.”
And I broke.
Like a tether pulled too tightly. Or a silky strand of a spiderweb suddenly snapping.
The spider inside of me rushed to the surface. My eyes flashed with hunger. My fangs elongated. My nails grew. More webs shot out, covering the room, and pungent pulses of luring pheromones seeped from my skin.
And instead of showing fear, instead of trying to get away, Tomb fucking grinned.
“There you are, Widdy.”
“Fuck me,” I heard my spider-demon demand in my voice.
With his grin still firmly in place, his hand came up and wrapped around my throat, right over my hourglass mark, his touch digging into my windpipe. I hissed, baring my fangs that dripped with venom.
“I’ll fuck you, Widow. And I’ll feed you, too.”
The demon hummed in approval, and my hand trailed down his stomach until my fingers curled around the velvety skin of his cock. He was all dark skin and delicious length, heavy and hard and
