“I think you like that I’m not making this easy for you,” he went on. “You like riding my thick, hard cock and being fucking owned.”
I was going to come just from his filthy mouth. I rocked my hips back and forth as he continued to fuck me, my hands splayed down on his chest. I was being impaled on top of him, hitting a spot so deep inside of me that I hadn’t even known was there. And as he continued to deny me his blood that called to me, my spider was both infuriated at the challenge he was flexing, and thrilled by it.
She lashed out again, this time trying to sink into the skin visible on his wrist, but faster than a blink, he changed that too. Pretty soon, his entire body was solid stone.
I came again, by the sheer ferocity of his thrusts, but it wasn’t enough. I needed his blood. I needed every part of his life flooding into me. I bared my teeth at him, probably looking as demented as the hell my demon came from. “Let me drink,” my spider and I demanded.
Tomb pinched my clit hard. So fucking hard. And I came in the most violent, ecstatic orgasm I’d ever had in my whole godsdamned life.
And then, just as Tomb’s balls tightened and he started to shoot hot ropes of cum inside of me, my bitch of a spider yanked. She pulled on his thread of life so hard that his breath was stolen from his chest.
One second, he was pumping his release, and the next, his string snapped away from the center of his soul, and he was drained of all life.
Tomb’s hard, glorious body collapsed against mine while he was still buried deep inside of me.
And just like that, the gargoyle was dead.
And I was still thirsty.
Chapter 8
I was surrounded by webs.
They dangled from the ceiling, stretched from wall to wall, some pulled taut, and some hanging listlessly down. There were intricate designs in each woven thread, and every inch of the room had been covered in them.
Every inch...except where Tomb’s cold, lifeless body lay.
I stared at it, my knees tucked against my chest. I was naked still, and the remnants of our fucking were dry and crusted against the insides of my thighs. But my eyes wouldn’t stop watering.
Tomb was dead. I’d killed him. Me.
I couldn’t blame his death solely on my spider, because I’d participated too. Unlike every other time, I’d fucked him right along with her, and I’d enjoyed every second.
My eyes travelled over his body, which had returned to skin not long after he’d died. There were so many scars on him that I couldn’t keep count—I knew this because I kept trying to count them all anyway, but then I’d lose track and have to start over again.
He’d wanted this. I kept trying to remind myself of that fact, but it didn’t help. Not at all.
I’d only spent the last several days in the tank with him, but I wasn’t wishy-washy, and I wasn’t one who felt the need to be constricted by time. If I liked someone, I liked them. If I was attracted to them, I didn’t fight it. If I wanted to fuck, well, I fucked. It didn’t matter how long I’d known them. I followed my gut.
So I wasn’t surprised that I’d grown so attached to him so quickly, especially given the fact that we’d spent every waking second together in our confinement. Maybe it was because we shared a mutual hopelessness about our situation, or maybe it was because he didn’t look at me like I was a deadly monster. Whatever it was, there was something comforting about him. But I was surprised at the intensity of my spider’s attachment. She’d never shown anyone attention like she had with Tomb. With Tomb...and Crow.
My heart ached, and I drew in a shaky breath. My limbs had gone numb from the awkward crouched position I stayed cramped in, but I didn’t care enough to move. The webs offered some comfort at least. It was like I’d created a warm, silky nest for Tomb’s...tomb.
“Why?” I asked, as if the spider within me could answer. She had been noticeably absent, calm and sated, and it made me sick to think that she enjoyed what she’d done to him. I felt at war with myself. Half a woman grieving, while the other half felt nothing but content.
Was this what my life would always be? My body was a gory shrine to Spector’s whims and my spider’s hunger. Sex would forever come at a price I couldn’t afford.
Maybe Tomb was smart to want to leave all of this. He’d been enduring it for a lot longer than I had, and I’d even had my weak moments where I wanted to give up. Did I really want this to be my life forever? Part of me was numb to the parade of tests and corpses. But Tomb had urged me to become one with my spider. To accept her. But how could I when this was the result?
I closed my eyes as silent tears streamed down my face. I imagined the sort of loneliness and solitude I would spend the rest of my life simmering in. For so long, I’d voluntarily isolated myself from my community to protect my pride. But now that the choice had been taken from me, I craved companionship more than ever.
A low sound reverberated around the room, and I winced, assuming that it was Spector men coming to take me away. I’d killed one of their precious hybrids. Would they punish me? Or had they expected this?
Another sound echoed around me, and I opened my eyes, preparing for the metal doors of our cell to slam open and for Spector guards to rush in.
When the door didn’t open, I frowned at it, shoving
