“Are you sure about that?” I asked. The darkness of my spider was easing her way back to the surface. She’d given me my time. She’d allowed me to take back my power for myself.
But she was the ultimate conductor. She’d taken my body as her own, and now it was time for her to take Crow.
He yanked me up and slammed me against the tile again. That cock—that perfect, hard, thick erection poked at my most sensitive point. Each press, each angry demand of his body, made me writhe.
“Come out to play, Little Spider,” he moaned before wrapping his hand around my neck and squeezing.
My pulse roared against his grip as he devoured my mouth. I felt utterly consumed. Treasured. Wanted.
His teeth nipped at my lips, and I parted for him, lapping up his tongue and taste with decadent strokes.
“I need you,” I said against his mouth.
“Then you’ll have me.”
He hiked up my leg even higher and then placed the head of his cock at my entrance, before slipping back down, coating the length of him in the wetness gathered at my slit. I rocked my hips against him, as if my body was demanding his entry, making him smirk.
“You like that, Little Spider?” he asked with a grin, bringing the head of his cock back up.
“I want you inside of me.”
Crow groaned, reaching up to run a hand through his wet blue hair. “Hearing you say that is the sexiest fucking thing in the world.”
In true Crow style, he started pushing into me, just the head, before slipping back out and doing it again. And again. And again. Never giving me more than an inch or two, never rushing.
I was panting, writhing, trying to gyrate my hips to get more of him, but he continued to tease and take his time.
“Crow!” I finally demanded, hearing the desperate whine of my voice.
“If I could, I’d tease you like this for hours,” he said, bracing a hand on the wall beside my face, his arm muscles bunched and dripping with water.
I whimpered, picturing in my mind all the things he’d do to me. I needed to come so badly. I needed to feel him deep in the recesses of my body, coaxing out the pleasure I so desperately wanted.
Taking pity on me, he finally started to push more of himself inside. It was slow. Torturous. Reveling. I felt every miniscule movement as his thick cock grazed against my sensitive walls. His piercing stroked my insides in a stimulating caress, the metal grinding into my pleasure points and making me groan. Until finally, finally, he was all the way inside.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Motley, you feel godsdamned amazing.”
“Move,” I demanded, needing that erotic friction to take me higher.
In reply, Crow reached down and gripped me by the ass, suddenly lifting me up completely. Both of my legs curled around his hips, and then he began to move.
He slicked in and out of me, continuing his slow tempo, and yet his movements were hard, his cock thrusting in and out of me in his rhythmic movement that sung to my soul and harmonized with my pleasure.
His mouth latched onto mine, his tongue fucking me in the same sensual strokes that he was using with his cock. I watched as shadows scattered off his skin, rising around him right along with the steam. I could feel the energy of his demon as my spider latched on and began to feed, could hear the softest call of his crows like they were a whisper in the vapor around us.
I was filling up, not just of his essence, but of him. Every thrust of his cock, every swipe of his tongue, every press of his hands was like sustenance to my spirit. My hips rocked with every movement, my moans swallowed down by his mouth. I touched him everywhere I could reach, swiping both water and soap suds across his skin.
“You feel that, baby?” he asked. “You feel how perfect I fit inside of you? You feel how good I pound that dripping cunt of yours? Take it all.” Each dirty word that spilled from his lips was accentuated by his deep invading thrusts. I could feel it, how perfect this was, the complete rightness of it all.
It felt so good that I didn’t think of the monster in my chest when I threw my head back and came with a hiss. I didn’t think about my deadly body sucking from his deep pool of life. His grunts and moans were a pleasant cadence to my roaring orgasm, and his pleasure followed after mine. The fullness within me twitched and jerked as hot cum spilled into me from his cock.
“Fuck,” he growled.
For the first time since joining my demon, I truly felt in control enough to stop, but I didn’t want to. Something within me wanted to see this to the very end. I wanted to snap his essence and drink every last drop until my mark was branded on his neck. It was a territorial necessity. I couldn’t end this until he was mine.
My spider yanked on the last of his offering, shadows and feathers erupting out of Crow’s body like lava spitting from a volcano.
Only with my vampiric strength and reflexes was I able to catch him before he fell to the tile. Only with my supernatural hearing was I able to hear his heartbeat stop over the spray of the shower.
My spider was satisfied, my body still sang in the remnants of our love making, and I’d killed another man I cared about. All because that relentless drive to finish what I’d started had forced my hand and taken the rest of his life essence.
And yet, as I sat naked with his head in my lap, his blue hair tangled over my thighs, and my skin pebbling under
