Shattered Hope * Book 2, free, on going *

2. Monsters are Selfish

Sally-Anne

Year: 1984, 29th May, Tuesday, 10.20 AM, P.S.T, Spring.

I pressed hard on my abdomen. The tell-tale pinch was still there.

"This is real. Isn't it?" I looked at Roman. Nowhere else. His warm gold-flecked eyes were the pinnacle of my focus.

"Yes, yes Sally-Anne, this is real. You are here. You are safe." I could hear the truth in the words, feel it in the air, read it in his beautiful caring eyes. My gut twisted.

I was on a timer. I was dying. It would hurt him but I couldn't help that. There was a feeling itching in my mind. Roman wouldn't be the first I'd hurt. It would not be the brutal, blood-soaked, unrestrained fate the others had suffered but it would hurt nonetheless- to see me die.

Dying was a good thing. I was a monster. Monsters shouldn't be allowed to live.

But monsters were selfish and I was going to be selfish. That was ok, wasn't it? To be a bit selfish?

Need pulsed through my entirety. She was clamouring in my head with excitement. These were my last moments, I was going to take what I wanted and no one was going to stop me.

Abandoning myself to the need, I grabbed Roman with both hands. My lips were on his in a flash, fighting to claim them. I drank in the softness of his mouth, savoured the taste of his smoke and honey scent on my tongue; a sweet perfume that brought my thoughts to a wild storm. My hands were everywhere, pulling at his suit. I could hear the material tearing as I clawed at it but I didn’t care.

Everything between my flesh and his, was a thing too much. Every mote floating in the air, each piece of cloth, even a bead of sweat would be an affront to my desire to claim him.

“Sally-Anne,” He panted, holding my face firmly with two large hands. “Look at me, is this what you want?” Roman’s eyes searched mine, his voice so tender, the sincerity of his words sparked in the air.

“No.” I growled. I wanted to scream at him. It was beyond want, it was indescribable, unquantifiable need, a thirst. Without restraint I thrust my feelings at him. Roman gasped. “Need you.” My voice primal and animalistic. Roman growled back, his eyes flashing black.

Our emotions began to tangle as we tasted each other in a way only we could. I couldn’t tell where we began or ended, it was like tributaries joining a river; we were consumed. My need was fever pitch. I pulled his clothes harder but I was weak. They ripped but not enough. I hissed, frustrated and Roman tore them off for me.

Yes, yes! I needed more, more of his skin on mine, more of his lips, his scent, his everything. There was only him. The world was gone. A frenzy gripped me, I was almost a passenger in my own mind with no control over my actions.

Jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist I began grinding against his body, feeling his erection beneath me as I sank my teeth into his flesh repeatedly. Not drinking, just biting, just enjoying his heat, his flesh around my teeth and fangs. It wasn’t enough, something was missing.

Roman was trying to push my body back, so he could access more of me but I didn’t want to part with the feeling of our flesh melding. I pushed with my Tick, wordlessly filling him with an expression of my desire. The power of it had him shaking and scrambling to maneuver me onto his throbbing length. I cried out at the depth, not the physical depth (although it was exquisite), the emotional depth and yet I wanted more.

He was thrusting into me, his heart thundering in my ears as the sensation built. I was being driven to a pinnacle. My Tick was rolling between us, heightening the pleasure with each tumble it took. It wasn’t enough. I needed him in a way I couldn’t understand.

We were devouring each other, two souls lost to the flame. His lips were on my neck, my shoulder, my mouth. His hands were tangling in my hair, running down my back, squeezing my buttocks, crushing between our bodies to pinch at my n*****s. We were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

I ran my nose across his skin, gasping and moaning at his unrelenting, vigorous pounding between my legs. I think the wall was behind me but we could have been spinning at the bottom of the ocean for all I knew right now. I whined low and pained but he didn’t stop knowing my pain was not caused by him. My teeth had tasted his flesh once again, but it hadn’t been quite right, it was missing something.

My fingers were digging into his shoulders, I knew they were breaking the skin; the sweet sting of pain that I could taste in the air told me so. Driven to the brink of madness by this need that wouldn’t be soothed I dug my fingers deeper, the taste of pain expanded but did nothing to quell my burning. I didn’t know what I needed.

“Roman.” I sobbed, a desperate plea, a cry for help. One hot hand that had been kneading my bottom traversed my back, a trail of lightning in its wake. It squeezed the nape of my neck and entangled itself in my hair. Roman stretched his neck out, exposing it to me.

“Take what you need.” He rasped, a husky dream-like voice. With a vice-like grip on the back of my head he pushed me into the crook of his neck.

Relief.

My fangs were deep in the crook of his neck, the feeling was so right, it was the missing piece, it was contentment, it was home, it was the moon calming my tide.

Roman spasmed, cumming hard into my centre. My body followed suit soaring off the precipice. Our orgasms fed into one another and we came over and over.

Finally, my lust was satisfied and my emotional needs were sated; now the true thirst roared. My fangs were too deep in Roman’s neck, I pulled back until I found the artery and began to feed. Somewhere in that explosion of desire we had ended up on the floor. Roman was on his back, his member still inside me as I straddled him supping greedily from the fat artery my teeth had settled in. His hand rubbed small circles on my thigh as I devoured him, occasionally his body spasmed with a small orgasm.

A warm contentment filled the air and it all seemed like some strange and pleasant dream. That was until the knife pinched and reality all came crashing back down.