Gypsy Freak (All The Pretty Monsters #2)(55)

He comes down on me hard, his hips almost painfully forcing my legs wider apart, as he continues to kiss me stupid, filling my mind with more and more images of us, his eyes wide open as he breaks the kiss and stares down at me.

I’m breathing heavily, grappling for him to be closer, when another chunk of the wall falls with a loud crash. It hits the floor as chains clang, and then his other hand grabs my other hip.

His eyes are so light blue now that they’re almost white, as he tears the necklace away from me. Pin pricks of pupils are there, and I suck in a breath, feeling a taste of familiarity in this moment.

It’s pure abandon.

This is his monster.

Or at least, it’s almost his monster.

And he now knows he has me.

Uh-oh. I followed all the rules…

On his next thrust, my body is hit with a shock of ecstasy like I’ve never felt before. It steals my breath and electrifies my veins, setting off an orgasm that is almost painfully sinful.

The one after that sends me toppling over an edge so steep that I feel like I’m falling before shattering into oblivion, garbled sounds escaping me in ways that I don’t even find embarrassing right now.

His third thrust shatters me all over again, and I gasp for air, clawing at him to get closer, wanting to—

His own sound echoes through my ears as his hips jolt against mine. There’s just a bite of pain inside me that is quickly soothed with warmth, as I’m shoved up on the bed. Damien continues making that tortured sound of guilty pleasure.

I can’t take my eyes off his face—distorted in sweet agony.

His pupils start to dilate, and they quickly return to normal, even as he rolls his hips again.

It’s when I feel what is slick and all over my thighs as he shoves forward again, eyes still fixed to mine, that I realize what’s just happened.

I didn’t die.

I didn’t feel that pain he told me I would.

And I’m living…as he continues to…release himself inside me.

His breath shudders out of him, as he reaches up and cups my face, thumb brushing over my lips.

“You didn’t stop me,” he says like it’s an almost breathless accusation, eyes going a little hard. “You’re…alive,” he adds on a sharp whisper, as he continues to stare at me with what is almost an angry expression.

I kiss him so he stops frowning at me and ruining this moment by thinking too hard. I really fucked up, but he swore there’d be pain.

“You didn’t break,” he goes on, interrupting the kiss as he rolls his hips one last time, dragging his lips up to my ear as he pulls me to him.

“You can’t tell anyone,” I say to him, a bit of worry inching up in my spine as he slowly nods, hiding his face. “I can’t die,” I add on a whisper, feeling so stupid about having this conversation right now.

He lifts up, a lazy grin tugging at his lips, the angry expression gone as the air starts to dissipate with all the heady…whatever it is he exudes.

It’s almost like a cold shock to the system when it stops, leaving gradually one second…until it abruptly fades out all at once.

Damien falls to his side, and I dart to my knees when his eyes roll back in his head.

“Damien!” I say, panicking a little when he just stays limp.

My heart pounds in my chest, warning me to calm down.

I drop my head to his chest, listening, and manage to hear the faintest of heartbeats. The only thing that even gives me a little pause is the fact they make his heartbeat sound optional.

But if it’s beating at all, that means he’s okay, right?

Fuck, I don’t know how to check the vital signs of monsters.

I feel around on his neck for a pulse, since based on my experience, I’m certain the one in the wrist is just a myth.

The next thing I do is run to grab my phone, but when I dial Vance’s number, the line never rings through. “Damn fucking ghosts in this town,” I say on a frustrated, slightly freaked out breath.

What if by me not dying he dies?

The weird part about all this is the very creepy grin frozen on his face, like he’s happy to finally be dying.

I turn and grab a white robe that’s hanging on his door, and run to poke my head through the door. Thankfully, everyone knows who Damien is tonight, so it’s not hard to find someone willing to do his bidding when the smell of him is most definitely all over me.





Chapter 20





VANCE


“How did this happen?” I ask Arion, who shrugs an unconcerned shoulder while he plays with his phone.

“I certainly didn’t do it,” he tells me, gesturing to the ten dead wolves shot up with silver on his property. “Violet’s birthday party going well?”

“So help me, Arion, if you fucking killed a bunch of wolves as a petty tantrum for not being invited—”

“Oh, please. I’m hardly worried about missing a party. As I said, Violet is easily charmed. However, if you don’t—”

“How did the fucking wolves die, Arion? When Emit gets here—”

“We’ve lived for far too long for him to think this was me,” he says, gesturing around again. “You know this wasn’t me.”

“But was it your people?” I ask seriously.