Sharp groans of breath echoed through the trees, the sound reverberating inside my head and ping-ponging against the inside of my skull. The sound of waves brushing against the edge of the town accompanies the sound. It was October 31st, the night after Devil’s Night. Halloween. And Nikova and I had traded in our Devil’s Night masks in favour of scream masks.
We were planning on having our little chase yesterday but the boys had managed to drag us to a party in Meridian City after we finished raising our fair share of hell. So, the Devil came to play today. My girl was somewhere in these woods, the faint sound of the party in the graveyard that we abandoned blasted through the trees but that was the furthest occupant of my attention.
My father always said that distractions are everywhere but your senses should never waver from your ultimate goal. And tonight, my goal was to give my girlfriend the adrenaline rush of a century.
I swivelled and bobbed through the trees the second I heard the swift brush of leaves. It was too quick to be nature but too quiet to be a regular passerby. No, my girl was far too good for that. Even when she made a mistake, it was better than most people’s best attempts.
“Are you going to scream when I catch you, Little One?” I call out and I can feel the thrum of her presence. The drum beat of her heart. The warmth of her breath as she pants — a mix between thrill and lust clogs her brain.
Yeah, I knew my girl.
And she knew how to make a man burn with need just by running.
I continued to tread through the maze of trees and bushes, the faint hum of the party still pounding in my skull. My eyes flicked to the dark sky, the only source of light the dull glow of the moon and the faintest hint of the stars. The branches of the trees were barren, some leaves were still clinging onto the trees for dear life but the majority of the canopy had been reduced to darkness.
Her warm breath wafted faintly through the air like a siren’s call and the blood in my veins roared as adrenaline burned through me. We were two predators lost in the thrill of the hunt.
My brain was occupied with just one thought: Catch. Fuck. Her.
Nikova. Running. In that little skirt. In the trees. The moon’s light shining through the trees like an unearthly spotlight. Her lithe body was always so graceful. So elegant. In the way that only true ballerinas could be.
It was like she was dancing. My girl looked like a siren. No, more like a vampire. She looked like a creature of the night. Even her footsteps were as silent as her breaths as she dashed further into the woods.
Just a whisper away — a shadow. Another thump of her heart pounding against her ribcage, her blood rushing through her veins, the adrenaline buzzing through her. It was almost like a drug. A high better than any I’d ever experienced.
She was close. The sound of her feet against the forest floor was like music. Her breaths were deep and I could feel her blood pumping through her body. I could taste her. I could smell her.
She was close. All I needed to do was close the distance.
“Kai.” A whisper away, the quiet hum kissed my earlobe, poking and prodding at me. Goading me closer. The voice was laced with that addictive venom. That delectable obsession. She knew I could taste the smile on her lips, feel the thumping of her heart against her ribcage.
All for me.
My eyes tripped up, looking for me. Searching, preying, Hunting for her.
The low hum of her voice echoed through my ears, her tone dripping in sin. I could feel my body straining forward, pulled taut and begging to move. No. I needed to wait. To be patient.
Niko liked the game. She wanted me to chase her. To hunt her. Every nerve in my body lit up, desperate. No, more likethrumming to catch her. I could hear her breaths grow heavier. Short. Excited. I could practically feel the pulse on her neck racing, the blood pumping through her body like a river. “You’re just digging yourself a deeper hole, Little One” I call out, my voice low as I took a few steps towards her.
“Come get me out. Or fuck me in it deeper, your choice.”
The words were a whisper across my skin, hot and taunting.
It took every single molecule of control I had to hold myself back from pouncing on her. From pinning her down and marking her body as mine. She could sense my control fraying at the edges. She knew exactly what she was doing. And she loved every second of it.
“Such a filthy mouth” I murmur, my voice growing closer as I took a few more steps, her breaths getting quicker, her heartbeat drumming faster. “No wonder the boys call you The Devil’s Tongue” I tease, making sure my footsteps became heavier, louder so she could hear it. She was just a few steps away from me.
A sharp whistle of wind blew through the trees, making the branches groan and giving the perfect distraction for Nikova’s footsteps to get lost deeper into the woods. I gritted my teeth in annoyance at her little trick, a frown marring my face. I knew she’d use the wind to muffle her footsteps but I wasn’t expecting her to be so damn quiet. I took a slow breath, clenching my fists in an attempt to stop myself from outright chasing her. If she was going to use the winds, then I’d use the shadows. I was better at playing the shadows than she was. I melt back under the trees, my eyes darting from side to side as I tried to find her form.
My boogeyman trick always managed to be her unraveling during our little game of cat and mouse—or more accurately, cat and wolf. One second she was evading me and taunting me with her lingering presence now it was my turn. The second she lost sight of me, I saw her eyes widen a sliver because she knew our game was coming to a close soon. Her steeps feel like a ticking time bomb and her heartbeat like the timer. She turns around, walking backwards inch by inch, desperately trying to look for the scream mask before thump!. Her back hits the black stone wall of the Bell Tower. A breath forcing out her mouth and chest caving.
The thumping of her heart raced through my mind, the blood pumping through her body like thunder, like the beat of war drums.
I was closing in. I was gaining on her.
A small smirk curled on my lips as her heart beat faster, I could hear her breaths getting harder and faster, the thump of her heart getting more and more intense.
Until the sound of her body hitting something hard echoed through the forest like gunfire, cutting through the wind.
I was only a few steps away, she had backed herself into a wall.
I moved silently through the trees, circling my prey like the hunter I was. She was caught. She knew it and I knew it. My girl may be tricky but I was a devil incarnate. There was no chance in hell I was letting her out of that trap she’d ensnared herself in.
Her kaleidoscope eyes still seemed so fucking bright and hypnotic even in the dark of night with the moon being the only source of light. Her breath was visible in the cold air, wafting thick around her with each panting gasp.
My eyes flicked to her kaleidoscopic ones, her gaze was sharp and piercing even in the darkness. I could see that feral gleam in her gaze, that fire that only burned when she was caught in the chase. The fire in her gaze that burned for me.
I took an unhurried step towards her, my smirk still firmly in place. My eyes roamed over her, hungry, greedy. I ached to pin her against the wall, to touch her.
“You have nowhere to run, Little One” I murmur, my voice as soft as a whisper but the smirk betrays the tone. It’s a taunt.
I took another step forward, my body slowly closing the distance between us. Her lips quiver a part, the hungriest desire clobbering through her tight little body and it wanted out. The scream mask sat covering my face shooting waves of fear-induced adrenaline coursing down her spine. “Kai.” She gasps as my palm circles around her throat, forcing it in my grasp.
My thumb brushes across her throat, a smirk pulling on my face as I feel her pulse racing frantically under my touch. Her heartbeat is like a drum, thundering through my ears, a relentless tempo that sets my own body aflame.
I lean closer to her, the hand that’s not on her throat grasping at her hip, pulling her towards me. I press her back against the wall, my body encasing her like a cage. I was going to keep her here. Keep her against me.
“Oh no, Little One. No pleading” I murmur, my voice low.
She looks up at me with the most desperate gaze, her breath visibly thick in my face. “Please?” She whimpers—not because she wanted me to go easy, on the contrary, she knows it’ll drive me fucking insane and I’ll only go harder. This is where the role play part comes in for the both of them. The chase, the hunt, and the play.
And it works, her plea is like a drug, a shot of adrenaline that races through my body and sets every nerve on fire. She knew how to pull on my strings, how to turn me inside out.
The whimper was exquisite — the sound like lightning striking my body.
Her breath is heavy and thick, her eyes wide and pleading as she looks up at me. The sound of her voice as she whimpers, begging and pleading, makes my mind go blank, my veins burning with need.
But I want to push her. Make her beg. Make her scream.
Her wide eyes and the whimpering tone in her voice is the same look she always gets when we play this game. The only difference being that she’s against a wall this time. And who was I to say no to such a delectable meal laid out in front of me?
The grip on her hip tightens, squeezing it firmly as my palm tightens around her slim neck. “Did you think begging would get you out of this, Little One?” I murmur, my voice a growl.
She licks over her full, pink lips. Bright teal eyes darkening with lust. “Be merciful, please, father?” There it is, I’m Nikova’s own priest who’d walk her through her confessionals while she he was my personal succubus. Her fingers, crawl up my chest, hooking her forefinger and middle finger into the chain that the small, silver crucifix my mom bought for me hung from. Honestly, I was kinda surprised she didn’t burn from it. The way her tongue darted out to wet her lips was like fire. It burned. Her eyes were darkened with lust, darkened with want and I could feel it in the way her body quivered against mine. She was my own succubus. My own drug. My own high.
The sight of her bright lips, her darkening eyes, her hands running up my body, her fingers wrapping around the chain of my cross, my cross, makes my brain go white. There’s something so addictive and wrong about the way my girl’s fingers are hooked through it, the way she looks up at me with the eyes of a woman possessed.
A devil’s play. I was a wolf and she was the lamb.
The way she touched my cross made me crave her. I bite back a growl as I take another step forward, my body forcing her back against the wall. The air is heavy with need, with lust.
“Mercy is for the weak, sweet Little One” I growl, my voice a low, gravelly sound. Her words and motions were like molten liquid that sent my imagination in overdrive. I press my body against hers, effectively trapping her between me and the wall with no chance to escape. “And you are a filthy, filthy girl”
The corners of her lips twitch upwards despite herself but she buries the edges back down to the fiery pits of hell. The look of pleading and concern coming back onto her beautiful face. She holds my gaze, as she uses my chain to tug me closer, opening her mouth and lolling her tongue out and laying the crucifix onto her red, slit tongue.
Satan’s favorite, no fucking doubt about that.
The silver ball of her tongue piercing clatters against the silver pendant—the sound reverberating in their ears almost catching forcing my ears from fixating on how we were both panting with so much fucking desperation that you’d think we were pleading they’re way out from hell.
The sound of the silver ball of her tongue piercing hitting the silver pendant on my cross is like a slap, a hard and sharp slap that snaps my control.
I growl, low and guttural, the sound coming from deep within my chest, deep from my core. Her tongue is lying out on her mouth in all its filthy, devilish glory. Lapping at the cross of Christ himself, the symbol of God, like a delicious treat.
Like I was her treat. “Filthy, filthy girl” I murmur, my voice a near snarl as I lean closer. Even through the mask
“I’ll be good for you.” She purrs, sliding the silver off her tongue and let it hang back down against the zipper of my hoodie, long, dark lashes fluttering rapidly as she revels in the way my fist tightened around her smooth, pale neck.
“You better” I hiss through clenched teeth, my body leaning closer to hers unconsciously — as if magnetically pulled. Her eyes slid off my face and my own follow soon after, it to falls to the silver pendant still glistening with her saliva.
Fuckkkk.
She raises her gaze again, “Just not the way God’ll approve of.” She grins, tongue running past the sharp canines and straight line of her pearly white teeth.
There was that look. The one that I loved. That was the look that haunted my dreams and set my body on fire. The devil’s look. “The things I want to do to you right now...” I murmur, my eyes wandering over her face, over her lips, her eyes, the way her tongue darted out to run over her teeth.
“Play with me then, baby.”
The sound of the word ‘baby’ coming from her mouth sends a rush of heat through me, my veins burning with need.
I give her a look, my eyes narrowing as I take in the smug expression on her face. Her eyes darkened with lust, her lips curled in the hint of a smirk, the way her jaw jutted out — she was a siren, a vixen, a devil, a succubus.
And oh god this time she was playing the part so deliciously that if she was going to be my downfall then I was going to willingly follow her to hell.
She tugs his mask off, throwing it to the side somewhere—apparently bored with it now. “It’s more fun when I can watch the internal conflict, Saint Kai.” The moment the air hits my face I feel a sense of relief. I like the mask, it’s a comfortable thing but there’s something about her seeing my eyes that makes my bones shiver, my blood burn.
The way she calls me ‘Saint Kai’ in that sultry tone makes my lips curl up into a smirk. “Internal conflict?” I murmur, my voice a near growl. “And what exactly am I conflicted about, Kova?”
“About indulging with me or being the good little catholic your mother raised.”
The words make my smirk widen into a wolfish smile. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t had that conflict several times before. Indulging in the dark, sinful desires that were wrapped up in her like a present or being the good little Catholic boy my mother raised.
My mother would most definitely approve of the latter. She’d also be horrified by the former.
“Fucking Satan’s little bitch feels better” I growl, my grip on her neck tightening.
“I bet it does.” She grins, rolling her tongue over my lips before pushing it past them and poking the tip against my fangs. The moment her tongue rolled over my lips I couldn’t stop myself.
The kiss was messy, hard and rough and filthy. My tongue fought against hers for dominance, teeth nipping at her bottom lip as my hands tightened around her throat and pulled her body closer to mine.
I needed to taste her.
The kiss was a hot, sloppy mash of tongues and teeth, a fight for dominance that I was determined to win. With one hand still holding her neck and my body holding her against the wall to prevent her from escaping, the other hand grabs her waist tightly. I felt her body press up against mine and the action made my veins sing.
I pull away with a sharp bite to her bottom lip, hard enough to taste the coppery tang of blood mixed in with the taste of her. "Jesus, baby, you taste like a drug" I mutter against her lips, my grip on her neck not loosening.
“I don’t think succubus’s should be playing with saint’s” I shoot back with a dark look. My eyes follow her tongue as she licks off the mixture of blood and saliva from her lips. The sight makes something primitive awaken within me if it wasn’t already.
My grip tightens around her waist, nearly crushing her against the wall as my body leans against hers to pin her in place, my lips leaving open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck.
I nip at the sensitive skin, my teeth leaving little red spots that I knew would turn into dark purple marks come morning.