Body Tox (The Bodies duet #1)

Chapter 13

I looked at what my arms held, a fucking insane woman bleeding out in front of me. I could smell her blood even through my mask. God, I wanted to fucking taste her, let her bleed out onto my skin, and lick each and every drop of her life. The metallic scent was too strong in the air. It was damn near crippling, and I moaned at my need to give in.

“Fuck you, crazy bitch. You don’t get to go out like this,” I said, shoving more and more gauze into that fucking never-ending line of crimson.

I cursed when her head lolled and fell back into my arms. Her beautiful white hair was drenched in red as I picked up the Little Wraith.

Your destruction this time is damn near too much.

Strapping her down to the table with the blue velcro straps to keep her steady, I ran to the stove at the back of the room.

This was likely used for cremation of some sort, and there was some tool that looked like it was meant to pull something apart. The metal wrung of the object was about the size of her thigh.

I shoved that fucker into the crematory, cranking the dial to some random number and waiting to see the orange glow behind the light.

The blonde moaned weakly on the table, a fucking smile plastered on her face.

Why don’t you let her go, you moron? She just did your job for you. Take a picture and be done with it. Go enjoy the feast she has left you to drink.

With a growl, I shook off those dark, inviting thoughts, throwing open the door and grabbing the glowing orange metal with some prongs looped on the side.

“Well, this will surely wake up your crazy ass, Little Wraith,” I said, a promise in my statement as I walked over to her with the hot metal.

Making sure the straps were secured enough to hold a bear, I thought about gagging the woman, but she’d already killed anyone who would hear her scream. A thrill ran through my blood at the anticipation of her pain. It overwhelmed me with the collection of emotions presented.

Rest in peace, my dear eardrums.

The Debt Collector’s warped messages of the task popped into my mind, and a stupid idea filtered through my brain. Ignoring the better part of my consciousness, I grabbed my phone from my pocket.

Snapping a photo of her bloody, lifeless-looking form, I pressed ‘send’ to my boss before I could convince myself otherwise. Pocketing my phone, I moved fast, bringing down the hot metal onto her wound. The smell of burnt meat and sizzling hissing surprisingly made my stomach churn.

Sure enough, the ear-piercing scream deafened me.

I fell backward, my ass hitting the tile, and the makeshift metal cauterizer flew off under some desk. Getting back onto my feet as fast as possible, I grappled my way back to the metal table and stared down at my Little Wraith.

“Wakey, wakey,” I said, grinning above her face.

She was breathing heavily and cursing with words I hadn’t even heard of before in multiple different languages.

Guess those lessons from her deadbeat Daddy paid off at that moment.

“You-you monster! How could you rob me of this? What is wrong with you?”

“I told you.” I shrugged. “I am your bodyguard, and like it or not, I will protect you.”

Her question rang in my ears. Why the fuck had I saved her? Her eyes were like a glacier, and the chill was downright lethal.

“I will fucking kill you for this, Vamps,” she promised.

I sighed and shook my head. The lame-ass nickname grated on my nerves. It was worse than the kids at the orphanage circling around me singing “Ashes to Ashes.”

“My name is—” I began.

She snorted, her body shaking under the restraints. “Dead men don’t have names.”

I had to smile at that. Persistent.

“You love her so much that you’d check out early for her?” I said, toying with the tongue in my hand.

A sting of jealousy filtered through me, which was ridiculous. She followed my hand and then looked away.

“No—I don’t know,” she said softly.

Was it sex, then?

“You loved her tongue,” I reminded her, walking up to her and running the squishy flesh down her arm.

She hissed and growled at me.

“What is so magical about it, Little Wraith?”

She ignored me. I ran the tongue over her nipples, the tight little buds peeking under her wet, tight shirt.

“I…I don’t know,” she repeated, not looking at me, and her face turned to the wall.

“You sure it isn’t something else?” I whispered, letting the detached pink flesh glide over her panties.

She still stayed silent. A red flush on her chest and her breathing quickened.

“It was interesting when I watched you two.” I continued, and only the slightest surprise flashed in her eyes before she hardened her features again.

“You made her come so many times. Had her beggin’ you, in fact, didn’t you, Little Wraith?”

I pressed harder on her pelvis, the thin material of her thong not doing much to keep her from feeling the weight of the detached organ in my hand.

“You need something she couldn’t give, didn’t you?”

Before she could even process the question, I grabbed one of the sharper utensils from the table under her, slicing through her shirt, exposing those pebbling nipples and the muscular ridges of her stomach.

A thin line of blood welled under the cut, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her moan escaped those pouty lips without her permission.

“You needed this.” I pulled off my mask.

Her intoxicating scent of arousal and blood made me practically come right there and then.

“Fuck…you,” she said, but all the bite had left her.

She sounded breathy and needy, ripe for my fucking taking.

“Isn’t it heady having such an addiction that can feel so blinding, where everything else fades into the background?” I moved just a bit closer to her. “An addiction that can take all sense away.”

Watching those little beads well on her beautiful skin was an obsession in the making. She was a work of art. I couldn’t break free from the spell of her body, her ragged breaths, and her blood.

“You…tell me, Pretty Boy. You want to taste me.”

I moaned at that. Her little pussy was drenching those panties. The once-white thong was now practically see-through. It showed the most delicious tease of her hairless cunt, like looking at her through plastic wrap.

What would she look like in a full sheet of plastic waiting to be burned to ashes?

“I don’t want to taste you,” I said, my voice coming out ragged with my omission. “I want to fucking devour you.”

I let my tongue slide over the tiny droplets of her blood, her tight nipples hardening under my treatment. She moaned as I sucked them, teasing her by lightly biting the flesh and completely consuming her fucking breasts in my mouth.

My lips were tingling, and the euphoria of her sweet blood danced on my tongue.

I always knew that one day, I would lose myself to addiction. I knew it would feel euphoric to give in, but giving in to her…she was heaven itself. I would gladly go to hell if it meant experiencing her body like this.

“Fuck, Little Wraith. How can you be the very thing I crave most when the need to kill you is as strong as my need for my next breath? How can I love your temptations when I hate you?”

She arched into me as much as the straps velcroed onto her midsection allowed. Her pussy pushed into my hand. I followed her demands, yanking the material out of my way and sliding my fingers into her soaked slit.

“I don’t know,” she said, gasping at the heat of my touch. “I just fucking hate you asshole.”

She moaned, and I laughed, pushing into her deeper, biting her hard below her breast.

“It looks like I’m not the only one who loves giving in to temptation, Little Wraith.”

She squeaked in happy surprise when I increased my speed, that sweet sound of her drenched cunt echoing in the room around us. Her sounds of frustrated moans pushed me farther into the lull of passion and dominance. She was opening more and more to me, and those suction sounds increased.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” I growled in approval. “Open up for me so I can fill this fucking hole.”

“Except maybe your mouth, you dick,” she amended, grinding into my hand harder.

“Oh? Just my mouth?” I teased, pulling my hand free of her slippery pussy.

She growled and bucked forward with a whimper. Instead of giving her back my hand, I spun the table around on its wheels. Kneeling beside the table for a better angle at her glistening pussy, I latched onto her clit with my lips.

Now she was practically screaming, the sound was familiar, and my ego swelled along with my aching cock.

“Missing her tongue now, Little Wraith?” I said, my lips moving against her dripping cunt.

She whimpered in response.

I smirked at her and twirled the tongue in my grip, shoving it nice and deep in her pussy while latching onto her fucking pulsing clit.

She gasped and moaned louder. Turns out this woman was a little screamer. “Never heard that sound from you before.”

“Fuck…you,” she tried to close her legs, whimpering at my increased speed and the thickness of the muscle pumping in and out of her.

“If I wasn’t afraid of you chopping off my jewels, that may happen,” I said. “But for now, my Little Wraith, just enjoy this and let fucking go.”

She started to mouth off, but I fucked her with my little toy as fast as I was able while biting the opposite thigh that wasn’t singed with a nasty red rash from her little exit attempt.

She came all over the table. Her hand that was trapped under the velcro band was close enough to my hair, and she gripped the strands, stationing me still.

The geyser of her orgasm shot out the makeshift toy like a rocket launcher, leaving it to fly off onto the floor. I happily nearly drowned in her waterfall of squirt, drinking every drop I could catch. She coated my face, my chest, and the table. There were traces of her blood from her thigh in her come that were now in my mouth.

That heady taste of this woman’s orgasm and fucking blood was a lethal combination sure to fucking kill me. It was too much, but not yet enough. Too good…too fucking tempting.

This woman was going to make me lose my goddamn mind.

I sat up, standing to look at the table, seeing the reflection of my face and hair. Everything was dripping with this woman’s vengeful pleasure.

“Good fucking girl Little Wraith. Good girl.”