Dark Signs

18

I t wasn't until I felt soft hands caress my sticky skin that I snapped out of the bloodthirsty trance I was in.

I dropped my weapon, it shattered across the floor on impact.

I looked down, a deep pool of red surrounded me and it was continuing to spread.

The man lay in pieces under me. Torn apart from head to toe. Not a single piece of flesh remained unscathed upon his body.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped as I took in the utter carnage surrounding me.

Those calming hands traced over my shoulders and down my arms. I whipped my head around, only to come face to face with the most terrifyingly gorgeous man I had ever seen.

His eyes were searching, a lustrous liquid amber gold and evergreen flecked his irises, his raven black hair fell about his face in shaggy waves. His jaw was sharp and clean shaven. His skin was pale but covered in thick inky shapes and drawings, from his neck down. A singular coffin nail was tattooed just below the corner of his left eye. He was huge. He was at least six foot five, maybe more judging by the way he was crouched protectively beside me. His long legs curled under him .

“I didn't have a choice…” I started to stutter out. I didn't want his blood, his death to be upon my hands. “I had no choice.” I cried out again.

“He does not deserve your sympathy.”

“But I…” I stuttered.

“Sometimes the worst kind of monsters are simply men, love. He may have been a rogue, but he was acting as a man. He should have been put down a lot earlier than this. He would have continued to rape and kill. Maybe not to you, but to someone else, someone not under my protection.” Vaylen said calmly. “He has done it before and will do it again. Why do you think he was a rogue? Disowned by his pack.” He continued.

I nodded.

What Vaylen was saying resonated with me and understanding bloomed within. He would have kept attacking others, harming and killing women. How many had come before me? I dread the thought.

“Too many had come before you, love. By law, our hands were tied. We couldn’t touch him.” Vaylen nodded in my direction. “But you? No such law binds you.” He finished with a wicked smile. “The world is a better place without him in it.”

My shoulders loosened and my chest didn’t feel as tight. I didn’t feel guilty. Vaylen was right. The world would be a better place without him.

“Why weren't his blows landing?” I asked on a shaky breath.

“Me.” Vaylen shrugged. “We couldn't touch him, but I could make sure you were protected while you took him out, mon amour. ”

I pulled myself from where I was straddled across the lifeless, deflated chest of the predator beneath me and flopped to the floor. I landed with a thud in the ever increasing pool of crimson, it was warm and thick between my fingers.

My face was covered in streaks of scarlet and my hair stuck flat to my cheeks and forehead. My body ached.

I sighed deeply, my fingers idly drawing macabre doodles in the blood. Like the fingerpainting a toddler would do, but only in shades of red, and darker red. It was an oddly calming sensation.

“What would you like now, mon petit diablè?” Vaylen asked softly, watching my every move, one hand reached down until his fingers too, were soaking in the blood.

Right now, with the amount of adrenaline that was coursing through my veins and my thoughts running through my mind like billions of dying, colliding stars, one thing was clear.

I wanted him.

I straightened my spine, my decision, made.

Vaylen didn't even have a chance to read my thoughts before I was on him. His position, where he knelt before me, left him open and unguarded.

I lunged quickly, using my weight and his lower centre of gravity to plunge him backward, pinning him to the floor beneath me. He landed with a thud, his hands gripped my hips as I went down with him. I gripped his shoulder with one hand and clasped his throat tightly with the other.

His lips tipped up in a dashing smile as my fingers tightened slightly around his throat, testing my limits. I was playing a dangerous game with a deadly opponent.

Playing with him like this was like toying with a lion or a venomous serpent. He was coiled up and ready to strike.

He let me win, giving into me as my lips collided with his, my movements hurried. A clashing of teeth and tongues as I devoured him, his scent surrounded me. It blocked out the metallic stench that had coated me from head to toe and enveloped me with one that was smokey and earthy, moss and fig.

His hands were in my hair, wiping the blood from my face and eyes as he kissed me back with fervour. He pushed the blood streaked hair back from my face, a look of adoration crossed his features before his lips met mine again hungrily.

“The way in which I have waited for the taste of your lips upon mine, mon amour .” He said desperately between kisses in a sweet frenzy.

I captured his bottom lip between my teeth, stopping any more of his words from escaping, I bit down and pulled. A guttural growl tore from deep within his chest as his blood welled to the surface. The taste of him, so silky and decadent, graced my tongue.

He bucked his hips, there was no mistaking the hardness of his cock that was threatening to split the seams of his perfectly tailored slacks as he thrust against me. I met him thrust for thrust.

The grip he had upon my hips tightened as I moved.

I pulled back, gasping heavy, lust filled breaths. I noticed, as I stared down at my dangerous conquest, that his chest was heaving just as much as mine and his eyes were radiant and starving as they glittered in the muted amber light.

The words went unspoken, his hands were quickly at the hem of my top. I bit my lip and nodded my consent. He had my shirt up and over my head in no time and our lips were crashing together once more.

With our lips locked and tongues dancing with one another in a tangled, warring embrace, I fumbled with his belt, the heavy gold buckle finally clanging open. He ripped at the fabric of my pants, the centre seam tearing apart easily under his touch as I undone the button of his trousers.

His cock sprung free as the final tooth of his zipper released. The long, thick length of his cock coming to rest against his lower abdomen, almost reaching his navel. The underside of his shaft was laddered in piercings, the silver balls glimmered with the light.

I'd never had a pierced cock before, I was intrigued and awed.

I pulled my panties to the side as I prepared myself. I was slick and ready, I slid my fingers through my wetness, coming away slightly messy. These disposable menstrual cups did nothing for me.

Our lips parted as he hissed, his nostrils flaring.

“You're bleeding.” He stated darkly with a flick of his eyes down to the apex of my thighs and then back to my fingers.

“I am.” I tested. My voice sounded stronger than I had anticipated.

He snatched my hand in an iron grip and brought the fingers to his lips. He placed a soft kiss to the tips before he drew them in, his tongue swirling around them. Relishing my taste.

“Fuck.” He breathed, our lips clashing together once more in a desperate claiming.

I ripped the buttons from his shirt, one by one until the fabric parted, exposing the glorious expanse of heavily tattooed flesh of his chest.

I ran my fingertips over his abdomen, across the carved muscles that flexed and tightened under my touch, lower to the ‘v’ shape that sculpted his hips and then even lower still to the thick curls that surrounded the base of his cock.

Our lips parted again. I looked down at his throbbing length from where it lay thick and long against the plains of his chiselled stomach, moisture beaded at the tip.

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, not quite touching around his girth and swallowed deeply as I took in the size of him, then met his gaze.

His eyes, a molten gold, inspected every inch of my body hungrily.

He looked down to where I had him in an iron grip and said with gravel in his voice, “Use me, mon petit diable . Show me where your delicate stops.”

I didn't have to be asked twice as I lifted myself up enough to accommodate his length before I lowered myself hastily back down. Spearing myself upon him.

I took each and every glorious thick inch of him inside of me in one swift motion until I had completely sheathed his cock.

Each bump of his piercings hit me perfectly as I seated myself.

I let out a carnal moan as I bottomed out on him, one he reciprocated with a guttural growl of his own that rattled the flimsy glass panes in the windows behind us. He added a squeeze to my hips, his fingertips carving into the supple flesh.

I used his shoulders as support as I fucked myself on his cock.

He hissed again, a primal sound tearing from between his teeth as he took in the sight of where we were joined so perfectly.

Only then did I notice his slightly elongated canines. I ached to have them inside of me, too.

“Take from me.” I all but pleaded on a husky breath and arched my neck, allowing him access.

Vaylen didn't answer. He just shook his head with a deviant glint in his eye and gripped the front of my bra.

With absolutely no effort on his behalf, the lacey fabric disintegrated beneath his touch. My breasts fell into place against my sternum, no longer caged by their almost torturous bindings.

Vaylen licked his lips as he looked his fill of my heavy breasts. His eyes flicked to mine, a burning desire flitted across his features as he bared his fangs.

I rolled my hips, grinding down on his length, answering his unasked question.

Vaylen didn't hesitate as he pulled me forward, his hand encompassed the expanse of my lower back. The new position created a delicious friction against my clit as I worked myself on his length.

He grinned up at me wickedly, I noticed then that one of his canines was dipped in gold, the tip so sharp and deadly.

His eyes were alight with a boyish charm as he looked at me in awe. His breathing stuttered before he struck.

That lightning quick strike of pain coursed through me as he quickly lanced my flesh with his lethally sharp incisors.

His lips covered my peaked nipple as he bit down.

I arched, the pain quickly giving way to pure pleasure as he started to drink.

The sight of him so open and vulnerable and all mine as he took from me was my undoing.

This otherworldly, terrifying man with an untold amount of power, of an undetermined age was at my mercy.

Worshipping me.

Everything else melted away as I rode him.

I savoured the feeling and the fullness of Vaylen's cock buried inside of me, his fangs in my flesh as he drew me in.

I tangled my fingers in his raven tresses, holding him to my chest. He bit down harder, his tongue on the underside of my breast was massaging and soothing in a tender caress.

Every ridge of Vaylen's thick cock hit my inner walls as he ploughed into me and sent my eyes rolling back. Wordless pleas escaped my lips in nothing but pure pleasured desperation.

Our pace was raw and brutal and carnal, acting on nothing but base instincts. He met me thrust for thrust, pound for pound, allowing me to use him to chase my own release.

“Oh… Fuck.” I gasped as my muscles tightened, my orgasm building.

“I have waited for this, for you, for far longer than you know, my little devil.” Vaylen spoke softly, releasing his fangs from my breast.

I looked at the delicate puncture wounds, so perfectly symmetrical that dotted each side of my breast, just above my nipple. Blood trickled from the open wounds, Vaylen was quick to lave his tongue over the scarlet trail, savouring every last drop of me.

I slowed my grinds, my heartbeat echoing right down into my pussy, clenching on his cock as I came apart on him.

Vaylen held on to me tightly as my orgasm crested within me, like liquid fire coursing through my veins.

“That’s it.” He purred, his face pushed hard against my chest causing his voice to rattle my lungs.

I stuttered out a breath and melted into his embrace, slowly coming down from my high.

I loosened the grip I had upon his hair and trailed my fingers over his shoulders. He looked up at me, his eyes full of awe and reverence. A boy-like smile spread across his face.

“ Mon Amour, to have you like this…” Vaylen trailed off, his hands tracing the lines of my spine and hips.

His cock twitched inside of me, reminding me that he hadn't yet come. I slowly started to move my hips, causing a renewed delicious friction between us.

He growled deeply, his eyes growing dark as his hands gripped my hips and halted my movements.

“Ah, mon petit diable ,” He tsked. “When I fill you, it will only be after you're a whimpering, boneless, sloppy wet mess. Only once Navien and Cairn and Killian have had their way with you will you have my cum. Not before. Understood?” He captured my lips between his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine.

I couldn't speak, but I knew he wanted an answer, so I nodded softly.

His lips went soft then, pliant as they moulded themselves to mine in a tender kiss.

“Good.” He said with a nod as he pulled away, leaving me gasping and breathless.

“Come,” he tapped me on the ass as if to get me moving. “Or I'll have one of the others come and drag you off me.”

“You say that like it's a threat.” I retorted and started to lift myself from his still hard cock. I felt every thick inch slide free, every ridge and valley, every vein and bump from the piercing that adorned the underside of his cock.

“Oh, it will be.” His voice grew intimidating and dark. The hands on my hips gripped tightly and pulled me back down roughly on his cock with one single movement.

The shock of the invasion took my breath away and I yelped out a pleasured noise.

“All good up there?” A voice called from the floor below.

“Just teaching the brat not to back-chat.” Vaylen called back down coolly.

I was about to protest until he started rolling his hips under me, slowly retreating his cock and then stuffing it back in again. I let out a sigh and melted into the delicious feeling of him.

With the speed and dexterity that only a vampire could have, he flipped me until I was on my stomach and he was behind me, thrusting into me lazily, holding me down by the scruff of the neck.

“Now, mon amour ,” thrust . “We have business to attend to.” Thrust .

But this time, on the way back, he withdrew his cock from me fully, leaving me feeling utterly empty. I sagged and huffed out a disappointed breath.

“Are you pouting right now?” Vaylen asked with a smile to his voice.

“No.” I absolutely was pouting.

“I don't believe you, little one.”

I sat up and composed myself before turning to face him, showing him I absolutely was not pouting, but as I turned, I came face to face with Vaylen's glistening cock.

He hadn't yet tucked himself away and he was dripping with me.

I swallowed thickly.

He looked down at his messy cock and said, “The next time you make a mess of me, mon amour , I will make you clean it up. Every last inch.” His voice was gravelly and sinful and laced with warning and desire.

He reached down and stuffed his still hard cock uncomfortably back into his trousers.

He held a hand out to me, I took it, and he pulled me up. I went to grab my shirt from the crimson pool beneath my feet, but was met with a commanding “Leave it.”

It was Cairn, and with him, he carried his heavy, black duffle jacket.

He motioned for me to turn around as he helped me into it.

It was long, and fell almost to my knees. He dexterously fastened the buttons and gave the lapels a quick dusting for invisible lint, before bending and kissing my bloody forehead.

He too pushed the blood-stained strands of hair from my face, not worrying about his hands getting messy.

“I'll see you down stairs, poppet.” Cairn stated before he turned and stalked off, leaving me alone again with Vaylen.

“What am I supposed to do for pants and…” I trailed off.

“For what, little one?”

I didn't want to say it out loud, but I was still bleeding, whether it bothered them or not, it bothered me. And I was pretty sure Vaylen had dislodged my cup.

“You bleeding is nothing to be ashamed of, mon amour .” Vaylen plucked the thought from my mind. “It's a beautiful thing.”

“For you, maybe.” I retorted.

Vaylen just glared at me with a raised brow. “Killian, mon coeur. ” Vaylen called down.

“Mmm,” Killian responded back up.

“Make sure Brayden is on his way back, tell him to bring an assortment of sanitary items with him.” He said nonchalantly. “Oh, and a cleanup crew.” He tacked on as an afterthought.

I could crawl in a hole and perish. “It's honestly fine, I just need my handbag.” I spoke softly.

“On it,” Killian called back up and was on the phone to Brayden in an instant.

“You could just free bleed?” Vaylen shrugged. “We wouldn't mind.”

I pulled an unlady-like face at him that told him exactly how I felt about that.

“What? Your scent while you're bleeding is intoxicating, mon petit diable . Like spiced fruits and midnight blooming roses.”

I raised a brow sceptically.

“It's true.” He shrugged innocently. “Or…” He continued. “One of us could be filling all of your holes and devouring your delicious pussy the entire week you bleed?”

He winked.

My mouth gaped.

“Yes, I like that idea better.” He nodded.

I was both horrified and intrigued by that thought.

“Don't pretend you hate it, mon amour . It will be fun.” He finished and held a hand out to me.

I took it and he squeezed lightly.