I’ll rip her out and send her over.
A face flashes across my gaze and my breath hitches.
There are no features, just a feeling. It snaps an inch of me back in to quell the monster.
That inch doesn’t want this to be on Juliet’s terms. I used to follow certain rules; she’s making me break them.
Fuck her.
“Tahlia,” I mutter, shutting my eyes. “If you don’t leave now, you won’t leave alive.”
Her breath is so labored I hear it go in and out of her in rushed waves. “I don’t care.” Her hands rest on my chest. “Promise me you won’t let them take me back to the main grounds.”
The urgency in her voice doesn’t slay the monster. But it gives me control.
I’ll always be a monster, after all. But she is more than my prey. She is Tahlia, and her eyes plead to me.
I nod my head, screw my mouth up, and whistle.
My song sweeps the air around us. I feel clean. Like I’ve been air lifted off a mountain of shit. My body seems to forget the months of abuse and hunger. The months of isolation. The months of not being able to use my voice.
My lips vibrate with song. With each note they form, my mind buzzes. My muscles sing, and god damn, it feels…so good. No more jolts of pain. No more patches of ragweed clogging my throat. All of it, replaced by fluid energy.
By vitality.
A cool mist massages into my muscles. Filters my blood. Satisfies the curse. My body feels so relaxed I almost stumble into her and take us both to the floor.
I shake out my arms and legs, and somehow manage to stop whistling. Glancing down into her eyes, I know she’s answering the call. I know she’s mine.
The fiery need in her eyes is gone. All that’s left is the gaze of a woman that has everything she’s ever wanted.
She has no more questions; all her answers having been given in the song.
Seeing that, the rush comes. No, the high. It swirls in my brain and makes me giddier than the front row of a Snoop Dogg concert.
I should feel bad that I’m killing her—I should.
All I can do is smile. And she smiles back, then drags her fingers down my forearms. My eyes slide shut. Human touch. Her warm fingers leak the blood from my brain and into my lower organ.
I start panting like a thirsty dog.
“Wow,” she says, running her fingers up and down my chest now. “You look so… different. It’s… incredible.”
The awe in her tone snaps my eyes open. I glance down. The spider web of scars has dissolved into my skin. I can’t heal without using my power, but when I do, it’s almost instant.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she gazes up at me in interest. “There’s blue in your eyes now.”
I nod, more interested in her than me. “How do you feel?”
Her eyes widen, and lightheartedness rubs against me. “It’s gone, Pike.” She shakes her head. “All the emptiness. You’re… Incredible.”
I start to speak when she presses her body close to mine again.
“More,” she whispers.
Her arms twist around my neck, forcing my face downward.
“Tahlia.” I breathe into her hair.
“More,” she moans, clinging to me.
Taking in another deep breath, I pucker up and whistle for her.
The second rush shoves me out of myself and up into the high. We call it the siren wave. I reach for her and pull her up into my arms so that we can ride the wave together. My song shoots out of me, a thousand tiny strings that attach to her, feeding her the knowledge of what she needs. What she desires.
A light moan falls from her parted lips.
The longer I fuel her with what she needs; I go from feeling vital, to fu-cking Superman. I’m Superblack. On the verge of becoming power drunk, I let the song drift off and she collapses into my arms.
I hold her easily as she trembles like a woman that just got her nut off.
“Mm,” she mutters, pulling herself straight. “I want to stay with you tonight, Pike.”
I wet my lips. “For sho?”
She just stares up at me for a few seconds, then shrugs. “Is this part of
A face flashes across my gaze and my breath hitches.
There are no features, just a feeling. It snaps an inch of me back in to quell the monster.
That inch doesn’t want this to be on Juliet’s terms. I used to follow certain rules; she’s making me break them.
Fuck her.
“Tahlia,” I mutter, shutting my eyes. “If you don’t leave now, you won’t leave alive.”
Her breath is so labored I hear it go in and out of her in rushed waves. “I don’t care.” Her hands rest on my chest. “Promise me you won’t let them take me back to the main grounds.”
The urgency in her voice doesn’t slay the monster. But it gives me control.
I’ll always be a monster, after all. But she is more than my prey. She is Tahlia, and her eyes plead to me.
I nod my head, screw my mouth up, and whistle.
My song sweeps the air around us. I feel clean. Like I’ve been air lifted off a mountain of shit. My body seems to forget the months of abuse and hunger. The months of isolation. The months of not being able to use my voice.
My lips vibrate with song. With each note they form, my mind buzzes. My muscles sing, and god damn, it feels…so good. No more jolts of pain. No more patches of ragweed clogging my throat. All of it, replaced by fluid energy.
By vitality.
A cool mist massages into my muscles. Filters my blood. Satisfies the curse. My body feels so relaxed I almost stumble into her and take us both to the floor.
I shake out my arms and legs, and somehow manage to stop whistling. Glancing down into her eyes, I know she’s answering the call. I know she’s mine.
The fiery need in her eyes is gone. All that’s left is the gaze of a woman that has everything she’s ever wanted.
She has no more questions; all her answers having been given in the song.
Seeing that, the rush comes. No, the high. It swirls in my brain and makes me giddier than the front row of a Snoop Dogg concert.
I should feel bad that I’m killing her—I should.
All I can do is smile. And she smiles back, then drags her fingers down my forearms. My eyes slide shut. Human touch. Her warm fingers leak the blood from my brain and into my lower organ.
I start panting like a thirsty dog.
“Wow,” she says, running her fingers up and down my chest now. “You look so… different. It’s… incredible.”
The awe in her tone snaps my eyes open. I glance down. The spider web of scars has dissolved into my skin. I can’t heal without using my power, but when I do, it’s almost instant.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she gazes up at me in interest. “There’s blue in your eyes now.”
I nod, more interested in her than me. “How do you feel?”
Her eyes widen, and lightheartedness rubs against me. “It’s gone, Pike.” She shakes her head. “All the emptiness. You’re… Incredible.”
I start to speak when she presses her body close to mine again.
“More,” she whispers.
Her arms twist around my neck, forcing my face downward.
“Tahlia.” I breathe into her hair.
“More,” she moans, clinging to me.
Taking in another deep breath, I pucker up and whistle for her.
The second rush shoves me out of myself and up into the high. We call it the siren wave. I reach for her and pull her up into my arms so that we can ride the wave together. My song shoots out of me, a thousand tiny strings that attach to her, feeding her the knowledge of what she needs. What she desires.
A light moan falls from her parted lips.
The longer I fuel her with what she needs; I go from feeling vital, to fu-cking Superman. I’m Superblack. On the verge of becoming power drunk, I let the song drift off and she collapses into my arms.
I hold her easily as she trembles like a woman that just got her nut off.
“Mm,” she mutters, pulling herself straight. “I want to stay with you tonight, Pike.”
I wet my lips. “For sho?”
She just stares up at me for a few seconds, then shrugs. “Is this part of
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