Page 61 of Bloody Quarter

“Taste me,” he ordered and looked at his bleeding shoulder. A surge of need took a stranglehold as I focused on him and ignored the dead man behind me. “Do it, Doll. Taste me and join with me in mind, body, soul, and blood.” He dabbed his thumb in the cut on his shoulder and placed it on my bottom lip. “Part of you will forever run through my veins, and I will be inside you in all ways.” Staring into his eyes, I sucked it into my mouth, and my stomach tightened into a knot as his lip pulled up in a feral snarl.

As soon as he slipped his thumb free, I rose up on my toes and leaned in close to his shoulder. The flat of my tongue licked along the long gash. The warm, metallic taste of him filled my mouth, making me moan. His eyes darkened further, sucking me into the hypnotic mirrors that showed me my soul.

I gasped as his hand wrapped around my throat and his lips crushed down on mine. The flavor of our mingling blood tingled my tastebuds. His tongue pushed past mine, invading and taking control like he was going to eat me for real, as he hauled me up against his body.

Everything was happening so fast, and the already free-flowing adrenaline mixed with the wild passion that Greyson stirred made me lightheaded. The earlier fear fed into the building desire. Greyson broke the kiss with a dangerous growl that had my legs shaking.

He pulled on his belt, and I looked down in shock, considering the chaos all around us. Greyson grabbed my jaw and forced me to look him in the eyes. “It’s time for you to be reborn, Doll. Don’t look away.” I swallowed hard. I wasn’t sure what he meant, and even though I was terrified to find out, I also knew I would welcome whatever it was.

The clink of his belt was loud in the heavy silence. The world around us dissipated like nothing else existed other than him. Letting my jaw go, I made sure not to look away as he unfastened my jeans. I held still, the animal caught in his trap, and I didn’t want to break free. He never looked away from my face as my sneakers were pulled off, and then my jeans and underwear were tossed aside.

The air that was already struggling to be expelled froze in my chest as he rose to his feet, his lips a breath away from mine. Without saying a word, he walked away and came back with something in his hand. I wanted to know what it was so badly, but I never looked away from his eyes.

One finger at a time, he wrapped his hand around my throat once more. This time, he squeezed enough that it cut off most of my air supply. Using his arm, he guided me down to my knees in front of him, and I shivered when they touched the puddle of alcohol that had plagued me.

“Are you my good girl or bad girl, Doll?”

“I’m neither. I’m your doll forever,” I said, past my constricted airway.

His lip curved up. “Then you’re going to prove it,” he said, and I nodded as a shiver slithered down my spine.

“Lay down and spread your legs. I want to look at you.” Legs shaking, I laid down among the alcohol, broken glass, and blood that decorated the floor like a morbid masterpiece. It was as if the bar had become what was in the aching depths of my soul.

Greyson openly stared as I ran my hands over my chest, leaving streaks of red in their wake. I watched his hand like a cat would with a mouse as he pulled his knife out.

“What did I say?”

My eyes snapped up to his, my heart fluttering as his eyes roamed over my body, but I sucked in a sharp breath when he placed the knife over his heart and dug the tip of the blade in. He never wavered as he slowly carved into his chest. Red lines ran down and coated his abs, and I licked my lips. He finished the last line, and the pounding of my heart became a steady drum in my ears as my body filled with emotions that there were no words for, but love was too mild. My eyes traced the word DOLL as he knelt between my legs.

Unable to resist any longer, I sat up and licked at the blood running from the cuts. “Fuck, yes,” he growled.

I panted, wanting more, even as he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back from his chest. My tongue hung out, showing off his blood that tainted my mouth. Greyson kissed me like he had earlier, greedily taking over every inch with his possessiveness.

Lost…I was lost in a sea of lust and desires that were consuming as they filled every cracked and damaged piece of my soul. A frantic need had me raking my nails across his shoulders and ignoring the cold of the wet floor as he pushed me down onto my back.

A shuddering moan escaped past my lips as he rubbed the tip of his cock along my soaking wet pussy. There was nothing I wanted more than for him to fill me up, complete me, and make me whole. I had finally found the piece of me that had been missing. We didn’t just fit. We were two people with one beating heart. He was the other half of my torn soul, and when we were together, we were whole.

Greyson groaned, the vibration flowing all through my body as he slowly pushed into me. This tender side of him ramped up the desire in me to all new heights. If he demanded my soul, I would hand it over. But he wasn’t demanding he was asking. His body practically begged without words, and yet there was no denying the deep connection and the wordless question.

My hips cradled his as he came to a stop. I broke the kiss and panted as I held him, not wanting to let go.

“I’d die for you,” I said against his lips.

“Would you die right now,” he asked, pulling out and thrusting back into my body at a teasingly slow pace.

“Yes,” I said without hesitation, welcoming him and everything that he was. Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, he bit down. There was a sharp sting, but I moaned and pushed my hips up to meet him.

Our bodies joined again and again, and I didn’t care about anything else. The sky could be falling, a demon apocalypse could be ravaging the city, and even an audience of thousands wouldn’t stop us. The orgasm was steadily rising, and my body arched up against his as I clung to him.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you trust me to end your life?”

Blinking, I locked eyes with him. “You want to kill me?”

“I want you to shed the last layer of who you are. It’s time, and you’re ready to rise from the carnage of your past like a phoenix rises from the ashes. I want to end your old life and then breathe our new life back into you. Do you trust me to do that?”