Page 145 of Lured By Shadows

I took over, latching onto her neck and digging my sharp nails through the flesh, feeling the hot gush of blood slick my fingers. She tried screaming, but I punctured her larynx in the process, the sound cutting into a wet gurgle as blood spewed into her lungs, drowning her from within.

This was the end for her, and I only grinned wider, my eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she stared at me for her final moments, her dying cunt giving one last weak spasm against the ruin between her thighs.

“This is all for my beloved, whom you dared to disrespect: Ira.”

That was the last word she heard before her eyes dimmed and her soul slowly faded away, the warmth of her body cooling beneath my touch.

Taking a human life had never felt intoxicating until the moment it became an offering made for Ira.

My eyes slowly paraded over to Carter, who gasped and then retched onto the carpet below, his body convulsing as bile splattered across the floor. I couldn’t help but chuckle with amusement as the last contents left his stomach, the sound of his retching mingling with the wet rasp of his breath. My mouth elongated and widened, showcasing all my sharp teeth, the gleam of my fangs catching the dim light.

Rupert rolled his eyes and dropped the dead weight onto the ground with a heavy thud, her body sprawling in a mess of blood and fluids.

That gave me a chance to go to Carter.

One moment, I was next to Rupert, and the next, I had Carter’s throat in my grasp, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh of his neck. The smell of human vomit disgusted me, but the lingering scent of blood held my interest, its metallic tang mingling with the stale sweat of his fear.

I glared down at the impudent human, his eyes blown wide with terror, his limp dick shriveled and pathetic against his thigh. To think this inferior male had ever been inside her infuriated me beyond reason, the thought of his cock so much as brushing her skin sending a spike of rage through my veins.

I slipped up and crushed his windpipe, the cartilage giving way with a soft crunch. He began gasping for air, his face purpling as he clawed at my grip, and I narrowed my eyes before releasing him.

He fell to the ground, choking and writhing.

Rupert sneered. “Killing him so soon, brother?”

“Keep him alive.” I furrowed my brows, concentrating on not causing strife between my brother and me. He could be too playful, especially when I was taking this seriously, his bloodlust threatening to turn tonight into a prolonged spectacle.

He glared at me momentarily before listening, quickly pulsing dark shadows through the boy’s windpipe to keep him stable enough to breathe, the dark tendrils knitting torn flesh and forcing air into his lungs.

We heard the rasping of his lungs trying desperately to breathe, each inhale a wet, struggling rattle.

“I can’t keep him alive much longer. End this farce.”

My eye twitched in annoyance, but I crouched down, watching him struggle to take in air, his chest heaving with panicked effort.

“Where should I place your cock? You will not be needing it much longer.” I grinned wider, my fangs glinting, and his heart rate pulsed even quicker, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs.

Carter tried shaking his head no in stricken panic, his eyes wild and pleading, but surely he knew this was the end. That his pathetic member would soon be parted from his worthless body.

“Should I shove it in your stomach? It is the least we could do for you, so you know how disgusting your own cock tastes.”

“That sounds fun, brother,” Rupert added, bouncing on the pads of his feet, his voice dripping with eager anticipation. “Shove it down his throat!”

I did quite like the idea. The image of his own cock choking him as he died was delicious, but Carter thought differently, his voice cracking with terror.

“No—No, God no! Please!”

He begged just as ugly as Breeanna had, his pleas wet and desperate, snot and tears mixing on his face.

My hand shot out and grabbed onto the tiny, shriveled cock, feeling its pathetic softness against my palm, the skin clammy with fear-sweat.

“How does it feel that the last time someone feels this disgusting, impudent cock will be me?” I sneered, my fingers tightening around the base, savoring the frantic pulse of his blood through the useless organ.

By now, his words had devolved into random babble, but I knew he was displeased.

“But me? I get to touch, slide inside, and love Ira for the rest of forever.” Gods, I closed my eyes briefly, picturing her beautiful, luscious body pressed against mine; the soft swell of her breasts; the heat of her thighs; and the taste of her skin. “It nearly sends me into bliss thinking about it, even though I have your vile cock in my hand.”

“Gods, could you be any more repugnant?” Rupert scowled but held steady with the shadows, his dark power pulsing to keep Carter’s ruined throat alive.