Chapter Eighty

XADEN'S POV

"Get on all fours," I command the Offering. 

Every inch of me is alive, burning, alive. 

I haven't felt this way in centuries. Burning. In love. 

Holy fuck. Did I just admit to Remi I'm in love with her? 

_*Feed on her.*_

The heat of my confession fuels me with a mutual anger and dominance I've never known. 

Remi does as I say, rounding her body around and settling on the cold, harsh grass on all fours. 

It's not punishing enough. The wet, frozen grass cuts into her bare palms. 

_*Drink her blood*_

Nothing is punishing enough for what she's done to me. 

Remi squeaks as if she can sense my rage. She flinches when I speak. 

"I love you," I repeat to her, running my hand over the bare exposed area of her calf and lower leg, "but never have I handed myself over to a woman like this before. And there's going to be punishment, Remi, eternal and damning punishment." 

The little girl moans. Dumb, dumb little girl she is. She has no idea what she's done to me, no idea what I'm planning on doing to her. 

With one quick motion, I slide a single hand through her legs and beneath her stomach, then flip her onto her back like she weighs nothing more than a paperclip. 

"You're angry," is all she says. Probably noting my heaving shoulders and ragged breath. "You're angry with me for you loving me." 

I let something out that's between a growl and a sob. Remi's dress exposed the bare white of her upper thighs, and I rub my hand over her milk-white skin. 

"I'm not angry with you, Little One." 

Remi may be a virgin, but she's woman enough to know what's coming. How I have no choice in the sick and twisted thoughts that stem from the Isle I was born onto. How my personal demons have no choice but to frighten her. 

No desire other than to punish her. 

*The girl deserves it.* One of them whispers to her. And very softly, calmly, I say back to it. I know. 

Remi does fucking deserve it. For being the only woman in my entire life to ever make me break my vow. 

She doesn’t know it. 

Will never know it. 

But I’m a virgin, too. 

“You’re a virgin?”

My eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck. My shadows hiss in anger, and escape my body before I can handle them, no doubt changing my red eyes to black shadow. 

“Did I tell you you could read my thoughts, little fucking slut?” 

Remi’s eyes go wide as the moon above, she visibly flinches, and pulls away from my magic, but I, as well as my shadows, wrap around her ankles and drag her back to me against the ice ground. Her fingers scratch against the ice–enough of a sign that my shadows are at play–terrifying her, and her skin cuts. 

There it is. Sweet as a rose. 

Remi dears fresh blood. 

“X-Xaden.” 

Terrified is far beyond the word I’d use to describe Remi. But the little doe doesn’t struggle in my grasp. Not yet at least. 

When I speak again, my voice is lower, and I press my cock against the fabric of her dress. 

“Care to read my thoughts again, little doe?”

Remi’s pulse races. I can feel it in my grasp on her wrist. Still, she doesn’t struggle. 

For my little girl is brave and reckless. 

Suffocate her. 

Remi struggles. I encase her harder. 

“You said you wanted this, didn’t you? You said you could handle it, that you want it rough?” 

The wetness between Remi’s legs is more than enough confirmation of her bodily reaction, but I need more than that. 

What I’ll do to her–what my shadows will do to her. I need to make sure she wants this. 

Remi nods her head. 

“I need the words, Remi.” 

“I want you Xaden, Shadows and all.” 

My cock throbs. I lean over her, then pick up her hand, and lick the blood from one of her fingers thin cuts. 

“You want this?” 

Another nod. “Yes.” 

“Then. Read. My. Thoughts.” 

A slight sob escapes her throat. Finally. 

I like to see my little girl cry as much as bleed and choke. 

“Y-you want me to bleed,” she manages, “and cry, and choke.” 

When I push a strand of her hair from her face, I coat her forehead in her own red blood. “What else?” 

She squirms her hips up, I almost lose control fully when the fabric of her panties grazes my cock. She’s desperate. Dripping. 

Absolutely fucking perfect. 

Tears stream down Remi’s face. They glow like steams of crystal under the full moon. How lucky am I to have met someone as messed up as me. How lucky am I to have met someone that loves me for all of me. 

Remi hears all my thoughts. Her cheeks warm with the praise. But she chooses her words carefully. Flirtatiously. 

“You want to punish fuck me–you only want to punish fuck me.” 

Gods she’s fucking sexy. 

I press my lips to her breasts, then say fuck it and tear the entire corset off of her chest with my fangs. Keiran is a rich man–he’ll buy her a new dress. 

I’m a rich man too, but I’d prefer the Offering only in sapphire jewels. 

“And what are your thoughts, Remi Darling?” 

I trail my lips over her breasts and down the plane of her stomach. If it weren’t for my shadows wrapped over nearly every inch of her body, strapping her down, her hips would buckle into my face. 

Not that I’d mind it. 

“My thoughts are that I want to be punish fucked. That I want to submit and serve.” 

To hear such a strong-willed girl admit to such a thing–Remi was never really an easy conquer, even with my power of fear. She only screamed that first time I met her to play the victim, to play a game with the twins. 

A game which she’s long since won. 

“I’m going to bite you here,” I tell her, pressing into the skin right above her clit. “It won’t be deep, but it will drip.”

Wrapped around by the neck, Remi can’t even lift her head to see where I pressed. But she nods eagerly enough for me to see at this angle. So I bare my fangs and–

Sweet, sweet Mother Above. 

The way Remi’s blood tastes makes me believe in fated mates. 

If you perfumed a rose, then drank it, infused with diamonds or whatever shit, that wouldn’t compared to Remi’s blood–not even a little bit. 

Remi moans. The blood drips from where I bit to her clit, then down to her slit. She’s gleaming in desire and red. Bare for me. 

She screams when I lick her clit. 

If lick is even the proper word for it. 

Faster and faster I devour her, drinking in every drop. Her hands thrash against the restraints, and in my pure bliss, I let her loose and allow her palms to fist into my hair. 

My Remi. 

My Remi. 

There is nothing but her for me. No wars, or peace, or earth. 

She is a lost demons salvation. A soul for my soulless void. 

And I will claim her. 

“I hate when the other men touch you.” 

Remi pauses. This is a boundary I’m crossing. But we’ve crossed every fucking boundary in the book tonight. 

Remi props herself onto her elbows. “Xaden–” she starts. 

“Don’t,” I cut her off. I pull myself up and onto my knees before her. “You don’t need to say anything.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself. You never have to explain herself.” I tell her as I spread her legs open. Remi widens for me. She positions my cock at her entrance with needy hands. I let her. 

“You love them all,” I say, pressing my head into her tightness. “And I love you.” 

The mountains shake as I enter her. And she screams loud enough to drown out my moan. 

“Oh, fuck.” 

Remi clenches her arms around my back in pain, in pleasure–I’m not quite sure right now. Her pussy is tight, warm–so unbelievably fucking tight. 

“Good fucking girl,” I praise her, pumping into her slower, letting her adjust to me. “So fucking tight for me baby girl. Have you been a good girl waiting for me to fill you all your life?”

Remi’s blue eyes lock on me. Blue as the eastern sea. “Yes,” she gasps out. Her fingernails dig into my back, drawing blood. “Yes, daddy.” 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

I draw out of her slowly, then slam back into her walls. She should be punished just for the nickname, punished just for having those perfect fucking tits. 

 “Apologize for how tight you are” I command her, picking up speed again and watching as her eyes roll back. 

“I’m sorry daddy,” she begins to babble, her head lolling as I begin to fuck her harder, “I’m sorry I’m such a tight virgin slut–”

I cover her mouth with my hand just to keep from cumming. Every nerve muscle of my body is alive, and my balls tighten at the thought of her slutty little mouth. 

Pure bliss and surrender mark my girls eyes. My girls eyes. 

At the thought of Keiran and the twins, my eyes darken. 

I move my hand from her mouth to her throat. I inch my face as close to hers as possibly, not caring if the black eyes frighten her, or the bright red ones from my feeding of her fresh blood. 

She loves me as a monster. Might as well be one. 

“I want to murder them all for touching you.” 

Remi’s walls tighten in response. My abdominal muscles coil in response. 

“All of them fucking look at you like they want you, and it makes me want to snap their necks.” 

The mountains in the distance–one snaps, fully snaps, in half. 

Keiran is going to murder me for that. 

“F-fuck Keiran,” Remi gaps out from beneath me, “cum inside me telling me how much you despise him for fucking me.” 

For fucking her mouth, not her. 

“Aren’t those the same thing?” Remi teases. 

I pull out, a new wave of anger flooding me. She’s playing at my jealousy. Dumb little whore.  Is she trying to end up dead? 

“Flip over if you want me to finish fucking you.” 

Remi’s shaking in unmet need. Like hell am I letting her cum. The girl begged to serve me, not the other way around. 

She tries to play it off cool. “Fine,” she shrugs, but when she flips over her gleaming cunt reveals that she likely already came, and is building up a second one. 

Good. 

Let her live in desperate need of me. Let her fucking scream and beg. 

And let me make sure I give her the proper punishment for not asking her master’s permission to cum. 

I grab her throat from behind, bite into her neck, and drink from her. 

“Bad girl–” I spank her, hard, right over her swelled clit. “Bad, bad, fucking girl.” 

Remi whimpers. “I’m s-sorry,” she chokes out. 

This is not enough. For me. For the demons. 

For the demon I am. 

“Cry,” I command, emotionless, void. 

And Remi, good girl she is, is sobbing by the time I stick my dick back into her cunt. 

“I’m s-sorry Xaden,” she cries, spreading her legs wider and wider beneath me as I begin mercilessly fucking her from behind. 

I scoop her up from behind, picking her up with one arm around her neck and bringing us both onto our knees. Her breasts are exposed to the garden, and I keep my arm around her throat, cutting her air supply off. 

And expose her, blood, tits and all, to my brothers out across the snow.
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