Текст книги "Heat"

Автор книги: R. Lee Smith

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Chapter Nineteen

Sue-Eye rode in the backseat of the sedan next to the man-shaped thing called Kane. She was calm. She had watched him shoot down sixteen people. She’d watched him butcher twenty more, breaking open their skulls with his bare hands. She knew those people; had rode with them, denned with them, fucked and been fucked by them. She had always known the lives of those in the Pack were short and damned to end badly, but at the same time, she’d never believed the man existed who could put the Dawg down.

But Kane had done it. Not just Dawg, but all of them. Cammy was out there somewhere, probably walking her way back home to find Jesus and forget about the last five years of her life. There were a few dogs in jail (including Johnny Lobo, who had the distinction of putting a collar on Sue-Eye once upon a time, after taking her away from that truck stop in San Diego, after letting her spread her goods for every dick that had the urge, after letting Top Dawg piss in her hair), and maybe one or two more that were sleeping off a drunk in the trash-cluttered campsite that passed for home these days, but for all intents and purposes, Kane had killed them all. He’d wiped the Pack off the face of the Earth like a smear of bug guts off a windshield.

Still, Sue-Eye was calm. She knew her way around pure mean, she knew it blindfold. Every man she’d ever known, from her dad right on down the line, had been bred from that poison stock. She wasn’t afraid of the beatings she was sure would come, any more than she was afraid of the big man’s prick. Kane wasn’t human, but then, neither was anyone else swinging tackle between his legs, strictly speaking. He’d use what he wanted to use, his fists or his dick, it made no difference. She’d take it like a champ and beg for more, and he’d keep her when the check came due. They always did.

The purple-haired pony driving the car could be a problem. The big man had a soft spot for her, and judging by last night’s performance, he only had room enough for one soft spot.

That was fine. Sue-Eye had rode in the Pack six years as no one’s bitch, and she alone of all the girls who had ever come that way could say that. Killers had no loyalty, but they had politics, and Sue-Eye knew all the ins and outs of social climbing in a killer’s world. Before Little Miss Don’t-Touch-Me-I’m-Bleeding finished waving goodbye to her Aunt Flow, Sue-Eye intended to be wearing the big man’s tags.

Kane had turned them east after leaving Charlie’s Bar, and while his bitch drove, the big man dozed, his arms folded (the claws of his right hand still stained the ugly brown of dried blood) and his chin lowered to the smooth plane of his chest. He slept light, his eyes sliding open and instantly alert at the slightest of Sue-Eye’s movements. After two hours of this, he raised his head and leaned forward to look up the road.

“Do you want to stop?” Raven asked immediately.

“Briefly.” Kane’s gaze slicked back, black as oil, to run over Sue-Eye’s body. “We need water. Food. Different clothes for my ichuta’a. Then I want you take us back to the mountains.”

“We’re headed that way already,” Raven said.

“Good. It was cooler there. And I can do a little work—” His claws grazed over the top of his pack. “—before I have to hunt again.”

“What kind of clothes?” Raven asked. She was switching lanes, getting ready to pull off into the slat-board row of buildings that passed for a strip mall out here on the edge of nowhere.

“The kind you wear.” Kane eyed Sue-Eye’s jeans with an oddly impersonal irritation and grunted. “The kind I can get into.”

Raven parked at the end of the lot, switched off the engine and handed Kane back the keys. She picked up a t-shirt from the seat beside her and shrugged into it, setting her piercings to a muffled jingle, and then got out of the car. “I’ll be right back,” she said.

“I’ll be watching.” The warning in his voice was evident, but had the ring of habit to it. He settled back into his seat and watched Raven walk away, his claws flexing lightly on his biceps.

“You’re not afraid of her taking off?” Sue-Eye asked, trying for a tone of idle curiosity.

He didn’t answer, although he did rest his black eyes briefly and without expression on hers before returning to his watch.

The girl could be in there right now, telling the pop-eyed old farts who ran the place that the guy in the dark blue Nissan had a gun and was holding hostages, but clearly, Kane wasn’t going to hear it. Too soon, too soon to start picking at his rosy picture. Besides, Sue-Eye didn’t really think Raven would rat them out. The bitch knew too well what her man was capable of.

And here she came, rattling back across the parking lot with her rusty cart full of water bottles and two plastic sacks. She put everything in the front passenger seat, grimacing a little under the weight of the water (Kane shifted a little straighter in his seat, frowning), and then passing one of the sacks back to them. “They didn’t have much for food. I got beef jerky and granola bars.”

Kane went straight for the meat as Raven came back around and got behind the wheel. His teeth were sharklike, double rows of killing wedges, made for tearing throats and drinking blood. Sue-Eye faced front, listening as he ate.

After that, it was a three-hour drive east and into the mountains. The space around them got closer, choked in trees tall enough to block the climbing sun. The towns got further and further apart, and when they did run across one, there were a lot more antique stores and restaurants with words like ‘Tavern’ and ‘Cascade’ in their names. Tourist towns. Vacation towns. Places for rich people to come and look pretty while they hunted and shopped and looked at the lake.

“Stop here,” Kane said, when they came to one of these, a little six-street-square piece of nothing called Valley Springs. Sue-Eye couldn’t see a single person under fifty on the sidewalk.

Raven bit her lip as she scanned the quaint little shops for a hotel, and then turned up a side road, following a blue sign with the word Resort on it. There was a double row of cabins in a cute little park, and Sue-Eye knew they were in rich country when she saw how green the grass was. But there weren’t that many cars in the lot and she doubted they’d be turned away, even when they saw the color of Raven’s hair and the studs on Sue-Eye’s jacket. Raven parked the car, and Sue-Eye reached for the door latch.

Without warning, Kane’s hand closed in her hair and her head was wrenched back painfully. She opened her mouth, a ‘back off, motherfucker’ leaping instinctively to her throat in what would have been the very worst response, but her voice died.

She could see nothing but the claw that hung a hair’s breadth from her right eye. It was too close for her to bring it into focus, but she could feel it, she could feel the air itself bouncing off the reality of it and blowing back on her open eye. His face was somewhere beyond the claw, but she couldn’t look to see where. He was going to cut her good eye right out of her head.

“When I do this,” Kane said, very softly, from somewhere in the car, “you are going to feel it. You are going to feel your eye dimple just before I pop it. You are going to feel the heat of its guts pouring down your cheek. I may even make you drink it. Do you hear me, human?”

Yes. She couldn’t say it. She could barely mouth it.

“You’re going to feel it tug free of its tether. It’s going to hurt. Not much, I understand, not at first. Not until the cord snaps and I hold it free in my hand. It won’t bleed that much. You can’t die from it. Hear me, human. I can take them both and you will live.”

Yes.

Kane’s hand lowered and now she could see him, now the breath was scraping hoarsely in and out of her. Her eyes itched. She had to fight to keep from reaching up to rub at them.

He said, “We’re going in there. And that’s going to give you a great deal of power over me. But nothing you say, nothing you do, is going to stop me from taking your eyes. If I have time to do nothing else, I will still do that. Do we have an understanding?”

Her voice was still gone. She nodded instead.

“Good.” His eyes on her were black holes that mercy had never touched. “Stay close and keep quiet and you’ll live through this.” He opened his door and climbed out, snapping his fingers once as he went.

Sue-Eye followed him, her legs shaking and strengthless. ‘Be calm,’ she told herself. ‘He’ll hit you if he wants to hit you. He’ll fuck you if he feels like fucking. You’ve had a hundred men like him. They all say they’re going to kill you and none of them ever mean it.’

But none of them had ever threatened to cut out her eyes and feed them to her.

Kane’s arm came around her shoulders, a weight of warning. She could feel the lump of his gun pressing against her side. He waved Raven on ahead of them, and they walked a slow and measured pace across the lot to the resort’s office.

Sue-Eye was right. The clerk did look at Raven’s hair and he did look at Sue-Eye’s jacket. He looked longest at Kane, towering over both of them and gazing back at the clerk with a calm and smiling eye, but in the end, he filled out their registration forms without any show of hesitation. The kitchens were open until ten. The pool was available all night, but lifeguards were on duty only until six. Cabin eight. Have a nice day.

It was stuffy as hell inside the cabin and even hotter than it was outside. Sue-Eye went to the nearest window, but it was painted shut and impossible to move. There was an ancient air conditioner set into the wall, and when Raven switched it on, it spat out a cloud of dust and two dead houseflies, but no cold air. The furniture was nice and the curtains were clean, but a dump was a dump for all of that.

“I can’t believe how much they’re charging for this place,” Raven muttered, and gave Kane a helpless look. “Do you want to keep driving?”

“No.” Kane peered into the closet and then the bathroom, one hand rubbing at his crotch. “You need to rest.”

Oh right. Rest because of her period. Sue-Eye cast Raven a contemptuous glance and the bitch dropped her eyes.

“I can keep going,” Raven said, blushing just a little.

“I said, no.” Kane’s voice was stone, his eyes, steel. “You’re bleeding. I can smell it on you. And you’re hurt. I can see you griping at your belly when you think I’m not looking. So lie down. We’ll stay.”

“But—” Raven looked helplessly at the defunct A/C unit.

“Why do you think I got her?” Kane pointed at Sue-Eye, glowering and drumming his claws on the top of the thoughtfully-provided table. “Now are you going to lie down or do I have to knock you down?”

Raven sat on the foot of the bed, obedient as a poodle. She glanced once at Sue-Eye, her cheeks turning a shamed pink, and then she stripped off her t-shirt and lay down.

Kane’s hand closed over Sue-Eye’s arm and he towed her back outside. He took her back to the car and put the case of water into her arms. “I want you to drink as much of this as you can,” he said, taking the plastic sacks with their meager food and her new clothes for himself. “Not as much as you want. As much as you can.”

She nodded, and he gave her shoulder a shove and sent her on ahead of him back to the cabin. She put the water on the dresser next to the TV and tore the thick plastic open so she could get one of the bottles. It was warm and tasted stale, but she drank it, watching Kane out of the corner of her eye the whole time.

Kane set his pack on the table, slid his finger down the seam to open it, and tinkered with the computer that unfolded. He went to Raven’s side with the knife-edged syringe-thing and bent over her. “Is this much pain normal?” he asked.

Christ, like she had cancer or something.

“I’m okay,” she heard the bitch say. “Really.”

“Arguing with me is a good way to break a bone,” he replied, and Sue-Eye heard, beneath the overt threat of the words, a tone of real affection. “Be still.” He took the blood he’d drawn back to the table and sat down as he stuck it into the top of his computer.

Sue-Eye stood by the TV, working at her water bottle and watching both of them. She could still feel air itching between his claw and her naked eye. She could still smell the coppery stink of blood curdling in the heat as it soaked into Charlie’s floorboards. She was drifting along behind the killer. She had to get back on solid ground.

“You hungry?” Sue-Eye asked, addressing the bitch. The best way into dark places was on tip-toe; the best way to earn the monster’s trust was through his bitch. “I never been in a place with room service before. Bet you they put on a mean spread. And no offense because I know you did your best, but granola bars aren’t going to help you much.”

She put a little extra stress on the ‘you’ in that last remark, knowing that Kane would hear it, knowing he’d think whatever he thought about the girl’s bleeding and wonder what she needed to be eating.

Raven smiled, a pitiful shine of gratitude and relief. ‘Sure thing, sugar,’ thought Sue-Eye stonily. ‘I’ll keep all kinds of secrets for now. He wouldn’t turn on you anyway. Not until he gets to know me better.’

“I’m starved,” Raven said. “And I could really use a Coke.” Her eyes went suddenly to Kane, who was loading a vial into the gadget he’d used to ‘clean’ Sue-Eye with the night before. “Am I sick?” she asked, alarmed.

“Just a precaution.”

“It’s not…” Raven’s voice took on a note of unease and she pressed herself back a few inches into the headboard almost without seeming to be aware of it. “It’s not that…pain stuff you gave me, is it?”

Sue-Eye glanced at Kane in time to see him grin broadly. The expression was strangely at home on his killer’s face, and made him, just for that instant, more formidable than ever. There was nothing more intrinsically terrifying to Sue-Eye’s mind than the Devil with a sense of humor.

“So you do remember that.” Kane stood up and went to the bed, moving with a panther’s step and a wicked smile. He snapped his teeth and Raven flinched hard, prompting hearty laughter. “But no. No, it isn’t. Maybe later,” he said.

Kane emptied the contents of his instrument into Raven’s arm and then sat on the edge of the bed, studying her piercings one at a time.

Sue-Eye found the kitchen’s number and a printed menu on a card by the phone and dialed. She ordered steaks for her and Raven, and a surf and turf for Kane (nothing but the best for the Alpha male), along with a pitcher of Coke for the bitch. The cost was obscene, but they had plenty of cash after stripping the Pack at Charlie’s. When she hung up the phone, Kane was staring at her.

Being under that empty eye was like being under a knife. His face was hard, indifferent; he studied her body with a penetrating and impersonal attention utterly devoid of even the most abstract form of lust. His hand was at his groin, the claws flexing sometimes, the heel of his palm sometimes pushing at the bulge concealed there in a gesture of angry constraint. She’d been fucked by men before who didn’t care who they had as long as she had two tits and a tight snatch, but she’d never seen such a chilling lack of interest in any man’s eyes before.

“Let me look at you,” he said finally.

Sue-Eye shrugged out of her jacket—too hot to wear anyway—and pulled her top off. Her bare breasts were fuller than Raven’s, still firm in spite of the years’ hard use, and the crawling of her skin under Kane’s gaze had pushed her nipples out stiff as spikes.

For the first time, Sue-Eye saw a man who wasn’t the least bit interested in tits. Kane’s eyes went directly to the bleeding heart tattoo between them and his expression darkened.

“What does that mean?” he asked, his voice no more than an animal growl.

“It means, shoot there and I die,” she said calmly.

He eyed her suspiciously. “It’s not a name?”

“No.” Johnny Lobo had put it on her himself. So he had a target, he said, if she ever got out of line. Kane was looking at it now, his gaze flat and assessing. It was almost the same way Johnny Lobo had looked that night, straddling her in the filthy chair with the needle in his hand. She’d believed it was an act of love back then. God, what an idiot.

“I have others,” Sue-Eye said, as much to shut off that corner of her memory as to recapture Kane’s attention. She picked off her boots and shucked out of her jeans, turning around to show Kane the barbed wire wings stretching out over the crack of her ass.

“Hunh.” Kane’s claws scratched lightly at the markings, but when Sue-Eye glanced over her shoulder, she saw his gaze resting back on Raven. “I like this. Does it have a meaning?”

“Yeah,” she said dryly. “It means, ‘Hey look, I got a tattoo over my ass.’”

Kane laughed.

“It also means I blew a hundred bucks while I was stone drunk, which ironically is what this one means, too.” She pulled her panties down and showed him the arcing, golden sun tattooed around her belly button.

Kane’s eyes sparked fire and he leaned forward to get a better look. “I like that,” he said, almost grimly.

“Good. Because the only thing pierced about me are my ears.” She gave the stud in her left a dismissive flick. “You can put more in me if you want.”

Kane merely grunted and leaned back. He nodded at her panties and she rolled them off and stepped out of them. He drew back in disgust at once. “That comes off,” he said, his lips pulled back in a snarl.

Sue-Eye nodded, inwardly annoyed. What was his problem with bush?

His computer sounded loudly and Kane glanced at the screen, his lips moving in a humorless smile. His gaze lit on her again, tracking slowly up from her cunt to her face, and finally locking with Sue-Eye’s. “That’s for you,” he said. “You’re clean.”

She felt clean. Not just sober, which she hadn’t been more than a few hours at a time in the last six years, but clean. Her head was clear, her body felt strong; nothing burned or itched or ached. She had all her concentration with which to plan her answer.

“Thanks,” she said. “I feel great.”

He arched a brow at her.

“You don’t believe me? What can I do to prove it?” she asked, placing one hand on her naked hip.

“Nothing, yet.” His smile faded and he threw a glare out the window at the sun, his hand stealing to his crotch again and rubbing restlessly. He rose from the bed, glanced once at Raven, who had watched the whole inspection in guarded silence, and returned to his computer. “Drink something.” Spiky characters scrolled down the screen in columns as he began to work.

Sue-Eye picked up her top and crawled back into it, telling herself not to feel as irritated by his disinterest as she was. It was a good start. He liked her tattoos, he’d laughed at her joke, and he was talking to her. There was solid ground here somewhere. She was going to find it. She zipped up her jeans, leaving her panties discarded on the floor, and went to get another bottle of water.

It tasted even warmer and staler than the first, and her body didn’t want to take it. She sipped anyway, giving Raven a sister’s sour look as she drank.

“He gets nervous,” Raven whispered when Sue-Eye returned to the bed. “I think whatever he does to us is pretty dehydrating. I got really sick.”

“Well, it’s nice to know he’s looking out for us.”

“He takes good care of his tools,” Raven said.

Kane glanced back at her, smiling thinly, and then faced his monitor again.

Someone knocked at the door and Sue-Eye got up to get the food. She paid the delivery guy (who gave Kane, the two girls, the panties on the floor and the one bed a long, disapproving and distinctly envious look) and then doled out covered platters to all of them. Kane took his with this eyes still on his work, opened it, glanced at the contents, and then dropped his plate with a bang on the tabletop and shoved his chair back.

“What is that?” he asked quietly. His body was rigid and unmoving as rock.

Sue-Eye blinked in surprise at the very tasty-looking lobster, steak, potatoes, carrots and roll his meal contained. “It’s food,” she said.

“Is it a bug?” His voice hadn’t risen in the slightest. His claws flexed. That was all.

“No,” said Sue-Eye, just as Raven said, “Sort of.”

Sue-Eye shot her a murderous glare, and Raven hastily added, “It’s called a lobster. It’s related to bugs the same way humans are related to monkeys. Do you…do you know what a monkey is?”

Kane nodded slowly, but never took his eyes off the lobster.

“They’re good, Kane.” Raven sat up. “You crack the shell off and dip the meat in the sauce. Rich people eat ‘em. They’re good.”

Without a word, Kane picked up the lobster, leaned out, and dropped it in Raven’s plate. As an afterthought, he took her steak in exchange.

Raven shrugged. “Thanks.” She snapped a pincer off and started eating.

Well, that hadn’t worked. Sue-Eye ate her dinner without tasting it and drank as much water as her stomach could stand. She watched Kane at his computer; he ate mechanically, typing and fussing with his vials, ignoring both of them while the front of his pants bulged steadily outward.

‘It’ll get hot and he’ll get horny.’ That’s what Raven had said. But he didn’t look all that horny, despite the swelling urgency of his prick. He looked hot and pissed off, that was all. Just a man trying to get a little work done under some extremely shitty conditions.

Would he ask for her? Or would he just expect her to know when he wanted to screw? The Dawg was like that; he’d just sit and get progressively madder while his bitches went about their business, and if he had to get up to get one, he’d do it by breaking a bottle over her first. Sue-Eye could remember a scrawny little bitch, one of the Cow-Boy’s, who had turned a blind eye (believing, no doubt, that the Cow-Boy’s tag on her collar rendered her immune to the Dawg’s cock, more fool her) for so long that when he finally took her, he did it with the barrel of his gun pushing up her pussy while he fucked her ass. Then again, if a girl moved too soon, the Dawg was apt to send her away with a fist to her face. In Sue-Eye’s experience, if a man was pitching, he was ready to score, but she didn’t know this man.

Sue-Eye glanced at Raven. The bitch was lying back in the pillows, eating lobster and trying to decipher the static on the TV. She looked calm enough, but then, it wouldn’t be her ass if Sue-Eye missed her cue.

“Get up,” Kane said abruptly.

Sue-Eye stood and stripped out of her shirt.

Kane glanced at her, amused. “My impatient ichuta’a,” he said dryly, and without a trace of fondness. “Get cleaned up and take that hair off.” He nodded at her crotch, one fang gleaming with the curl of his sneering lip. “All the way off.”

Well, sure. What did he think she was going to do? Clip it into her hand and then come out and throw it at him?

She had to stop that. It was dangerous to have thoughts like that. They had a way of creeping out in unguarded moments, and then this man would take her eyes out of her head. Never forget that. Never for a moment.

Sue-Eye went into the bathroom and showered. It was her first in three hot days. The Pack wasn’t big on personal hygiene, and she’d been bunking in a tent behind Top Dawg’s trailer, stewing in her own sweat until she couldn’t even smell it anymore. The water felt good sluicing over her, and Sue-Eye took her time with the razor, making sure she got her pits and her legs as well as her pubes. The little bottle of shampoo that came with the room was abrasive, slow to lather and left her hair stringy and raw-feeling. The comb just broke teeth out when she tried to brush it. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t into her for her hair.

The bathroom door opened and Kane entered. He watched her struggle with the comb for a while, and then he unfastened his pants and let his engorged cock free.

‘He’s just a man,’ thought Sue-Eye, staring at that club-like organ from the corner of her eye as Kane undressed. ‘His itch needs scratching, that’s all. Keep him happy, he’ll let you live. Fuck with him, and your brain will end up in one of his bottles. This ain’t the Dawg. This guy is more devil than the Dawg ever dreamed of.’

When she dragged her gaze up to his, he was smiling. He stepped forward, over the side of the tub and under the spray. She stepped back to make room for him, and he growled at her, freezing her instantly in place. His hand came up and gripped her hard between the thighs, his thumb rubbing roughly back and forth over her slick pubis. She spread her legs for him and his brows lifted.

“Are you trying to show me that you’re eager?”

She nodded.

His smile broadened, showing the glint of his inhuman teeth. “So I excite you, do I? That’s convenient.” His finger pushed up inside her, just a little.

She thrust her hips against him, riding his hand, making practiced sounds of desire. She could fake it with the best of them, could Sue-Eye. She’d faked it for Dawg, she’d faked it for Dad, she’d even faked it for Johnny Lobo, there at the end. And whether they wanted to admit it or not, every swinging dick that fucked her wanted to believe she meant it, because that was a man all over.

Kane watched her through slitted eyes, still smiling.

“Tell me what you want,” Sue-Eye murmured, running her hands over her breasts, plucking and twisting her nipples and grimacing as with pleasure. “Say anything. Let me show you how much I’m grateful.”

“Grateful.”

“I didn’t even remember what it felt like to be clean.” That was true enough; she could meet his eyes while she said it. She put her hand over his, pulling him deeper and rolling her hips against him. “I feel alive. I feel…I feel like fucking.” Her eyes slid shut and she leaned back against the shower wall, arching her breast into her palm and groaning for him. “Tell me I can have your cock. I’ve wanted it since I saw it. When you let Raven suck you off, I was drooling. Give me your cock.”

Kane reached up almost lazily and twined his fingers through her bangs. Then he slammed her head back against the tiles and leaned in, his face filling her startled vision, close enough to kiss…or bite. His other hand never left her pussy. His thumb continued to stroke her bare mound.

“I don’t believe a word you’re saying,” he said serenely, still smiling. “I thought you should know that before you got too worked up. I’m in Heat. That doesn’t make me stupid.”

Sue-Eye closed her eyes to hide her thoughts. Her hips kept grinding at his hand. She said, “I’m so horny, I don’t even care if you believe me or not.” It was a risky thing to say, and she needed him to know she knew it. She looked at him, her eyes wide and unblinking, glaring into him as he smiled down at her. “I know that’s dangerous. I still don’t care. I need you to fuck me. I’m begging you.”

“No, you’re not. I’ve seen begging.”

Sue-Eye squirmed off his hand and dropped to her knees in the cramped shower. Cool spray drained over her head and back, stinging as it dripped into her eyes. She grasped Kane’s cock between her hands and licked it like a lollipop, tonguing all the way down to the base and back. He had no balls, only a slightly swollen lump where they should be, but she rubbed at it with her palm anyway. She could feel heat there, searing and strange, and Kane hissed sharply at her touch, but he didn’t knock her away.

“I want this cock,” she whispered. She lathed it with her tongue, sucking hard and slow, her jaw straining to take all of him. She rose up on her knees and rubbed the thick head of him over her breasts and then between them, pushing them tight together.

He laughed again, a startled sound, and tried to step back. “What are you doing?”

“It’s a tit rub,” she said, letting the huge cock slide in and out between her breasts. “You can’t imagine how good it feels.” She bent to lick at the glans pushing toward her face.

Kane leaned back against the wall and growled, his hips lightly thrusting. “That’s good,” she heard him murmur. “You humans…Chok, that’s good…have got to be the most creative fuckers in the whole universe.”

Then his hand closed over her head and he shoved her back. She fell into the faucet with bruising force, her legs slipping painfully out from under her.

“But I don’t need creativity right now,” he said. He got her by the arm and pulled her up, pushing her back against the tiles and knocking her thighs apart.

“Yes!” she hissed, clutching at his hips as he shoved his massive cock into her. It hurt, and after all the stretching her muff had had over the years, that was saying something. Sue-Eye could only hope he read the wince on her face as a grimace of pleasure, and heard the strain in her voice the same way as she gasped, “Fuck me! God, that’s what I want!”

He withdrew, pulling at her hips, and thrust again, wedging himself a little further inside her. She felt a hot splash shoot up against her womb, but he did not go limp. He began to thrust in rhythm, rocking her violently up and down on the wall. His claws dug into her ass, molding her fast against him, penetrating her all the way up to her neck. It was the first time all over again, hard and hurtful and his chest crushing against her face, and for a moment, that ten-year-old’s confusion swam up and blacked out her other senses. Still, she managed to gasp encouragement, grunting his name and fucking him back.

He came again, snarling in her ear, and again. His movements quickened, became even more brutal. He almost seemed to be swelling inside her, cracking her hips apart with every thrust, and soon her cries were genuine enough, even if inspired more by pain than pleasure. There was something primal in the feel of him punching in and out of her, the mass of him pressing her to the wall, the heat of his breath against her neck. It hurt, but it wasn’t all about hurting. There was a part of her that was not playacting, and it grew more urgent with every passing second.

He was cumming faster, his jizz sliding down her thigh to be washed away in the cool spray, and she could hear the wet sucking sounds they made even over the drum of the shower. It did excite her suddenly. After a lifetime associating danger with power, Sue-Eye realized the man sunk inside her was the most dangerous of all. He was inhuman, he was deadly, and right now, he wanted her.