Marrow

by Trisha Wolfe

To anyone who dreamt of someone who would burn the world for them, who loved the villain, who rooted for the dark souls in their fairy tales… We hope Jack and Kyrie ignite your beautiful black hearts.

“Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.” — Alice Hoffman “I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.” — Gomez, The Addams Family

By the time we’re standing at the gates of damnation, Jack Sorensen will beg me to throw him to the Devil. I will paint our path to Hell with his blood. With his dreams. His aspirations. His failures, each one rendered by my hand. I will leave a trail of his destruction behind us that will shine for all eternity. And I will enjoy every fucking second of his torturous journey…

I am the sun whose light reflects on his cold, remote mask. And I am the celestial fire that will destroy him.

The richness of his voice wraps around me. The smoothness of his every word has a sharp and hidden edge, one I want to run my finger across, to see if it will really make me bleed.

What could’ve happened to a girl like Kyrie to turn her into a killer? Women serial killers are a rare breed, rarer even than duos.

“If I wanted to seduce you, I’d have you on your knees right now in the cold room with that treacherous little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, begging me for more,” he whispers.

“You’re not a girl,” I say, my tone bordering on lethal. “You’re an irritating inconvenience that is begging to have her ass reddened.” Her pupils dilate. “And don’t you just hate how much that excites you.”

Since the second she entered my department, I’ve been trying to figure this woman out. Knowing now that we’re kindred should explain the fixation I’ve had on her; that I sensed a killer.

Getting to my feet, I tuck my dick into my pants and take in the demolished state of my cold room. Blood, cum, and chaos. A fucking wreck. Just like my mind.

I tower over her and stare down into her beautifully flushed face. “Who did this to you?” I demand.

This entire time, she wasn’t dead. She’s not the dead one at all. She’s been what’s sustained me here. She’s the marrow. She’s my marrow. Kyrie didn’t start as a killer—she was made. And I helped make her.

His kiss is seared deep into my marrow. He claimed my mouth like a man starved of light and hope. His touch was a reverential progression of worship across my flesh and bone.

My body is flush against Jack’s, every cell within me an inferno. Time slows. I’m powerless. And I’m exactly where I want and fear to be.

“Your sounds are mine,” Jack hisses, and before I realize what’s happening, he’s pushing my damp panties into my open mouth. I look down my body at the fierce command in Jack’s eyes, whimpering at the erotic taste of my own arousal. He pushes the last of the fabric past my lips and holds my jaw shut with his thumb. “They are only mine. Now come on my fucking tongue and keep quiet.”

I have killed for my mother. I’ve killed for survival, out of compulsion, to sate cravings, and even, at times, fun. But the decisive difference is that I wouldn’t just kill for Kyrie—I would give my life. Hell, I’d even let her take it.

“But look around you, lille mejer. You are not unwanted. You are not alone. You are unique.” Jack bends his head until his eyes are level with mine and I have no choice but to meet their sharpened determination. “You are a bright and blinding light in the dark. Luminous. And I’m sorry I made you feel like anything less than that.”

There’s never enough time for the things that I cherish, and always too much for the things I don’t want.

“I was irritated that I couldn’t carve you out of my thoughts, and the harder I tried, the more impossible it became. You’re the one person I couldn’t stop. The only person I couldn’t overcome.” Jack reaches out and curls a stray lock of hair behind my ear, resting his palm on the side of my face. “I was frustrated because I didn’t think I could have you, the one thing I truly wanted.”

You are both the warmth of the sun and the destruction of its consuming fire,”

Tell me I’m the only one you want. The only one who can stand in your flame as you burn down the world.”

You deliver death, little reaper. You’re a force. You crashed into my world and shook me to my fucking core…and this isn’t how it ends between us.”

You are as indomitable as the sun. As integral to me as the lattice of marrow within my bones. And I love you, lille mejer.”