Marrow

by Trisha Wolfe

Colby has gone missing. I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts turning up in my salads next.

This is a process I take great pride and pleasure in. The subject is typically deceased when performing the defleshing…but they don’t have to be.

My damn cock is rock-hard and strains painfully against my jeans. I drag the zipper down and free the thick girth from the confines of my briefs. Wrapping a blood-stained hand around the base, I hiss through clenched teeth at the erotic feel of my wet, warm palm.

But it’s not her sudden, restrained cry that freezes my blood and my hand. The rough, beveled feel of scar tissue beneath my fingers has my spine locking to pull me up straight. I tower over her and stare down into her beautifully flushed face. “Who did this to you?” I demand.

“Jeg forlod hende.”

“I left her.”

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 pushes it up over my hips and his mouth is on my pussy before he’s even tugged my panties down, his frustration with the thin fabric mounting until he whips a switchblade from his pocket and cuts them off in a single, fluid slice,

“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’ve had a vasectomy,” Jack says, keeping hold of my eyes as though we’re the only two people left in the world. I hear each tooth of his zipper as it opens, each one like a tick of time. “I’ve been tested and I’m clean. But you should know that condoms can be…difficult for me. Are you comfortable with that?”

There are pairs of studs trailing the length of the underside of his cock, with a Prince Albert piercing at the head, the titanium glinting in the dim light.

“Are you sure.” Heat floods my core, my pussy begging before I have a chance to. “Definitely. Very sure. Very, very sure.”

“But if you’ll excuse the pun, I draw the line at you thinking I’d ever let you touch her.” Jack holds my eyes as he makes another slash across Sebastian’s throat with his switchblade, sending a spray of blood pulsing across the floor and his clothes.

Jack tosses the switchblade into the shadows and turns, his pants barely clinging to his hips and his erection still hard beneath his briefs.

When Jack reaches out a hand it’s like a magnet, and I take it, following with sure steps as he leads me to the growing pool of blood and pulls me down with him to the floor. Jack folds a bloody hand around my throat as he lowers my back into the sticky warmth. He tugs his pants and briefs down and enters me with a single stroke to the sound of my shameless moan.

“Good girl. That’s right. I said I’m not here to claim anyone but you. So that is exactly—” a vicious thrust has me whimpering with pleasure— “what I am going to do. And any man who even imagines touching you will be sliced into ribbons of flesh—” another pounding thrust, the impending orgasm unstoppable in my core— “and then I will fuck you in a pool of blood while their heart still drums its final beats.”

He grips my hair in a tight fist and wrenches my head back to expose my neck to his bites and kisses. And he fucks me. He fucks me like this is all he’s ever wanted to do. Like he’s taking something forbidden. Like he craves me.

“Oh and by the way, if another woman even imagines touching you, I’ll cut off her fucking hands and feed them to you. And then I’ll take her precious hyoid and crush it, and I’ll enjoy every fucking second of forcing you to watch as I flush it down the goddamn toilet. Understand, petal?”

I want him to fucking destroy me. To tear me apart, to fucking annihilate me because I will keep coming back, forever the unquenchable fire that clashes with his indestructible darkness.

I’ve never once fathomed what it would be like to take life with a partner. Now, suddenly, I’m having a difficult time picturing my life without her by my side doing exactly that.

“This is the woman I’m…seeing,” I say, finding it difficult to define the depth of what Kyrie means to me, to put a label on our relationship.

“Get your goddamn sweet ass down here and ride my fucking face, lille mejer.”

“Grind that perfect pussy on my tongue.”

Her thighs tremble as I reach up and cup her breast, finding the peaked bud of her nipple beneath her silky blouse. Then I fasten my other hand to her hip and force her down on my mouth harder, sneaking my fingers into the tight pocket of her skirt as she quakes with her silent, impending release.

The lighter!

“Not to say he won’t come to peep in your windows.” The black door closes behind me and locks. “If he does, I’ll fucking flay the skin from his face and feed it to him,” Jack says. “And they claim romance is dead.”

Jack’s hand darts out and captures my throat, the flesh of his palm tight beneath my jaw. He pulls me in close and looks down into my face. “Must you always test my limits, Dr. Roth?” My smile is as bright as the sun in a desert sky. “Yes,” I whisper around the tightening pressure of Jack’s hand. “Always.”

“You are a bright and blinding light in the dark. Luminous. And I’m sorry I made you feel like anything less than that.”

When I look across his shoulder through my drying lashes, surrounded by shades of blue and the scent of flowers, sheltered in his unwavering embrace, I know I’m falling in love with Jack Sorensen. Even if he leaves. Even if he can never love me back the same way. I can’t stop myself. And even if I could, I don’t think I want to fight it anymore.

“Min elskede, bliv venligst,”

My beloved, please stay.

“Which room is mine?” I ask, nodding toward the corridor. “This one.” “Then which one is yours?” “Also this one.” “I can stay in one of your guest rooms,” I say, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. Jack’s eyes darken. “No. You will not.”

Din skide gudinde. Du dræber mig…

You fucking goddess. You're killing me...

“I’m going to choke that pretty throat with my cock, and you’re going to watch me do it. You’re going to take everything I give you. You’re going to swallow every rung of this fucking ladder and every drop of cum. And you will not take those beautiful blue eyes off me. Understand?”

The sheer yearning to shred her tight walls with my studded cock is a demon clawing at my insides—to feel titanium hit cartilage and the vibration ricochet through my cock as I scrape across her bones.

“So goddamn perfect, lille mejer. I want to fuck you so brutally I turn you inside out.”

I’m not the one in control here. She owns me. Every fiber of my being, every cell coursing through my marrow, she is the one dominating me, and I’m simply the depraved monster subservient to her commands.

“Jeg vil være alt for dig, elskede,”

I will be everything to you, my love.

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.”

begging my soulmate not to take her sunshine and leave me in the cold.

“If this thing is going to work between us, then never again,” I say adamantly. “There is only ever you and me. Us. Together. A duo. A real partnership.”