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“You’re like a tattooed, bearded, giant cupid,” she snickered. I rolled my eyes but then smiled. Little did she know, I had helped Cupid find his soulmate too.
I was like every other single person in the world. I wanted to find the person that was meant for me, the soul I would share a life with. I wanted to be loved.
“I want someone I can love. Someone I can control. Someone that can be my pet. That will let me do all the things I want to do with them. I take delight in violence, in giving pain. But I also take delight in giving the most painful pleasure possible. Does that sound good to you? Can you really be with a monster, Peter?”
Thousands of years old, and all of my self-control had failed me. I was feeding off his nerves. I was feeding off his hormones. I wanted to hear him moan again. It had been the most provocative sound to grace my ears in…eons.
Did I tell him that I would never fuck another person again so long as he lived? Or would that scare him?
“You’re mine now,” I said, the possessive side of me slipping free. “I knew the moment I saw you. I’ve been searching for you for thousands of years, and now that I’ve found you—I will never let you go.”
“Peter,” I growled. “Answer me now. This is the cliff, and once you fall—I will forever be the only one that can catch you.”
“I want you to cum inside your pants while I fuck your ass with my tail. And then I’m going to take you home, clean you up, and fuck you again. Do you understand?”
“Well, it’s not every day someone goes on a coffee date, gets fucked by a tail in the park, and then swept off to a gothic mansion.”
“I’ve been searching for you for thousands of years. For my soul mate. The Barista brought you to me, and now you will never escape. I wasn’t lying when I told you that for eternity, I would be the only one to catch you if you fall. Not even God will touch you, Peter. You. Are. Mine.”
"I can't…god…how," he huffed. "The ridges…" He made a little yelp as I shifted my hips. "Allow me to bite you," I rasped. "I'll help you take it. Please, Peter." Me begging him. Never, in all of my time, had I pleaded for something from a lover.
“Keep fighting, little pet. I like to feel you struggle, even though we both know that I own your body and soul.”
His eyes glinted with that sexy hardness. He was an alpha, an incubus, my mate. I was his pet and his love. His fingers gripped my jaw, and his other hand reached down to grab my cock. I immediately hardened and let out a gasp. “Yes,” he whispered. “Get out of the car and run, Peter. You have ten minutes to hide.”
He threw his arms around my neck, and I started laughing as he tumbled on top of me. I held him close, thankful I had finally found the other half of my dark soul. Peter was who I would love for the rest of my life. For eternity. My own piece of heaven, my own little slice of hell.
"Next time you call me daddy is going to be with my cock buried in your ass and my tail around your neck."
