Hallows: Merciful Death

We Have All Night

Highly Suspect ft. Nothing But Thieves- @tddybear

B.B.:

Stacy and the others leave Luc, Carson, and me alone in my hunted mansion. I'm sitting at my desk rocking my office chair lightly enjoying the silence for whatever amount of time I have left with the high of the reaper's presence. They seem awfully calm, themselves. None of them said a word about what happened tonight. I take a bite of my donut hole. Lucien didn't hesitate to stop for them when I asked.

"How many?" Carson finally breaks the silence.

"Six," I answer.

"You're going to be feeling the way you are for a while," he nods. "I'm going to head up. Give you two some space,"

"Wait," I sit up. He smiles.

I always feel like I'm leaving him out. Like I hesitate for him but never for Lucien. I do it on purpose because between the two, he's the one that hurts me the most. He always brings up the differences between the snake and the reaper as if I don't matter. Like he only cares about the snake.

"I don't want you like this, B.B," he shakes his head. My chest constricts and I sit back taking it back. I shouldn't feel bad. "It's-" he glanced down at his hands. "I want you but the reaper. It doesn't go well with my devil. I wouldn't be gentle and you deserve better your first time,"

Without another word, he turns away and goes upstairs to the room across from Delilah's. That's the room he chose when I told them they could stay with me whenever they wanted. Luc sparks up a joint and hands it over to me. I take it between my fingers and put it between my lips feeling completely rejected.

"You did so well tonight," he comes over to me tilting my head back as I inhaled the sweet bitter smoke. He pressed his lips to mine as I released it. He turns his head slightly to blow it out. "I dream about you, B.B. I've dreamt of you for years. All I ever think about is you,"

"Me?" why am I getting shy all of a sudden? What happened to the confidence that made that insane gangster lady c*m down in that basement before I set her ass on fire?

He pulls me closer bringing my legs up to wrap them around his waist.

"Yes, B.B. You," he picks me up effortlessly as I continue to smoke. See, this is what I want. Even if it's a lie. Even if he only wants the reaper. Lucien always knows what to say. How to treat me like I'm a person. Why can't Carson do that? I don't treat him like that.

He takes us up to my room and shuts the door behind us as he kisses my neck and sucks at my skin. He sets me down on the bed gently. I reached for the ashtray next to my bed when he straightens up and drops his leather jacket on the floor. I looked down at my hands in the light to find they're stained with blood. Well, the tips of my fingers are. My arms, my chest. The blood, it's still wet.

"I should get cleaned up," I say.

"No," he growls.

I look up to see him standing there shirtless. His chest is covered in a murder of crows. They look so real. I stand up going over to him, needing to touch the ink on his skin. He closes his eyes as my cold skin meets his. He's hot. Not just in a beautiful way but he's burning up.

"Why are you so hot?" I ask, tracing the crows. They cover his entire torso. From his shoulder blades to his lower abdomen. It's the only other tattoo he has aside from the scythe behind his ear.

"You make me hot," he answers watching me as. I look over his skin. It's not an attempt at a line, it's stated like it's a fact. "I'm going to take this off. Is that okay with you?" he asks reaching for the zipper on the side of my corset. "B.B?"

"Yeah," I nod touching his arms. I love the way his heated skin feels against coldness. I just want to rub my body against him.

He's not super ripped but he's filled out nicely. His arms are strong. His body is perfectly toned but not too much. The corset hits the floor leaving my upper body completely bare for him. He groans with appreciation, pushing me back until I fall on the bed with a light bounce. I let myself fall back on the mattress. He stands at the feet of my bed looking down at me. His pretty golden eyes are all iris. His pupils are small. So f*****g small, he almost looks like a demon.

"Look at you," he growls. "All covered in blood, nice and wet for me,"

He bends down to remove my shoes and then reaches for my jeans. He unbuttons them and begins to pull them down my thighs. My jeans are covered in blood. When he takes them off I can see that the blood has seeped through staining my thighs. The need to clean it off comes over me again.

"I should get cleaned up," I repeat.

"No, B.B. I want you just like this," he looks me over hungrily. "Lift," he orders reaching for my pink panties. I don't hesitate to lift my hips. He takes them off painfully slow. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he put his knee between my legs and bends down to hover over me. "My little f*****g predator. f**k, I've wanted you for so long. I can't believe I get to keep you,"

"Lucien," I gasp when his warm fingers meet my cold skin.

"Yes, B.B. Tell me what you want," he demands.

"Touch me. I'm cold," I reach up wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down against me.

He lowers himself holding his weight on his left arm while his right-hand grips my thigh and slowly begins to slide up my body over my abdomen. I gasped when his hand cups my breast. It fits perfectly in his hand. His mouth is on mine before I could ask him to come closer. His hand gently kneads my skin.

"I'm burning up for you, B.B," he pulls away from my mouth, peppering open-mouth kisses down to my jaw, my neck. When he pulls away to look at me, his fair skin is smeared with blood. I should be alarmed by that. Maybe disgusted but the sight of him is heating me up. "Tell me you want me,"

"I want you. I need you," I put my hand on his chest again. "For so long. Ever since we met,"

"Yeah?" he growls reaching between my legs. I gasp when his fingers slip between my wet folds. "f**k, B.B. You're so f*****g wet already," he moans. "Is that all for me?"

"All of it," I nod. A low cry escapes when he slips a finger inside of me. "It's yours, Lucien,"

"Yeah, it is," he growls. "You're mine," he pulls away. I looked down to see him kneel in front of me. He pushes my legs up on the bed and spreads them for him. His skin is so hot it's releasing steam against the coldness of my room. "All f*****g mine. So f*****g beautiful,"

I cry out when he dives down. His tongue licks from my ass to my clit in one sweep, it's hot. So f*****g hot against my cold-cold skin. I can't believe this is happening. Lucien is the first boy I ever had a crush on. The first boy that made me laugh so hard my ribs hurt for days afterward. The first boy I ever considered to be prettier than my dad. The only one I ever disobeyed him for. The idea of being with him in any way was a fantasy.

"Lucien," I shutter gripping my comforter.

He doesn't say anything as he grips my thighs pulling me up closer to him as he buried his face between my legs. I reached for his head burying my hands in his hair as I rocked my hips against him.

"Yes, B.B," he groans. "Move like that you f*****g little snake,"

"Lucien," I cry out when he plunges his middle finger inside of me as he works my clit with his tongue. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god,"

My legs are shaking from the pressure building up inside of me. He doesn't care that I'm squeezing the f**k out of his head with my thighs. A scream erupts out of me as the orgasm rocks through me violently. It's not my first but it's never been close to that.

"That's my girl," he laughs, the sound of his evil f*****g laugh sends goosebumps down my skin. He stands up and begins to unbutton his jeans. His face is glistening with my juices. His eyes are now pitch black. There is no gold or white. "I need to be inside of you,"

"Yes," I nod, feeling my core throb. He wraps his arm around my waist pulling me up to push me up the mattress so we're both on the bed now.

"It's going to hurt, B.B," he settles over me. "Just for a moment. Stay with me, okay?"

"Okay," I nod. All reason is gone again but for a completely different reason.

He sits up looking down between us. He grips his c**k in his hand. It's big. Long and wide. The tip of it is pierced. He strokes it a couple of times before he puts a little black packet to his lips. I snatched it out of his hand. He looks up at me.

"Protection," he smirks.

"We're protected. I've had the implant since I was sixteen," I inform him.

"B.B," he grins wickedly. "You f*****g little snake, B.B,"

He pushed me back leaning into me. I gasps gripping the comforter as he teased me with the tip of his c**k. The piercing disappeared between my lips.

"Watch me slip inside of you, B.B. Watch as I take your f*****g innocence," he demands. "Watch me slip inside your heaven, B.B,"

I watch as he slowly pushes inside of me. Inching deep, stretching me. My breathing is coming in and out in small desperate pants. I grip the comforter tighter as pain splits me but I can't look away. He's so f*****g hot. I can feel his heat invading me. The cold is succumbing to him. His warmth is spreading over my body like wildfire. No not just over my body. All of me. My skin, my blood, my bones, my soul.

"Lucien," I cry out when he pushed all the way inside of me. I close my eyes tightly trying to mentally push past the pain.

"You're so f*****g tight, B.B," he lowers his burning body over mine completely overwhelming the cold.

He begins to rock his hips slowly stirring my insides painfully. I open my eyes to see the reaper standing outside the balcony doors. She's leaning against the banister completely surrounded by crows. His movements are gaining momentum. The pain is fading turning into sweet ripples of pleasure. The reaper lifts her boney hand to let a crow land on her wrist. She looks back at me with a beautiful smile on her face. She blows me a kiss before going back to her birds.

"Lucien, Lucien, Lucien," I cry out as he rocks into me.

"Yes, baby. Say my name just like that. Just like that B.B. Say it like I'm f*****g god," he growls.

"Lucien, Lucien," I cry giving him exactly what he wants. I'm starting to feel dizzy, my vision is blurring, and my body is shaking at his mercy.

"Mine," he growls possessively into my ear before he bites my neck. "You're f*****g mine,"

"I'm yours. I'm yours," I cry out digging my nails into his back.

"Yes, B.B. Mark me. I'm yours. All yours. You can do whatever you want with me, B.B. I've always been yours," he grunts in my ears turning me on like I've never been before. I feel him all over. Smell him.

"Lucien," I cry out as my vision blacks out and a second orgasm rocks through me.

"We're not done. We have all f*****g night, Belladonna. All f*****g night,"