Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

🍋Chapter Twenty-Six🍋

"I don't think Velvette would like the latter." I tease as my hands travel up his chest. "I don't care which option I go with as long as I get you out of that damn dress soon." He growls out, his hands running up my sides until they rest on my hips, his grip almost bruising.

A small laugh escapes my lips. "Someone seems eager." I continue to tease as a playful smirk forms on my lips. "More like desperate." He corrects. "You know exactly what you do to me when you wear stuff like this." He murmurs huskily near my ear.

"Desperate you say?" I hum. "Hmm well now that sounds quite interesting." I lean in closer to him as my voice lowers to a whisper. "What are you waiting for then?"

With no warning, he suddenly throws me over his shoulder, the sudden shift in movement causing my skirt to hike up slightly, almost revealing the lacy underwear I'm wearing underneath.

"Very desperate." I giggle out as he practically pushes through the doors to the hallway, his pace never slowing. His usual strut is replaced by a frenzied, quickened pace. God this is going to be such a fun little game.

I begin to trace random patterns on his back with a gentle touch. The gesture only seems to make him walk faster, as if my touch on his skin is spurring him on. His hands clutch my legs tighter, pulling me more firmly against his shoulder so that he can hold me more easily.

"Someone's extra quiet." My teasing continues. "What's going on in that mind of yours my love?" He growls under his breath, my continued teasing only fueling the fire in him. "I'm trying to focus on getting to my damn bedroom instead of taking you right here in the hallway."

A string of giggles escapes me as I kick my legs slightly. His grip on my legs tightens at my giggling, his stride never slowing. "Keep squirming like that and I swear you're not making it to the bedroom."

"I'm not opposed to that." I start off as my laughter dies down. "But I'm feeling nice right now so I'll let you make it to your room." He lets out a low, rough chuckle in response.

"You're feeling nice now, huh? I bet I can change that. Once I get you in my room, I'm going to wreck you, doll. You're gonna look so damn pretty as I make you fall apart."

A sly smirk forms on my lips unknowing to him. "Oh really now?" I say lowly. His chuckle grows more amused as he hears the tone of my voice.

"Oh I know that tone doll. You think you have the upper hand, huh? That's cute. You've never seen me when I'm this desperate before." I continue idly tracing patterns as I respond. "I like desperate. It makes it easier to unravel you."

He lets out a low rumble of a growl in response. "Yeah? You like seeing me desperate, huh? You like knowing that I'm craving you so bad it's driving me insane? You like knowing that I can barely keep myself from tearing you apart and taking you right here and now?"

"I don't like it, I love it." I whisper out as we finally make it to his floor. He slams his door open and quickly makes his way to his bedroom.

He kicks the bedroom door shut behind us, and wastes no time dropping me onto the bed. The moment my back connects with the bed, he's on top of me, his body pressed firmly against mine.

He wastes no time before claiming my lips in a kiss that's both possessive and hungry. One of his hands slides under my dress, slowly trailing up my exposed thigh.

One of my hands goes up to his face as I push him away slightly. He gives me a confused look while I just give him a sly smile. "Nuh uh. We have a bet and I intend to win it."

He lets out a frustrated groan at the memory of our bet. "Doll, you're killing me here. You're really gonna make me beg for you?" He asks, his voice low and rough.