He didn’t care; he left me alone as a fire of need blossomed within my chest. I needed substance. Instead, I was alone. I turned, taking in the bed that didn’t melt, and the glass that didn’t crack as the fire got hotter. If that dick didn’t feed me, I’d burn all of this to the fucking ground.
I smiled coldly, closing my eyes as I dug into my mind that I shared with Aria. I knew words were within it, words I needed to know to speak to him. He obviously needed instructions on what I needed from him, and without having the means to know what to say, I’d never get it from him. He lacked intelligence, and my tummy rumbled with unsated hunger. Frowning, I turned as noise sounded from within the room as a small black thing turned, following me as I moved closer to it. A tiny red thing blinked on it, and I hissed, digging through my mind for the word. Light. Knox. Stupid male. Dicker.
I rattled while staring up at it, slowly dropping my gaze to the sterile, sex scented room. It reeked of other bitches here, other bitches and him.
Moving to the glass, I slammed my hands against it, watching as it refused to give or break. The box he’d gotten into had yet to come back, and the wall in front of it wouldn’t budge. I bared my teeth to the red-dot, turning to stare at a metal square that sat in the middle of the room. He wasn’t a good provider, nor bright. I hoped he tasted good because that was his only redeemable factor right now. I slid down the wall in the corner as lights blinded me. I hummed a warning, staring directly into them as my eyes focused as magic rushed to the nearest one, shooting sparks down the moment it touched it. I preened at my control and focus, learning everything within Aria’s mind along with her magic as I used the time to prepare for my dinner’s return.
I was so going to eat him. Who locked a female in need into a glass box and left her starving? Idiotic males who couldn’t take a female’s scent dripping down her legs with invitation, that’s who. I hoped another male returned with him or maybe more, so I could try them out and see which one was compatible since the one named Knox had no working brains whatsoever.
Chapter 35
The Creature Within
Pacing inside the room, I wailed when the hunger became too much to handle and rocked against the wall when it abated. It was never-ending; the need to feed that ripped through me was all-consuming. I couldn’t escape the glass room, and couldn’t find food within it. The ocean-eyed male called Knox had abandoned me, leaving me in a pit of despair.
Something moved above me, and I watched as meat hit the floor. Moving to it, I sniffed, frowning at the scent of death. It wasn’t fresh, proving once again he was stupid. He obviously sucked at hunting since there was an entire house full of things to hunt outside the elevator. I picked up a small piece and went to my corner, digging in with fervor to stave off the hunger pangs clenching in my belly.
Once most of the pile was gone, I paced, noting the stench of the male that was all over me. I looked for water, touching a metal sink and watching as the water began flowing when I hit a button. Standing back, water shot up at a weird angle. I lowered my nose, sniffing it before I frowned. There was no way I was fitting into that thing to bathe. Turning, I looked around the room until I found a large bathtub. Smiling, I moved to it, grabbed the edge, and dragged it to me, uncaring that it left large rivets on his floor.
I eyed the sink and then the tub, using Aria’s magic to direct water to the tub. Pain itched in my hands, and noise sounded from above me. My eyes rolled, and I continued using her magic until I had filled the tub. I pushed my hands into the water, boiling it before I climbed in, washing Knox’s scent from me.
He may be the strongest male, but he sucked at everything a female needed. Who left a bitch in heat unattended and on her own? Who fed them dead food? He would not be on my list of males as potential mates, or I’d end up stuck doing everything alone when we created our little ones.
I dipped into the water, using my hands to wash my flesh, and smiled at the soreness between my thighs. He may suck, but he left something to remember him by. My fingers continued brushing against my opening until need became a concern. I rose from the water, staring at the door as if I could will him back into the room with my mind. No such luck, not that he’d notice since he was so dense.
Rising from the water after I’d bathed, I pushed the tub with my foot, sending it directly at the glass wall that caged me in. It didn’t shatter or even crack, but the water splashing everywhere was satisfying. Moving to the metal rack, I sat, placing my hands into my lap and humming a song I didn’t recognize, and yet I knew every word from Aria’s mind, which was slowly opening to me. He’d aroused me, rutting me once, and then he’d ditched me. The song changed in my head, and I sang it, learning to speak as I waited for him to return.
The elevator doors opened, and I stood, still dripping with need. Knox walked into the room, and the doors sealed closed behind him. He paused, listening to me.
“Aria?” he uttered huskily, sniffing. “You’re singing,” he grinned, tilting his head. “Puddle of Mudd She Hates Me… That’s almost…sweet.”
I sat back down and spread my legs, watching his gaze lower to where I was soaked, waiting for him. My eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as I once more caught my scent still on him. He just stood there, staring at me as he inhaled and exhaled, almost as if I was too much for him to handle. I puffed out a frustrated sigh and shook my head as I stood up.
He was defective.
“You’re a naughty little one, aren’t you? Did I fuck you into becoming a little monster, woman?” I perked up at his words, hoping he wasn’t as defective as I’d assumed.
I purred, and he watched me, slowly lifting his gaze from where my need ran down my leg to lock with mine. He rubbed his hand over his face, and I frowned. My head tilted while I watched his response to my scent, the arch of my spine should have been enough to indicate what I wanted, but he wasn’t picking up on the scent of subtle signs. Maybe he would understand if I bent over and pointed at it? This male was too dimwitted to understand basic needs, apparently. It was really too bad because he had a nice dick.
“You are not good at this,” I whispered huskily.
His brow lifted. “You fucking hate me. I pushed you away, and you almost fucking died because of it, and then you changed. What are you?”
“I’m me.” I watched as he pushed down his pants, and I smiled at how large and erect he was. “Oh, it’s nice. It’s a good thing it is large since you are too stupid and probably will not live much longer.”
His head lifted, and he stared at me as his mouth opened and closed several times. Yup, he had no brains and all dick, but it was a very nice dick. He could not even speak well. I sort of felt bad for him, but he’d be okay, or he’d get eaten. Either choice would be okay with me. Maybe after I’d sated my need for mating, I’d eat him for dessert. Yes, he’d make a good meal, considering how big he was.
I moved toward him as he studied me. Music started in the room, and I paused, frowning as Pop Evil’s Monster You Made started through a speaker in the corner. Aria played this song, loving the music. I listened within, preening that she loved me without knowing she had a monster inside of her, and I was such a good monster. One day, we’d become one.