by C. R. Jane
He reached out and took my wrist, drawing me closer to him. “Now what brings you to me? You’ve been avoiding me for so long, it drove me to insanity.” He leaned in close, his breath brushing my cheek, warming my ear. “You missed me, didn’t you?”
Heat flared across my chest at the dirty intentions dancing in his flirty tone.
But there was still so much unsaid and broken between us that I couldn’t let myself fall for his charm that easily. He had killed me, so how was I supposed to process that?
Sure, accidents happen, but this was something else. I’d seen him fight, heard Alaric confirm the same. Keon had control issues with his demonic side.
“Keon,” I whispered. “You lost control and killed me. Have you killed this way before?”
He looked at me, a frown morphing over his brow but his fingers around my wrist don’t loosen. “Do I scare you?”
“That demon side of you terrifies me.” I refused to stop hiding, and maybe the solution had been to speak to him directly, as I knew he had no intention of leaving me alone. The inked stars on my ankle from each time we’d gotten close were proof that our connection wasn’t going anywhere.
“We should talk about this somewhere else,” he suggested.
I nodded and my heart raced with anticipation of needing to be upfront with him. “I know where we can go.” I patted my pocket with Laz’s key. I had collected it from my other clothes and taken the key with me, a part of me wanting to go back outside and experience natural light and the cool breeze on my face after my shift.
He kept his eyes on me the entire time. There was something unnerving about how carefully he studied me, as though I might change my mind and run from him. There had never been anyone in my life who personified a stalker more than Keon, and part of me was all right with that. But the monster inside him, I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with.
Everything about him screamed an animalistic, testosterone-filled man, who let raw instinct rule him. I’d seen it in his actions, in his eyes.
“Lead the way,” he said, and I took the lead toward the stairs, where we merged into the throng of inmates. Normally, I was invisible to them. They bumped into me, shoved me, but with Keon, they parted, respecting him.
By the time we reached the far end of this building, I wondered what would happen if we crossed paths with Alaric or Laz. I didn’t want a fight either. I kept scanning the hallways as we traveled until we reached the small passage Laz had shown me. Before long, we were standing outside and once again the sky was bruised gray with clouds and no sign of the sun. Quickly, I shut the door behind us and locked it.
“How do you know about this spot, and who gave you the key?” Keon asked, staring at me when I turned to face him. The wind blew his dark hair off his face, tugging at his uniform, and I breathed harder just staring at how strong he looked, how incredibly handsome he was. But I prayed on the inside that I wasn’t making a mistake by having us alone out here to talk.
“A girl doesn’t reveal all her secrets.” I tucked the key away and wandered down the narrow space flooded with light. “Do you know how much I missed natural light?” The two buildings on either side of us were just stone walls. No windows or doors, throwing us in complete privacy. Up ahead and behind us were lofty metal fences, not revealing what lay beyond them. I didn’t care as long as I got fresh air.
“Fair enough,” he said and strolled through the overgrown lawn.
I took a seat in a thick patch of grass, crossing my legs, while Keon strolled to the end of the yard, studying the walls for what I guessed was any way others could see us.
When he returned, he dropped to his ass, his legs stretched out before him. He sat across from me. “You asked me earlier if I’ve killed someone else.” He licked his lips. “I want to be honest with you, not scare you. Growing up, I lost control of my demon three times before you.”
I swallowed the boulder in my throat.
There was a moment of silence. Keon stared at me, but before I could find the words lost to me from the utter shock of hearing he’d killed four people, including me, he spoke again.
“It was a very long time ago when the first three took place. I was born different and never fit in. I’m not giving you excuses, just a bit of background. My entire life, I’ve struggled to feel emotions like most people. You see, the demon side changed me.” His lips thinned as he huffed. “Shortly after my birth, my parents split, and my father brought me up. My mother skipped off, maybe to other realms for all I know. And well, humans are not quite cut out to bring up demons.”
“I didn’t know your mother abandoned you. That’s horrible.”
He shrugged like he’d dealt with that pain long ago. “You know what I missed about her? It’s not the motherly love, but that she never fucking taught me how to control my demon side. Growing up, my demon would slip out of me randomly. My first kill was when I was fourteen. I was home alone, and someone had been breaking into our house.”
Silence filled the moment, and I could easily fill in the gaps of what had taken place.
My stomach clenched at the thought of what it must have felt like growing up that way. To have his mother leave him, to have no one teach him how to control his demon side. It broke me to listen to him.
“After the third death, my father put me into an institution, as he didn’t know how else to help me. I didn’t hate him for his decision. I spent three years there, and I learned so much more from the other patients. Two others had demon parents as well, and they taught me what my mother never did.” He glanced at the wall beside us, lost in thought.
“Is your father still alive?” I asked.
“He’s in a nursing home, but he’s starting to forget things, including me.” The sorrow crackling through his voice sliced through me like glass.
When he looked at me, he tilted his head. “Don’t feel pity for me. I know exactly what I am, Selena, and I accepted it long ago. A monster.”
“No, you’re not a monster,” I said almost instantly.
“Yes I am,” he insisted. “Until the incident with you, I had held my demon under control the only way I could. By feeding it death and souls.”
“You let it out on purpose?”
He sighed heavily. “There are two ways. Either it controls me, or I control it. And why do you think I work here? The worst of society resides within these walls. People who don’t deserve to live after everything they’d done. They sate my demon so I can keep it under control. I hold control of him when I release him to feed. That’s the difference to him taking me over.”
I licked my lips, listening to his words. They all made sense and I got it, but he was telling me he killed people regularly. Well, not him, but that thing inside him.
“Around you, I feel things I never have,” he said. “Emotions that are so powerful, I can barely stand to be in my own skin some days. And that day I hurt you…” Shadows gathered under his eyes as he breathed in a long inhale. “It’s like someone carved my heart right out of my chest. I will live with that agony my whole life that I almost killed the one thing who awakened me. I was so furious that someone else might hurt you and as a result my demon overcame me. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
I shuffled over to sit next to him, our legs touching, and I wrapped an arm around his back, my head pressed to his chest. “I had no idea.”
“I don’t want secrets between us, and I want you to know the real me.”
Nodding my head, I answered, “I know. It will take time for me to get my head around this, but I don’t hate you.”
“What I feel for you brings out a different side to my demon. It’s claimed you as his, and he’s a possessive fucking bastard. All he wants is to destroy anyone who touches you.”
I pulled back and looked up at him. “That’s going to be a problem then. You know how I feel about Alaric and Seth, right? You can’t let him hurt them.”
“Never in a million years. And I’m making him understand he may
need to share you to keep you.”
It was strange to hear him talking about sharing me, but in truth, I’d already been giving a part of myself to these men. I didn’t even want to bring up the topic of Laz. Not yet anyway, not until I understood what was going on there. God, I was dating a killer, and the scary part was that I was sort of okay with it. In a strange way, I liked that he removed scum from this world. I mean, didn’t we all want to have a little bit of Dexter in us?
Keon placed an arm around me, drawing me closer, and he held me, his breathing slowing.
“I learned that in demon lore, when they fall in love with someone, it’s for eternity and call them their fated mate. That’s why you have the stars on your ankle from me.”
My heart beat faster. Had he just admitted to loving me? Warmth flooded me, and my throat thickened.
I reached over and cupped his face, turning him to look at me. “I grew up in a home void of feelings and emotions, with a vampire who drained the life out of us. But while I had a roof over my head, I never had a mother who told me she loved me.” My voice crackled, and something squeezed my heart.
Our brows touched, and a calming sensation came over me. “I’ll be your everything, Selena, and I’ll never forget to tell you how much you mean to me every day.”
“I forgive you,” I said and kissed him. But inside, I didn’t know if I actually meant it.
Our mouths crashed together, and we kissed chaotically, hungrily. We both came from broken pasts, both searching for something we ended up finding in each other. Something that took me a long while to realize.
His hands roamed over every inch of my body as he desperately pressed me against him. The thickness of his growing cock nestled against my stomach, and I reached down, needing all of him desperately.
He hissed as I stroked his erection over the fabric of his pants. Then suddenly, he broke away and stood, offering me his hand. “Come, let’s go to my room,” he said.
But I was shaking my head while unbuckling his belt. “No, I want you here, now.”
Keon
I watched my kitten crawl over to me and kneel before me like a goddess coming before her god. Her eyes were locked on mine while she placed a hand against my thigh, and her touch against me was an inferno.
My cock was stiff, painful, and needed release. I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, then unzipped myself. My cock sprang out, the cool breeze a welcoming reprieve from the heat swallowing me.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, her fingers barely able to close in around my girth, then she leaned in closer and her delicious rosy mouth slipped over the tip of my erection. Then she licked the tip, flicking it. I groaned, and a rush of thunderous arousal slammed into me.
“That’s it. Lick all my pre-cum.”
Still gripping me, she traced her lips with the tip of her tongue, and my muscles clenched. Parting her mouth, she took my cock into her mouth.
I hissed, the fire of her wet mouth consuming me. I pushed deeper into her, her tongue flicking over my length. I half expected her to pause, but my little bird took me completely, deep-throating me. She never pulled back, even when I noticed her eyes watering.
I breathed out heavily, seeing her filled with me, working those lips back and forth, her hand on my balls, and it drove me mad.
“Fuck!” I snarled. My heart was in my throat.
She was mine, and I made no fucking apology about taking what belonged to me. Placing a hand to the back of her neck, I fisted her hair, and she didn’t push me away. Her gaze was on mine, encouraging me to fuck that sweet little mouth.
I drew in a breath and rocked my hips gently, my pulse racing frantically in my veins. She sucked on me, never pausing, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat.
My minx moaned as she meticulously rolled her tongue under my shaft.
Hell, I needed to fuck her. But I loved watching her suck me off.
I drowned in unbearable lust, in arousal that built faster and faster. I was so close to exploding.
Holding onto a chunk of hair at the back of her head, I slid out of her mouth, making a popping sound. She licked her lips and stared up at me with undeniable arousal.
Possessiveness claimed me, and I fell to my knees in front of her, taking her mouth in mine, tasting my own saltiness. I kissed her like I owned every inch of her, taking what I needed. I shoved my hand under her top, and pulled back the top of her bra.
She moaned as I grabbed her breast, squeezing. That perfect little nipple was rock hard in my palm. Her breathing quickened, and her tongue sweeping into my mouth called to me. She wanted me.
I left a trail of kisses down her neck, over her collarbone and skimmed down to her luscious nipple. I drew it into my mouth, tugging at it, gently gnawing.
Her soft cries of pleasure had my breaths speeding up.
I tugged down her pants to her knees, and slipped a hand between her thighs. She was soaking wet, ready for me.
Her hands thread through my hair, fisting it, pulling at it as I pushed a finger into her. I felt the way her body shivered under my touch.
I loved the power I had over her like this. It drove me crazy, and I needed more, more, more. It was never enough.
Releasing her gorgeous, rose tipped breast, I lavished the same treatment on the other one, then glanced up Selena. She was gnawing on her lower lip, her eyes fluttering upward with her growing desire.
“I need to taste you. To have you come all over my face,” I insisted.
“Keon,” she breathed, like that was all she was capable of as I bumped two fingers into her tightness.
I pulled my fingers out of her, her slick scent flooding me. I shuddered with desperation to fuck her already. I ripped off my top and lay it on the ground behind her. She took the hint and lay down for me. I grabbed her feet and took off one shoe then the other before tugging her pants and underwear off in one go.
“Show me your tits,” I growled as I stood to remove the rest of my clothes. I loved having sex outside where we might be caught, where others might watch, and while this area offered no windows of such possibility, it was close enough to satisfy my fetish.
My beautiful girl lay before me, completely nude, the long grass around her swaying in the breeze. Her nipples stood erect, and as she grinned, she pried her knees open for me.
Her lips glistened, as did the inside of her thighs. My girl was so ready for me. I reached down and parted her inner lips, loving to see her so widely spread, to see her inside exposed to me.
I lowered myself before my goddess and claimed her pussy. I devoured her, licked and sucked until I couldn’t breathe, until she was crying out unintelligible things. Pushing my tongue into her, she arched, moaning, her arms stretched out on either side of her, taking fistfuls of grass.
Curling my fingers into the fleshy part of her inner thighs, I swept my tongue over the length of her heat, immersing myself into everything that was Selena.
Pulling at her inner lips, I never stopped, teasing her, driving her to the edge. It didn’t take long for her to suddenly release a muffled scream behind her hand so no one heard her. How cute.
Her body convulsed.
I never released her, but took her clit into my mouth and drove a third finger into her pussy, her climax wrecking her. Her thighs clenched on either side of my head, and there was nowhere I’d rather be than locked to her beautiful pussy. She gripped my hair, pushing herself against me, riding me. Hell, she was everything.
Keeping my face buried between her legs, I feasted on her, and the beautiful scent fogged my brain of any other thoughts but staking my claim on her. My breath hitched as my cock twitched, desperate to plunge into her.
Selena meant the world to me. There was no way I could ever let her go, not after opening up to her. I gave her all of me.
When she finally calmed down, collapsed on the ground, I let go of her and pulled up. She lay there, completely spent, spread open and so wet.
“Was that good?�
� I ran the back of my hand across my mouth.
“I-I c-can’t even find words. You are an animal, and I loved every second of it.”
“That’s what I want to hear. Each time I fuck you, I want you to feel like it’s the last thing you’ll ever feel.”
Her breath hitched. “The things you say turn me on so much.”
I laughed and moved closer between her spread legs, palming my cock, before I claimed her.
But she shuffled backward away from me across the lawn, and I frowned. But before I could grab her ankles and drag her back beneath me, she turned over onto her hands and knees. Then she raised that gorgeous ass up high into her air, legs parted.
My sights locked on the way her slit glistened with juices, and my dick hardened to the point of pain with need.
“Please, Keon. I want it doggie style.”
I answered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t walk straight tomorrow.”
Selena
He palmed my ass, the slap coming fast and unexpected right over both cheeks.
I flinched, not expecting him to slap me, but with it came a tantalizing thrill that tracked down my spine.
“You’re the devil,” I said over my shoulder at Keon as he grabbed my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he positioned himself behind me. Something about having my ass in the air and being fully exposed to this man had me shivering with arousal. And I was pretty sure another orgasm was already closing in behind the first.
“Is that any way for a lady to speak?” a British female voice said from in front of me.
My stomach dropped, and I swung my gaze back around to where the ghost sat crossed-legged in front of me. The long grass swayed in the wind, seeming to pass right through her.
“The fuck!”
“Oh, baby girl, I’ll fuck you hard,” Keon moaned, then drove his cock into me without ceremony. Just slammed in, stretching me so unexpectedly, I screamed.
