Dawn (Hero Society Book 1)

by Jessica Florence

  “Let’s go dance, sugar,” he demanded, and even though I wondered why he wanted to leave now, when things were getting interesting over there, I followed up as he stood and led me down to the dance floor.

  I heard a scuffle behind us, but didn’t turn.

  The dance floor was covered with bodies moving and somehow Draco found us a nice spot by one of the large birdcages. The woman inside was a complete stunner. Sexy curves, smooth creamy skin, no freckles like mine. She had long black hair down to her lower back and brown eyes that looked at every man in the vicinity. She was the definition of look all you want, but you will never touch me. I got those feelings of control from her as soon as we got close. Her halter top and poufy tutu dress mixed with boots gave her the look of a crazy woman, but yet when I looked around almost every guy would gaze at her with longing in their quick stare.

  “Why’d we leave?” I leaned against Draco while he wrapped his hands around to my ass.

  “He’s going to kill Nathaniel. You didn’t need to hear it, and I want you to touch him when he comes back down here.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek before trying to get me to dance with him some more. In the heat of the moment, I got caught up in the way his body moved against mine, and the very hormonal emotions that coated the dance floor like a fog.

  My body moved with a little more intention, and Draco was not immune. I turned around and placed his hands on my stomach as pressed my backside to his front. My hands didn’t need to guide his—shortly after moving them, he took over and started seductively caressing me across my waist, and even right below my breasts. I felt his erection behind me and that drove me into a sexual frenzy. The music, the air, and the man behind me were a hairline away from being too much.

  When his lips touched my neck, I gasped and gripped his hands tightly so I wouldn’t fall down.

  “Hey, guys.” The birdcage dancer had spoken to us. She had a mischievous look to her as she leaned close to the bars to speak to us. Her ass swaying seductively behind her. Draco stopped kissing me and looked at her with annoyance in his emotions.

  “Just thought ya would want to know your guy is leaving.” She nodded toward the stairs, just as the man who met with Nathaniel started his descent. She gave me a wink before going back to dancing as she was like nothing had happened. That was strange.

  “Walk to the bar.” Draco told me to do it, and my feet moved. I was slightly nervous to touch this guy. If he was the bad guy that killed Josie then I would probably feel things I didn’t want to feel. But we needed to get some insight to him, and I had a taste of his emotions in my head. I would be able to identify him or not if they matched up.

  He was walking around like he didn’t have a care in the world. I moved through the crowd fairly easy until I got close to the man. While I only meant to nicely graze him with my hand, so softly he wouldn’t even notice, a dancing man tried to do some crazy move and knocked me on my ass, right at my target’s feet.

  “A woman on her knees. Very appealing way to introduce yourself.” His voice really did demand you pay attention to it. I looked up, tried to smile nicely before attempting to stand up without showing everyone my panties before the dress.

  “Allow me.” He stretched his hand out, and I accepted. This might be my one chance now to get some insight into who he was.

  “Thank you.” I smiled politely and accepted.

  Annoyance, impatience, and cruelty.

  I tried not to grimace when his emotions coursed through me.

  “Dance with me,” he demanded and I shook my head.

  “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.” I tried to let go but he just kept my hand in his.

  “Of course a beautiful woman like you would have a boyfriend.”

  Lust and scheming. This man was up to no good, and I felt a tinge of familiarity to his emotions, but I wasn’t sold on him being Josie’s killer.

  His brown eyes looked at me with mischief; he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

  “Come to the side of evil, little flower; you might like the taste,” he purred and then I felt like I wanted to cry.

  Anger, sadism, and the rush from his earlier kill lingered beneath his calm exterior.

  He was the guy. I was standing with the man who killed Josie. Panic rose in my stomach and I wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

  “Sorry, I love him.” I pulled my hand away, and this time he let me.

  He gave a shrug and started walking toward the door.

  “Too bad, little flower,” he called out to me as he left me standing there.

  Draco was there in an instant, checking over me for injuries before he too was gone.

  He followed the man outside the club and somehow I found the strength in my legs to chase after him.

  By the time I made it outside neither of the men were around, I had no clue which direction to go in. Hopefully Draco caught him and put him in a head lock or something that would incapacitate him so we could put him in the isolation room before handing him over to the cops.

  “Rose, get in,” Draco called out from the inside of his truck.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Draco

  Rose saw my face and quickly ran to get inside the truck.

  “Did you lose him?” she asked as she buckled up.

  “I watched him get into a black BMW, then drove off. I got a few digits of the license plate but I didn’t see all of it. I’ll tell AJ to run all the plates in Seahill with those numbers on it. Hopefully we can get a real name, and address it’s registered to,” I told her as we sped off toward her apartment.

  “Can I stay with you again?” she asked softly.

  “Of course. Wanna get some of your stuff first?” I looked over at her and saw she was playing with the bottom hem of her skirt. Something was wrong.

  When I saw her reactions to touching our guy, I knew he was the one. Whether he could get a read on her powers or not, I couldn’t tell but I knew she felt some things she didn’t want to feel.

  “You’re really brave for doing this. You know that right?” To willingly take on the emotions of a psychopath or dead person was unbelievably brave, and took a strong person to do so.

  “Yeah.” She said the words but I don’t think she really believed them.

  “I’ll grab a bag from the apartment.” She spoke up louder this time, and I got the feeling she was done talking for now.

  With haste, she went up to grab her bag and was back in five minutes. She rolled the window down and let the chilled air waft in the car. Her hair was blowing all over the place, and her hand went outside the window. Her fingers drifting through the air as it passed the car like a flying bird. She found comfort in letting her hand play in the wind. Even though it was getting colder, and I saw goose bumps rise on her legs, I didn’t ask her to put it back up. When you are hurting on the inside, it’s the simple joys that bring you back from the despair in your head.

  When we pulled up to the house, I told her to go inside and take a shower. I had to check on the animals, and then I was going to heat her up some tea that I bought on my way home earlier for her. She needed to heal from the emotions that were probably still running through her. She nodded and took her bag inside without a word.

  Everyone was settled in for bed, and didn’t need anything from me so I walked back to the house. Wanting to make sure Rose didn’t need anything.

  The bathroom door was closed and the sounds of the shower spray echoed inside it. After taking off my shoes, setting them next to her boots that she placed by the door, I went about making her the tea.

  She wasn’t in there long, and when she emerged with the steam that escaped the open door she was dressed in lounge shorts and a large shirt.

  “Is that for me?” She walked over to me, looking curious.

  “Yeah.” I handed it over to her and she cradled it in her hands before taking a small sip of the hot liquid.

  “Green tea is my favorite.” She smiled sweetly and looked arou
nd, maybe trying to figure out what she wanted to do now. It was only ten thirty, so she could probably pass out in the bed if she wanted.

  “I’m going in the darkroom for a bit then I’ll be in the bed, my home is your home.”

  Without spilling her tea, I lightly pulled her in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Letting her feel all the good emotions I was feeling, hoping it would help expel the bad inside her. I was happy she was here, and in her own clothes. She still looked amazing, but if she was wearing my gear I don’t think I would have been able to stop myself from taking her to bed.

  “Thanks, Draco,” she murmured against my lips and I wrapped my arms around her for an embrace. She needed it, even I knew how to comfort girls one oh one. If only I had some chocolate or sweets to give her.

  “You’re welcome, beautiful. If you need me just knock.” I kissed her forehead, and let go of her body.

  I was feeling slightly stressed from the situation earlier, so I would find my joy in my photography. I wished I could have just killed the man, and ended our issue right then. But that wasn’t possible. We would see about the murder of Nathaniel on the news tomorrow, and I was glad I got Rose out of there before it happened. She didn’t need to hear any of that. Seeing Josie was hard for her, knowing someone is dying, and there isn’t anything you can do is worse.

  I was just tinkering with the photo enlarger’s grain when a soft knock vibrated the door. Nothing was out that could be ruined by the light so I opened the door without hesitation.

  Rose was standing there with a determined look in her eyes.

  “Everything okay?” I asked, and she moved to get inside the room. I took a step to get out of her way, and then shut the door.

  “Rose?” I was starting to get concerned until I watched her fingers grip the bottom of her shirt, and slowly pull it over her head.

  Concern was gone, and only need was left.

  She was perfection.

  Perky tits that made my mouth water, and skin that begged to be touched.

  Her eyes watched my reactions to her; that steady gaze of want was what did me in. Slowly, I stalked toward her and bent my head down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She stood there and gasped. Letting me taste her without rushing the moment. Any touch with Rose was not to be taken with haste, she deserved the full experience. Every long, perfectly agonizing second of it.

  I licked her peak before sucking it back into my mouth. The second time I wrapped my lips around her, she couldn’t control her hands from moving to my hair to hold on. Testing her limits I nipped at her nipple, and waited to see her reaction. She moaned and leaned in closer to my bite. Rose liked a little play. It was time to bring my little siren out of her shell. I’d only do what she allowed me to do tonight, and I would feel like a winner. Even if this was as far as we got. The other nipple was calling my name, so I kissed my way across her chest to the hard bud.

  Her breaths were labored from my touch and since I knew her tolerance for my teeth on her, I decided to use it. With her hands in my hair, my teeth on her nipple, I took a step back and she moved with me. I pulled her along attached to her breast a foot to the right where there was a table behind her. I let go of her breast and immediately she pulled my lips up to hers, and kissed me hard. Trying to punish me for making her feel so good with something erotic. My hand went to her ass, and lifted her onto the table. Her legs wrapped around mine and I pressed my hard cock against the apex that cradled me.

  “I want your shirt gone,” she groaned and I obliged. My shirt was off me in seconds, and my lips were back on hers. A hiss came from my lips into hers as her hands touched my chest, and moved about. Feeling every bit of my torso she could. When her hands started moving toward my belt, I didn’t know whether to tell her to slow down or to wrap her hands around my cock.

  “I don’t wanna stop.” She spoke with complete confidence against my mouth, before continuing her unraveling of my jeans. When her soft hands did as I had wanted, I couldn’t control the love bite on her lip that happened.

  She started moving her hand up and down gently, feeling my cock, familiarizing herself with me.

  “Feels good, beautiful,” I encouraged her. For someone who hadn’t handled a cock before, she was spectacular at it.

  “It feels so soft, but yet hard at the same time. I bet that would feel amazing on my tongue.” She pulled back to watch her hands move against me. I groaned thinking about her mouth on me, and knew she was going to be a true wild woman in bed. Her fascination was written all over her face, and once she had a taste she would be insatiable. Good thing I had a replenishing stock of energy and could handle anything she wanted.

  “Speaking of tongues.” I grasped her hands, removing them from my throbbing member. She watched me with complete focus, waiting to see what I was going to do.

  “Take your shorts off and keep your eyes on me,” I demanded, and she listened.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Rose

  Draco’s eyes stayed glued to mine as he started to kneel between my open and bared legs. He was the only person besides my gynecologist to see me like this, and while I was totally nervous, I wanted him and everything that came with the package. His heart, his immortal soul, and his body. It was the tea that made me realize it. I knew I liked him, and trusted him. But for him to have bought me tea to keep in his home meant one thing. He felt as I did. Draco wasn’t the man that would put any woman’s favorite tea in his house without wanting her to be there enough to drink it. And I saw he had bought nearly every tea the store had, to be sure he had one I liked.

  This was something more between us, and right now as he spared a glance to my wet core it was clear that something was primal.

  His tongue came out from behind his lips and flicked my clit. My eyes started to close but then he nipped it as a warning to keep my eyes on him.

  “Do that again.” I watched the surprise in his eyes as I asked for more. He did it but then began to lap at me like I was his favorite dessert. I moaned and watched him devour me. He pressed a finger into me, and it felt good, but snug. If one finger was a tight fit how the hell would his cock fit inside me?

  My whole body was tensing on and off, and I wanted to fall back against the table as Draco synced his tongue and finger in a rhythm to drive me crazy.

  “Have you ever had an orgasm, beautiful?” he asked and the grumbled vibrations against my sex felt amazing.

  “Yes. Just on the clit with my bullet.” Just because I hadn’t found the right guy to have sex with didn’t mean I was going to waste life away without the intense feeling of an orgasm. I liked to watch porn, and after seeing my first two, I had to know why those women were screaming their head off when they came. It was glorious, but I had a feeling when Draco made me come, I was going to feel something that would never be comparable.

  His tongue slowed to a torturous pace and I wanted to scream.

  “Please, Draco,” I begged and he didn’t go faster or harder with his fingers or tongue.

  Just as I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, he took to my core like it was his life mission to get me from panting and writhing to full blown screams and the biggest orgasm I’d ever had in sixty seconds.

  “Oh,” I cried and gripped the table behind me. My release shot through me and I couldn’t do anything but ride out the total body spasms, and see stars in my vision.

  “Draco,” I moaned.

  Once my body came down from the high, I smiled as he rose from his crouched position, looking like he had won a gold medal.

  “A-plus, Draco. But how about a little extra credit?” I felt amazing, but I really needed more.

  “What did you have in mind?” he asked while I peered down at his erect cock that was still hanging out of his jeans from before.

  I hopped down from the table, which brought us flush against each other.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “You sure?” he asked with genuine concern in his question. I knew
it would hurt, and I was okay with that. I trusted him and knew he would do the best he could to make it feel good.

  I nodded yes, and then said it aloud just so there was no confusion. He spun me around and took a step, pushing me to take one as well toward the photo enlarger.

  “Take out a piece of paper from that container, Rose,” he whispered against my hair as his hands started to caress my back up and down and then palmed my backside.

  With excited hands I did as I was told.

  “Good girl. Now place it beneath the enlarger. Yes, just like that,” he purred as he kissed his way down my spine.

  “Now spread your legs wider, beautiful.” His lips pressed a hot kiss to my cheek and I bit my lip from the anticipation of what was to come.

  His finger entered my slick core and I felt my body tense up deliciously.

  “Now place your hand on the paper.” I did it because he told me to, but also because I needed the support to hold up my body from trying to collapse against the counter that held the whole thing.

  He added another finger and I clenched my teeth from both the pleasure and tinge of pain. The more he moved and kissed my back the more I relaxed and he was able to coax another finger into me.

  He upped his pace and I was panting hard, needing the sweet release he was promising.

  His kisses rose up my spine and moved to my neck while his fingers kept pumping in and out inside me. His hand reached out beside me and fiddled with some sort of timer.

  As soon as his hand left that little dial, his fingers went wild, along with his hot mouth on my shoulder.

  “I’m going to frame the picture on my wall, so I can think about how you gripped this paper when you came on my fingers,” he groaned and I lost it. That was the hottest thing I had ever heard and I shattered. The light from the enlarger came on for a few seconds and by the time it turned off I was still mid orgasm but with no fingers inside me and something much larger pressing against my entrance.