Sin Eaters: Devotion Book One

by Kai Leakes

  “I know. I saw it in my dreams. I need you to feed, baby, so you don’t get sick, so feed.”

  Khamun felt her cup the back of his head with her hands. She pushed his mouth to her neck, and he hissed, his fangs dropping as he pulled way. “Naw, baby, I want to mark you elsewhere.” He pulled his locks back.

  He demanded her eyes to follow his movements while he ran his hands down her body and momentarily stopped to pull off his tee. He too had been dreaming about this, and every dream of passion seemed to hit his body as he licked his lips. He dropped down in a sweeping motion to slide her on her hip while he kissed her thick, buttery-soft thigh.

  His third eye opened, and he could see her biting her lower lip as power ebbed from her to meld with his own snapping current. The sensation caused his shoulders to roll back as he let his wings open.

  “Oh, why are you so sexy and beautiful, Khamun?”

  He let his lips draw over the back of her knee to kiss his way to her calf. “Because . . . I’m about to sound corny, but this is divine truth. I was made just for you, baby. No lie.”

  He kissed the top of her foot and then rubbed her delicate foot between his hands. Her eyes seemed to hum in power as he slid her leg over his shoulder, shifting downward to kiss her intoxicatingly warm inner thigh.

  “Damn! Sanna, tell me to stop now because once I kiss your inner thigh again, baby, all stopping is going out the door.” He waited for her reply.

  He looked up and saw her arching, her hands gripping the sheets, while his third eye roamed over her body like invisible fingers, stroking and caressing her. He smiled as he let one psychic finger tap against her blossoming bud.

  She gasped, “No, don’t stop.”

  Tilting his head with a quiet smile, he kissed her. His wings slid under her to lift her up as he slipped down her silky body, sucking her soft flesh at her thigh. Her sweet, honeyed scent took over his air, and he groaned as he briefly brushed the tip of his nose over her covered mound.

  “So this is mine?” he quizzically asked, waiting.

  From an angle he saw Sanna’s head bob up and down with a yes, and he deeply chuckled. The Reaper in him enjoyed this type of hunt.

  “I can’t hear you, baby. So this is mine? To taste? To kiss? To feed from?”

  Sanna’s gasp hit him squared in his sacs, almost milking him, and he centered himself, breathing slowly.

  She licked her lips, swallowing hard. “Y—yes. I’m yours.”

  Khamun turned his head to kiss and trace her buttery softness. The tip of his tongue circled in a swirling motion against her inner thigh. He was glad she was wearing the shorts he hadn’t changed her out of.

  “Mmm! You taste so sweet, Sanna. Can I have you for a lifetime?” He knew if he bit her at this moment, his Craving would turn into a marking, and she would be a part of him as if they were married.

  In the Nephilim world, a marking bite was the releasing of pheromones through the fangs that injected into the intended mate. This only happened during the Craving, and when an intended mate had opened their mental barriers for the union. This bite signaled a marriage of sorts.

  Khamun could taste the sweet mixture in his mouth as he swallowed and waited for Sanna’s mental barriers, body and soul, to say yes. As he glanced up, he saw her body glow from her eyes through her soul.

  Sanna softly smiled, her voice humming with power, “Yes, we’ve waited too long.”

  Khamun whispered, “Oracle-Vessel? Sanna?”

  Sanna’s hand slid over her thigh then over his face as she softly replied, “The one and the same.”

  Khamun’s own power locked and synced with her, and he inwardly groaned. His fangs dropped at full length as he bowed his head and took his bite. His fangs sank into her soft silky skin, and he marked her. His lips were so close to her heated mound that, while he drank, he knew he had instantly found her pleasure vein.

  Her light, rich taste flooded his senses, and he pressed down more, drinking, as she groaned. Her hands fisted in his locks, and he pulled back some, to let his fingers shift to brush against her covered mound.

  As he drank, he listened to her panting, and her hips rocked up against his touch. He hooked a finger to push the fabric of her shorts to the side and expose her shimmering pearl.

  The first kiss of air against her hardening bud hit hard.

  Khamun smiled at the way she lifted from the bed for him. His hunger seemed to double as he stared at her opening petals. Bowing his head low, he sealed his bite wound with a kiss and the flick of his tongue.

  Her ample hips ached to be touched and he slipped his hands under them, then up her back as she looked down at him. Her hands reached up to rest on his shoulders and he found the zipper to her jumper. He slowly pulled down, until it opened for him like a Christmas present.

  Sanna turned for him, his wings still cradling her and she allowed him to pull it off of her voluptuous body.

  He sat up some to gently lay her back on the bed and his wings slid back as he studied her body. A flash of worry hit her face and he gently took her hand, entwining their fingers. He placed her palm against his heart, and then dragged it over his abs. That spark of worry in her eyes melted away and he kissed her palm again.

  “Your blood has me at ease baby. I thought I’d rip through you. Shit. You are so . . . intoxicating. But your blood . . . it’s calmed me,” he rumbled.

  He took her hand and reached for her other, to hook her thumbs on the waist of his jeans. Motioning for her to pull down, he slid up and she pulled down. A sudden burst of nervousness hit him from her scent and he dropped a kiss on her. Kissing a lower lip then a top, he then slid the tip of his tongue in her mouth.

  He knew she could taste her blood and the remains of his marking secretion. He let her savor the newest of it all as she shook with need, pushing his jeans down with her feet as her nails dug into his back.

  He almost nodded and said, Take that shit, as she took the kiss deeper. His rigid member jutted out to hit his stomach, his tip aching as he pushed the rest of his jeans to the floor. His fingers found her bra, and he pulled back to drop his head to kiss the top of her pillow-soft breasts.

  Music flooded through his mind, connecting to his surround system as Raheem DeVaughn crooned “Closer (Won’t Be Long).”

  Sanna sharply inhaled as she cradled his head and he unhinged her lacy black bra, making it drop to the floor behind him with his power. He was lost in her soft skin as he opened his mouth and let a toffee-dipped nipple slip into his mouth.

  As he sucked and gently tugged, he felt as if her hands were suddenly caressing him, stroking with the same rhythm he played with at her pebbled nipple. He sucked air between his teeth.

  He clearly felt her hands on his back, but this was more. He knew he had opened her third eye. The scent of her desire and his flowed through the room. He slid down to kiss her belly while he slowly pulled at her black boy shorts.

  “I dreamed you were this beautiful,” he muttered and shifted, pulling the lacy fabric off with one hand while his other hand gently parted her supple flesh. She lay open like a plum, dripping sweet nectar just for him.

  He remembered how good she tasted before. He smiled as he glanced up at her. Her beautiful chocolate eyes glowed golden, and it made him kiss the petals of her lips lightly. He tilted his head, bringing her to his mouth and French-kissed her caramel sweet haven. His tongue slipped within her creamy walls, and she arched, shifting and softly gripping the sheets. He held her in place as he widened her luscious thighs and pulled back to dip in and out of her before twisting the tip of his tongue over her swollen bud.

  Her panting egged him on as he flattened his tongue and gave her a couple long licks before leaning in to kiss and suck her pearl. His anticipation was heightened as he dipped his tongue within and let her hips ride his mouth before he switched and slowly slipped a finger into her tightness. The tension of it had him pulling back slowly to keep her wet before he attempted again.

  After a co
uple of tries, giving her a rhythm she could take, he felt her milky walls tighten around his fingers, and he smiled, kissing her bud, before making a come-here motion.

  “Khamun!” escaped her lips.

  He loved that he made her nervousness disappear. Her body was poetry in motion while he dropped his hands and shifted up, kissing until he found her beautiful mouth. He could read her body while he touched her and he felt her tension return.

  It wasn’t in him to let her hurt or feel this fear, so he took his time and let her body press against his. He let his length let her know how much he wanted her, before he felt her soften.

  He shifted to bring her leg up to hook over his hip while he took his tip and dipped into her liquid sweetness. The heat her yoni gave him had him closing his eyes. He let her heat draw him into her slowly.

  Her body tensed again, and he kissed her slowly, knowing what he was about to hit. He tilted her neck to the side, nipped, sucked, licked and whispered, “Gimme,” and he bit down and took his fill of her sweet blood again.

  Sanna whimpered in pleasure, her nails digging as she arched into him.

  Khamun pressed his hips down and up to breach her gate, successfully opening her, until he filled her to the hilt. His body almost shut down on him with how tight, wet and hot she was. As he swallowed and slid unto his hunches, he caressed her face and tilted his head to the side in awe. Two small fangs broke through her gumline, and his body shook in recognition and pleasure.

  “Mmmm, Sanna,” he groaned. He dropped down and kissed her yielding mouth as her arms held him tight. He kissed away her spilling tears.

  “Khamun,” whispered from her lips.

  He felt her tighten around him, making him slowly glide in and out of her tight wetness. He fit her like a key, as if her womb was made just for him, and he slid back arching, holding her hips to teach her how to roll her hips.

  He almost came as he watched her plant her feet and slide her hands over his chest. He almost gave up the ghost, as she made her hips wind in a slow grind that had him almost calling on the Most High. He knew she was slightly hurting with trying that move, so he smirked and shook his head at her haughtiness.

  “Baby, damn, you bad. Come here. Let me help you out.” He picked her up and flipped her, to straddle him. His head dropped back as she took in all of his ten-plus inches.

  Sanna curved into him with the new sensation, the intensity making her bite her lip while he moved her hips.

  Her tightness had him ready to speak the old language, and he bit his lower lip to keep from doing just that.

  As she bucked forward, he cursed due to the pleasure and spat out every language he knew, old and new. “Sanna, work them hips, baby,” he pleaded.

  The way his voice dripped molasses in that plea had Sanna tentatively move. She worked her hips slowly as she gently grew brave, the rhythm in her soul, her heart and blood, guiding her to rock until she found a tempo that was comfortable for her.

  Khamun’s wings spread out on the bed as he watched her newling fangs lengthen and her eyes lock with his.

  The Craving roared in Sanna’s body, making him bare his throat.

  “Take that bite, baby. Fi-find the vein, Queen,” he muttered, pointing at his jugular.

  Uncertainty had Sanna shaking her head. “I want you like you had me,” she whispered.

  Khamum almost came with just that statement alone. He quietly nodded, tears in his own eyes from the need to nut. He watched Sanna slid him out of her.

  Her body shook from the exit and its own anger at the abandonment.

  He glanced at his glistening shaft, seeing what marked her as a virgin. He reached for a corner of the bed to pull the sheets and wipe himself clean for her. Her hunger was apparent as she watched him. That need had him motion for her to mark him.

  She looked up licking her lips, flushing cinnamon red with not knowing what to do.

  Understanding and desire made him smile. “Sit on my stomach.”

  “Huh?” she asked. Her curly ’fro damp with sweat, she pushed her mane out of her face.

  She was so beautiful, he thought. He chuckled, pulling her by the hand. “You heard me. Sit on my stomach, your back to me.”

  Blushing, she nodded nervously and straddled him as he explained.

  He was delighted with the view of nothing but her nice plump rear and sugary-slick openness. “Lean forward and find your mark,” he whispered.

  His shaft stood erect with anticipation while his hands slid down her back. He fisted one hand into her long, thick, curly ’fro, the other angled her to slide, until her sweet haven hovered right where he wanted it. He knew he was in ecstasy.

  As she braced herself on her knees, he let go and gripped her hips, pulling them toward his hungry mouth. He leaned up to drink from her open cup as he heard her breath hitch before she muttered, “Mmmm.”

  That had him eager and hungrier as she found her mark. She held his shaft and strummed her fangs against his staff.

  Her boldness turned him on as she bit down. His body jolted up at the penetration of her fangs. The deep sensual mark of her fangs made contact with his inner thigh near his sacs, making him fist the sheets as his moan vibrated against her swollen pearl. Her tugs of thirst had him finding her hand and showing her how to stroke him as he pumped in her hand.

  Pulling back, she looked behind her, and she licked her lips.

  That had him seeing red as he flipped her, finding her tightness while he gently slid in again. Her hands found his locks, tugging while her legs wrapped around him tight. Their hands entwined, he made each stroke seal his name in her body.

  Protection sigils shimmered through her body as he worked each one in deeper with each thrust of his hips. He bucked while he felt her split the sigils and weave them into his body as well.

  With a grunt, he picked her up, so she could ride his lap, while he drowned himself in her sweet, soft mouth, and they came together.

  His seed exploded deep, hot and thick within her loving walls, making her body tighten while vibrating into a deep arch, her rear throwing it back against him.

  Her beautiful golden eyes flickered like diamonds while her shoulders flexed and silvery white glowing wings broke from her shoulder blades.

  The beauty of her wings had him holding her tight while she breathed heavily, her face buried in his neck. Stroking her hair, he slid a thumb over the side of her cheek, catching each tear before it fell. “I love you,” he whispered.

  Sanna’s soft voice flowed over him as she kissed his neck and whispered back, “I love you too.” She bit down, drank, and pulled the last bit of seed from him.

  He felt her magnificent wings encase him, while his did the same. His fingers dug into her supple rear, and Novel’s “We Got It Bad” drowned out their soft breathing and quiet, slow strokes.

  Chapter 21

  “Ahhhh!”

  The Dark Lady, also known as Princess Reina, woke up in a cold sweat, her eyes dilated. Her creamy breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath. The sheets lay in bunched knots around her as she looked around her dark, fire-lit room. She saw blood—glorious, beautiful, ruby-black blood—drowning everyone and everything.

  It made her smile, until she saw the source of that blood. Thousands of her people lay in dusting corpses, their blood washing away the delicious sins and taint they had collected over the centuries.

  Her father sat on a mound of bodies under him, his arms held behind his back as he roared. A swift slash of light decapitated him right in front of her eyes. Pure delight filled her as she watched her father die, his sins, his darkness ripped from him by an unseen force.

  But anger filled her as she watched light drown out the darkness and her people. Screaming her displeasure as she saw that Oracle bitch in her mind, she fumed. She was the one in her dreams since the beginning of Reina’s hunt for her. She watched as she pulled at the bitch’s hair when she saw the bloodied body of her twin as a kid, ten years old, staring at her with a smile
of hatred in his glance. Confused, a light flashed and made her look away and focus back on the Oracle.

  That bitch held an antiquated book in her hands, a large leather-bound book that looked to be connected with other matching volumes. She was flipping through them and speaking the old language of the Light.

  A tall, cloaked man, a man she assumed was a Slayer, stood by, arms crossed, ancient weapons in his hands, fangs glistening in the dark, black locks resting over his shoulders.

  Something about him made her watch him closely as he lit up with power that frightened her. A power that spread to that Oracle bitch, and it made Reina almost cower in shameful fear. She refused to go out like a bitch, but that current seemed to spread.

  She saw a shadowed group touch the Oracle bitch, and the power washed over everything. She screamed, and her vision shifted, and she saw that same book lying hidden by stone-fire beasts.

  Beasts, which she thought were mythical, swarmed past her vision. Dragons. She saw it. She saw the marker of a hazy landmark and knew she had to get it before that Oracle bitch got to it. If she could get it, then she could save her people, and she could get the Oracle and kill her. She was a threat to her kind. One that wasn’t worth turning, unlike what her father thought, and she intended to kill her. Especially after this vision.

  How dare that bitch try to scare her! Her vision tilted again, and she screamed. Her twin stood back in front of her, very much alive, the same age as she. She swung her Asp ring, ready to cut his beautiful face. She watched him laugh, reach out, and kiss her forehead.

  “You fear what you’ll become,” was all he said to her in Spanish.

  His touch made her fall to her knees. Light spilled from her hands, her eyes, and then her mouth. She screamed, “No!” and saw that Oracle bitch.

  The Oracle dropped down near her and whispered in her ear, “You will not take me, but we will meet.”

  She too kissed Reina, a kiss full of power against her cheek, and Reina imploded, the light turning her, and she woke up screaming. The bitch was powerful. Too powerful. She had to die. And Reina had to get that book before she accomplished the death of her people and herself.