Watch Me Burn

by Nikki Drost

  “After what you went through with your parents I figured you deserved to let loose and I know how much you love to dance so here we are.”

  “But you don’t dance.”

  Jamie takes my hand and begins to lead me toward the club’s entrance. Several people eye us with a mix of curiosity and frustration. They have probably been standing out in the cold for a while now and are wondering why we get to move to the head of the line.

  “Just because I don’t like to do something, doesn’t mean that I can’t, now come on.”

  “Good evening, Mr. Trudeau.” A burly looking man bows his head as he places his fist over his heart.

  “It’s good to see you, Gage. How’s business been treating you?”

  “I can’t complain,” he says as he opens the door for us to enter. “Drinks are on the house.”

  Jamie shakes the man’s hand and escorts me into the dark space. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, I am impressed by what I see.

  The interior itself is made up of mostly black walls and furniture with the exception of the neon lights hanging above the dance floor where crowds of people are sensually grinding to the music provided by a DJ. There is even a top VIP level complete with its own bar.

  The vibe of this place is electric and I find myself relaxing for the first time in weeks. Jamie leads me through the throngs of people and on to the dance floor just as Janet Jackson beings to sing. He stands behind me pulling my body close until my ass is pressed firmly against his groin, with his hands on my hips we begin to sway to the pulsating beat.

  I close my eyes and lose myself in the sound of the thumping bass and the pure eroticism of dancing with this man. With a practiced move, I twist my hips rubbing against his growing hardness. He leans closer until his mouth is next to my ear. His animalistic growl reverberates throughout my body straight to my sex, soaking my panties within seconds.

  His hands being to wander upwards over my hips to my stomach, I raise my arms just as his tips of his fingers reach the undersides of my breasts. A heady moan escapes my parted lips as his thumbs brush over my hardened nipples. The need I have for this man soars to new heights as an undeniable ache settles between my thighs. There is only one thing that will sate my hunger.

  As if Jamie can read my mind, he leads me from the dance floor and through the crowd toward a darkened hallway. He opens the first door he sees which happens to be used for storage and ushers me inside.

  With my hands sprawled across his wide chest, I push Jamie against the door as my fingers make quick work of undoing his vest and shirt buttons. With his bronzed skin now on full display I start to bite and lick my way downwards over his taut abdomen. His muscles ripple and strain with each flick of my tongue. I crouch before him as I slowly undo his belt buckle.

  “Fuck, princess, you’re playing with fire,” he growls the warning as I wrap my hand around his pulsating cock and begin to stroke him from base to tip. A drop of precum glistens from the bulbous head, I lean forward and lap up his salt goodness with the tip of my tongue.

  “Stop teasing me, woman.”

  I gaze up at him through my lashes and the desire and lust I see in his deep brown eyes tells me he is enjoying every minute of my teasing.

  “Tell me who you belong to, wolf.” I flick my tongue over the numerous barbells lining his underside of his shaft.

  With a low chuckle, Jamie spears his fingers through my hair; his large hands palm the sides of my head. “I belong to you, my sexy little human, mind, body, and soul. Now suck.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so, if you want my mouth you’re going to have to beg for it.” I smirk.

  Jamie thumps his head against the door in frustration. His eyes close as if he is in pain. “This isn’t the time or the place to fuck with me, princess, now open that pretty little mouth of yours so I can give you what you crave.”

  He has no idea how tempted I am to give in and take what I want, but the sight of him so close to losing control is something I can’t pass up.

  “Beg me,” I moan breathlessly before grazing my teeth over the head of his cock. His hips roll forward as he hisses through clenched teeth.

  “God damn it, woman!” he growls, the sound has my pussy tingling with anticipation for what’s to come. “Wrap those talented lips of yours around my dick and suck me, princess, until I cum in the back of your throat. Please, I can’t take much more of this.”

  Considering this is the closest he has ever come to begging I decide to do as he asks. I wrap my wet lips around his warm hard flesh while running my tongue along the underside.

  “Fuck yeah!” he groans, the tight grip he has on my head only spurs me on more.

  My head bobs up and down in a steady rhythm as I take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I continue to stroke, suck, and lick every inch of his manhood while massaging his tight sac with my hand. Jamie releases a string of curses as my teeth skim the length of his smooth flesh.

  I lift my gaze to his. Crimson eyes stare back at me with so much intensity that I can feel my own orgasm bubbling to the surface. My hand moves lower until it reaches my now soaked panties, I move them aside and begin to rub my clit with the pads of my fingers.

  “Jesus, that’s so fucking hot.” He breaths, “I love watching you pleasure yourself.”

  Knowing that’s he’s watching me only turns me on more, I moan around his shaft as my intense orgasm hits me hard enough that I’m seeing stars.

  “Kelsey,” he moans my name as his cock swells against my tongue, spurt after spurt of his warm cum hits the back of my throat and I greedily swallow every drop he has to give me.

  Jamie grips my hair with his fist and pulls my head back until his semi-erect cock slips from my mouth. Using his supernatural speed I’m lifted off of my feet, my back hits the door with a resounding thump. His fingers dig into the back of my thighs as my legs wrap tightly around his waist. With one swift thrust of his hips, Jamie pushes into me roughly. I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain from his sudden intrusion.

  “Take it, princess,” he growls against my throat, his hips pump furiously filling me with his enormous cock. “Take every inch.”

  The sensual beat of a Katy Perry song is barely audible over our combined moans and his feverish pounding. This is what I wanted, to push him so far over the edge that he loses control.

  “More.” My nails score his back through the material of his dress shirt.

  “Careful what you ask for, woman.” His breathing matches the deep and fast thrusting of his hips. He leans forward, molding his body to mine. Our mouths collide in a bruising kiss that leaves my head spinning.

  My body starts to tremble as that familiar ache inside me begins to build once more.

  “I’m going to cum,” I pant against his soft yet demanding lips.

  With the precision of a cobra he latches onto my neck, his teeth sink into my flesh with a savage growl. I tighten my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as pleasure erupts throughout my entire body. Jamie groans deep in his throat as he succumbs to his own release.

  “I love you, Kelsey,” he pants heavily against my shoulder.

  Our bodies are covered in a layer of sweat and I’ve lost feeling in my legs, but I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. Especially since this could very well be our last night together.

  “I love you too, baby. Now take me home.”

  Chapter 16

  Jamie

  I light up a smoke as I impatiently wait to get tonight’s routine hunt underway. Micah was in the middle of splitting us up into teams when he was interrupted by yet another phone call from an Enforcer in need of one thing or another. Lately it seems like my brother can’t catch a moment’s rest without that damn piece of plastic going off.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Alaric leaning against a tree checking his weapons. Tonight will be the first time he gets to come out with us and the poor kid looks nervous as hell, but Micah needs to see him in
action before tomorrow night’s take down in Boston.

  “Relax, son,” I clap him on the back, “tonight should be a walk in the park for you.”

  Considering the prophet is used to facing demons and god only knows what else, a few vampires, and random shifters shouldn’t freak him out.

  “Ah, right, of course.” He looks taken back for a moment.

  Was it something I said?

  “I just don’t want to let anyone down.”

  “Not possible, just remember the first thing the enemy will try to do is separate you from your partner. As long as you don’t let that happen you’ll be fine.”

  Getting separated is one of the most dangerous positions an Enforcer can be in, especially if you are outnumbered.

  “All right let’s get this done before my damn phone starts ringing again,” Micah grumbles angrily. “Adam and Landon head east toward the river. Linc and Alaric you two head north toward the mountains. Gunnar and I will head south, while Hannah and Cass stay in town.”

  Oh no, he wouldn’t do this to me.

  “James and Dallas head west.”

  Apparently, he fucking would.

  “And try not to kill each other,” he adds as an afterthought.

  Great, just what I needed to make my night complete, a midnight stroll through the woods with the one guy who grates on my nerves more than nails on a chalkboard. For his sake, I hope we don’t run into any trouble, I’m likely to let him get his ass kicked just for shits and giggles.

  “No worries, boss man,” Dallas laughs, “as long as sparky here keeps his mouth shut we’ll be right as rain.”

  “I’ll keep my mouth shut, Turner, if you promise not to whine like a little girl all night long.”

  Suddenly the ground beneath my feet begins to shake. “Jesus, Micah, we promise to behave ourselves.”

  “It’s not me.” His sapphire eyes meet mine briefly as he scans our backyard.

  “Oh no!” Alaric runs past the group and launches himself into the air gracefully landing on top of the deck twenty or so feet above us. “Micah, how far is the nearest clearing?”

  “Why?” he growls furiously.

  The sound of trees being snapped in-half echoes loudly in the darkness.

  What the hell is that?

  “Unless you want your home destroyed by hellhounds, I suggest you tell me where the nearest one is, and make it fast.”

  “Christ, two miles north there is an area about the size of a football field.”

  “Perfect,” Alaric swings himself over the railing and drops to the ground, the moment his boots hit the grass he takes off running. “Stay here. They only want me,” he yells just as he disappears into the tree line.

  “Fuck that!” No way am I going to let that kid take on something like that alone.

  “Damn it, James!” Micah’s angry growl is the last thing I hear as I clear the trees.

  Even at top speed, I can barely keep up with the prophet, but I don’t have time to shift. The nightmarish sounds of barking and growling grow louder. I can feel the rest of the Horsemen closing in behind me. Whatever, at least the kid will have some back up. Once I clear the trees and step out into the open Alaric turns to face me, a look of alarm crosses his adolescent face.

  “What are you doing? I told you stay behind, you’re going to get yourselves killed!”

  The rest of the Horsemen join my side. “We’re a family kid, if we’re going to die we do it together. You know all for one and all that bullshit,” I say dryly.

  He scans the area before turning his attention back to me. “You’re Enforcers not Musketeers, but you’re right, we are family which is why I cannot allow you to endanger yourselves.” He tosses out his hand. A ball of white fire hits the ground a foot or so away from us. The five-foot flames spread to form a wide circle effectively trapping us.

  “James, get us out of this,” Cass growls.

  Being surrounded by fire is one of the worst positions for the wolf to be in since he draws his power from water. With a wave of my hand, I attempt to diminish the flames, but nothing happens. Next, I try to summon a fireball, but again, nothing.

  “My powers aren’t working.”

  “Neither are mine,” Adam stares back at me with wide eyes.

  “Great, we’re sitting ducks.” Cass runs his hands through his golden hair.

  I scan the area for the kid who, after tonight is going to find out what it’s like to be grounded. He’s standing about twenty yards away with his arms at his sides, feet braced apart. From the sounds of it, those dogs will be making an appearance any second. With one last glance in our direction, Alaric’s eyes change from brown to bright white. He takes a deep cleansing breath and then lifts his arms. The ground beneath his feet breaks apart and thrusts upwards about thirty feet. It looks like he’s standing on top of one of those rock formations you’d find out in Utah.

  Alaric tips his head back toward the heavens, bolts of colorful lighting zigzag across the sky, thunder rumbles loudly in the distance. Clouds begin to swirl and churn directly above his head as rain begins to fall in torrents. He then grabs his bow and readies a single golden arrow.

  Despite my anger, I have to admit that even though the kid traded in his cloak for a hoodie he looks like a seasoned warrior instead of a teenager. Unfortunately, that is the last rational thought I have, because in the next instance the biggest pack of beasts I have ever seen bursts into the open. Not only are these hounds as big as double decker buses, but they have menacing looking spikes that protrude from their heads and spines. Their sharp teeth and long claws are terrifying as well.

  “Holy Mary, mother of God,” Cass utters while making the sign of the cross.

  Yeah, my sentiments exactly, if there were ever a time to start praying it would be now.

  Alaric on the other hand doesn’t seem to have the same reservations about taking on the three hounds. He skillfully fires the single arrow straight into the eye of one of the beasts sending him to the ground. He then pulls his arm back and fires a gust of wind mixed with lighting toward the one on his right. The animal snarls as he tumbles head over ass into nearby trees. The third continues to charge toward the prophet, snapping his massive jaw as he goes.

  “Here boy, come and get me!” Alaric shouts at the top of his lungs.

  Great, he chooses this moment to become a smart-ass.

  Right before the animal reaches him, Alaric soars into the air, does a front flip over the beast and with a wave of his hand the earth shoots toward the sky giving him something to land on. Instead of a solitary perch, the earth ripples and sways like a wave of dirt that carries him further away from the demonic creatures. Because of his momentum, the hound ends up barreling through the formation of rocks before righting himself to once again charge in the opposite direction. A chuck of flesh falls off of the beast and instantly begins to decompose.

  “Why the hell didn’t I ever think of doing that?” Micah grumbles.

  My only response is to shake my head at my brother. I’m far too concerned for Alaric’s safety to comment on his lack of ingenuity. With my attention focused on the fight before me, I watch with a mixture of fear and pride as the prophet sends more lightning bolts at the charging animal. The effects only last a moment, but it’s long enough for the kid to circle around and fire off another arrow hitting his target dead on. Its body hits the ground and immediately starts to dissolve. The overwhelming aroma of rotting flesh makes my eyes water and my nostrils burn.

  Two down. One to go—

  “I think Gunnar finally has some competition,” Cass snickers.

  However, his merriment is short lived. The remaining beast lunges into the wave of dirt and rock, sending Alaric tumbling toward the ground. Instead of landing face first, he swan dives straight through the earth and disappears out of sight. Enraged, the hound begins to dig a hole where the kid vanished, his massive claws send clumps of dirt and rock flying in all directions.

  A loud whistle pierces thr
ough the snarls and furious barking. Somehow, the prophet managed to end up on the other-side of the field. Instead of using his bow, which he now has strewn across his shoulders, he is holding a battle sword complete with a gut hook. Moonlight reflects off of the wicked looking blade drawing attention to its razor like sharpness.

  With a resounding growl, the demon dog barrels toward Alaric at full speed. Instead of running in the opposite direction, the brave ass kid runs toward the towering monster. With a battle cry, he drops to his knees and slides along the slick grass and right underneath the hound. Raising his sword, he pierces the animal’s flesh and slices him open from bow to stern. Alaric gets to his feet just as the last of his opponents crashes to the ground.

  “Holy shit that was awesome!” Adam claps me on the back. “Did you fucking see that?”

  I release the breath I had been holding since the kid took off running. Jesus, the little shit almost gave me a heart attack. With a shit-eating grin on his face, Alaric tilts his head toward the sky. The raging storm dissipates by the time he reaches us.

  “Hey, kid, do you mind?” Cass points toward the burning ring of fire that still surrounds us.

  “Oh of course.” He snaps his fingers and instantly the blaze dies out.

  Just as I open my mouth to rip the kid a new one, every hair on my body stands at attention. Warning bells as loud as sirens go off in my brain. The sound of ominous laughter and clapping jolt me into battle mode.

  “I do hope I am not interrupting, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet the prophet,” the stranger tilts his head to the side, “and the mysterious Horseman. How exciting.”

  Fuck me. I know what an angel feels like, and that thing staring daggers at Alaric is no angel.

  Whatever it is, it stands around seven feet tall and even under its black cloak I can tell it as solid as a brick wall. Before I can even jolt myself into action, the kid drops his sword and goes for his bow. With lightning speed, he fires a shot straight for the demon’s heart.