After Sunset

by Nicole Renee

  “Together,” she repeated happily, tears in her eyes.

  Zahir gave a joyous laugh before covering her lips with his own.

  She moaned into the kiss and gripped him tighter when he pulled back for breath.

  “Zahir?” she questioned, breathless from the way he moved his lips against her skin.

  “Hmm?” He said distractedly as his mouth ran up and down her neck.

  “I have a request.”

  “Anything,” he answered staring back into her starry gaze.

  “I want you,” she said boldly, eyes alight with desire, and need.

  “What happened over here?” Amara asked, yawning hugely.

  They were currently in front of Talon’s bar for the second time in less than a week, and the seer didn’t know what to think.

  “My guys-”

  “Dash and Alexei?” she questioned.

  Javier looked over at her as if she’d sprouted two heads.

  Amara rolled her eyes before answering his unspoken question. “You told me from the incident last week. I did not dream that” she said sarcastically. Javier nodded before clearing his throat. He knew seers rarely hung out in circles they did not specifically choose, and because they pretty much knew what you were going to say before you said it, he erred on the side of being quiet.

  “Right. Anyway, they said that a couple of duals had been killed in the back of her bar. Talon, the owner-”

  “The woman I met last week-”

  “Yeah. She’s closing shop until this is handled. She hates having to see dead bodies near her garbage can.”

  “I’m sure she does. Where is Talon now?”

  “At home. Her managers are here. They said if you want to talk with her just call.” Amara wouldn’t need to speak with her. “Have the families been notified?”

  “Yes. But now we have the distinct pleasure of trying to figure out where the attacks are coming from.”

  Apart from running his own bar, Javier was the enforcer of their own laws. He was very much seen as the Sheriff in their area, so he would have to handle all of this.

  “You mean which creature?” Amara asked.

  “No, I specifically mean the location. Talon thinks that they have some hub they are coming out of.”

  Amara waved her hand over the area, could feel the evil presence the closer she got to the garbage section. Amara’s hand touched the wall and was instantly transported to hours before.

  The last body dropped on the ground before the short, fat demon wiped his mouth. The other minions were about to pounce on their meal when Davien appeared. He looked at the dead bodies in concern before snapping at the creatures. They fell to their knees.

  “What have you done?” he roared.

  The trio looked between one another before the short one spoke. “We are obeying your orders. You said to do as we pleased.”

  Damien wouldn’t tell them that he called them all back days ago. The control he thought he had was suddenly slipping. Clearing his throat he told them to leave, he would deal with the cleanup. As soon as they disappeared he called out to Raven.

  He was leaned against the back door looking almost bored. “You rang?”

  Pointing to the ground, Davien sneered at him. “You gave me authority over them. They were to follow my instruction. How are they overriding my command?”

  “Because I told them to disobey,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Besides, I could tell that you were getting weak. They can sense that, you know.”

  “I have it all under control!”

  Davien’s head snapped back when the dark prince was hovering over his form suddenly, snapping his teeth at him.

  “You know nothing, boy. You are playing king when in reality you’re nothing more than a spoiled brat. You needed to call on me in order to make it happen!” By the end, saliva was dripping out of his mouth and onto his chest.

  He placed his clawed hand around Davien’s neck. “You wanted to lead? This is what you must do. You want men to fall in line to worship you? You have to instill fear in the duals, especially the ones following Zahir.” Just as quickly he released his neck.

  Davien gasped for breath, glaring up at Raven with hate, but knew there was nothing he could do about it.

  “Time’s a ticking Davien. You have a mission to finish.”

  Amara blinked as soon as Raven disappeared from the scene in her vision, leaving Davien, who fled the scene seconds later. She glanced around, making sure no one noticed her shaken demeanor, and started walking towards Javier. She tapped him on the shoulder, trying to get his attention from the two men standing in front of him.

  “Yeah?” he said after excusing himself.

  Amara pulled him inside and looked around. Spotting Talon’s office, she entered and shut the door. She raised her hand and moved it over the door, a pink glass-like shield appeared, covering the wooden door.

  “You needed to say something important I take?” Javier said.

  Amara stepped closer to him. “You could say that. The murders. The ones that happened out back? I know who is responsible.”

  “Davien,” Javier said.

  She placed her hand on his arm. “In the beginning, yes. Now, not so much. Davien has become a slave to Raven. He’s the one running this show. From what I could see, Davien is now being ordered to fulfill some request made by Raven. Davien pulled back on the demons running around, but Raven overruled. That is what resulted in the murder tonight.”

  Javier leaned back against Talon’s desk before crossing his arms over his chest. His face showed surprise and a bit of concern.

  “He’s trying to instill fear in the duals so they end up following Davien. The more terror, the more the people would look for someone to protect them,” Amara said.

  He shared a look with her before pulling out his phone. “I need to call Akachi. See what’s going on.”

  20

  I want you.

  That was all Zahir could hear on repeat. That this lovely woman, a Shahar, sunrise, wanted him was a humbling experience. Zahir ran his hands up and down her back before leaning over and kissing her once, twice, three times before pulling away. Her puckered, swollen lips and flushed skin called to him like no other.

  “Are you sure?” gritting out. He knew that once he started, the chances of him stopping would be highly unlikely.

  She gave a slight nod before standing on her toes and returning his kiss with one of her own. “I am sure,” she breathed out stepping closer to the circle of his arms.

  Zahir didn’t know if it was the look she gave, the way she bit her lip, or her soft body pressed into his own, but all of his control vanished, and with it came a need to possess her.

  Fully.

  Walking her back until the back of her knees hit the bed, Zahir began to unbutton the front of her dress. She sighed and held her arms out when he pulled the form-fitting dress past her shoulders. When it opened to her waist, she shimmied out of it, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. And what a sight it was.

  “God,” was all he could say.

  Zahir always knew that Winny had curves. The way she wore jeans left little to the imagination of how she was shaped. But seeing her in barely-there scraps of undergarments that ghosted as panties and a bra, properly showcased how curvaceous she was. The transparent red lace bra seemed barely capable of holding her breasts. The chocolate brown skin looked to be of the finest chocolate cake, her areolas serving as the fudge topping. Her wide hips stretched the matching underwear, and the colors contrasted perfectly with her skin. He ran his eyes down a soft stomach, thick long thighs and pretty feet also painted the same shade of siren red.

  “You are a vision,” he confessed, watching as she seemed to blossom under his praise. He made a mental note to tell her every day of his life. The woman was a treasure and it would be his honor, no pleasure, to show her daily why she was so perfect for him.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “But I believe it’s my turn now. You’r
e wearing too many clothes,” she quipped.

  He laughed lightly before holding his arms out. “I am nothing if not an equal opportunist,” he joked, causing her to giggle.

  Winny ran her hands around the hem of his dress shirt before inching it over his body.

  When she got to his shoulders, she stood on her toes once more, pulling as much as she could before he shucked it off the rest of the way. She gasped openly at the stretch of the satin midnight colored skin. She placed kiss after kiss on his chest and down his sternum, insanely pleased to hear Zahir’s groans of pleasure as her lips continued traveling south towards his pants. Two minutes later of unbuttoning, unbelting, and unzipping, Zahir’s pants fell to his feet. Like her, he stepped out of them, and toed off his shoes leaving him in his underwear.

  “Holy mother of God,” she breathed.

  It wasn’t the strong thighs that stretched the white boxer briefs that made her moan aloud. It was what was straining inside. Winny wasn’t typically a bold woman. Her relationships in the past were very conservative. Before Zahir, she had only been with two men, and only one of the relationships had been sexual. It lasted almost a year, but it wasn’t anything to write home about.

  When he broke up with her because of a job in New York, she had no reaction. It was a warm, comfortable feeling with him, very predictable. Especially sex. At one point, she had started to think that maybe she was an asexual person.

  Until Zahir.

  The man had her thinking of all sorts of depraved sexual acts she’d love to try, and Winny was glad that it was starting tonight.

  Kneeling at his feet, she pulled off his underwear, but his hands on her shoulders made her pause. She glanced up at him, after taking a good, hard look at his manhood.

  “Winny, wait for a second,” he gasped out. “You don’t have to- god,” he muttered as Winny grabbed and stroked his shaft.

  Winny grinned up at him wickedly before running her hand firmly up and down his generous length. “I know I don’t have to, Zahir. But I want to,” she said huskily.

  Eyes locked on his, Winny opened her mouth and sucked on his tip. Zahir was torn. He wanted so back to keep eye contact with the minx, but he also needed to throw his head back. He didn’t have an internal debate for long because his body chose for him.

  Winny exhaled before lowering her mouth inch, by blessed inch, causing Zahir’s eyes to roll in the back of his head as his hands gripped her thick hair. Winny moaned, causing the vibrations to shoot through his entire body.

  The mouth on this woman will surely kill me, he thought absently. While one hand went from stroking what wasn’t in her mouth, to caressing his balls, her other hand moved up and down his tight abs. She moaned throatily when he tensed and thrust shallowly into her mouth. She pulled back, kissing the tip before sucking on it like a lollipop.

  What was she, a professional?

  Zahir pulled gently, but firmly on her hair causing her to remove her mouth from his sensitive member once more.

  “Winny, if you keep going, I’m going to finish. And I want to be inside of you when that happens,” he professed.

  His eyes were closed as he spoke, and Winny slowly rose to her feet before bringing his head forward. “Zahir, don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you. Especially now that I know who you really are.”

  Zahir shook his head.” If I open my eyes, I’m afraid of what I’ll see. How the dual part of me will react. And that’s never happened to me before.”

  Winny frowned at that. “You’ve had sex before,” she stated.

  The way he manhandled her body almost a week ago was proof enough that he was familiar with female anatomy. Plus, he was over a thousand years old. She highly doubted the man was a virgin. She watched as he took several deep breaths before confessing.

  “Yes, I have. But I’ve never lost control before.”

  It should’ve bothered Winny how stupidly pleased she was about his confession, but it did. She kissed across his chest, up to his neck, nibbled a bit at his ear, all while stroking his heavy, thick shaft, which only got harder with each stroke.

  “Zahir,” she whispered into his ear. “I don’t want you to have control with me. I want it all. And I want it now,” she said seductively. Her eyes flashed, and her skin came alive from his firm grip on her hips.

  But when his eyes snapped open, and he hissed at her challenge, Winny knew she was in for the ride of her life. She knew her words penetrated his dual side because suddenly she was flat on her back, with a two-hundred and eighty pounds of a muscled man hovering over her.

  His voice deepened before it took on a hypnotic cadence. “If you want all of me

  Winny, then that is what you will have,” he finished before ripping off her underwear with one swipe.

  She gasped as his fingers quickly got rid of her bra, shredding the fabric into nothing. He kissed her deeply, causing her to arch into his body, one shapely leg wrapped around his waist.

  He pulled back, locking eyes with her, he issued a stern command. “Do not move,” he hissed out.

  Winny was stunned to find herself frozen in place. The invisible chains he locked her in surprised and excited her. She’d never thought that was possible. To be fair, she never thought this other world was possible until about a week ago. Winny made a mental note to ask Zahir about it later. She had a feeling it would make for some interesting times in the future. Her arms and legs suddenly felt like lead and she watched him settle his body on top of hers. It was strange. To feel pressure but not be able to move. The weight felt absolutely wonderful, and she wanted to clutch and scratch his back but found herself unable to fix it. It was thrilling torture, and Winny noticed that he seemed very pleased with himself.

  “I like to see you like this. Spread out for me, and at my mercy. For my eyes only. No one will ever have you, Winny, as you are mine. Say it,” he commanded.

  “Make me,” she said defiance in her voice.

  His dual nature grinned wickedly at the dare and he continued to slide down her body. He paused at her breasts, lifting them both in his hands before pressing them together and sucking on both of her nipples at the same time. She moaned aloud in shock, feeling the pleasure build in her, but frustrated that she couldn’t arch into his caresses. He didn’t stay long before moving his kisses lower, stopping to place several kisses and licks against each hip and at the apex of her thighs.

  She tried to squirm as he spread her legs even wider but knew it would be no use. He spread her lower lips, humming at the state of her soaking wet core. Leaning forward he gave her clit a swift lick causing her to cry out at the toe-curling bliss he was bringing forth from her body.

  “Zahir,” she gasped out, but he wasn’t listening.

  The man was on a mission. He continued licking and sucking on her clit and she knew then that he hypnotized her on purpose. He wanted her unable to escape the joie de vivre he caused. Zahir moved his mouth lower circling her center before sliding his tongue inside of her warm, tight channel. Winny screamed when his tongue hit a certain spot and she begged to be able to move.

  That was when she found out that Zahir was a stubborn man.

  Ignoring her wishes, he moved his tongue from center to clit, circling and nibbling before starting all over again. It wasn’t until she thought she was going to scream bloody murder, did the man pull away. Mouth wet from her own body, he slowly slithered up her body until he captured her lips in another possessive kiss.

  He pulled away leaving her breathless, and when his eyes rose to hers he slid his hands over her legs. “Wrap yourself around me,” he directed.

  Winny could’ve cried in relief as her trembling legs wrapped around his narrow waist. She clawed at his back, and her toes curled. Her body was reacted in a delayed motion, and her heart was racing so fast she thought it would come out of her chest.

  She gripped the satin skin draped over steel and pulled at his ear. “I want you inside of me, Zahir. Now,” she voiced.

  He grunt
ed before lining himself up to her entrance. Slow, but firm, he entered her cautiously. She felt him completely filling her up, and she winced at the slight stretch his shaft forced her to make. She ran her hand over the back of his neck, caressing the baby soft hair that rested on his head. She hadn’t realized he paused when she felt his kiss on her forehead.

  Struggling to stay still he forced out a reply. “Are you alright, Winny?”

  She nodded before squeezing him tighter, causing the two of them to groan out in shock and pleasure.

  “Yes. You can move,” she directed.

  He waited several more seconds before pulling out and driving back in her. Each thrust was deeper than the last, and if Winny thought she felt pleasure before, it was nothing compared to what she felt now. It was embarrassing how she couldn’t keep her mouth closed and shouts from leaving her. His hands moved over every square inch of her body and it felt like electricity was running through her veins. Zahir moved her right leg higher and he moved impossibly deeper inside of her. Winny almost screamed in his ear at the way he rubbed against her spot.

  “Zahir, I can’t, it’s too much I- Zahir!” her scream echoed off the walls as she came on his manhood. She felt the moisture dripping out of her body, lubricating his thrusts, even more, giving them both pleasure. She started to feel sensitive when the man kept thrusting, and by the way, his body tensed she knew he was close to coming as well.

  His movements picked up speed and when his eyes flashed back open, his eyes, if possible, an even darker black uttered her name as if in prayer. “Winny,” he said before stilling and roaring out his own release.

  He moved jerkily, as he was coming down from his own high and lowered himself slowly onto her body. Their now sweat slickened bodies clung together, as they both tried to catch their breaths.

  It took Winny a bit longer than Zahir, but when she struggled to raise her eyes to his she found them still completely black.

  “Zahir?” and as soon as she said his name, she felt him harden inside of her, again, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “Again?” she questioned, incredulity in her voice.