Devour (Twisted Metamorphosis #1)

Chapter Six

“And where do you want to be, Camden?” I asked, leaning forward on the table and clasping my hands together. Camden looked like he was lost in his mind again, and I studied his eyes, trying to decipher what he was thinking about. The moment Camden’s eyes met mine again, I knew I had him right where I wanted him.

“Um…right. Yeah, yes. Right where I’m at now,” Camden stumbled over his words, forcing himself to sit back up straight in his chair and scoop more refried beans in his mouth.

“Right here? In my office?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow and resting my chin in my hand. I held his gaze, watching his eyes. He struggles to hold a gaze when he feels cornered. That’s not uncommon, but watching how his eyes responded to certain triggering questions was answering more than he was.

“Ever since I saw a press conference where you helped the FBI catch David Hatch, the man that was trying to recreate Ted Bundy’s murders, I’ve known where I wanted to be,” he replied, purposefully avoiding eye contact.

“Ah, yes. I remember that case. Nine years ago next June.” I took a sip of my soda, my mind sorting through all the various details. I remember this case, every single little thing about it; I didn’t even need a file, but I knew Camden would probably like to see it. “Hatch started his killings in Washington state, before moving south to Oregon.”

I stood from the table and walked toward my file cabinets in the corner of the room. Just like I knew he would, he stood and followed me, standing by my side as I sifted through a drawer of solved case files.

“Ah, here it is. You are free to look through it if you’re interested. Doctor Patient Confidentiality is out the door when you’re a dead serial killer.” I handed him the file, and his eyes lit up. “Here, sit.” I offered him one of the plush, cream-colored armchairs on the other side of my desk. Turning the matching one to face him, I sat and crossed my legs demurely, adjusting my pencil skirt.

“I remember how his first victim lived in a basement apartment, and he bludgeoned her with a rod from her bed frame. Just like Bundy did with the student dancer,” Camden said, not taking his eyes off of the file.

Camden flipped through the various crime scene photos. Even from this distance, I could see how bloody the poor girl was. She was hit so hard with that metal rod that she had brain matter splattered on the other side of the room. The cast off from Hatch’s upswings left a spray of blood on the ceiling and flung it back so far, it reached the farthest wall in her tiny studio apartment.

My eyes stayed on Camden’s, even though he was engrossed in the file. I couldn’t help but wonder how delicious he tastes. The desire to trail my tongue from his collarbone up his neck to his ear… Would he tremble for me? Would my tongue leave behind a trail of goosebumps?

Camden and I both shifted in our seats simultaneously; my evident arousal dampened my thin lace thong under my skirt, making me desperate for friction. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, trying not to groan at the pain. The moment the coppery taste of blood hit my tongue, my heart started to race, overwhelmed with need.

“So, Agent. Tell me what you see,” I hardly sounded like myself and he noticed. A half-arched eyebrow popped up over the folder before he lowered it to meet my gaze.

Suddenly, the file was tossed on the floor, and I was straddling Camden’s lap. His strong hands pushed my pencil skirt up to my hips, his fingertips digging into ass as he pulled my pussy onto his lap. His hard cock in his slacks was the perfect path for my slit to slide on, as my hips rocked on his lap. The tip of his cock was in just the right position, rubbing and pressing on my clit as I chased my own pleasure on his length.

My fingers found the opening of his button up shirt, forcing it open. Buttons popped off in various directions, and he groaned as the skin of my palms found his chest.

“Doctor…”

Pulling his shirt down past his shoulders, I held it in place, trapping his arms. His big, strong hands gripped my thighs as he tried to move, but he couldn’t. His hips pressed up into me as I continued grinding on his cock while his breathing started to become ragged, starved. Dark, hooded eyes found mine, pleading and desperate. Leaning into the crook of his neck, I licked that trail I wanted to, starting at his collarbone, up the side of his thick neck to the bottom of his earlobe. His salty arousal seeping through his pores triggered something feral in my brain.

“You taste just like I imagined, Camden.”

He tossed his head back, groaning in pleasure as I bit down hard on the skin underneath his ear. His still stiffening erection pressing relentlessly on my clit had my own orgasm building in my core. His fingertips dug into my thighs as I slowly released him from my teeth.

“God, you're such a good boy for me,” I moaned, tracing my bite mark on his neck with the tip of my tongue, causing his body to tremble.

“Doctor…”

“Shh,” I cooed as I sat up tall, releasing his shirt so I could undo his belt. “Stay still for me.”

Gripping his leather belt in one hand, I pulled it through all his belt loops until it was fully off of his pants. With my free hand, I reached to his hip where his gun was now unholstered, and dropped it to the floor over the arm of the chair. Camden began sliding his hands further up my thighs to my hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my lacy thong. As he began to tug at the lace, I wrapped his belt around the back of his neck, holding both ends in one hand, tugging his neck forward.

“I didn’t say you could take those off, now did I?” I said through clenched teeth as his eyes darkened.

“No, Doctor,” he panted breathlessly.

“Now, what you’re going to do is stay still while I get ready for you to fuck me. Do you understand?” I purred, pulling harder on the makeshift collar.

“Yes, Doctor,” Camden groaned, ending in a whisper.

Letting the belt hang around his neck, I slid my palms down his bare chest, tracing every dip and curve of his muscles while planting soft kisses and leaving behind hints of lipstick. Sliding myself off his lap, but staying in between his legs, I continued to trail kisses down his abs and looked up to lock eyes as my chin reached the waistband of his slacks.

Staying perfectly still, I smiled up at him as my hand gripped his impressive length over his pants. His body trembled as I bit down on his cock ever so slightly over his pants, dragging my teeth down his length until reaching the base. I could taste hints of my arousal starting to soak into the fabric of his slacks.

“So perfect,” I whispered, releasing him from my mouth so I could unbutton and unzip his slacks. “Lift your hips, Camden.”

He obeyed, and I hooked my fingers in his waistband at either side of his hips, forcing his slacks down to his knees. His erection sprung free, already dripping with precome, making my mouth water.

“Don’t move. I don’t want to see you touch yourself.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Standing to my full height in front of him, his obedient eyes never left mine as I began to unbutton my black blouse, torturously slow. Slowly removing my arms from the sleeves, I let the silky fabric fall to my feet, revealing a sheer black bra. Camden’s dark eyes gazed upon my breasts; my aching nipples stiffened to peaks and begged to be touched.

Reaching to the small of my back, my fingertips found the zipper of my skirt, and I tugged it down, letting the fabric join my blouse on the floor to reveal a matching sheer thong. Stepping out of the fabric at my feet and a few steps back toward Camden, I leaned forward, bracing myself on the arms of the chair so our lips were a breath’s length away from touching.

“Are you hungry, Camden?” I asked. The tip of my tongue traced his bottom lip as my hand gripped his hard cock, stroking up and down his shaft.

“Fucking starving, Doctor,” Camden groaned as he disobeyed me, pulling me onto his lap and tearing my thong to the side.

Releasing his cock, I gripped one end of the belt around his neck, looping the other around and pulling it tight with both hands.

“That’s it. Show me. Show me how starved you are, and then take what you fucking want. Take me.” I groaned as he forced my hips down, impaling me with his cock in one swift motion.

I screamed out in pleasure as his hungry, punishing thrusts ravaged my body, and—

“...the cast off pattern here looks different from the others.” Camden said, as he flipped back and forth through two different photos.

“How so?” I asked, masking my arousal. Trying to keep my composure and ignoring my now wet thong is proving to be a challenge.

Standing from my chair to stretch, my eyes found a small little wet spot on the seat and I scooped my hands behind my ass to smooth out my skirt. My fingertips found a matching wet spot on my skirt and I smirked to myself. I took a brief moment to walk behind my desk and look out the window. Focusing on the breeze rustling through the trees has always helped when I needed to put my mask of professionalism back on.

Guess I’m the one who’s starved.

“You need to get your shit together,and stop fantasizing about this rookie agent! He’ll ruin everything!” my darkness scolded, and I scoffed, shaking my head in irritation. She was sitting at one of the chairs at the table where we ate, watching my every move.

Camden stood from the armchair, joining me at the window. The file was open and draped across his left forearm, and his right hand was still flipping back and forth between two views of the blood splatter images.

“This passive cast off here, in the first photo…” Camden’s finger followed the streaks of blood, arching up to the ceiling and toward the back wall. “These were done by Hatch. They are consistent with his height and the length of the pole he used to bludgeon the victim.”

“Yes, Hatch was six foot three. The victim was lying here,” I said, pointing to an image on the other side of the folder cradled in his left arm. “She was lying on the floor, curled up trying to protect herself, so we knew she wasn’t sitting or standing.”

I could see Camden’s wheels turning in his mind and I was wondering how long it would take him to realize—

“There were two of them bludgeoning her,” Camden said matter-of-factly, interrupting my thought. A swell of pride formed in my core as I crossed my arms over my chest, ready to test his theory.

“Prove it,” I challenged. Without hesitation, he turned away from the window and placed the folder down on my desk.

“Here, Doctor. This photo, here.” Camden handed me one of the more zoomed out images showing the blood splatter trails across the ceiling. “This cast off is from Hatch’s upswing after striking the victim. Each one is curvilinear and has this arch shape.” Camden’s pointer finger traced four arching trails of blood on the wall, ceiling, and another wall. “This tells me he swung the murder weapon at least four times over his head or his shoulder. Especially since the cast off is on the wall behind where the attacker would be standing.”

“Yes, Camden. This isn’t new information,” I challenged.

“But this, here, this cast off is inconsistent. The angle and shape of the arch is way off,” Camden said, pointing to the next photo. “This photo tells me that either Hatch was on his knees while beating her, or someone else took a turn. Someone shorter, possibly eight to ten inches shorter than him.”

“The FBI arrested a woman named Madeline Klein. She was obsessed with Hatch and his online blog, where he claimed to be the reincarnation of Ted Bundy. She was there and helped Hatch break into her apartment while posing as someone in trouble. The neighbors told us that they heard Madeline say that three men were following her while walking down the street, so she turned into this apartment complex and picked a door where she could see the lights on.”

Camden’s eyes met mine, as if he was searching for validation. I could see his overactive mind starting to form doubts, and that wouldn’t do at all.

“Very good, Agent. It took us a week to realize we had two unsubs with this first murder.” Camden’s breathing hitched and his pupils dilated slightly as he absorbed my praise, and a shy smile formed on his lips. “You managed to figure it out in minutes. Looks like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”

Closing the file on my desk, I scooped it up and placed it back in its place in my file cabinet.

“Shall we clear the table and then begin your session now that we’re fed and our minds are in work mode?” I asked, winking over my shoulder as I made my way back to the table. “We have about an hour before we need to head to Portsmouth.”

“Yes, of course,” Camden said with a sexy smile.

“Very good. I’m going to freshen up in the restroom, then we can get started. I want to make sure you have time to write up your first report for Jacobs,” I said with a smile.

“Yes, of course. I’ll get my notebook set up. Take your time,” he replied with an almost sad smile.

“He’s exhausted,” my darkness said, standing from her chair and walking toward the restroom.

With a nod in Camden’s direction, I turned to follow her. Closing and locking the door behind me, I stopped to lean against the closed door.

“I’m still not sure I like your idea of bringing him on board,” she said, sitting on the chair at the vanity.

“It will take planning. I’m not going to jump into it right away,” I sighed, forcing myself to move away from the door. The cool tile floor underneath my pantyhose covered feet helped ground me back into reality. “I know he’s the one. I can feel it.”

“We don’t need anyone! What we need is to handle the situation in the Sanctuary,” she reminded me sternly, leaning back in the chair and tapping her fingertip on the vanity counter.

“I know. The FBI already found Connor’s body and Grace’s blood at the diner. Things are on track as they should be.” Grabbing a tissue from the sink’s counter, I dabbed at the inner corners of my eyes. “Thomas will die tonight and I will dispose of the…leftovers.”

“Don’t forget we need to clean and sanitize the Sanctuary and—”

“I’m well aware of my own process,” I interrupted. “I don’t get caught! I know how to cover my tracks!” I hissed through clench teeth.

“Just making sure your priorities are where they need to be, since you are clearly distracted!” she said, nodding her head toward the door. “Don’t fuck this up for us.”

Just like that, she was gone, leaving me standing alone in the restroom. She wasn’t wrong, though. I needed to make sure my priorities were straight. I’ve already had a moment of weakness, bringing my snack to work. Taking a grounding, deep breath, I closed my eyes and decided to make a mental checklist before returning to Camden.

Alright, after this session with Camden, I need to go to the Sanctuary. I’ve already taken care of Grace and Connor, and Thomas needs to be prepped to be exsanguinated and harvested. He’s had enough time in the Sanctuary with his dead son. I’ve already had him for eight days, and I have no use for him anymore.

I hope he has some decent meat on his bones and healthy organs. His worthless son had lovely thigh meat that will make an excellent meal; and his lovely assistant? I'm thinking kidney. I guess I’ll have to wait to see if the new wine I’ve acquired pairs well with, say, a set of lungs? Yes, Thomas’ lungs would do nicely.

With a sigh, I stood tall and looked into my own eyes in the mirror.

“Time to get back to work.”