Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
S creams and cries echoed and then were cut short.
Husky groans and labored breaths came from above me.
The fire blazed and burned all around me. Flames licked at the sky, contrasting the snow-covered hills.
Dark hazel pools above me blazed with lust and shone with calm concern.
Bloodied and singed bodies were strewn about at my feet, awkwardly positioned, not a movement from any of them.
The movement between my thighs rocked my body against the wooden floor at my back.
Rage-fueled tears and thick smoke caused my eyes to burn.
Kisses planted along my throat made my body crave the sweet surrender to the pleasure that lay beneath the surface.
Freshly spilled blood dripped from the sword that hung heavily in my grasp.
Both my hands balled into tight fists, locked in place above me.
My heart raced in my chest as I fell to my knees amongst the slaughtered villagers.
My heart raced in my chest as pleasure shot through my core.
The scream of anguish vibrated throughout what was left of my soul.
Gasping, the tidal force of emotions overwhelmed my body as the present chased back the past from my mind.
“Rook,” I moaned out his name. “Harder,” I breathlessly whispered, needing the physical reminders I was there with him in my living room.
He exhaled as he looked down at me, a lopsided smile. “There you are, love.”
My legs wrapped around his waist as my hips pressed up against him each time he rammed himself deeper into my body. He released my wrists, allowing my hands to land on the sides of his jaw and pull myself up to lock my mouth onto his hungrily.
The more I tasted of him, the more forceful his cock slammed into me. It got to a point where I couldn’t even kiss the shit out of the demon dicking me down, though not for a lack of trying.
Rook’s piercings ran along my tight walls, adding to the neediness in the moans forcing their way out of my throat. I tipped my head back, arching my back as everything began to tense inside of me.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” I shouted as my body teetered on the edge of oblivion. No sooner had I made the declaration, than the walls of my cunt clenched down around his thick cock. Trembling, I cursed out as my nails scratched at any part of him within reach as the intensity of ecstasy claimed my body. As my release struck, I could feel the blackness overtake my eyes, filling them with darkness and only leaving a small circle of white light in the center.
Instead of easing his movements to work me through my orgasm slowly, Rook grunted as he snapped his hips into me harder. Fucking me with a roughness that doubled down on my release as one orgasm blended into another. My body’s cum soaked every delicious inch of his metal-adorned cock, and my pussy continued its erratic spasms around him.
Panting wildly after, I blinked several times through the blissful haze.
He thrust his dick into me, burying himself fully to the hilt. Rook’s hand smoothed several strands of my lightly colored hair away from my face.
“You make the most beautiful fucking sounds when you come.”
With a playful grin, he clutched onto me before rolling us both over until he was on his back.
Straddling him while sitting on top of his hips, I smirked and rolled my hips against his length teasingly. His hands rested on my hips as my body grinded against him.
My hands rubbed over the front of his toned chest, currently rising and falling from that spectacular effort of claiming my pussy. “Good thing I’m not finished yet. Do you want to hear some more of how much I enjoy coming all over your cock?”
Rook groaned as my cunt remained tight around him. He just about choked on another delightful moan as my hand reached behind me to carefully handle his sack.
“Fuck yes, love,” he said as his hips pressed up into me.
Before I could show him how I planned to ride his cock, his hand reached up to capture the bottom of my chin. Stroking his thumb over my bottom lip he gave a warm smile. “Just one request.”
Lightly, I dragged my nails over his chest which still bore the red marks from my scratches moments ago. “Hmm, what is it?”
Rook smirked. “You let me make you one of my special peanut butter and jelly sandwiches after.”
My mouth drew the edge of his thumb into my mouth where I sucked on it slowly for a few seconds before releasing it.
“Deal.”
What on earth was that ungodly sound this early in the morning? I groaned and rolled over in my bed, yanking my pillow over my head. When the doorbell’s dings didn’t cease, I grew even more agitated while lying there on my stomach amongst the mass amount of pure white blankets and variously sized pillows.
Finally tossing the one pillow off my head to the floor, I pushed myself onto my elbows and shouted, “Christina! Christina! For the love of Lucifer, make that fucking noise stop!”
I glanced over at the space next to me in the king-sized bed, and finding it empty, I figured Rook saw himself out. In his stead, there was a small plate with another one of his specially made peanut butter and blackberry jelly sandwiches. The crust had been trimmed off, and it was cut into the rough shape of a star.
Feeling the rumbling in my stomach, it would be a lie if I said that another sweet and salty sammy didn’t elevate my mood slightly to see it left waiting there for me. The one he had made for me last night after we spent a couple of hours fucking had hit all the right spots. I suspected this one would do the same.
The doorbell stopped its incessant rings. Finally . Either whoever was at the door left or dropped dead, or my human helper finally did her damn job. Secretly, I hoped there was a corpse on my front stoop. However, Christina’s lack of screaming wasn’t promising.
Grabbing one of the many other pillows in bed with me, I curled up with it and got comfortable. “Mmm,” I let out a contented moan. Not even two minutes after I was prepared to doze off again, there was a timid knock at my door.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Christina’s delicate voice quietly spoke, the fear of being on the wrong end of my mood very clear.
“Miss Ward? I’m so sorry to disturb you.” Her words were rushed, perhaps in fear of my reaction to her interruption of my beauty sleep.
Not bothering to open my eyes, I cut her off. “Then, why did you?” My tone was flat with the slumber I tried to embrace.
She cleared her throat, trying to sound sure of the words she was about to speak. “Um, you have a guest. Miss Zorah is waiting for you downstairs. She said she knows what you did last night and wants answers.”
Since when did Z know about my late-night activities—or even care for that matter? Rolling onto my back with a sigh, I opened my eyes and looked over to see Christina, barely hovering in the small gap between the door and its frame. A dark blue turtleneck sweater covered her throat, a shift from the typical scoop-neck tees she usually wore.
“It’s too fucking early for this,” I grumbled to myself while rubbing my eyes. “Tell her I will be right down.”
My little helper quickly nodded and pulled the door closed as she left.
I dragged myself out of bed, wishing Z would have given it a few more hours before showing up here. Instead of sauntering downstairs completely nude, I wrapped a scarlet silk robe around me. Several minutes later, with my blonde and raven locks piled high on top of my head, I came downstairs, munching on Rook’s parting gift.
Zorah paced at the bottom of the stairs, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Before my bare foot hit the last step, she rushed over to me. Her unlaced combat boots thudded against the floor, and her black and gray plaid skirt swayed around her hips as she approached. “Lee-Lee!”
Her inky black hair was cut short, only reaching the bottom of her chin, and styled in loose beach waves that swayed with her approach. Z’s brown eyes were wider than they should have been for this time of morning.
Sucking the last smudge of peanut butter from my fingertip, I looked at my best friend, not hiding the exhaustion from my face.
“You couldn’t have let me sleep in longer before coming over here?” I asked, wondering what was going through her mind.
She shook her head before linking her arm through mine and walking me to the kitchen, hopefully to acquire some caffeine. “I waited as long as I could. I’ve been up for hours. What the hell happened with your date last night? I just got all these bizarre feelings. Super intense ones like anxiousness and fear, then calm, rage, and…” She giggled with a smile.
Her deathly pale cheeks turned a rosy pink. “So. Much. Sex. I had to booty call ten different girls on my list to see who could come over quickest.”
Raising a brow, this was all new to me. Never before had Z been able to sense my emotions, not like this anyway. She could tell when I was in a bad mood and needed cheering up while talking to me, just like any other friend. This reached far beyond that intuition.
Before I could even explain how she managed to peg each of my emotions from last night, we were greeted by a hell of a sight in the middle of the kitchen.
With his back to us and bare-assed, an apron hung from Rook’s neck, loosely tied around his waist. Seeing each flex of the muscles of his ass move as he listened to music playing in the kitchen proved to be a welcomed distraction.
Leaning toward Zorah, I whispered, “So. Much. Fucking. Sex.”
Rook turned with a spatula in one hand and a plate of chocolate pancakes in the other. Roguishly he grinned at me, but it fell immediately as his eyes shifted to Z.
“Z, this is Ro—” I began my introduction.
The shrillness of Zorah’s voice cut through the air. “ROOK?! What the fuck are you doing here?!”
Startled at her sudden outburst, my arm fell from hers as I stared at them both.
The normally chatty trickster standing there nearly naked appeared to come down with a sudden case of laryngitis. “I, uh…”
Zorah turned to face me, her shell-shocked expression and emotions running wild over her features. “Please tell me you didn’t… oh, fuck, you totally did. I’m going to be sick.” She doubled over with one hand on her stomach and the other on her forehead.
I placed a hand on her back, completely baffled by both of their reactions.
It seemed completely out of character for Z to be damn near dry heaving over a mostly naked man. Her preferences were strictly relegated to females, but I’d never seen her nearly ill when casting her look on the opposite sex before.
Rook slowly put the stack of pancakes down on the center island, awkwardly shuffling behind it so that my view of him from the waist down was blocked.
“Love, I can explain,” he started, but Z flipped herself back upright after several cleansing breaths.
She stared me down while pointing her finger in Rook’s direction. “You let him fuck you, Lee-Lee?” Her dark brows creased together.
Blinking a few times, I didn’t see the need to deny it and just shrugged at her.
“Lee-Lee?” Rook questioned as he looked at my friend. “ This is Lee-Lee? Kinley ?”
Rolling her eyes, Z tossed her hands up in the air in exasperation. “Yes, Rook! Kin-LEE is Lee-Lee.”
There was not nearly enough coffee in my body after last night’s ongoing activities to sort through whatever these two were going on about. I stepped over to the espresso machine and began preparing myself a latte.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Zorah stepping up to the center island and placing one hand on her hip with the other on the edge of the counter. Her eyes were practically white hot as she stared at me. “Do you even know what his,” she made a ridiculous jacking-off motion with wiggling fingers, “you know, his… deposit , does?”
The visual made me giggle and that only made Z scowl more.
With a steaming and excessively caffeinated latte in my hand, I took a careful first sip before responding to her. “Yes, and he already knows I’m not happy about him stalking me via demon cum. Why do you give a shit?”
She shuddered and shook her head. “Lee,” she strained to keep her tone even. “Because it impacts me. Chuckles over here can now track you, but this fully explains why I can sense all your feelings. Because you—because he—and—gah!”
Odd, because I was still in the dark about everything she was bent out of shape over. I blew on my beverage to try and cool it down some more.
Zorah rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you how many times that I have a jackass of a twin brother?” She raised both brows at me, waiting for the figurative light to turn on above my head. When it didn’t, she continued the explanation. “An unfortunate side effect of our twin connection is that when he fucking leaves a piece of himself behind, the connection is shared with me—emotionally.” She glared at Rook for his part in all of this.
Oh. I looked at Rook and then at her. Now that she mentioned it, there was a bit of a resemblance there between them. “Z, how was I supposed to know?” Not that it would have made a difference if I had.
Finally, trying to smooth things over, Rook looked at his sister. “Zorah-bug, these things…happen.”
“Don’t fucking Zorah-bug me,” she grumbled and reached for the pancake on top of the stack before her.
Rook grimaced and raised his hand, stuttering as his sister prepared to take a bite out of it.
Noticing the panicked expression on her twin’s face, Z paused and glanced between him and the fluffy flapjack. “Are these…?”
He nodded. “Rookcakes.”
With disgust on her face, she immediately released the chocolate pancake, and it landed on the counter with a light flop.
I reached over and snagged the dropped breakfast food and indiscriminately took a bite.
“I can’t with either of you right now.” Zorah shook her head as she turned to leave the kitchen, shouting on her way out, “I’ll call you later, Lee-Lee!”
Shrugging, I looked over at Rook and grinned. “Rookcakes?”
He smiled proudly. “Same secret ingredient as my PB and J sandwiches. A little bit of me in every bite.”
Looking at the half-eaten chocolate pancake in my hand and remembering the blackberry jelly on his sandwiches, it finally clicked. His goddamn black demon jizz.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Rook!” I tossed his fucking Rookcake at him.