8. Adrenaline #2
She skidded to a stop, falling on her ass as she slid into a masked Reaper who had fallen on top of her.
Deja scrambled on the ground as the Reaper grabbed her.
She grasped at anything until she grabbed a rock and, turning over, smashed the rock into the Reaper’s face.
Crawling on her hands and knees, she looked for Keith’s body until she saw him coughing on the ground.
“Keith!” she panicked, crawling towards him. “Are you okay?! Please tell-”
“I’m fine, baby girl,” Keith coughed, trying to see through the dust. Grabbing his face between her hands, Deja searched for any major wounds before her hands explored his body for any wounds or blood.
She heard groaning behind her and spun around on her knees to see a disoriented Ian struggling with two Reapers. Without thinking twice, she grabbed a broken metal pole lying on the ground and swung so hard that she spun as she smacked one of the Reapers.
As Ian mounted the other Reaper, slicing his throat, Deja violently smashed the pole into the second Reaper.
She grunted loudly, swinging again until his face caved in and his blood splattered her clothes.
Her fingers were tingling. Her arms were on fire.
Her heart was pumping furiously. Her head pounding as she smashed the Reaper repeatedly, releasing an angry cry.
Before she could swing again, Keith grabbed the pole as he pulled her back, flushed against his chest. “Easy, baby girl. You got him,” Keith chuckled as he kissed her temple, trying to calm her down.
Deja struggled to catch her breath as she saw Caleb running towards her. “Holy shit!” Caleb said, taking her into his arms. “Baby, what is wrong with you!? Who runs into a fucking explosive zone like that? Are you crazy?”
“Crazy as a Reaper,” Keith grinned, staring down at the bloodied Reaper Deja had brutalized. “Goddamn, she broke his skull. Is that his brain? Bloody Roselyn- I am so fucking hard right now.”
“Unnecessary information, Keith,” Ian said, snapping his shoulder back into place without flinching. He fixed his jacket before looking at Deja. “You’re just full of surprises…”
Deja heaved with exhaustion. “Are you okay?”
Ian raised a brow as he looked her over. “...are you?”
“H-hold still. Let me just… Let me c-clean this-… Does that hurt?”
“No.”
Leaning back against the bathroom sink, Ian’s pale blue eyes focused on Deja as she anxiously yet carefully wiped the blood caked onto the side of his head. Ian was rarely wounded, but when he was, he took care of himself.
The Reapers caught him and Keith off guard, which warned him… they were doubling down, not backing off. Such an abrupt, violent attack out in the open was not the work of mere interns. This had to be ordered by someone much higher up.
Goosebumps tickled his skin as he felt Deja gently clean his face. He could have easily handled it himself, but… she insisted. And Ian was eager for any opportunity to feel her hands on him. “It looks really b-bad, Ian,” she panicked.
“You’re doing well, sweetheart…” he encouraged her soothingly.
Deja’s eyes met his, and her stomach caved in.
His gaze enraptured her. Pulled her into his possessive embrace and locked her in with his passionate flames of raw desire and unfiltered need.
That ravenous hunger in his eyes made her knees weak, and her breathing quicken.
Love, anger, and desire were such a dangerous concoction, and yet…
she felt it all. She couldn’t tell if her flaring hormones were because of the way he was looking at her or the fact that the attack still shook her.
Her fingers trailed down his chest until she felt his heartbeat.
He looked down at her as she clutched his shirt, pulling him close. Ian raised a concerned brow. “Deja-”
“I was so worried about you,” she exhaled abruptly, surprising him. “I mean, I was… I was t-terrified. You were- And I… I-if anything had happened t-to you, I- Fuck, why the hell am I-”
“Sweetheart,” he said, grabbing her shaking hand. “You’ve just been through something stressful. Your adrenaline is rushing.”
Deja looked at him, confused. “What does that-”
“It means your blood vessels are contracting, directing your blood to all your major muscle groups… including the one between your thighs…”
Her eyes widened as the realization set in. “...I’m-”
“Aroused? Yes.”
Deja blinked at him. “...It’s unbearable.”
Ian smiled. “There’s a solution for that, sweetheart…”
She shakily exhaled as Ian guided her hand beneath her skirt until they slipped between her legs. She visibly reacted to how damp she was, and it made Ian chuckle. “That’s embarrassing,” she muttered.
Ian shook his head. “That’s the beauty of your body, love…”
Her breathing became erratic as Ian pushed her fingers beneath her panties, sliding them against her pussy. His fingers danced along hers, bathing in her arousal. “Oh god…” she whimpered as her forehead fell against his shoulder. “Why… why does this feel so…”
“Because you’re starting to get it…” Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, Ian entangled her hair with his fingers as he affectionately kissed her face and breathed into her ear. “The rush of pure unadulterated pleasure that comes from taking a man’s life…”
Deja gasped as Ian’s fingers invaded her pussy, pulling her apart one stroke at a time. His palm pushed her fingers against her clit as she writhed with need. “Ian…” she exhaled.
“Don’t you dare feel any remorse,” he threatened as his voice fell an octave while his grip on her hair tightened. “He does not deserve your sympathy. He fucking deserved it.”
Deja winced, desperate breaths falling from her lips as Ian held her firmly. “You are a goddess who protected her own,” he said seriously, holding her gaze. “Because that’s what we are… yours. Let every filthy disgusting human die a painfully violent death if you so will it.”
Deja’s feverish body trembled with uninhibited desire. Her arousal leaking so copiously down her thighs that she felt drenched. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and Ian thought he was going to explode in his pants.
“There she is… my good girl. So pleased with herself. It felt good, didn’t it, darling?
” Ian breathed into her ear as her body melted helplessly against his.
Her hips grinding roughly into his fingers to feel as much of him as possible.
Ian could feel how needy she was. How badly she wanted more of him. It drove him insane.
Her fingers dug into his bicep as she bit into his shoulder, her thighs suffocating his wrist. Her whimpers, begging, and cries for more brought him pure pain and a desperation for release.
But she was so beautiful, so perfect as she unraveled in his arms, submitting to his fingers, his desire, and his love.
“That’s it, darling… You’re almost there… Tell me you enjoyed it…” Ian breathed against her lips. “Hearing his skull crack. His bones break. The blood gushing from his body as you destroyed him with your rage. You loved it…”
Deja looked into Ian’s eyes and was terrified by what she felt.
“...my sweet girl… be honest…” Ian persisted.
She didn’t want to admit it because it didn’t make sense to her.
But her life stopped making sense the moment they entered it.
She barely breathed out a ‘yes’ before Ian was swallowing her words.
His tongue canvasing her mouth as he mercilessly fucked her with his fingers until she cried out.
He could feel her body shaking uncontrollably in his embrace as her orgasm peaked, but it didn’t stop him from devouring her, swallowing every whimper and moan. “That’s a good girl… I’m so proud of you…” he breathed into her mouth, sucking on her swollen bottom lip.
She clung to his chest as her body spazzed against his. The hands that fucked her into submission now soothing her with caresses. Deja tried to reorient herself, but her head was spinning. She instinctively whimpered as he slid his fingers from between her legs, already missing them inside of her.
As he thumbed her swollen lips, Ian fought the urge to take her over the sink. This woman held his heart ransom, and he had no idea what to do with himself.
The bathroom door suddenly opened before Jax entered. “What the hell happened?!” Jax snapped. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Jax,” Deja said, quickly turning around to face him. “I’m okay. Really.” Jax looked from Deja to Ian, who was standing behind her.
“...you know I wouldn’t dare let anything harm her,” Ian said seriously.
Jax slowly exhaled as his eyes lingered on Deja’s damp skirt, and his nose twitched at her arousal.
He tilted his head curiously. “She had an adrenaline rush and needed some… relief,” Ian smirked, answering his unspoken question.