21. Insatiable Reapers #2
“Put the scalpel at a 45-degree angle so you can penetrate his hypodermis. The skin is thick and fatty there.” Ian guided her hand with his as they sliced Donald down to his navel, and blood gushed from his wound.
“Feel how that’s firm…? That’s muscle. Angle higher as if you’re stabbing to get through the muscle before you hit the bone… ” Ian instructed.
Deja didn’t know what bothered her more, that she was splitting this man open alive or that she was actually turned on. Ian’s deep, calming voice gave her goosebumps. His hand against her waist made her needy.
Leaning back, Ian watched her and found himself falling deeper in love. He didn’t think that was possible. Handing her the shears, he held her hands. “You’ll need to snap his rib cage to get to the organs beneath.”
As Ian held her wrists, Deja glanced at Donald who was losing consciousness from blood loss, and felt a strange sting of guilt.
“Don’t look at him,” Ian said in her ear.
“He’s a coward who got greedy once he learned children sell for more money.
Roselyn would be disgusted. Cut him open. Make him suffer. Make him bleed.”
Deja took a sharp breath as she clamped down, snapping his ribs. She saw his body tremble as she broke another. “Be careful not to puncture his lungs or heart. We need those…” Ian said quietly.
Looking over her shoulder, Deja saw Ian watching her with a heated gaze, completely turned on by the fact that she was tearing this man apart. Dropping the shears, Deja looked into Donald’s open chest. “I’m not that kind of scientist, but I’m guessing… this is the heart?”
“Correct. Find the kidney,” Ian instructed.
Deja squinted before pointing. “Here?”
“Good girl,” Ian smiled. Deja felt her clit throb. She watched Ian remove the two large lungs that looked rather black. “A smoker,” Ian said. “These won’t sell. Why don’t you try his heart and kidney?”
As she dug her fingers into Donald’s open chest, she felt his organs slide against her gloved fingers. It was hard to see past all the blood as she meticulously removed both organs.
Ian sharply exhaled as Deja was almost elbow-deep in Donald’s chest. His blood stained her jacket and spotted her cleavage. She removed each organ with such ease as Donald’s blood spilled from her hands.
She looked ethereal. Like a goddess of death bathing in the blood of her enemies. Ian was enraptured. Her beautiful dark-brown skin was irresistibly soft. Her smile often left him speechless. Her voice stirred an insatiable hunger in him. The audacity of her to hold his heart ransom.
“Is this good?” she asked, holding up the heart.
Ian quickly pulled her to her feet before dragging her further down the alley of the building into the dark.
“Ian?” she said, confused as he grabbed the heart and tossed it over his shoulder.
Grabbing her blood-soaked hands, he pinned them to the wall as his mouth slammed against hers.
Her back arched as Ian pushed his knee between her legs, pressing against her pussy.
She moaned as he hungrily bit her lip between his teeth.
“Watching you… and not touching you… is fucking maddening,” Ian groaned, burying his face into her neck.
“Why do you always tease me like this? Do you enjoy torturing me? Does it fucking amuse you?”
Deja felt him slide her gloves off, before he was peeling her jacket from her shoulders. His strong hands pushed her skirt up and wrapped around her thighs before he was tearing at her panties. “Ian-” she panted as his fingers invaded her folds.
“That’s it, darling, moan for me… breathe my name,” he exhaled, devouring her tongue.
Sifting beneath his jacket, his sweater, until she felt his skin, Deja dug her fingers into his shoulder blades as he lifted her onto his waist. Her thighs tightened around his hand as his fingers edged her closer to climax. She whimpered the moment he stopped touching her and Ian grinned.
“You sound needy, sweetheart…” his tongue flicking her lips.
“…I need you,” she sighed, reaching for his hand. But his hand disappeared beneath his pants before she felt his thick, veiny dick pressing against her pulsating womanhood. “Condom! Condom! Condom!” she panted.
“I’ll pull out,” Ian groaned, sinking his length deep inside her. Her back arched as his dick filled her. “Bloody fuck,” he growled, trying to keep it together.
Her walls choked his dick as he throbbed inside of her. “Oh god, Ian- Fuck!”
Even as he punished her pussy with his impatient, demanding thrusts, Ian was overly affectionate with his woman, peppering her face with soft kisses.
His hand was a buffer between her backside and the brick wall.
His hips moved in leading fluid strokes as she melted against him.
Her body jumped wildly against his hips, her breasts slapping his chin, before his tongue was bathing the swell of her breasts.
Her fingers dug into his hair as she thrust her hips to meet his. Her lips kissing his forehead sprinkled with sweat. Ian was notorious for edging her to a climax he wouldn’t so easily give her, and it drove her insane.
Tilting his head back, Ian looked into her eyes and held her gaze. “Tell me you love me. Tell me that… you’re mine…” he said breathlessly.
Deja felt her throat tighten as she read the emotion in Ian’s eyes.
Biting her lip, she leaned down and kissed his ear.
“I love you so fucking much, Ian Donovan… And I love being yours…” she sighed.
She felt his fingers dig into her ass cheeks before she took his face between her hands and kissed him hard.
The rest of the night was a blur. Ian left her in a satiated state, sitting on the stoop like a drunkard with no panties and messy clothes while he cleaned up. When they returned to the hotel, Caleb and Keith were still out. She immediately texted them out of concern.
Jax could tell right away Ian felt better after Reaping. Though from the way Deja flirtatiously pulled Ian into the shower… Reaping wasn’t all they did.
Deja rarely had wet dreams, but she could hear herself moaning in her sleep. She writhed needily beneath the sheets when she shot up, gasping as her body trembled.
“Bout time you woke up. Ian must have worn you the fuck out,” Keith said from between her legs as he teasingly kissed her pussy.
“Keith!” she blurted. “What are you- Oooh god, fuck! Keith!”
His tongue curved between her labia before sucking her clit between his lips. The tip of his pierced tongue playfully flicking her small bud. “Keith,” she moaned, grabbing his head. “What- Why-”
“I was hungry…” Keith groaned, holding her thighs against his head. “And you looked so fucking delicious… I came to check on you, and your panties were soaked… even in your sleep. Were you having a wet dream, baby girl…” he hummed against her lips. “Let Daddy make it better…”
Deja’s head flew back against the pillow as she panted breathlessly while Keith’s tongue slid into her dripping cunt. “Besides… you went Reaping without me, and I fucking missed you. I decided to stop dreaming about tongue-fucking your tight little pussy and just… actually do it,” he grinned.
Deja’s legs shook from Keith’s ravenous feast between her thighs. His blond hair covered her pelvis and stomach as he pinned her ass to the bed. She was just meeting her climax when Ian walked into the room with breakfast.
“Oh… Sorry. Am I interrupting?” Ian asked.
“What the fuck do you think?” Keith said, pushing his nose against Deja’s clit.
“I figured you might be hungry,” Ian said, ignoring Keith as he approached the bed.
Deja smiled. “That’s so sweet of you-” she started before Ian placed the food down and leaned over the bed, pressing his lips against hers. Her body weakened as Ian’s tongue slid into her mouth while Keith’s tongue was mercilessly fucking her again.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night… Fucking hell, Deja, you’re a dangerous obsession,” Ian groaned into her mouth, his hand sliding over her breast.
“...threesome?” Keith asked, looking up with his entire face soaked with her juices.
“I’d love a threesome,” Ian grinned, pinching her nipple through her shirt.
“Ok, no, guys-” she said, pushing Ian back as she scooted away from Keith’s face. “It’s too early for that.”
“It’s never too early for a threesome," Keith said, standing up and blocking her before she could leave.
Deja looked up at Keith, startled as he towered over her with a carnivorous grin, his tongue unapologetically licking her juices from his lips.
“The best time to fuck you… is all the time,” Keith smiled.
Deja rolled her eyes. “Can I pee first?” she asked, walking past him.
“I haven’t tried that kink yet, but with you-” Keith started.
“Keith!” Deja blurted, slapping his shoulder as Ian laughed.
She barely made it to the door before Jax stepped inside. She stepped back as he looked down at her with a raised brow. “Good morning… You look flustered…”
“No, I-” Deja started before Jax wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as his lips devoured hers. Her body got lost in his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her. She lifted onto her toes as his hands snuck beneath her shirt to squeeze her bare ass.
These men were insatiable.
“...No panties?” Jax mused against her lips when his fingers slipped between her ass and touched her bare pussy. “Well fuck me… you’re wet…”
“That’s my fault,” Keith grinned. “Foursome?”
“I do love a good foursome,” Ian smiled.
“Why not?” Jax smirked, playfully caressing her wet pussy.
“No! No, I need a break from you guys,” she said, pushing past Jax. “Go check on your daughter or something. Leave me be.”
Jax snorted as Deja stumbled out of the room. Rubbing her wet thighs, she walked to the next room where she saw a shirtless Caleb sitting on the bed, staring out the window. Deja frowned. “Caleb?”