Chapter 3
Three
Damien
Igot him! I got him good.
Finally. That took too long, seriously. I was starting to grow desperate. And I do reckless shit when I’m desperate.
Killien seems a little bit uneasy as he drives out of Phoenix, searching for a secluded area in the desert. He’s been nervous since I climbed on the back seat of our ten-year-old Jeep Grand Cherokee with Clara.
Bet you weren’t expecting that, brother, huh?
It took me long enough to create a plan that would actually work, but I have to pat myself on the back for this. It turned out exactly like I wanted: he chose a victim he’s sexually attracted to. Now, I just have to follow through, and he’ll be eating from my hand in no time.
To be honest, I’ve also struggled with my feelings for him. Well—maybe a little. A while ago. I’m a bit fucked-up in the head, you know? Part of me has always wanted Killien, but I kept it muzzled and shut away, in the very depths of my black little heart. Like the good boy I never was, really.
So, I do understand why he’s been trying to fight the magnetic attraction between us.
The fact that he feels it too became obvious after we were turned.
It’s in the way he looks at me, in the way he gets tense when I’m close.
I used to fight so hard to keep it all to myself, but as soon as his eyes started lingering on me for longer than usual, I lost control.
The thing is—since I was turned, I can’t force myself to give a fuck anymore.
I kill humans and I enjoy it way too much.
Sometimes, I kill just for the thrill rather than for blood.
I’ve turned sadistic; I take too much pleasure in causing pain.
Maybe just as much as I enjoy enduring it. It’s like I’ve finally let loose.
If I want him, and he wants me too, then there’s no need to fight it anymore.
I’m no longer pretending to be good. It’s exhausting, especially if I’m gonna live forever.
I don’t wanna do that for the rest of eternity, so I just embrace all my fucked-up and twisted ideas.
I let my mind run wild, and it does. Like right now.
My hands are making their way up Clara’s thighs, slowly getting underneath her short skirt.
I do it little by little, up and down, teasing her, making her bristle under my touch.
The whole car smells of her arousal. She’s having the night of her life, and I haven’t even touched farther than her thigh yet.
Freaking delicious.
See, I used to show no interest in girls.
You wouldn’t catch me looking at boobs or feminine shapes.
Ever. But since being turned . . . I like everything.
I want everyone. And I fucking love eating pussy as much as I love a dick down my throat.
It all feels great—I love sex. And blood. And violence.
My cock is getting way too excited with all those thoughts and the pretty girl next to me.
It’s been half-hard the entire night, anyway.
Mostly because I always knew how this was going to end.
Also, because I made Killien do exactly what I wanted him to, setting my plan right into action.
And now, I’m putting on one hell of a show for him.
I’m gonna break you, Killi, one way or another.
I know he feels the pull between our bodies too. I see it in his gaze. But he’s been playing hard to get, the asshole. He hasn’t caved in so far. Not when I walk around almost naked, or when I get uncomfortably close.
Tonight he’s finally giving in though, whether he likes it or not. Clara will make it happen. I’m not gonna live with this soul-crushing desire for all eternity. And neither is he. That’s torture, and not the good kind.
I lean over Clara and press my lips against hers. She gasps, more aroused than surprised, I’d say. She tastes pretty good; I bet her blood will too. She’s all soft and squishy, and she lets me dominate the kiss. Killien has made a good choice, certainly. He’s in for a real fucking treat.
He looks at us in the rearview mirror, kinda shocked.
He better find a good spot to park the SUV, because I’m way too horny to wait much longer.
But I’ll be patient for him. I’m gonna hold on as much as I can.
I’ll keep kissing this pretty girl for him to watch, even if my dick hurts in the prison of my skinny jeans.
I know he loves what he sees. I can smell it on his sweaty hands, spreading his citrusy-sweet scent around.
My beautiful stepbrother, Killien Taylor, with his soft ginger hair in a neat undercut that suits him perfectly.
He hides his body way too much for someone who worked hard for it for years.
He’s all firm and toned, but has the face of an angel.
My ginger angel. I can’t pretend not to want him anymore.
Killien parks in a deserted area, away from prying eyes and with a nice view of the desert wilderness. His brown eyes are glued to the rearview mirror, staring at what I’m doing in disbelief, with a cute frown that accentuates his thick dark eyebrows.
I bury my face between Clara’s boobs, kissing and biting her soft skin.
My fingers dig into her hips, keeping her close.
She’s finding it really hard to stay silent, swallowing all kinds of beautiful noises.
I want her to let them out; I need her to beg for my attention.
Our attention, because Killien is going to join me at any second. I’ll make him.
“Hmm—Damien . . .” Clara whispers softly, cheeks blushing and eyes hooded. My name sounds wonderful on her lips.
“Yes?” I lick all the way from the middle of her chest through her collarbone and up to her left ear, which I nibble on playfully.
She just stares at me, cheeks gone fully red now. It seems like she forgot what she was going to say, or maybe she didn’t even mean to say my name out loud. Killien’s gaze is still burning on my skin.
“Ask away, beautiful,” I say, grabbing her hips firmly as I pull her a little closer to me. Since she doesn’t say anything, I proceed with my plan. “You want me to call Killien over?”
He stops breathing. Literally.
Clara laughs and covers her mouth with her hand. Her green eyes glisten with excitement; she likes the idea, and I don’t even have to read her mind to know that. We’re gonna make her last orgasm worthwhile.
“Well, you heard the lady.” I turn my face towards Killien, looking right into his eyes through the mirror. “Get your ass over here.”
Gotcha, brother.
I swear I can almost hear the gears inside his brain turning.
He’s struggling to make his choice, a choice he doesn’t really have.
That’s precisely why I had him pick our victim.
He wants her, he’s hungry, and also horny.
That’s the only time when Killien does unreasonable things, really.
And this is pretty fucking unreasonable.
I raise a single eyebrow at him, staring through the dark brown curls that half-cover my eyes. If he wants to feed, he’s gonna have to oblige.
Killien steps out of the car with a blank expression. When he closes the door, I make Clara turn to her side, facing me. Her legs are spread on the back seat and I’m kneeling between them. She smells of human arousal and some floral perfume.
I lean forward, hovering above her, and kiss her hard.
My tongue slides into her mouth, exploring it.
She tastes really good, and I can’t stop myself from grinding my hips against hers.
She gasps into my mouth and digs her fingernails into my arms, scratching me a little bit. I can’t help but groan at that.
Fuck, I love pain.
The back door on the driver’s side opens and I pull away from Clara’s mouth to meet Killien’s gaze. He climbs in, staring at me with fire in his eyes, although the rest of his face looks perfectly calm and normal.
Can’t fool me, Killi.
I pull Clara up with me, to make space for him to get comfortable behind her.
Thank God our SUV has enough space for the three of us back here.
Or, maybe, I should thank Killien for working and saving up to buy it for me.
It’s always been my dream car, and he did all he could to get at least an older model, just to please me. He’s an angel, isn’t he?
He sits and closes the door, eyes going back and forth between Clara’s blushed cheeks and my face. I know he’s mad, that he wants to strangle me. And I’d love for him to do it, honestly. But he won’t. At least not while Clara lives. He might try to kill me later, though.
Just come at me, brother.
I bite my lower lip before I lean into Clara again to kiss her deeply.
She lets herself fall back on Killien, resting her shoulders on his chest. I kiss her neck and breasts until she’s moaning loudly and rolling her hips up against me.
Her hands dig into Killien’s hair, grab his T-shirt, and hold on to his arms as arousal takes control of her.
He just sits there, staring and breathing heavily.
“Would you like to know what my tongue feels like, beautiful?” I whisper in her ear. She shivers and gasps before nodding slowly. Killien has stopped breathing again, at least for a second. I’m pretty sure he repressed a shiver too.
I chuckle as I scoot back against the door behind me.
She spreads her legs wider, looking at me with mad desire.
I focus on her, although I can feel Killien’s gaze tracking my every move.
Yes, I’d love to look right into his eyes while I do this.
But that would probably just scare him away, so I stick to my plan.
My hands climb up her legs, squeezing her thick thighs.
I let my fingers get trapped in her fishnet stockings a few times, tugging on them playfully.
Fuck, I’m having way too much fun. She’s hot as hell, and she smells like she’s wet enough for me to sink right into her.
But that’s not what I’m gonna do, because Killien would freak out.