Chapter 26 #2
Let me kiss you again. Whisper my name again. Smile at me again. All three, if possible.
Instead, I reply, “Like try to figure a way out of this mess we’re in. I could count with two hands the things we should be doing right now. Watching a bunch of kids isn’t one of them.”
“They aren’t kids. They’re at least twenty.”
“Kids.”
I can feel her rolling her eyes without having to look at her. “They’re basically my age, Lynx.”
Fuck. I love when she says my name. Even if it’s with a moody tinge to it. My gaze lowers to her ass as she peers around the doorframe to see all the “kids” pouring drinks and arguing about who’ll be controlling the music.
“Hey, man. Why are you hiding here?”
I turn around to see one of the imbeciles holding a bottle of clear liquid. Vodka. I know the alcohol but not the brand—I don’t want to even try to pronounce it.
He hands me a glass and fills half of it with the spirit.
I don’t tell him to fuck off—Sable looks pissed off, likely because no one can see her. There’s a squeal, and a girl comes over to me, grabs the collar of my shirt, and pulls me into the room.
“I remember you,” she says. “You were kind of mean the last time we were here. Is this your house?” She doesn’t let me reply. Her finger presses to my lips, and I feel like snapping her in half. “Doesn’t matter. Come sit beside me.”
“Go on,” Sable says, crossing her arms. “I’m sure she’d love some mindless sex too.”
She’s jealous. Furious, even. I like it when she’s mad. Her brows knit together, and her eyes darken, and I imagine her on her knees for me.
“It was just sex, Sable. Don’t get clingy,” I goad.
“What?” the girl still holding my collar asks, confused.
I drag my eyes away from a pissed-off Sable and smile at the girl. “Nothing.” I free my shirt from her grip, uneasy over the betrayal in Sable’s eyes before I turned from her. “Lead the way.”
Mindless.
I need that word removed from the dictionary and from Sable’s damn mouth, and maybe this is the way to do it.
Eight letters and I already want to grab her, bend her over the closest table, and fuck her into oblivion.
Breathe, Lynx. She’s just going to keep burying deeper into our skin.
One last glance at the ghost and I let the girl lead me into the room, a few guys who remember me from last time cheering.
They hand me another drink—what they call a shot of absinthe—and they all grimace at the taste of their own while I down the contents of the miniature glass and wonder what the issue is.
It’s not strong, but then again, I’m a demon; I’m dead and the furthest possible thing from being a human like these assholes.
Sable walks in, her arms still crossed, and drops onto the couch opposite mine. Even though no one can see her, I still bristle at the guy she said she had a history with sitting down beside her—just knowing they had something going on irks me to no fucking end.
My knuckles turn white when her hand slips onto his thigh.
She has five seconds to remove it before I crack his skull open.
Her leg flops over her knee, and she tilts her head. “I’ve realized something.”
I narrow my eyes in response, my hand tightening around the stupid red cup full of foul-smelling vodka.
Why do they drink this anyway? What is this damn music? Where are the poetic words rather than a man talking fast about fucking someone? Why is her hand still on his leg?
Sighing, I give Sable my full attention, trying not to look at the violation. “What did you realize?”
The girl beside me turns her head in my direction. “Huh?”
“You get jealous very easily,” Sable says, smiling at the relief evident in my body when she removes her hand.
My nostrils flare, and my blood fucking sings—now he needs to stand the fuck up and walk away.
I’m not jealous. I don’t get jealous. This feeling is just my annoyance with this entire situation and nothing to do with jealousy.
“And how, pray tell, did you realize such an idiotic thing?”
The little minx smirks again and reaches one hand across the back of the sofa, closing some of the distance between herself and the guy so she’s pressing up against him, her fingers tangling in his hair.
I’m off the sofa and grabbing her throat within half a second—not tight but enough to show I have full control, and to stop her touching this motherfucker.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, Sable.
Don’t for one second think you can get into my fucking head then try to mess with it.
I don’t get jealous. I get territorial over what belongs to me.
You aren’t an object. You aren’t human. You aren’t even anyone I can confidently say I’ll ever have a future with, but…
” I say, bringing my mouth to her ear to whisper. “You. Are. Mine.”
Her chest rises and falls, pupils so blown I can no longer see color, and my cock is too fucking hard. My senses are heightening, and I inhale deeply, rejoicing that she’s as affected as I am.
Sable’s lips brush against mine with her reply. “You wish I belonged to you.”
“Touch him or anyone else one more time and I’ll kill them,” I warn, feeling her pulse hammering against my thumb.
“Then you’ll need to kill them all.”
Releasing her throat, I straighten, wetting my lips and fighting the urge to drag her to her knees. “Now is not the time to test how far I’d go for you, Sable.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I’m drawn to it. My eyes are zoned in, stuck in a trance for far too long before I snap my hand toward the nearest person, squeezing my fist and making everyone think he’s choking on something as I crush his windpipe.
Sable’s on her feet and grabbing my face. “Stop!”
I’m barely using any power. It’s a simple mind trick using a little bit of glamor for a handful of seconds. It’ll leave next to no residue, and it means they can’t see what I’m really doing—as far as they’re concerned, I’m still sitting back on the other sofa, enjoying my drink.
Sable glares at me. “Put him down.”
I let the pathetic human drop to the ground and cough up saliva. His friends crowd him, some laughing that he’s choked on his alcohol, and a girl, who I assume he’s fucking given the worried look on her face, drops to her knees beside him.
“Don’t underestimate me,” I say, grabbing a handful of her long hair and wrapping it into my fist so I can haul her toward me.
“I will kill every last person in this room, in this world, anyone by your side who isn’t me, just to call your fucking bluff.
As soon as this curse is lifted and you get to run along to the other side, I’ll still hunt anyone who thinks about going near you. ”
“Just admit you’re jealous, Lynx.” She smiles again, my anger defusing ever so slightly as she goes onto her tiptoes. “Admit it, and we can go upstairs and finish off what you obviously want to start.”
“I don’t need to admit anything. And if I was going to start something, I’d just finish it here.”
She hums. “In front of all these people? You could only dream of claiming me that way.”
Tutting, I capture her bottom lip between my teeth. “Now I just think you’re trying to piss me off.”
I drop her onto the sofa and follow, crushing my lips to hers in a less romantic and more “you are mine forever” way. Her hands grab at my hair while I position myself between her parted legs and rock forward, the sofa creaking.
“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.”
I let out a disbelieving laugh. “I was yours the moment you summoned me.”
“Morbid, considering you killed me.”
I shut her up with a kiss.
Her tongue dances with mine, and I could stay like this forever, with her—her taste, her sounds, her body beneath mine, smelling her want and need and being able to drop my hand below her waistband and between her legs, feeling how much she desires me.
So wet and warm. I push my fingers into her, and she moans, fingernails digging into my shoulders as I swallow her whimpers.
“Wait. Wait. Wait.” She grabs my wrist. “They can’t see me, but they can see you. Do they think you’re fingering the damn sofa?”
With a chuckle, I pull my fingers from her pussy and lift them to her mouth, pushing them in so she can taste what I’m doing to her.
I grip her cheeks with my free fingers and turn her head to the side. “They can see me over there sitting on the couch, debating whether or not to kill you all over again if you try to make me jealous one more time.”
Despite this, she still hesitates when I pop my fingers from her mouth and try to kiss her. Her head tilts to dodge my mouth, and I growl.
“I thought using your powers made those things appear?”
“Only if I use a lot of power. I’m merely making them see a shadow of myself fighting my raging hard-on.”
I try to kiss her again, but she presses her finger to my lips. “But—”
I rise from the sofa abruptly, pull her to her feet, and drag her out of the room full of humans. Because she’s right. If I keep the glamor up much longer, I will start leaving too much demon residue.
We barely make it to the main staircase before I’m pressing her to the wall and crushing my mouth to hers. I can’t wait. I need her now.
Claiming her so she knows she belongs to me is the only thing that will put a stop to this back-and-forth. I’ve fucked her once, kissed her, eaten her pussy—but those obviously weren’t enough to get that into her skull.
“It was never just sex,” I whisper against her lips. “It’s not mindless to me.”
The widening of her eyes is all I need to kiss her harder—my tongue slides into her mouth just as her knee hikes up to my hip, and I hold it there, pressing her into the wall.
Fuck. I could kiss her for the rest of my existence. Nothing will beat this—her body molds to mine, and my cock hardens at the little whimpers that escape her between each stroke of our tongues, tasting each other as we deepen our movements.
The shrieks of the humans have us halting, our heads snapping in the direction of the screams.
“What the fuck was that?” one of them yells. “Did that picture frame just fly off the wall on its own?”
Fuck my soul. What now?
“Come on,” Sable says, huffing and pushing me back to put distance between us. She runs down the stairs then pauses, making me crash into her back and nearly tumbling us both to the ground.
My gaze lifts from the back of her head.
The shadow of a Tor’Oth comes straight for us.
The humans are confused but clueless as I shove Sable to the side and order her to hide in her room.
Then I grab the fucker and teleport us to the field before it fully shows itself to the humans and they call the cops.
My patience is wearing thin with those assholes.
My demon form rips out, taking away some of its advantage, and I drive my fist into the shadow, knocking it backward.
On my next punch, my tail whips round to wrap around its neck, holding it there, before I toss it across the lawn, so hard it crashes into a tree and drops with a thud.
In Hell, the Tor’Oth were feared. Used to torture the worst people with the greatest sins.
If I ever return, it’s likely I’d be their target.
I would’ve run the opposite direction in Hell, yet here I am, defending my dead girl as I stalk toward it, gathering as much power behind my fist as demonly possible.
I push as much of that power out as I can, slamming a ball of shadows into its torso and knocking it back, the burning pain echoing likely all the way down to Hell.
It’s back up and pouncing on me before I can build more power. I stop breathing as its claws sink into my arm and tear the skin open.
I kick it off me and hold my wound, feeling the flesh already starting to knit together. I’m not quick enough to get away before it comes for me again.
As soon as it pushes into me, I teleport once more to the furthest part of the property lines and shove it to the ground.
“That’s two of you now,” I say with a threatening tone, my power building so high, my veins are singing. “There won’t be a third. I swear, if more come and try to do a thing to my girl, I will raze the entirety of fucking Hell.”
Thanks to my need to talk and not get this over with, its claw catches my ribs, but it startles in my grip as something thumps up behind me.
Tidus.
I’m knocked aside as the soul sucker charges at the hound, but Tidus roars, and in the next moment the sky lights up, a flash blinding me, and a ball of fire rushes toward the Tor’Oth, burning it to nothing.
Tidus licks his lips and faces me. Sitting, he pants and watches me as if he’s in the best mood ever.
“Since when could you breathe fire, you little dragon fuck?”