CHAPTER FIVE
My scream smacks into the course palm before I’m shoved into the wall. I barely catch myself from smacking face first into the paisley wallpaper, but my attacker is tearing at my pants.
It’s one of my boys.
I know it is. There ‘isn’t anyone else here. So, I’m not scared when a rough palm claps against my mound with a sharp smack.
Still tender, the assault rips a muffled whine from me that encourages the solid weight of body driving into my back, pinning me in place, to push two fingers inside.
His groan is low. Guttural. The deep, satisfied rumble of an animal. But I’m howling at the unnatural stretch. The invasion of a tree trunk that pushes my walls too wide without preparation.
He’s not slow or gentle as he cuts off my air and fingers me against the wall. My nails claw into wood as I try to find something to grip.
“Let me in, Rina,” he breathes into my ear.
My heart claps inside my chest. A jittery explosion of fear and excitement as I try to fathom if this is real or a dream.
He gives me no chance to think when I’m pulled back and spun. The coiling darkness that rules the corridor swirls around him. His human body. His familiar shape.
But he’s too tall. Too big. I barely stand at his midsection while he brushes a ceiling that wasn’t that high before.
I swallow to generate spit but he has me.
His massive hand is around my middle, looped like I’m merely a doll and I’m lifted into the air.
With the same momentum, he spins me. Tips me sideways until I’m upside down.
My hair falls in a curtain towards the floor and my top bunches up over my face.
But it’s his I’m focused on when it forces itself between my legs.
I spread.
I open for him and the miles of greedy, hungry tongue.
I shut my eyes and pant as it unspools from his maw and coils like a snake seeking a hot, moist place deep inside my body.
Blood rushes to my head, making my ears ring, but he’s twisting and lapping.
Cleaning me while simultaneously stuffing me so full.
It’s hard to breathe with the weight of my cardigan pressing over my face. I shove it off and let it hit the ground with my camisole, leaving myself fully naked and vulnerable in the hands of my monster.
At this angle, I’m directly face to face with his crotch. I can’t tell if he’s wearing pants when I fumble and close my fingers into fabric, but there are sheets of it. I have to rifle through the layers to find what I was looking for.
It’s the size of my torso.
In no world am I capable of taking him, but I try.
I hug the girthy shaft and rub the textured walls with my hands.
I deeply wish I could see him. The dips and lines aren’t the same as last time.
The knot is gone, but the flat head remains and I lick the moisture coming from him with long, hungry laps.
Above me, he groans. The husky vibration travels down his writhing tongue to ripple through my channel. His fingers flex around my middle. The only warning before I’m pulled away and flipped right side up.
The rush of air and flow of blood sends my head reeling even before I’m pinned to the wall.
The cold surface burns against my back as his hands find my arms and drag them up.
They’re slammed into the wood on either side of my head and held as he drives his tongue deeper.
As he impales me and fucks me with greedy thrusts.
I cum before I even know it’s happening. My suspended body writhes against the wiggling appendage filling my cavity and I succumb to the sweet pressure. My eyes slam shut with the rolling wave. My head falls back as he drinks everything I give.
Only when I’m a weak, quivering mess does he show mercy and release me. I’m pulled off the wall and set on my feet. My eyes open, expecting it all to have been a dream but locking eyes with Lukan.
Tall, dark, beautiful Lukan with his warm eyes and dimple. Human Lukan with a very human tongue he’s lazily sweeping through my folds.
“How did you...?”
How do you ask someone if they’re a ten-foot-tall monster with a slithering tongue? Obviously, I imagined all that because when he pushes to his feet, he doesn’t hit the ceiling.
Still, my head tips back to meet his gaze.
“Sugar isn’t good for your pussy,” he murmurs. “Had to make sure I was thorough. Think I got it all?”
The way I’m throbbing, muscles sore and stretched, he definitely got everything.
But I ask instead, “How did you know?”
His grin is feral and sexy. It makes my stomach flip with the lazy unfurling. His eyes darken a split second before I’m pushed back into the wall. My hips are lifted and I’m made to circle his with my legs while he buries his face between my breasts.
“I know your smell,” he growls into my right tit. His teeth scrape the sensitive bud and I tingle down my spine. “I would recognize it from across the world. It’s the thing that has haunted me for years as I waited to finally have you again.”
“Again?”
I choke on the word and break off in a whine with the first hard suck. He palms the other, thumb and forefinger rolling the tip.
Between my thighs, he rubs his cock into my wet heat. He grinds and pumps his hips, and I know I’m soaking the front of his pants.
“You have always been such a sweet, helpless prey. From the moment you stepped into our lives that sunny afternoon in your pretty dress.”
The snarl of his words burns my flesh. They echo through the endless cavity of my skull, a baffling collage of splintering lights.
The whistle of the wind blowing through my hair as I run.
The sound of my feet thundering over crisp leaves and brittle twigs.
My laugh winding through the trees like ribbons trailing after me as I leap and skirt away from...
Lukan nips too hard on my nipple and I tumble back to the moment, to the man torturing the stiff points.
“Lukan...?”
His head lifts and I swear there’s a flare of silver in his eyes before I blink and it’s just him and the warm browns I know.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
I am momentarily reminded of Kellen’s mirror response not twenty minutes ago and feel my lips quirk.
“What happened that afternoon at the park?”
His features soften. The hold on my breasts drop to wrap around me.
“Still don’t remember, huh?” At the shake of my head, he leans in and brushes my lips with his. “You will. I promise.”
I’m lowered to my feet and dressed like I’m a child. He straightens my clothes, brushes my hair free of my collar and takes my hand. The back is brought to his lips. A warm skim that goes straight to my toes while he watches me over the knuckles.
“You don’t know it yet, but you belong with us, Rina. You need to come home.”
Nothing more is said. No more explanation as he guides me back to the others.
Roan and Kellen are bent over one of the books. The one with the patchwork of skin. Neither look happy, but their irritation vanishes with my appearance. The book is slapped shut and stuffed out of sight under the table.
“Hey, baby,” Roan says with his lopsided grin. “Get all the sugar out?”
He’s teasing. I can see it in the mischievous glimmer in his eyes, but my cheeks flame even as I chuckle.
“We got it,” Lukan assures the group. “I was very thorough.”
I try to cover my scorched face but Roan grabs my wrist and tugs me into his lap.
“You have to watch your holes around Kellen. He likes putting weird stuff up there,” he informs me with Kellen raising the corner of his mouth in a filthy smirk.
“Complaining?”
The tips of Roan’s ears go red and he looks away.
For me, the interaction raises a bunch of new questions. Questions I’m not sure I know how to ask.
“I’d like to know where they came from. The candy canes,” I ask instead. “Did you have them in your pocket?”
Kellen only smirks like that’s a secret he’s taking to the grave with him. Instead, he reaches for the mug on the end table and passes it to me.
“Drink your tea, little one.”
I snort but accept the offering. The spicy scent fills my nostrils with a familiar calm that has me cradling the steaming cup to my nose.
“I love this tea.” I relent when Roan tugs me back against his chest. “Can’t believe Aunt Laura liked the same one.” I take a tentative sip. Let the scalding liquid burn across my tongue and down my throat. “So good.”
“Drink,” Roan coaxes in my ear. In my hair. He nuzzles the side of my neck. “All of it, baby.”
I obey and take another deeper pull.
“What are you guys doing with these books?” I ask, muscles soft and lax. Head warm with contentment. “I really don’t think you should touch them.”
Lukan bends at the waist and brushes a kiss to the top of my head. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re going to burn them.”
I take a deep breath and feel my eyelids droop.
“Don’t want you possessed,” I slur, suddenly so tired. “Jenna won’t...” I forget what I was going to say until Kellen slides one book on top of another to stack them. “I marked those. Jenna will kill me...”
“No one will touch you,” Roan promises softly.
“These books don’t belong in the hands of mortals,” Kellen explains, and I giggle.
“Mortals. Malicuri. Evil books. You’re all kinds of biblical today.”
He smiles fondly the way one would smile at a child. “Finish your drink, love.”
It takes me a second to find the rim with my lips and only with Roan’s help.
The perfect bite of ginger and turmeric slides across my tongue. It rolls smoothly down my throat and straight to my head. It floods my already fuzzy brain in a warm cocoon of such sweet bliss.
“This is so good,” I breathe, staring into the shiny surface.
I don’t remember glitter. The faint glimmer across the surface. I don’t remember it being so thick. But I can’t stop myself from taking another longer, deeper pull and moaning as the rush sweeps down my limbs. Pools in my belly. A sensation of being so full and empty at the same time.
“What is this?” I slur.
Hands come out of nowhere and catches the mug when it slips sideways between my fingers. It’s so quick. In between blinks.
Mug.
No mug.