Chapter Twenty-Two #2
I don’t stick around to hear the rest of his explanation.
I know I’ve probably just implicated him.
I go straight to my dorm room, push my chair over to the smoke alarm, pull out the camera he installed because I always had my suspicions and he thinks he’s so fucking smart and inconspicuous.
But I know him better than I know my damn self.
Funny how I’m labeled the psycho but he’s the one that put a tracker in me.
We’re both psychos, I suppose. For the other. Fuck, this is getting so out of hand.
I pack up all of my uniforms and textbooks, when Jonas comes in, I’m in a deep frenzy.
I’m chaos. I’m mad. I don’t want to be in this stupid fucking dorm.
I want to go home. My home. The one catered to me.
The one I tailor-made for me. Me . Not Damon.
Not Jonas. Me . Me and Axel. My safe space. Mine .
If Damon doesn’t want to believe me about my shadow, fine .
But I know what I feel. I won’t be gaslit.
I’m not crazy. I’m not psycho. I’m not. But I am.
Shit. I just implicated Archer in front of the police.
Campus police with no real jurisdiction, but still.
I’m only glad the other officers and Dean Whitmore were with Jonas and Riordan in separate rooms.
“Baby, baby. Stop. Stop. Hold on.”
I groan inaudibly when his large hands come about my shoulders.
My fight isn’t with him. It’s with Damon.
Besides, he has that tracker in me. He knows where I’ll be.
Unless he installed cameras there, too, when I wasn’t paying attention.
Besides, I love it when Jonas touches me. I relax against him immediately.
“Where are we going?”
I point to myself.
“I go where you go.”
Home .
“Why?”
Damon thinks I’m crazy.
“How, baby? Wait, slow down. Slow down. Can you write it down? You’re going too fast. Besides, the only real words I learned are ‘kiss’ and ‘my’ and ‘pussy.’ Oh, and ‘more.’” He smirks.
I blush tremendously. He’s a fast learner.
We go to my desk where I pull out an empty notebook and a pen.
I write it all down. The shadow. When it started.
How I can feel and sometimes see it. What Damon said about it all while I’m sitting in Jonas’ lap and he's rubbing the tops of my thighs and kissing my head.
He's hard beneath me but we both ignore it.
“Not that I don’t believe you, but if you feel your shadow, don’t you think we should stay on campus? There’s more people around might not attack if there are a thousand students around.”
I turn to look at him from over my shoulder and roll my eyes.
“Riordan is suspended for two weeks. Today was a fluke. I didn’t protect you. I didn’t see his arm coming out to grab you. I’m sorry.”
It wasn’t his fault. Riordan was a man on a mission. Besides, he didn’t hurt me the way he really wanted to hurt me. I’ve stared death in the face and then embodied her, letting her possess me for my own sick needs. Riordan had that look .
Neither of us saw the attack coming. I had my back turned and he caught the end strands of my ponytail. It was a cheap shot and he took his opening. I write only to take Jonas’ bruised fist from my lap in my hand, then turn to straddle him and kiss it, then hold it up to my cheek.
“Fuck, baby.” He taps his forehead to mind. “I love you; you know that?”
I nod. I whisper that I love him, too and then twirl my finger in the air.
“Always.” He whispers against my lips. “Why does it feel like it means more when you do little things like that?”
I shrug my shoulders only for Jonas to claim my lips with his.
Kissing Jonas is always an assault to my senses.
The way he touches me, large hands roaming, groping, and teasing electrifies and burns me all at once, altering and re-altering every fiber of my being, destroying and reconstructing my brain chemistry.
Any chemical imbalance I have, he balances it with just one touch, one kiss and when it’s both, every atom that is me buzzes with an intensity so fierce, I always feel like I want to explode.
I wonder if this is what it’s like when new galaxies form?
And then he says that thing I love against my lips. “Fuck, baby.” It’s a moan, a plea, a whisper, all in one and it sets me on fucking fire. I want to replicate it. I want him to feel the way I do when I hear him call me baby in that way. That special little way that’s just for me.
“Jonas…”
“Goddammit baby, I’m trying to be gentle but you make me so fucking crazy.
I can feel how hot your little pussy is through your panties.
” He slips off my blazer, unbuttons my shirt and they both fall to the floor in a soft ‘ thud .’ In nothing but my skirt and thigh highs, he shoves his hand between us and pushes my panties to the side.
I moan into his mouth, tasting him when his fingers brush against my entrance.
“You didn’t have enough of me this morning? ”
“No…” I whisper, riding his fingers, chasing my high. Jonas is my favorite drug. Now. Forever. Always. He pulls them out and salaciously sucks them into his mouth. I imprint the image into my memory .
“Get up. I want to try something.” He loses his clothes as we stand in front of the full-length mirror by my desk.
“You don’t want me to be nice, do you baby?
” He asks, bending me over before him, bunching my skirt up and over my hips, he pulls my panties down to my ankles giving me a teasing lick, from my clit to my anus.
He doesn't let me step out of my panties.
He stands and I let out a soft gasp as he notches the head of his dick into my entrance, unmoving, one hand on the nape of my neck, the other on my hip.
I grasp the edge of my desk. “Always so wet and ready for me. Eyes on me baby.”
My eyes that were roaming over the lewd sight of him, a towering demigod, sun-kissed muscles, snap up to meet his in our reflection.
“Good girl.” He growls, then thrusts into me in one go, and my entire body gloriously glitches, jaw unhinging at the sharp pain of the stretch that is accepting his thick, delicious length.
My eyes close but the hard spank he delivers has me staring back at him, taking in the obscene view of this demigod going crazy over me.
His hands wander, touching everywhere like he can’t get enough of the feel of my skin under his calloused touch.
His eyes are dark, jaw clenched, every muscle seems to ripple as my pussy pulsates around him, needing him deeper. In my soul.
He smirks. "You like what you see, baby?”
I nod.
“Good, cause I love what I see.” He pulls out and slides back in, each thrust more powerful than the last. My gasps and his moans are a savory cacophony.
My breasts jiggle and sway with each stab of his hips meeting mine.
“Look at you baby, fuck, such a sick little slut, you love this, don’t you?
You’re so creamy already.” He doesn’t let up when he reaches over and takes my breasts in his hands, pinching and tugging on my nipples he pulls me back, my spine against his chest. “Play with that gorgeous little pussy, baby.”
I do. I reach down, mesmerized on the sight of us, and play, teasing my clit. He shoves my hand away and replaces it with his own. “I got it,” he growls. “If anyone is going to make this pussy come, it’s me.”
He bends and licks my nape of my neck, unrelenting in his stare, the short, hard ongoing thrusts, driving me wild. He’s so good. It’s so good. The delicious sensations he causes are always an overload to my senses but I don’t ever want it to stop.
“Jonas…” I manage to croak out when that delicious white-hot heat makes me gush.
“I know baby. I wanna come so bad but I love watching the way you take me. It’s my favorite thing. I want to crawl into your skin and stay inside all day, every day. Beautiful, beautiful Raven. Mine,” thrust “mine,” thrust “mine.” Thrust .
The tentative ministrations have me so high, the absolute pinnacle of pleasure but I can’t help but imagine Damon’s tongue replacing his fingers and I come, come, come for my demigod, milking and squeezing him while he groans “fuck!’ his release painting my inner walls with his seed.
We stay together. Panting. My panties are still around my ankles, one thigh high at my knee.
He pulls out, not cleaning me up, he tugs my panties up and then helps me redress into my usual large T-shirt which is one of his.
“Keep me inside. I want to come and fuck my cum back into you.” He says, tucking me into bed.
I sit up, eyebrows knitted together in question.
“I’m going to get us food.” He replies while he puts on his clothes and kisses my forehead. “Take a nap. I’ll be right back.” He slips out of the room and my phone buzzes.
Damon: That wasn’t very nice, Raven.
Damon: I have more cameras.
Damon: I’ll just place them where they won’t be as easy to find.
I roll my eyes and exit out of his thread and open another.
Unknown: You are not exempt because of today. Charles Cullen. Hand in your debate to me and only me by EOD Thursday.
Unknown: and the next time you feel like going for a stroll in the woods, let me know.
Maverick: Wouldn’t want you to decide to go cliff diving again.
That bastard.
I freeze, wondering how Maverick got my number as I save it. My eyes narrow at Damon’s name when I see Axel’s pop up. My thumb hesitates over the answer button. I know what this call is about, and I really thought he’d call sooner. I’ve been dreading it all weekend. I decide to answer.
“Hey sis.” He greets me sadly and I smile at him.
His hair is longer, a darker shade, browner than blonde, and looks as though he’s been running his fingers through it all day.
From what I can see, he’s in his own lake house just outside of Hartford, in his home office.
“I’m sure you’ve heard Tyler Prescott was found dead Saturday morning in his hotel suite? ”
I prop my phone up and nod.