10. Their Goddess #2
She stared at him, wondering if he was another Reaper sent to target her, when he slowly tilted his head and playfully waved his fingers. Deja snorted, unamused. “Terminator lookin’-ass,” she muttered, walking back to the bar.
“That was nasty.”
“Liar. You fucking loved it,” Keith grinned. “You were literally grinning from ear to ear as you scalped him.”
Caleb snorted. “I was laughing because he was screaming like a bitch!”
Keith cackled. “Same fucking thing, you psychopath!”
Their laughter ceased as a woman wearing a short, glittery dress danced towards them. “You guys are cute. Wanna buy me a drink?”
Keith grinned. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to take drinks from strangers?”
She smirked. “Not when they’re as hot as you.”
Caleb snorted. “We could be serial killers for all you know,” Keith grinned.
Her finger playfully traced the tattoos painting Keith’s biceps. “...that’s hot,” she teased.
Caleb shook his head into his drink. “No survival instincts, whatsoever.”
She playfully poked Caleb. “Now you! You could be a serial killer with your friendly neighbor vibes.”
Caleb blinked, confused. “I give friendly neighbor vibes?” Caleb asked as Keith cackled.
“I’m kidding,” she teased. “Come on, get a drink with me.”
Leaning down, Keith smirked at her mischievously. “What if I told you that I like to slice throats for fun?”
She snorted. “I’d tell you that you watch too much TV.”
Keith grinned. “TV is fantasy, babe. The real deal is so much better. The sound of metal slicing through soft flesh. Of warm blood slipping between your fingers. Watching the life drain from someone’s eyes…”
Her smile slowly fell as she looked at Keith, disturbed. He teased one of her blonde curls and smiled. “I like blondes. The last blonde I fucked was so pretty, I took off her face and hung it on my wall.”
Eyes widening, she quickly stepped back. “Freak,” she muttered before walking away.
“There goes my free drink,” Keith sighed.
“Asshole,” Caleb grinned as Deja approached them.
She noticed the woman walking off before she glanced at Keith. “Wow! I confess my love to you, and you’re already talking to other women,” she smirked.
“What?!” Keith snapped.
“So unfaithful! So unloyal!” Deja teased dramatically, turning away from him. “Already looking at other women! Men. I tell ya-”
Caleb laughed as Keith grabbed Deja’s arm, yanking her back towards him. “Don’t fucking play with me,” Keith muttered.
Deja chuckled as Keith grabbed her neck and smothered her lips with a ferocious kiss. She rubbed her bruised mouth and looked at Caleb. “Still nothing?” she asked.
“Not yet,” Caleb said, looking around. “I’m keeping an eye out.”
“Well, in the meantime…” Keith said, grabbing Deja’s hand. “Let’s dance.”
“Keith, that’s not what we’re here for,” Caleb warned.
“Better than standing around doing jack-shit,” Keith said, dragging Deja onto the dancefloor. Caleb rolled his eyes as they disappeared into the crowd.
Deja laughed hysterically as Keith pulled her against him and, holding her hips, started grinding his pelvis into hers. Wearing a playful smirk, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her hips moving in sync with his. Her fingers entangled in his long blond locks as their eyes locked.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I will bend you over and fuck you in front of all these people…” Keith warned.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll just stare at the ceiling then,” she teased, throwing her head back.
But Keith grabbed her throat to pull her back to him.
She winced as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit down.
Pressing her hands against his chest, she swayed to the music, enjoying the musical chaos around her.
Keith’s fingers pressed into the small of her back, trailing over her backside.
Pushing his face into her neck, he deeply inhaled as he reached under her skirt and grabbed two handfuls of her bare ass. “Fuck… I forgot I stole your panties…”
“Keith…” Deja muttered, trying to pull her skirt back down.
“Come on, baby girl…” he groaned, playfully spreading her cheeks. “You love it when they watch… remember?”
Deja exhaled shakily as she felt Keith’s finger slide between her ass and brush over her anus, before teasing her damp pussy.
Her thighs quivered as his fingers moved in gentle strokes.
“Caleb looks irritated. Loser. Ian looks starved, of course, poor bastard. Jax looks… Jax looks fucking livid, shit…” Keith snickered.
“...watching their woman get finger-fucked in the middle of a rave…” Keith nibbled her earlobe.
Her fingers dug into his shoulder blades as he roughly pushed two fingers inside of her, his hips never missing a musical beat. “...do you think about it?” he whispered.
“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“...what it’ll be like when we all fuck you at the same time…” he snickered. “Think you can handle it? I mean, you only have 3 holes, but… we can get creative-”
“Keith,” Deja said, flustered as she pushed him off. “You can’t- You just- Dammit! I need to use the restroom-” She turned to walk off when he pulled her back against his chest.
“Now you’re thinking about it,” he teased, nudging his nose into her hair.
With one arm possessively wrapped around her, his other hand affectionately grazed the inside of her thigh.
“Got you soaked, didn’t I, baby girl? Now it’s all you can think about…
Getting filled to the fucking brim until you’re gasping for air… Praying to God, we don’t break you…”
Keith chuckled in her ear. “I wanna break you so fucking bad, baby…”
Deja bit down on her lip as she felt Keith’s erection press into her back.
Her body overheated with desire when she finally spotted Jax and Ian on the other side of the room.
They had clearly stopped in the middle of whatever they were doing to look at her, and the mix of raw desire and sexual frustration in their gaze made her core vibrate.
She instinctively pushed back against Keith, rolling her hips to the music as she playfully grabbed her chest. It took everything in her not to burst into laughter at the dramatic reaction she elicited from both brothers.
“You tease,” Keith grinned. “If you really wanna give them a show…”
Deja turned her head as Keith’s tongue snaked into her mouth. She felt his hand aggressively grab her breast while the other slipped under her skirt. “Keith,” she said, grabbing his hand.
“They wanna see you, baby…” he whispered against her lips, pulling her skirt up. Deja felt the cool breeze against her bare pussy as Keith’s fingers slid between her labia.
Ian slowly exhaled as he readjusted his tightened pants. It was so simple to end his torment and look away. But there she was like a goddess in a sea of mutiny… dripping, begging, and radiating a heat that lured him like a siren luring its prey.
“Damn him,” Ian muttered, habitually flipping his switchblade between his fingers. “I need a drink.”
Jax remained silent as he watched his brother finger Deja on the dancefloor unbeknownst to the ravers around them. He looked down when he realized he had accidentally snapped another switchblade in half and stuffed the broken pieces into his pocket.
He would punish her for teasing him and tear her apart later. “Over there,” Jax said, pointing to a group of men. Ian shot back a glass of scotch before accompanying Jax.
“The fuck are you guys doing?!” Caleb snapped, knocking Deja and Keith out of their erotic serenity. “This is the opposite of laying low!” he whispered angrily. He grabbed Deja’s hand, but she pulled him back.
“Were you watching?” she teased.
“Of course, he was watching. That’s why he’s bitching,” Keith grinned as Deja laughed. “Jealous motherfucker.”
Caleb snorted as he hooked his fingers into Deja’s skirt and yanked her towards him. “Don’t let that fucker get your pussy destroyed, babe. I’m trying to be gracious.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to be,” she said before she could stop herself.
Caleb looked at her, surprised, before his eyes darkened and he sandwiched her between Keith. “...you want to get fucked in the middle of the dance floor?”
Keith cackled. “I just said that!”
“Why is that the go-to thought?!” Deja laughed.
“Because you just let Keith finger-fuck you in front of- Don’t play fucking obtuse! You know what you’re doing!” Caleb snapped as Deja laughed. Fisting his shirt, Deja smashed her lips against Caleb’s as she stood on her toes, trying to work her tongue into his mouth.
Caleb groaned as he pushed her into Keith, his hands groping her curves before he felt the dampness between her thighs.
“Fucking hell, Deja, are you kidding me, baby…” Caleb muttered.
Deja’s head fell back against Keith’s shoulder as Caleb’s mouth latched onto the swell of her breast. Keith bit into her neck, his tongue ring caressing her bruise.
Their fingers fighting her clothes to feel her skin as her damp thighs rubbed together with need.
She reveled in their touch when she again noticed the hooded man with the skull mask and metallic jaw watching her from across the room. He waved his gloved fingers again. This time… they were bloody.
“Guys,” she said, pushing them off. “Wait- look.”
Keith and Caleb looked in the direction she was staring. “...what are we looking for?” Caleb asked.
Deja furrowed her brows at how quickly he disappeared. “There… there was a guy wearing a mask.”
“Baby girl, half the people in here are wearing masks,” Keith said.
Deja frowned as she searched the crowd, when Caleb fixed her clothes. “They found them,” he said. “Time to get to work.”
“Nice show you put on there,” Ian muttered as Caleb, Keith, and Deja met him and Jax on the staircase.
Deja tried to hide her smirk, but Jax had already caught on and pulled her towards him. “...Keith is going to get you in trouble one of these days,” Jax warned her as he pulled out a mask.
“That’s what I told her,” Caleb grinned. “She wants to learn the hard way, though.”
Deja rolled her eyes. “Why do I need to wear a mask?” she asked.