15. A Prophecy
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A Prophecy
“Head down, baby girl.”
As his thumb ran along her spine, Keith bit his bottom lip until he tasted blood. Merely touching her made him hard. Her scent was an aphrodisiac. Her soft skin lured him like a magnet.
And as his thumb caressed her smooth neck, it suddenly occurred to Keith that he’d be drawing blood from the point of his obsession… to make her a Reaper… With her permission.
She wanted this. To join him. To be his. And it excited Keith beyond comprehension.
Deja exhaled in anticipation. She glanced up at Caleb, who wore a frustrated scowl on his face, matching Ian’s irritated expression as he prepared a first-aid kit.
Her eyes landed on Jax, who was staring at her as if he were dissecting her.
His last words about a supposed prophecy lingered in her mind.
“You don’t have to do this,” Caleb said, breaking the silence.
“I know,” she said, her breathing escalating as Keith ran an alcohol swab along her neck.
“Remember to keep it on for no more than 8 seconds,” Ian warned.
“I got it,” Keith muttered, grabbing the hot iron with a thick glove. “Baby girl…” Tilting her head back, Deja looked at Keith. “This is going to hurt…” he warned her. “...a lot.” She noticed the uncertainty flicker in Keith’s eyes.
“Here, babe,” Caleb said, rolling up a towel.
“Bite down on this.” After placing the towel in her mouth, Caleb held her hand and nodded at Keith.
Deja looked from Caleb’s worried eyes to Jax’s serious, unwavering gaze that locked her in.
She could see the war behind his eyes as protest itched on his lips.
The sensation felt cold at first. As if cold metal had touched her skin. Only because her pain receptors hadn’t caught up yet…
Her eyes widened in shock as she screamed into the towel. Her brain went fuzzy. As if all her senses had been scrambled. The smell of her own burnt flesh filled her nostrils before her vision blurred.
“I just think you should focus on telling her what you were told and skip the part about… meeting the devil.”
“It doesn’t make sense to tell her the message but not about the messenger.”
“You sound insane.”
“She’s waking up. Grab the ibuprofen.”
Deja’s eyes fluttered open when she felt a pillow beneath her face and inhaled Jax’s scent. She felt Jax’s fingers massaging her scalp as another pair of hands gently dabbed at the pain on her neck. “Fucking finally,” Jax muttered. “Are you almost done?”
“Almost,” Ian said, applying ointment around her scarred skin. “Stay still, sweetheart.” Deja remained still, lying on Jax’s lap as Ian cleaned her wound. The throbbing pain lingered, further agitated by Ian’s care. Once he finished, Jax sat her up as Ian handed her pills and a glass of water.
“How are you feeling?” Jax asked, kissing her temple.
“Numb,” Deja rasped with exhaustion.
“I used numbing ointment to help with the pain,” Ian advised. Deja smiled at Ian gratefully as he affectionately kissed her fingers. “You did well, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.”
“Very proud,” Jax said, holding her tightly.
Deja looked at Jax through the mirror. “About this… prophecy…”
“Perhaps we should wait till the painkillers kick in,” Ian said.
“Her ears work well enough, Ian,” Jax said, annoyed.
“It’s not her ears that I’m worried about, but rather her mind,” Ian said curtly.
Jax snorted. “Because you think I’m insane.”
“I don’t think, I know. Yet I still follow your every word. So, I guess I’m insane too!” Ian snapped.
“Could you two argue like a newly-divorced couple in the hallway so I can kiss my baby girl?” Keith interrupted.
“Yeah, no, seriously. Take it outside,” Caleb said, entering the room.
Jax went to protest when their phones buzzed. The men exchanged glances before Ian rolled his eyes. “Fine,” Jax muttered. Deja watched, confused, as Jax and Ian left, while Caleb and Keith took their places at her side.
“What was that all about?” she asked.
“Reaper shit,” Keith said, sitting at her feet.
“It’s already healing really well,” Caleb mused as he sat behind her, inspecting her neck.
“Keith did a good job,” Deja smiled at Keith.
“Anything for my baby girl,” Keith grinned, leaning forward to kiss her.
“His head is big enough. Don’t encourage him,” Caleb snorted.
Deja chuckled as she rested against Caleb’s chest. “When did you get yours?” she asked. Keith silently laced his fingers with hers as he stared at her hand, his thumb tracing the lines in her palm. Deja frowned. “Keith?”
“The age of induction for those born to Reapers is 14,” Caleb said, caressing her shoulder.
Deja blinked in shock. “But that’s… still a child.”
Keith shrugged with a smile. “It’s no big deal, baby girl.”
Deja frowned as she tried to relax so as not to agitate her wound. She looked towards the doorway where Ian and Jax were silently arguing. “How come Jamie disliked Jax so much as a kid?”
Keith snorted. “Have you met the guy?”
Deja rolled her eyes. “Jax wasn’t always like this. He became this way because of The Society. All of you are the way you are because of The Society.”
Caleb stared at Jax while caressing Deja’s shoulder.
“Because of me…” Caleb said quietly, catching Keith’s attention.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it…
why Jamie hated him so much. It had always been the two of us against the world.
Then Jax came along and… saved us. And I loved him for being the family we needed. But Jamie…”
“He was jealous,” Deja said. “He didn’t like that you were so attached to Jax. He saw Jax as a threat to the bond you had.” Caleb remained silent, marinating on Deja’s words.
“I get jealous too, but I don’t go killing people for it,” Keith shrugged.
“That is the biggest lie,” Deja laughed.
“I don’t even know how he said that with a straight face,” Caleb smirked. “You scalped someone just for looking at Deja.”
“No, I didn’t- Oh, right, the beer guy. Look, I meant jealous of my brothers, okay? Not my baby girl. I’ll disembowel a motherfucker,” Keith said, kissing her knee.
“You’d do that regardless,” Deja laughed.
Keith grinned. “You seem well enough to be a smartass. You well enough to get fucked?”
“You keep your dick away from me, psycho,” she teased.
“I’d sooner cut it off,” Keith said, pulling off her panties. “At least let me taste you, baby girl. You took that hot iron like a fucking champ, and I’m so goddamn turned on.”
“You’re always turned on,” Deja grinned.
“No shit. Just looking at you makes me wanna go fucking feral on your ass,” Keith said, hooking her legs over his shoulders.
Deja shivered as Keith’s face nuzzled the inside of her thigh.
Her body trembling at the way his breath tickled her pussy.
“She smells so fucking good,” Keith groaned, pushing his nose against her labia.
Caleb grinned as his hands slid under her arms before he cupped her breasts. “Then have a fucking feast…”
Deja’s back arched, a gasp escaping her lips as Keith’s pierced tongue plunged into her without warning. Her head fell back against Caleb’s chest until she met his mischievous gaze before his lips claimed hers.
Her body writhed on the bed as Keith’s mouth devoured her pussy, sucking her clit as if it were his life source.
Caleb’s grip tightened on her swollen breasts, his thumbs playing with her sensitive nipples as he controlled her mouth.
He reveled in her whimpering, her panting, her moans, making him twitch and throb.
Deja’s hips moved like they were fighting Keith’s mouth, desperate to feel more of his tongue, yet trying to pull away as if it were too much. But her wild Reaper held her down, punishing her pussy with his tongue like she had a debt to pay.
As Caleb released her lips to kiss her neck, sucking on her skin to leave his mark, Deja’s hands fell to the back of Keith’s head. Her fingers desperately pulling at his long blond locks as he curled his tongue, his piercing probing her spot.
“I take everything you say at face value… always.”
“Yet, you have a problem with this.”
Ian rubbed his temples. “How much belief do you expect us to suspend, Jax? I can barely comprehend it myself. How can you expect her to?”
“You underestimate her.”
Their argument was interrupted by the sound of Deja’s erotic cries of pleasure. Peeking into the room, their eyes fell upon their woman sandwiched between Keith, devouring her pussy, and Caleb groping her breasts as his tongue painted her neck.
Her eyes slowly opened, catching Jax and Ian staring at her with an animalistic, wild lust. But instead of averting her eyes, she held their gaze, while tightening one hand on Keith’s scalp and the other on the back of Caleb’s neck.
“God, yes! That’s it, baby. Just like that… Oh, Daddy, you make this pussy feel so good. Make me cum, Daddy…”
Jax sharply exhaled. “We’ll finish this conversation later,” he said, entering the room.
“What conversation?” Ian muttered, closing the door behind them.
Rolling her tongue around the tip, Deja relaxed her jaw as she slowly inched Ian’s thick, veiny erection into her mouth.
She felt his muscular thighs tensing beneath her palms. Ian’s fingers dug into her scalp with a strong grip, trying to be as gentle as possible despite her mouth eliciting an animalistic need to violently fuck her throat.
But he didn’t want to do that to her. Not when Jax was on the brink of splitting her in two.
With two large hands gripping her hips so tightly the veins on his hands popped, Jax slammed into Deja’s pussy with such ferocity she nearly collapsed on the bed.
Her legs trembled, barely able to keep herself up.
Her ass clenched, her walls tightening around his unforgiving manhood that ferociously fucked her as his thumb probed her anus, slipping in and out, deeper and harder.
The bed was soaked with her arousal that stained her thighs and dripped from her pussy, luring Jax’s relentless fingers to tease, play, and punish.