25. Her Reapers #2
But again, Jax had caught up to him before he could get much distance. He gagged as Jax’s large hand violently grabbed his throat. Dak-Ho’s nails scratched at Jax’s already mutilated fingers as he fought for air.
“You wanted to play the game…” Jax growled. “...play the fucking game!”
Dak-Ho’s eyes widened as Jax hooked 4 fingers into his mouth, clutching his jaw.
Deja stared through the large, floor-to-ceiling window, watching her Reapers below. She had eyes on them the moment the game started.
Her gaze was on Jax. Watching him hook his fingers into Dak-Ho’s mouth, she curiously tilted her head.
Her eyes widened the moment Jax’s icy blue glare met hers.
She didn’t think he’d be able to see her from so far away.
But he kept his eyes on her as he hooked another pair of fingers at the top of Dak-Ho’s mouth.
Deja’s lips parted in shock, watching Jax brutally rip Dak-Ho’s head open as blood splattered his face, neck, and chest. Her heart skipped several beats as she bit her lip.
Even with their distance, Jax caught the subtle quiver in Deja’s lips, and a small grin etched across his face. Deja sharply exhaled as she got caught in his enthralling gaze full of bloodthirst and lust.
“Damn. Jax is brutal,” Renee said, startling Deja from her heated thoughts. “It’s like he’s not even human sometimes.”
Anxiously rubbing the back of her neck, Deja remained silent as her gaze shifted to Keith.
She twitched with a need she wasn’t expecting.
Her pupils dilated as she watched Keith run after someone, then catch them from beneath the stairs.
As they fell on the steps, Keith gutted them with his machete, and blood and entrails rained down on him from above.
Swallowing hard, Deja took a step back, lightly fanned herself, and sharply exhaled. Her jaw twisted as Keith’s gaze landed on her. Wearing someone else’s face, drenched in so much blood he didn’t look recognizable, Keith looked like a complete and utter psychopath.
And it turned Deja on.
Even beneath his fleshy mask, she could see his flirtatious, cocky grin. Lifting his bloodstained machete, Keith kept his eyes on her as he ran his tongue along the edge of the blade, before motioning to her with his tongue ring.
And it made Deja hot all over as her pussy throbbed.
Renee tilted her head with confusion at Deja’s odd movements. “Are… are you turned on by this?”
“No,” Deja said a little too quickly, anxiously pulling her baby hairs. Renee grinned knowingly.
“The Game has concluded. All surviving Reapers, please return to the center of the Arena.”
Kang-Dae leaned against the wall, watching the remaining Reapers file in. He immediately spotted the Donovan Clan and wasn’t surprised that they were all still alive. As Jax was the last to walk in, Kang-Dae’s eyes fell to half of Dak-Ho’s bloodied head still dangling from Jax’s fingers.
Spotting Kang-Dae, Jax casually approached him and tossed the head until it rolled across the floor. “Sorry,” Jax said simply. “I’m assuming you were friends.”
Kang-Dae stared at Dak-Ho’s head and sighed. “Well… I tried to warn him…”
Jax shoved his bloodstained hands into his pockets. “Are we done here?”
Kang-Dae twisted his mouth. “Just tallying up the points.”
Sitting on a ledge, Esme kicked her legs next to Ian, who continued to read from his novel. “Lemme know when you get to the smutty part,” she said.
“Esme…” Ian muttered when he looked up and saw Keith and Caleb strolling in, coated in blood. “...for the love of Roselyn…”
“You look disgusting,” Esme snorted.
“You must be looking in a mirror,” Keith said mockingly.
“Shut up. They’re about to announce the winner,” Caleb said.
“The winner is the only team that didn’t lose any Reapers– The Donovan Clan!”
“Obviously,” Keith smirked.
“Can we leave now?” Ian sighed, turning the page.
“Who had the most kills?!” Keith shouted.
“Anything to feed that ego,” Ian muttered.
“I just wanna hear them say I got the most kills,” Keith grinned.
“3rd highest kills in the arena come from Caleb Byrnes with a body count of 54.”
Caleb raised his brows, surprised. “Nice.”
“In second place with a body count of 76… Keith Donovan.”
“Second place?!” Keith blurted. “Fuck outta here!”
“In first place, with a body count of 87… Esme Arquette!”
“What?!” Keith growled as Esme whooped.
“Oh, yeah! That’s right! I won. Bow down, bitches!” Esme said, shimmying her shoulders.
“Recount!” Keith demanded as Caleb laughed.
Jax headed downstairs to the private courtyard showers, stopping only to meet Kang-Dae, Jae, and their hulk Him-Chan. The three of them respectfully nodded their heads before a man in a black suit with long black hair down to his shoulders stepped in front of Jax.
Jax’s face broke into a familiar smile. “Ji-Yoo… you’re late.”
Ji-Yoo grinned. “I’m sorry I missed the festivities. But I can see you had fun.”
Jax snorted. “If you can call it that.”
“He basically killed everyone,” Jae smirked.
“Not everyone,” Kang-Dae snorted. “Well… He did kill Dak-Ho.”
“Dak-Ho? He was probably talking shit,” Ji-Yoo mused.
“He was,” Jax, Kang-Dae, and Jae said simultaneously.
Ji-Yoo smiled. “I apologize for his ignorance. But I am happy to see you. You know you and your brothers are always welcome here. My family… we owe you a great debt for what you did for us.”
“You owe me nothing,” Jax said. “Your friendship is enough.” Ji-Yoo smiled with a simple nod. “How is your sister?” Jax continued.
Ji-Yoo smiled sadly. “Still alive… and fighting. Which is the most important thing. But she still hasn’t spoken.”
Jax placed a comforting hand on Ji-Yoo’s shoulder. “Give her time.”
Ji-Yoo looked at Jax curiously. “Something’s changed about you… Jax Donovan…”
“Ji-Yoo! Long time no see! What’s up?!” Keith bombarded them, throwing his arms around Ji-Yoo.
“Keith, you’re covered in blood,” Ian muttered.
“It’s fine,” Ji-Yoo smirked as he hugged Keith back. “Headed to the showers?”
“Yes, I feel disgusting,” Ian sighed, shaking Ji-Yoo’s hand. “Nice to see you again, Ji-Yoo.”
Ji-Yoo glanced at Caleb curiously. “...this must be Jamie’s twin.”
“Finally! Holy fuck!” Caleb blurted before catching himself. “Sorry. Nice to meet you… whoever you are-”
“No time for chatting! I see my baby girl!” Keith said, grabbing Caleb by the collar and dragging him towards the showers.
Ji-Yoo raised a brow. “I seem to be keeping you from someone. Your girlfriend?”
Jax smiled. “The mother of my child… and my future wife.”
With her fingers tracing the railing, her heartbeat matching the pulsation between her thighs, Deja stepped into the steamy courtyard showers that were barely lit by the red lights hovering above.
She struggled to see through the mist, trying to dodge the spraying water when she jumped back, startled as Keith nearly tackled her. “Fuck I missed you-” Keith started.
“Ugh, Keith!” she said with her hand pushing his chest back. “I’m not touching you until you remove that thing from your face!”
“Why? He looks better with it,” a freshly cleaned Esme wrapped in a towel snorted, walking past them as she headed up the stairs.
“Come on, baby girl. You don’t like it?” Keith teased, trying to grab her.
“Not until you clean yourself off,” she smirked, grabbing the hose. She turned it on, and Keith nearly fell backward from the force of it. “Oh my god! Sorry, I didn’t know it would be that strong!” she panicked.
“Don’t apologize. He deserved it.”
Deja barely turned around before Caleb was grabbing her waist and roughly pulling her against him.
With his mask rolled to his nose, pushing his lips against hers, he slid his tongue into her mouth with a ravenous groan as his hands grabbed her ass over her dress.
“God, I missed you- You smell so fucking good,” he said, impatiently pulling at her dress. “Take this shit off-”
“Excuse you,” she laughed, pushing him back. “You’re gross too, Caleb,” she said, spraying him with the hose.
“You know you shouldn’t be in here.” Grabbing her hand, Ian gracefully spun Deja into his embrace until she was pressed against his chest. His fingers pressed into her lower back as he looked at her lips.
“We’ve just been on a killing spree. The bloodlust is still raging.
Adrenaline still pumping…” Ian gently caressed her lips with his as his hand slid between her thighs, teasingly rubbing her pussy over her panties.
“It isn’t safe for a little, delicate thing like you to be around all this… aggression…”
Deja sharply inhaled, and Ian filled her mouth with his tongue. Every gasp from his probing fingers, he swallowed with an unrelenting kiss.
“It’s a very bad move…”
Deja felt something hard press against her ass before Caleb’s cologne filled her nostrils. His nose nudged the back of her ear as his lips kissed the side of her neck. “I’m still in the mood to tear something apart…” Caleb groaned, lifting the hem of her dress.
Deja felt Caleb’s fingers loop into the waistband of her panties and tug before she pulled away from both of them. She panted, trying to catch her breath, still holding the hose. She looked at Caleb, startled that he was holding her ripped panties.
“I meant your pussy, not your panties,” Caleb teased.
“It’s a start,” Ian smiled.
Deja rubbed her thighs together. “You guys… are covered in blood.”
“She says that like it doesn’t turn her on,” Caleb grinned.
“She’s not very good at lying, is she?” Ian smirked with his hands in his pockets.
“Nope,” Caleb winked at her. “You’re wet, aren’t you, baby?”
Deja felt her clit throb at their provocative gaze. “You know what-” She squealed before she could finish her sentence as Keith rushed her, picking her up onto his waist.
“Mask is off, baby girl,” Keith said, smothering her lips with his. The hose fell from her hands as Keith sat her bare ass on a black marble ledge, and the ceiling showerhead rained down on them.
Leaning back on her hands, Deja groaned as Keith kissed down her stomach, pulled her thighs apart, and buried his face between her legs. “God, Keith!” she panted.