Chapter 13
Specimen C
Lucifer Davenport
The room is louder than it should be. Not the sounds or the movements. The thoughts. They’re everywhere.
“Look at them.”
“Look at what you’ve been given.”
“All of them breaking in different ways.”
I rock slowly in the chair, back and forth. Back and forth. My fingers drag across my lips as I smile.
“Yes, doesn’t she look magnificent? God, her moans are spectacular,” I say, laughing.
I see it now. The drug didn’t cloud anything.
It peeled it open. Every instinct, impulse, and weakness laid bare.
But right now, I’m transfixed on my Giggling Goddess, laying on the bed completely naked with Killian between her legs.
“He’s touching what isn’t his.”
“Take her.”
“Give her what she needs.”
I tilt my head, watching his tongue flick her little clit. My mouth is watering for a taste.
“Nothing is his,” I growl as I follow his fingers as they roam every inch of her, making every touch, every moan, and shiver a record for him to keep. He’s taking her apart without even realizing it and she’s letting him.
For whatever reason, I can hear her cunt dripping onto the sheets as his fingers pump slowly into and out of her.
Fuck, I want to taste every last drop. I want to be the sheets.
Fuck! I stop rocking and the chair creaks as I slowly stand.
She shivers and screams as her body bows off the bed while digging her nails into his scalp.
Her body convulses as she soaks his face, making my dick throb in my pants. Shit! I need to have her.
Jagger kicks one of the beds, interrupting my show, then I look at Vinny who still is unmoving. Whatever, asshole.
I walk over to the bed and run my finger up her thigh and over her stomach to the bottom of her tits. Killian doesn’t look up. He’s too busy—too focused on her soaked core to care about me being near.
The room bends around me the way it always does because it knows something they don’t. Control isn’t force. It’s permission, and I know how to take it without asking. “Killian,” I say softly as he continues to eat her pussy. “Killian,” I say again, and he growls.
“I’m not finished,” he spits, and I smile, stepping closer.
“No?” I ask, then lean down next to him. “But you’re approaching it wrong,” I say, letting the words sink in. His hand pauses and there it is. The hesitation, even if it's for only a second. Lolli’s eyes flick to mine.
“There she is.”
“She hears you.”
“Take her.”
I crouch at the edge of the bed, close enough to feel the heat coming off of her.
I take my fingers and reach between her thighs, dragging them through the mess she made.
Her breathing stutters as she watches me bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean.
My taste buds burst in my mouth as I whirl my tongue around my own fingers and groan.
“You taste so fucking sweet. Just like I imagined. Pink cotton candy,” I say, and she moans as Killian continues to finger fuck her drenched cunt. But her attention—is on me. Her eyes are hooded, darkening the more he pumps into her.
“Lolli,” I whisper, and her lips part slightly.
“Luci,” she whimpers, and my dick jumps. Hearing her use a nickname for me makes me smile.
“What are you feeling?” I ask as Killian exhales sharply.
“She’s shattering,” Killian states, but I don’t look at him. I keep my eyes on her.
“I didn’t ask you,” I growl as the room tightens. Jagger stops pacing, and Vinny steps closer.
“Push.”
“Take it.”
“Now!”
I lean in, brushing my lips against hers. “Tell me,” I say softly as her fingers reach up and drag through my hair. My eyes shut and I take a deep breath.
“Everything,” she whispers. “Nothing.” She giggles then moans. “Too much,” she whines, and my smile deepens. I press my lips against hers, letting our tongues dance around each other. I groan as she sucks my tongue into her mouth, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh.
“She needs grounding,” Killian states, and I pull away to finally look at him.
“And you think this is the way to do it?” I ask, and he pauses, because he truly doesn’t know what she needs.
Not like I do. I turn back to look at her.
“Look at me,” I say, and her head snaps in my direction.
There it is. That’s mine. “Breathe,” I say, and her chest rises, slower this time.
“Again.” And she follows. Killian notices and removes his fingers from inside her.
“You’re taking her from him.”
“Oh, I love it.”
“She was yours to begin with.”
“No,” I whisper. “I’m giving her something better.”
Her breathing steadies and her body shifts. “What do you need? What do you want?” I ask, and she smiles.
“Blood,” she states, and I nod, looking around the room, but her hand cupping my face, pulling it towards her, has my eyes widening. “I need to bleed. I need to kill. I need to scream,” she whispers, and I lean in, brushing my lips against hers once again.
“Then take it. Show me who you are. Show us,” I encourage, but she shakes her head. “You don’t need to be held down to lose control. You just need to be guided,” I state, and her fingers curl into the sheets.
“Yes.”
“She’s yours.”
“She’s ours.”
I smile against the space between us, because the experiment gave me clarity. Everything is visible, usable. Her hand pulls at my shirt, fisting it. “If I told you that these scars were not made by my doing, would you believe me?” she asks, and I nod.
“I know they aren’t and it hurts you deep inside knowing that everyone tells you differently,” I say, and she smiles.
“I need to make them pay. I need out,” she states, and I nod again.
“You will. We will. But first, let's unleash the beast and have fun while doing it,” I tell her, and she sits up, not worrying about covering herself. Suddenly, the door buzzes and opens. Two guards walk in and flashes of light hit my vision as Lolli screams my name, then everything darkens.