27. Kairhyse

27

Kairhyse

T he call with Sydni ended about five hours ago, and I've been a wreck ever since. I went down to the gym, but even that couldn't distract me.

She left her phone with me, which was smart because I would have already gone after her at this point. It's been eight hours since she left for the party, and I can't fathom why it's taking so long. I have to trust her, fucking Beyond: Trust.

I've got the fire going and it's been burning since I came to sit in the living room. I don't think it's ever been lit before Xeraphine came into my life, at least, not since buying this apartment. Vampires don't get cold, and I've never been a fan of cleaning the damn thing. However, I'll clean it for her.

What have I become?

My phone buzzes in my lap, and I see it's a text from Sydni. The preview makes me quickly open it to see the entire message:

Sydni (Butterfly) [7:22]

Rhysie-poo, can you turn the news on ?

I'm up and moving toward the kitchen, the tablet that is installed for ingredients also has internet, so I tap in and flip through to the Sidence local news stations website. I pull up a live feed, and respond to her so she knows I'm doing as she asked.

I'm watching.

I can see that she is responding, but my focus is on the news caster that is beginning the segment.

"We are continuing the story from earlier this morning, a triple homicide, and fourth death by self-inflicted wound." My entire body goes numb. "Tragic news tonight as the Bastilla twins, Dominic and Dante, sons of the Mortars' own Mordekaiser Bane Bastilla, were found murdered by their driver. His name we are withholding out of respect for the family. Additionally, a third victim, an unidentified woman, was also found at the scene."

No… What?!

Buzz. Buzz.

Sydni (Butterfly) [7:25]

Rhysie-poo, wait. I'm sending you a long message, keep settled please.

"Authorities arrived on the scene where the once employed driver of the Bastilla family turned the weapon on himself before authorities could subdue him. Janet—" the male reporter turns to his co-host, "—what are your thoughts on this? Maybe a disgruntled employee finally at his breaking point?"

The blonde reporter nods, "It sure does seem that way, but again, this story is just breaking. We can't say much until further details come to light."

Their voices drown out as I get another text.

Sydni (Butterfly) [7:28]

I was monitoring the dispatch calls, and have been redirected everything. She is currently in the Sidence Morgue, this happened about three hours ago. I didn't tell you because I feared you would go and try to collect her body. I've mixed up her file with another tenant in the morgue, and her "body" will accidentally be burned. Not actually burned, obvi, but she had to appear dead for nothing to be placed on her. Succubae cannot die, Rhysie-poo. Even if her heart did stop, it will repair itself, and she'll come back. This isn't the first time she's had to do something like this.

You're asking yourself: "Why did she make me watch the news?" Aren't you? Huh? Hehe. It's because I'm unsure of where she'll go afterwards, and would rather get to you before you see it and freak out. I like you, and I want to keep you informed. Just do as she asks, don't go after her. If I know my Phiny she'll probably go home, shower, and go to bed casually as if she didn't just murder people. Such a—what do you call her—little demon thing to do.

Hehehehe??

I quickly turn the news off and set my phone down. I probably should respond to her, but I can't. Shutting my eyes, I lean forward and place my forehead onto my arm which is laying on the counter.

She's had to do this before? Fucking Vayl above…

Before I'm able to get lost in my thoughts a sudden soft knock filters to my ear, indicating someone is at my front door.

I reach it before another tap sounds and open it without hesitation.

"Delivery." Her voice is like music to my ears. She wears a stupid smile, as if she isn't covered in blood, likely all hers from the smell. A white lab coat and a hat far too big for her head are her only attempts to conceal the mess she's in.

Xeraphine takes a single step toward me, and I'm physically fighting my instinct to grab hold of her. "Okay, bad joke." Her hand reaches out, and I take it. "I know I look a mess." I try to disregard the healing bullet wound in the middle of her forehead. "Are you mute? Where are the witty comebacks?"

"You stink…" I whisper. Truthfully, I could care less how dirty she is, and she actually doesn't stink, I'm just unsure of what exactly to say.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Fair enough."

Maybe I'm in shock. That's the only explanation for my inability to talk properly. It's not only due to her being alive, or Sydni's impeccable timing, or even her battered appearance contrasted with her utterly normal demeanor.

No, it's because she came here. To me…

"If I stink so much, why the fuck aren't you moving out of my way?" She slowly moves around me, and I follow her with my gaze. "I need to shower, and I'll need a shirt."

Just before she takes the first step to go upstairs, she meets my impenetrable stare. Her eyebrows pull slightly downward, "I don't want to talk about it, not right now." She takes a deep breath, and I can see that she's fighting herself, but I'm unsure what it is she's battling against. "Will you shower with me?" Her silvern eyes gloss over with an emotion I've never seen from her.

I nod, and she continues upstairs. Her bloody footprints lead me straight to the master bedroom, where the lab coat lies on the floor, and the sound of the shower filters through the bathroom door.

Not bothering to take my clothes off, I follow her into the room filling with steam. It is nearly a mirror to the kitchen in style. Dark tiled walls, black hardware, and soft mood lighting maintain the theme of the entire apartment.

I see the canine marks on her shoulder, and I'd be furious if I knew they weren't already dead. They're healing, but I know she'll heal faster if she feeds .

As I step through the glass door into the shower, she puts her hand against my chest. "Why do you still have your clothes on? Don't tell me you're becoming shy… Ew…" When she turns, I glance at the healing bullet holes in her chest. "Stop being like this."

I shake my head and begin taking my shirt off.

"Kai—" As I get it up and over my head, I look down at her. "I'm not fragile."

"I know you aren't," I affirm, because it's the truth. My little demon could bring this world down to its knees, and that's undeniable. "I'll never treat you like glass, Xera. That isn't what's going on right now."

She stands under the water, letting it wash over her. The blood is caked on her and will need scrubbing, which she isn't doing herself.

"Then tell me," she demands.

"For once, I'm not sure what I should do to you," I say as I remove my pants and boxers, kicking them out of the shower before closing the glass door and stepping toward her. "I don't know if I should punish you for not letting me help so that you wouldn't have been hurt." My hand moves to the back of her neck, her head cranes to keep our gaze locked. She doesn't even care that the water is spilling into them; she just keeps staring into my eyes. "I don't know if I should leave this apartment and hunt down anyone that ever fucking laid a hand on you, even though you would hate me for doing it."

My opposite hand comes to her cheek and starts scrubbing away the blood, only moving down to her neck and chest when I've been successful in removing it from her skin. "I don't know if I should kiss you and thank the Gods themselves that you came here; came to me."

Her eyes shift between mine, the pupils focusing so hard they are nearly too small to see.

"I'm a Gods damn idiot because I should know, but I don't."

"You are some sort of idiot, that's for sure," she says through a soft laugh, "Overthinking about what to do with me." Her arms are around my neck and she's pulling me into a kiss before I can respond.

"Kai," she breathes out into my mouth, "just clean me off and then take your little demon. I need to feed."

My fingers lace through her hair, my arm moves around her waist to draw her body against mine in a desperate attempt to keep nothing between us.

"Don't tell me what to do," I whisper, a defiant pause in our kiss, only to reclaim her lips just as she smiles.

I reach up and grab the shower head to bring it close to her, letting the jet massage against her skin. Our lips never break apart, and she laces her fingers up and through my hair, daring me to contest that fact.

Unfortunately, I have to, "Needy I see," I purr, and she rolls her eyes and puts her hands up. "So submissive for me." I'm asking to get slapped, but I watch for it. Surprisingly it doesn't come.

I don't hesitate to begin moving the shower head around her, my fingers rubbing at her waist and stomach, drawing my fingers up her breast. My eyes try not to linger over her heart, where her skin and muscle are still exposed to the holes where the bullets went through. She's got three, none of them hit the same mark.

"Stop," she demands, "I'll heal when I feed."

I lift the shower head and spray her face, and as she tries to squirm away, I grab her around the waist. My lips move down to her shoulder, still marred from what I can only guess is a dog bite, possibly even a wolf.

I brush gently against the curve of her neck and whisper, "I'm admiring your body and how even under the most brutal of circumstances, you are still beautiful."

Her heart thrusts against her chest, and I can hear the grumble she emits through closed lips. I'm sure she hates that, but who am I not to make her feel this way? She may try to pretend like it doesn't affect her, but her body doesn't lie.

As much as I'd like to try and fluster her, I won't.

"Will you tell me how you did it?" I whisper and focus the water on her back while simultaneously running my hand over the curve of her ass.

She's moving her hands up my arms and over my shoulders, "Yes, but it's not dinner talk." I slip my hand down her plump cheek, and lift her leg. "Kai… clean…" she gasps as I move the stream of water between her thighs, and tilt it upward.

"Everything is dinner talk with us." I bite down on my tongue and slowly draw it across her open wound, just as her hips buck against me.

Her nails press against my skin, and she releases a moan, "You're getting—ah!" I move it closer toward her clit, and she calls out, "Distracted!"

"It's hard not to, plus, I'm just cleaning as you requested." The blood lacing my tongue against her wound is slowly helping her body put itself back together. I can see the stitching of her muscle, and the pull of her porcelain skin knitting together.

She vibrates against me, which reminds me to move the shower head away. I put it up over her head, and she leans back, gracing me with a smirk and an eye-roll. "You'll pay for that," she murmurs, shaking her hair out.

I reach up and slip the shower head back into its holder, then drag her under the falling water. My fingers lace through her drenched hair while my other hand lifts her up from around her hips, her legs encircling me immediately. "Make me suffer, little demon." Both of her hands cradle my face, and her smile is everything I'd chase to the ends of the world for.

She pushes her lips against mine roughly, my tongue welcoming hers. I move us against the wall, her bottom lip between my teeth as I suck and pull on it.

The feeling of her tight pussy squeezing my cock as I lower her onto me makes my head fall back. She's as tight as the first time I took her and I groan through clenched teeth. I struggle against her resistance, pushing her so hard that she pierces my skin with her nails.

Fucking Vayl above , my body quivers against her, grabbing at her hips and holding her steady as I begin my rhythmic thrusts into her. I don't know how to be gentle once I'm inside of her, and I know she doesn't want me to. I bend, finding myself pushing her limits, the hilt of my cock finding comfort inside of her.

"Gods damn," I breathe, "that's it." Her head hits the wall as she squirms at being completely filled, "Tell me how good it feels."

She bites her lip and slowly looks back to me. I can see her layers peeling back, "Incredible," she breathes, "you feel fucking incredible." I want to drown her with pleasure and bring her back just to do it all over again. "I want more." She uncurls her legs from around me and moves from my hold. I don't want to stop her, and I'm glad I don't, because she turns and leans slightly forward.

There's no hesitation as I grab her hips, lifting her slightly from the ground, and filling her body with what she wants. Her toes are fighting to stay on the ground, but I'm more than happy to keep her held up. Which I do while destroying her perfect cunt with each motion. Her calls of pure bliss are euphoric, and my body is succumbing to hers. I want to fill her, but first I need to make her writhe and come all over what is hers.

I wrap my arm around her hips, holding tightly to her as I lift her completely from the floor and meld into her. I'm splitting her open and I just cannot get enough. She is my drug, and I'm overdosing every fucking second on her. If death was at the end of this, I would embrace the Reaper knowing she was the last thing that I had.

Her screams of pleasure and pain make my need for her more potent. I move her forward, sandwiching her against the wall. "Call for me, little demon."

After moving her hair to one side, I wrap my arm around her collar and lean into her neck, sinking my fangs in.

"Kai!" Her back curves. "Yes, fuck! "

Drawing her blood into my veins, I've never felt so alive. I swear she could make me Mundane with the way I feel. Reverse the Vampiric night and bring me back to the boring living world.

I trail my fingers down to her clit and pinch it, making her twitch. Her cunt clenches around me, and I groan against her neck, retracting my fangs and kissing along her skin. My thrusts into her never cease, and I swear I could stay buried in her for all of eternity.

"You enjoy this cock don't you, Xera?" I purr into her ear before biting and sucking on the space between it and her neck.

"Yes, please, yes!" The feeling of her pulsing around me makes my thrusts into her harder, circling her bundle of nerves with equal fervor. "Oh, fuck!"

I love making her squirt, and I'm determined to make sure she does every time I fuck her. When the pressure of her orgasm hits me, I wrap my free hand around her throat and chin. My thumb brushes against her lower lip, and she bites down onto it as she twitches through her climax.

"That's it," I croon, "such a delectable little demon you are."

She pulsates under me as I kiss down her back and pull out of her, "Wait…" her breathing is out of pace, "you need—"

"Oh I'm not done with you yet," my words are delivered with a chuckle. "Your pleasure before mine, always." I hook my arm under her legs and tip her back, cradling her.

I'm careful to not slip, and shut the shower off while carting her off to the bedroom.

I could care less that we are both wet, and now that her breathing is back in check, she's mine for the taking. Her back is against my chest as I sit down onto the bed, and I completely bend her all the way to the floor, filling her again. I hear the breath being knocked out of her as my cock is soaked with her cunt.

She loves the pleasurable pain I provide, because I don't think I've ever been able to bury all of myself into someone without them crying for me to be gentle or to stop. I love that she doesn't want me to be tender because I physically can't with her .

Both of her hands are stretched to the floor, and I completely spread her legs with my own. Now, without restriction I grab hold of her hips and move her in motion.

"Kai! Gods!" Her breath strains over the curve of her position.

She provides her own movements, lifting and slamming her ass down onto me. The sounds of her arousal are so loud I'm questioning if she's coming again already. She isn't there yet, but I intend to keep her making a mess of me as I fill her.

My nails dig into her hips as she rocks my fucking world with how good she feels. Watching as I completely disappear into her makes my stomach tighten, and I want to keep taking her all day and night, but I won't last.

Plus, as much as I'm enjoying pleasing this demon of mine, I also want to wrap her in my embrace.

After bouncing her for a few more strides on my cock, I lean forward to grab around her throat and pull her to sit up on me. "I'm going to fill this body," I say through my own groan as her hips roll against me. "Fuck, Xera, keep doing that." My words are followed by her closing her legs, and her doing as I command.

The sway she produces as her arm wraps around my neck makes my muscles twitch. My legs tense, and I'm in the Vayl, there is no way I'm not. Her nails dragging across my shoulder make me mumble a moan against the back of her neck.

I slip my fingers between her thighs and begin rubbing against her sensitive bud. My free hand moves from aiding in her ebb and flow, to her neck. She moans and the vibration in her throat from it makes me smile.

"Right there…" Her words are breathy, not coming in a scream, but that of euphoria. "I'm coming, Kai, please don't stop."

When she tenses and strangles my cock, I'm also tumbling. My fangs sink into her neck, so close to the place where I want to mark her, and I draw out what is mine.

She is mine.

The thought alone sends me right over the cliff, and as I feel her throw her head back and orgasm, the ropes of my cum fill her .

My hand moves from her slit and wraps around her hips, holding us close as we both ride out our climax.

I sense the tug of my lifeforce almost immediately, but it's gentle. Just like the last time she drew from me; it isn't hurried. It feels as though my energy is willingly flowing toward her, as if she is safeguarding it. Even if she is consuming it for sustenance, I desire to give it to her. As she feeds on me, I long to be the sole provider for her.

She's pulling away from me, and though I want to fight to keep her against me, I refrain and let her step away.

However, to my surprise, she stands, turns immediately to me, and climbs right back into my lap. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she settles her head into the crook of my shoulder. Both of her legs cling around my hips, and she says nothing, she just relaxes.

I release a soft hum and run my hand down her back.

We don't speak, and soon her arms are slowly becoming limp, and she's drifting to sleep.

I'm shocked to feel her still sitting in my lifeforce, because I can tell I'm still providing. With a smile, I move us to the middle of the bed and stay close enough for her to keep feeding.

Hopefully she doesn't kill me; that would be unfortunate.

"Night, little demon."