Chapter Twenty-One
I roll over in my bed, keeping my eyes shut. I want to catch a few more hours of sleep, but the more I wake up, the harder it is to slip back into the one pleasant dream I had. Light filters through my windows and brightens the darkness behind my eyelids. I sigh and sit up, swaying as sleep clings to me while simultaneously refusing to let me drift off.
Movement catches my attention, and I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle a scream. I scramble back into the headboard, eyes wide and my heart slamming against my chest.
A demon stands at the foot of my bed, skin mottled with shades between gray and brown. There's nothing in its sunken eyes, and its jaw hangs low, as if someone has ripped it out of its socket.
I can't look away from it, but from the corner of my eye, I notice my bathroom door. It's shut. I always keep the light on as a safety blanket since it helps me feel better when I see this thing . This house is haunted, and it chose to show itself to me out of everyone.
It reaches its long, spindly, claw-tipped fingers toward me. A strangled noise makes its way out of me, and I start out of my shock. I fall out of bed as I scramble off the mattress; the sheets catch on my legs, stopping me from getting out faster. I glance at the demon, finding it crouching beside me. I yell and bolt out of my room and straight into Jaxon's.
Diving onto his mattress, I realize he's out cold. I don't give a shit. I need my protector, my security blanket who will always keep me safe.
I yelp as he rolls over and settles between my legs with his hand around my throat. He draws back his fist, readying to punch me. He freezes when he notices it's me, and the rage twisting his features softens. His fingers loosen around my neck, but he still holds me against the mattress, hovering over me menacingly.
Pain etches his features. "I'm sorry, flower," he rasps. "What are you doing here?"
I grab his wrist and weakly jerk to push him away, but he stays right where he is.
The hairs on the nape of my neck stand, and the unease lingers. I gasp for air and turn my eyes to the doorway, hoping the demon didn't follow me in here.
Jaxon follows my gaze, and his eyebrows pull down into a harsh slant. Instead of waiting for me to answer, he shoves off of me and storms across the room to the open door, giving me a full view of his naked back and ass. My jaw slackens and I sit up, unable to look away from my brother's bare ass as he checks outside of the room. He cranes his neck as he leans out of the doorway, looking left, then right. Satisfied, he turns and slams his door shut behind him.
"Oh my god," I whisper. A dull ache throbs between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together as I study his naked body.
Jaxon shamelessly strides back to the bed, his large dick out in the open and half-hard. I've already seen it. Tattoos cover his body with unique pieces that blend together perfectly. I've already seen the straight bars running through each of his nipples. I try my best to look away from his quickly hardening cock and how it bounces with his rushed steps, even though I already I know what it feels like to have him in my mouth. I know how he tastes and what he sounds like when he comes. But that doesn't mean I can't get shy and embarrassed when seeing him like this.
After giving him a blow job, I had to look up what piercings he has. I found out he has a Prince Albert, a Jacob's ladder, and some scrotum piercings. Trimmed pubic hair dusts the base, and his balls are a darker shade, making the skin appear leathery.
The longer I stare, the more I notice the tattoo on his pelvis that I haven't seen before. It's a flower with so many petals they're hard to count. Beautiful shades of black and red fill in the artwork, making it look gothic but delicate at the same time.
My eyebrows pinch together. That flower looks familiar. My eyes widen when realization slams into me like a linebacker.
"Is that a dahlia?" I whisper.
Jaxon stops at the end of the mattress and keeps his heated gaze on me instead of looking at the tattoo. He grabs my ankles and yanks me toward him. I squeak and splay my legs to make room for him as he leans over me. My clit thumps a fast beat, matching my pulse's pace. Jaxon grips my thighs, his fingertips digging into the softness as he leans down until his face hovers an inch above mine.
"You won't distract me, but I'll answer your question," he murmurs. "Yeah, it is a dahlia."
I swallow hard. "When did you get it?"
It doesn't look fresh. The ink has settled into his skin, blending perfectly with his complexion .
He brushes his lips against mine in a chaste kiss, clearly wanting to tease me even though he looks bothered after I hurtled into his room without a warning. "As soon as I turned eighteen. You wanna know why I put it in that spot?"
I nod, and he chastely kisses me again, then teases me with a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
"I put the flower right above my dick because I knew you'd be eye level with it one day, and it would serve as a constant reminder that you belong to me."
Oh, fuck me. Butterflies dance in my stomach, and liquid heat pools low between my legs.
Jaxon kisses over my jaw, nipping the skin as he trails his way down my throat. He moves us together so smoothly that I barely feel us moving backward on the bed. He settles between my legs and shallowly thrusts his hard cock against my sleep shorts, right against my pussy. I throw my head back and dig my nails into Jaxon's shoulders, holding on for dear life as his kisses and grinding work me closer to an orgasm. It should be embarrassing, but Jaxon's groans and purposeful movements tell me he's feeling the same way.
He settles his hand on my lower stomach, right above my pelvis, under my shorts. A shiver rolls down my spine, and I bite my bottom lip as he moans in my ear, clearly aware of how it affects me. I buck harder against him.
"I'll tattoo you one day, sis," he whispers in my ear. "Right here, so it'll remind me that I belong to you. I'll be the only one who gets to worship your cunt."
A choked sound works its way out of me. My thighs tremble and my climax is right there , but it dies when Jaxon stops moving and raises his head.
"Please," I whine, and rock against him, not embarrassed in the slightest about how desperate I seem.
He slants his mouth over mine and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He puts everything into this kiss. Every strong feeling of love, need, lust, devotion, and possession.
"I told you I'm not getting distracted," he murmurs against my lips with a smile. "Who scared you?"
Not what scared you, which fits better for this circumstance, considering that a demon made me damn near piss myself.
The mood in my mind dies on the spot, but my pussy doesn't get the memo as it still clenches and demands to be filled by my older brother. I can't focus, not with his fat dick pressing against me, hard as an iron bar that's branding my skin.
"Put some clothes on," I say breathlessly.
His smile turns mischievous, and he moves his hips, sliding his pierced cock between my pussy lips, which are outlined by my tight shorts. He groans, and my toes curl.
"You're the one who came into my room, little sister." He slips his mouth beside my ear. "Don't think I've forgotten what I said about what I find in my room being mine."
He said that long ago. I'm the one who's forgotten about it until now. It happened when we were kids, after I kissed him for the first time. I'd snuck into his room to feel less lonely while he was gone with our dad. One of my ribbons came out while I napped, and I didn't realize it until he found it and confronted me.
My lips part and I arch my neck as he grinds against me. I shift my hips, helping him as he peels my shorts off and blindly tosses them to the floor. Gravity doesn't exist, and every organ in my body flips. This is it. We're taking this to the next level by having sex and no longer kissing and giving head.
Jaxon slips his cock between my wet folds and holds it down to fuck between the lips. Each stroke rubs my clit with the delicious friction I need. I'm so close to coming that I'll scream if he stops. My fingernails dig deeper into his back and scratch down, making him groan and shiver with each long swipe.
"I want to feel you," he murmurs, then brushes his nose along my jawline and leaves kisses here and there. "I wanna bury myself so deep inside you that I leave an imprint of my cock in your tight pussy. I want my cum filling you until it leaks out. Then I want to taste the combination of us out of your cunt."
My eyelashes flutter as I fight to keep my eyes open. Jaxon looks at me with a pinched expression. He's struggling to keep his calm demeanor, and I can see the strain from him holding back on me. I want more from him. I want him unrestrained. I want him to show me how I drive him wild with need like he does to me.
"Fuck me," I say as I roll my hips to meet his each time he pushes forward. "I want it all."
Pain etches across his beautiful features. The thin string of control he's holding stretches tighter. It's only a matter of time before it snaps and he gives in. I don't know why he's holding back. Why hasn't he fucked me? Deep down, it hurts, and I wonder if there's something wrong with me.
"Tell me who scared you," he says.
I dig my heels into his ass and grab his erection. He hisses through his teeth as I guide the tip outside my entrance.
"I don't remember," I say.
I do, but that's on the back burner. The demon isn't about to ruin this, too. I want Jaxon, and he clearly wants me, so what's stopping him?
"Please, big brother. I want you so bad it hurts," I whine.
His control snaps and he thrusts forward, barely getting the fat tip of his dick inside me. I arch my back and yell as he stretches my opening. Jaxon's eyebrows lower, and he clenches his jaw as he applies more pressure into his thrust .
"Fuck," he growls, then stops. His chest rises and falls with each quick breath, and sweat gathers on his forehead.
I swallow down the cries from the burn of his head barely penetrating me. My inner walls spasm, pleasure joining the pain and concocting a mind-blowing combination.
Jaxon's expression falls as he realizes what we're doing, and he pulls away. His dick slips out, leaving me feeling empty and disappointed. He gathers his control and puts on a cool mask to seem unbothered.
"Another time, flower." His voice pitches lower by an octave and sounds like he's growling. "You still need to answer my question."
I don't want to push him to sleep with me. I'll feel like shit if I have to convince him. So I swallow back my disappointment and say, "I saw something in my room."
"You saw something in your room?"
I nod. "I woke up and saw this . . . thing."
"Are you fucking with me right now?"
The panic doubles as I remember how the demon looked when it reached toward me like it wanted to steal my soul.
"No," I say. "I woke up and saw it standing at the end of my bed. I'm terrified of it, and it keeps showing up. It looks like a demon." I snap my mouth shut, my teeth clicking together when I notice the weird look on Jaxon's face.
His forehead crinkles with his frown, and he cocks his head as he looks me over with a new perspective. Tendrils of wavy hair slip over his eyes, and I want to push them out of the way. I stay still, not wanting to annoy him.
"The same demons you were telling me about the other day?" he asks.
I nod, and the fear from earlier hits me again. I'm back to trembling and trying to hide it from him. My eyes move on their own, and I peek from the corner, checking to make sure we're alone. I don't want Jaxon to see me like this. Over the last few years, I've kept it together and want him to see only the tough side of me. But little by little, over time, things scared me, and I can't control my reactions and emotions every time.
Jaxon gets off me and gathers me in his arms to straddle his lap. He holds me tight, just like all the other times, as if he's holding my shattered pieces together so I'm whole again. I let out a shaky breath and melt into his arms, holding on to him, thankful he's not judging me.
"We'll figure this out," he murmurs, and kisses the crown of my head.
Tears form in my eyes, and I hate that I'm crying like a baby just because someone I love cares about me. I mean, my god, my mother really fucked me up in the head if I become a bumbling, crying mess whenever I receive the slightest hint of affection.
My tenacious brother feels things ten times more than others I've met. When he puts his mind to something and wants it done, he gets it done. I trust that he'll help me figure this out, but the worry that this is a bigger problem than we think still creeps inside me.
"I don't want to be alone, Jaxon. I'm always terrified because these things keep popping out of nowhere." I close my eyes.
"Then you don't need to be alone. I'm here."
"It's not that easy. You're gone all the time, and I'm barely getting any sleep."
"Then sleep with me."
I nibble on my bottom lip. "I don't know. Our parents?—"
"Fuck what they have to say." He leans back and glares down at me. "They can try to tear us apart, but we're stronger than that. Trust me when I say that we'll always be together."
My chest tightens, but I hold back the words of undying love that are bubbling up my throat. I'm hesitating because of the small bit of guilt from admitting I'm in love with my brother.
"Don't leave me," I breathe. Those three words hold more weight and meaning. Jaxon gets it without me having to spell it out.
He crushes his lips to mine and puts just as much feeling into the kiss as I do. Nothing can rip us apart, and I believe him when he says so. He'll make sure we're always together at the end of the day.
A feeling of something bad looming in the distance fills me until I'm unable to continue kissing him. Jaxon smooths my hair and lovingly pecks my forehead.
"You and me forever, flower," he murmurs.
I nod and swallow around the lump forming in my throat. I won't tell him how panicky I am that this won't last forever.