Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

In something of a sensual daze thanks to those phantom fingers, Khloé stood. “You’re still hard,” she noted as she straddled him. Yip-fucking-pee.

He roughly squeezed her breast, his hold undeniably possessive. “I’m an incubus, baby. I can stay hard for as long as I want to.” He swooped down and latched onto her nipple, suckling hard.

Khloé gripped his head. She really did love that mouth of his. “Keenan—” She gasped as two blunt fingers thrust inside her.

“Slick already.” He withdrew his fingers and held them up to her face, all shiny and wet. “See?” He licked both fingers. “Hmm.” His steel-blue eyes glittered with so much heat and possession that it took her breath away. “I want you even wetter.”

That oh-so-familiar aphrodisiac scent laced the air, turning it thick and sultry. She dug her fingertips into his upper arms, holding on for dear life as heat swept through her like a tidal wave—making her hard nipples throb, her aching breasts swell, and her pulsing clit scream to be touched.

He splayed his hand over her throat, and his dark energy flooded her in an instant. He kept his mouth flush to hers, drawing every breath she released into his lungs, feeding on her own sexual energy.

Meanwhile, his damn pheromones played havoc with her mind and body. Her composure flitted away, along with every sane thought in her brain. Right then, there was no thinking, only feeling.

“I want you to ride me right here.” He lowered her, lining the head of his dick to the entrance of her pussy.

Close to trembling with the electric anticipation that taunted her body, she reminded him, “Condom.”

“Want to come inside you, baby. You on the pill?”

She licked her lips. “Yes.”

“Never went ungloved before. I always wore a condom.”

“So why switch it up now?”

“The others weren’t mine. You are.” He draped his arms over the back of the sofa. “Lower yourself on my cock. Slowly.”

Khloé almost shivered. The note of pure, masculine demand played across her nerve-endings and made her lower stomach clench. She bore down, gasping as the broad head inched inside her, stretching her until it burned.

“That’s it. Want you to feel every inch of me.”

Every thick, long inch, she thought. Her inner muscles stretched and fluttered, showing a little resistance, but she kept on lowering herself, determined to have him buried deep inside her. The bite of pain and the immense pressure of his size filling her only made it better.

Once she was finally fully impaled on him, she let out a shaky breath. She felt every vein. Every ridge. Every throb. Every fast beat of his heart.

Keeping her pace slow, she impaled herself on him over and over, flooded by feel-good chemicals and a desperate, unrelenting need for more. She tried to move faster, needing—

He gave her ass a sharp slap, and her pussy clamped down on him. “No. Not ready for you to fuck me hard yet.” He lazily slid her up his cock. “Keep it slow. You’ll be rewarded,” he added, his eyes smoldering with such carnal promise, her pussy quaked.

“You’re an asshole,” she croaked.

He draped his arms over the back of the sofa again. “I know.”

Well, then, good. Digging her fingertips into the smooth flesh of his wide shoulders, she went back to impaling herself slowly. He didn’t release her gaze for even a moment, as if he didn’t want to miss even a flicker of emotion that glimmered there.

When she gave him a lazy, spiral, downward thrust, Keenan grunted and fisted his hands. He itched to touch her, palm her gorgeous breasts, tangle his fingers in all that glorious hair. But he kept his hands where they were, not wanting it to end.

The roasting hot clasp of her inner muscles was almost excruciatingly tight. He loved that he was taking her skin to skin, feeling everything. Loved the way she stared right at him, her eyes glazed, her lips parted. The desperation flickering in those smoky eyes twisted his gut and tightened his balls.

Everything about her drove him and his demon wild—they were hooked on her, pure and simple. The entity pushed him to take over; to fuck her with hard, territorial thrusts that would drive home who she belonged to.

Most of all, it wanted Keenan to officially claim her. Keenan wanted it just as much, but he sensed she still wasn’t ready for that yet. He didn’t want to do anything to scare her off or make her retreat.

“You’ve been a very good girl, haven’t you?” Keenan grabbed a fistful of her hair and snatched her head to the side. He put his mouth to her ear. “Ready to fuck me harder now?” He punched his hips upwards, giving her a rough, shallow thrust.

“You know I am.”

“Then do it.”

Thank fucking God. Khloé didn’t hesitate. She rode him hard, feeling close to drunk on the sexual endorphins pumping through her.

So many sensations assailed her as his phantom hands drove her insane—they plumped her breasts, pinched her nipples, squeezed her throat, toyed with her clit.

Shaking with the avalanche of sensation he was subjecting her to, she kept riding him hard. She desperately wanted to come but couldn’t. Not until he let her. It was like having an elastic band wrapped around all the tension inside her, keeping it trapped. She couldn’t take much more.

“Keenan,” she rasped, her mouth dry. “I need—”

“Look at you … eyes all sex-drunk. Lips swollen. Nipples hard. Tits swaying.” He teasingly skimmed his fingers over the swells of her breasts; the calloused pads of his fingers felt like flickers of fire to her super-sensitized nerve-endings. “Don’t know what’s hotter. Watching you ride me, or watching you suck me off.”

“Make me come.” Her voice cracked.

“Not yet.”

She hissed. “You’re a fucking prick, Keenan!” She paused with only the head of his cock inside her. “I’m not moving until you promise you’ll make me come.”

A chill brushed over her skin as his eyes bled to black. The demon stared at her, not looking all too happy with her. Its large hands snapped tight around her, spanning her narrow waist.

It mercilessly yanked her down, impaling her on its dick, stuffing her full. “Now I take you.” It pumped its hips, drilling into her, slamming deep. And, oh God, that felt so good.

Her own demon liked how rough and demanding it was. Liked that it so boldly took what it wanted. The entity found it a total turn-on.

Wound so tight she was close to sobbing, she held on tight, enjoying the ride … right up until the flesh beneath its hands started to prickle and burn. Realization hit her like a slap. She widened her eyes. “No—”

“Fucking yes,” it growled, ruthlessly slamming her down on its cock while still thrusting its hips upwards. It took her mouth, rough and savage. The demon was beyond brutal. It demanded everything from her. The skin beneath its hands kept on burning yet, somehow, it felt unbelievably good—there was no way to explain it.

Black eyes once more became blue as the demon subsided. Keenan’s hands gripped her ass as he impaled her on him again and again, rough and frantic, punching up his hips each time. She wanted him this way; liked it. Liked seeing the cool, controlled surface he presented to the world completely obliterate.

Her breath caught as his dick began to swell. The tension inside her built once more, and anticipation buzzed through her as she felt the elastic band around all that tension loosen.

“Come for me,” he ordered. And then the elastic band snapped.

Her release thundered through her in violent waves, bowing her back and trapping a scream in her throat. Her pussy squeezed and quaked around him, milking him.

Keenan grunted. “Fuck, yeah.” He forcefully slammed her onto his cock one last time and detonated. Jet after jet of hot come burst out of him.

Limp and sated, Khloé leaned into him, her chest burning for air. Yow-damn-za. She’d never had an orgasm that intense before in her life; hadn’t even known it was possible.

He palmed her nape and dropped a kiss on her hair. “You good?”

“Just riding my buzz.” She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the way he dragged the pads of his fingers over whatever part of her body he could reach, as if he was tracing and mapping her.

When those fingers lightly danced over the suddenly sensitive skin on her waist, Khloé sat up. “Your demon branded me,” she remembered. She glanced down, examining the tattoo-like brand. It was … well, it was pretty. And bold as hell.

His finger traced the thin, intricate pattern that spanned her stomach from hip to hip like a belt. The occasional “K” was woven inside the pattern. “I like it,” he said.

She met his gaze, searching for any signs that he was unhappy with his demon’s decision to mark her. When their entities were possessive of someone, they sometimes branded their skin. Those brands would fade once the entities lost interest. “You do?”

“Yes. My demon has good taste.”

“You’re not at all mad?”

He frowned. “Why would I be?”

“Some people don’t like it when their demons mark others.”

“If it had branded anyone other than you, I would have been pissed. How does your demon feel about it?”

“It generally balks at possessiveness, but it’s rather pleased.”

“Good, then all is fine.” He swatted her ass. “Shower.”

She blinked at the abrupt change of subject. Apparently, he truly wasn’t bothered by the brand.

Keeping hold of her, he stood and carried her through the apartment, giving her glimpses of the other rooms. Her brows lifted when they entered the master bedroom. It was as spacious as every other room in the apartment, and she particularly liked the French doors and small terrace.

The off-white shade of paint on the walls made her think of clotted cream, and it matched the color of the lush bedding. It also went nicely with the smooth pine flooring and the built-in pine wardrobe. The rest of the furniture was just as sleek and modern.

He pressed a button on the hi-tech sensor on the wall near an abstract painting, and the ceiling spotlights instantly dimmed.

He padded into the attached private bathroom, which was just as stylish and contemporary. She liked the white/gold color scheme and the luxury walk-in shower.

Pausing, he lowered her to the floor. It was only when she looked up that she saw his gaze had turned inward—a classic sign that he was talking to someone telepathically. Finally, he blinked, and his eyes cleared.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“That was Knox. He outbid everyone on the auction. The blade now belongs to Jolene.”

Satisfaction flared inside her. Khloé smirked. “And it’ll soon be buried in Enoch’s precious little black heart.” She could. Not. Wait.

“That’s the plan. I think we need to celebrate.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. After our shower, I’m going to lay you on my bed and make you come again and again, until you can’t take anymore.”

“I’m up for that.”

*

A few days later, Raini rested her coffee takeout cup in the front passenger seat’s cupholder. “I get that people will do irrational things when deep in grief. But keeping a resurrected dead relative in your basement or outhouse goes beyond irrational.”

Khloé nodded, switching gears. “I was really hoping Enoch was lying when he said that members of our lair hired him to reanimate their deceased loved ones. According to Grams, they hadn’t known their relative would be nothing but a walking corpse. Enoch allegedly made it sound like it was another state of life.”

“But they had to have realized that was untrue when the spiritual echoes faded from their relative’s body.”

“They did, but Enoch refused to undo what he’d done, and they were too scared to ask Jolene for help in case she went psycho on their asses.”

The corpses had since been destroyed and reburied, just as the others had.

“Promise me that if anyone tries to have my dead body reanimated, you’ll step in and put a stop to that shit,” said Raini.

Khloé coughed around a dry throat. Her mouth felt all tacky and dry. “I promise. But I want the same promise right back.”

“I solemnly swear I won’t allow it.” Raini grimaced. “Ugh, this song is the height of annoying.” She turned off the radio. “You know, you don’t look so good.”

Khloé didn’t feel so good. As if the cough and dry chest weren’t annoying enough, fatigue badgered her every minute of the day. Her eyes felt dry and itchy, and it took everything she had not to rub them. The headaches came and went, and they always made her want to curl up in a ball and drown out the rest of the world.

In truth, she was getting worse every day. And no matter how much she strived to hide it from those around her, they didn’t buy her attempts to play it down. In fact, it only made them pissed at her, so she’d stopped trying to kid them.

“I feel like crap, but I’ll be fine,” she told Raini. “We just need to get some angelic assistance.”

“Has Vivian seen anything of the angel who frequents the hospital where she works?”

“Not yet, but she said she was expecting him in a week’s time. It’s only been four days since then. To be honest, I thought we’d have managed to locate another angel by now, but finding one is proving to be a lot harder than I’d anticipated.”

“I honestly thought Knox would have located one. I mean, the guy has contacts everywhere.”

“Yeah, but he’s a seriously powerful demon, Raini. Not the sort of person who’d attract angelic attention. They’ll naturally prefer to avoid him. Enoch, the bastard, is making it just as difficult for us all to find him. It’s driving my grandmother insane. She called each of the guy’s siblings, but they all claimed they’d still heard nothing from Enoch. Ciaran’s been helping the sentinels try to track the fucker, but there’s been no sign of him.”

“I saw Ciaran yesterday,” said Raini. “He didn’t look anywhere near as bad as you do, which is probably because you were infected much earlier than he was, but he looked drained … like someone had sucked all the energy from him.”

Khloé swallowed. “I know.” She felt her hands flex on the steering wheel. “I hate that I can’t do anything to help him.”

“He said the same thing to me about you. He’s super worried about losing you. Keenan seems just as worried. Knowing how incredibly impatient he is, I’m guessing he’s seriously wound up that the angel hunt isn’t getting us anywhere.”

“‘Wound up’ would be an understatement. I keep trying to distract him with sex, but it only works for a little while.”

Raini snorted. “He’s no doubt very aware you’re trying to distract him. I’ll bet the only reason he hasn’t called you on it is that he’s enjoying reaping the benefits.”

“Probably.”

“Things seem to be going good between you two.”

Hearing the questioning note in the succubus’ tone, Khloé said, “They are. He doesn’t seem to get as annoyed with me these days. Which I’ll admit is disappointing.”

Raini snickered. “I don’t think you ever truly annoyed him. I think he just didn’t do so well with battling all his sexual frustration. Will you be seeing him tonight?”

“After he’s back from accompanying Knox, Harper, and Asher on a mini outing, yes. He should only be a few hours at most.” Khloé cast the rearview mirror a swift glance. “You may have noticed that two members of his Force now follow me everywhere. It doesn’t matter to him that Jolene already has people tailing me—Keenan’s determined to put his own people on me.”

“Well, of course he is. He needs to feel that he’s actually doing something to protect you. That’s only natural for someone like Keenan.”

Which was one of the reasons why Khloé didn’t give him shit over it. The other reason was that she didn’t want him distracted worrying about her all the time. A lot of risk and danger came with being a sentinel—she wanted his mind on the game.

Raini fiddled with the sleeve of her top. “I actually think that—” She cut off so abruptly that Khloé frowned.

Stealing a quick glance at the succubus, Khloé noticed her eyes seemed unfocused and her jaw had tightened. “Is Maddox telepathing you again?”

Raini sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Yes. He’s been doing it a lot more since all the trouble started with Enoch.”

“He’s worried you’ll get caught in the crossfire?”

“Maybe, I don’t know.” Raini gave her head a quick shake. “But we’re not going to talk about that or him. We’re going to go to your place, have some margaritas, and watch a feel-good movie. Like I Spit on Your Grave.”

Khloé brightened. “Ooh, I like how you think.”

They went ahead with Raini’s plan with only a minor modification—they also ordered a Thai takeout to spice things up. By the end of the fun evening, they had a real good buzz going on, and Khloé’s stomach hurt from laughing so much.

Feeling all warm and tingly, she escorted Raini to the door and said her goodbyes. Walking pretty well for a tipsy girl, the succubus sang as she made her way home. Khloé remained on her doorstep until Raini was no longer in sight.

Returning inside, Khloé headed to the living area. She needed to clean up the mess. Humming to herself, she righted the cushions on the sofa, switched off the TV, put the glasses and cutlery into the dishwasher, and dumped takeout containers and other rubbish into the trash. There were a few other things to do but, desperate to pee, she dashed to the small downstairs bathroom.

She’d no sooner sat on the toilet when a male mind touched hers. Hey baby, I’m on my way to your place now, said Keenan.

Her demon stirred, pleased that he’d contacted them. ’Kay, Khloé replied. It was a telepathic slur.

A chuckle echoed through her mind. I take it you and Raini had a few drinks. Drunk sex with you should be an adventure.

She was about to ask how the hell he knew Raini had been here, but then she remembered he’d assigned two demons to watch over her. We only had one or two drinks. Ha, such a lie.

You sound out of it. You sure you’re awake?

Yup. But she was sure she could quite easily fall asleep right there. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before.

Good. What you up to right now?

Peeing.

A vibe of pure male amusement touched her mind, but the vibe quickly faded. You’re not serious, are you?

Yup.

He broke the connection so fast, she snickered.

Having done her business, Khloé washed her hands and stumbled out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Coffee. She should drink coffee and sober—

A door burst open and slammed into a wall.

Khloé sharply turned. The bottom fell out of her stomach as partly decomposed corpses began to slowly and unsteadily file through the back door and into her kitchen, their eyes wide and vacant, their skin pale and dirty.