5. Rune

I’m taking a fucking walk.

The sight of Mara smelling and touching what’s mine nearly sent me into a blind rage that would have destroyed the entire camp. I know she did it to force my hand, to make me realize if I didn’t make a move, any of the other demons could try. Cash wouldn’t smell the same to them as he did to me, but he was still a vulnerable human in a sea of hungry demons. And I wasn’t about to let one of them take him from me.

I can still feel him. He’s still here, walking around the carnival, looking for his friends. If I want to keep him, I need to make sure he doesn’t find them. They need to think he went home on his own so that they don’t go looking for him or try to convince him to leave with them instead of staying with me.

He has no choice. He’s staying here.

I can’t wait to sink my teeth into him and feel the wet heat of his blood pour over my tongue. I’ve never tasted someone that was born to be mine. He must taste like Eve’s apple in Eden, the perfect temptation for the perfect sinner.

“There you are,” I say to myself as I see him walking aimlessly around the pathways. He really does look like the perfect prey. He looks lost and confused; his guard isn’t up at all. I can feel every fleeting emotion that passes through him.

I step into his path, and he halts, staring at me from a few feet away. He didn’t even see or sense me coming.

“Leave me alone,” he says, stalking toward me and then pushing me out of the way to get past. A flush of heat spreads through my entire body at the contact, and I groan and bite my lip. I catch his arm, pulling him around and backing him up against the wall of the mirror maze. I push myself into his body so that we are nose to nose. His arm flexes against my grip, but I just squeeze tighter.

My free hand moves up his hard stomach and across his chest. He breathes in, and I can feel his dick starting to swell against my hip. I blow my hair out of my face and finally grip his jaw, making his eyes lock with mine.

“What’s got you so excited, Johnny?” I ask him. I run my nose up the same path as Mara’s, my mouth watering at the scent there. He smells the strongest at his pulse point, and I take the opportunity of him being frozen to dart my tongue out and lick across that little spot. His sweat coats my tongue, and I suckhis skin into my mouth.

His hips involuntarily rise to seek mine, pressing against my own swelling cock. His groan lights my blood on fire, and my mouth salivates as I continue my assault on his throat. I refuse to feed from him until I’m inside of him, but I can’t help but lick and suck at his sensitive skin. I pull the blood to the surface, leaving red bruises up and down his neck. I pull away, my mouth wet with the effort, and appreciate the marks I’ve left on his skin.

Marks that make him mine.

“Stop,” he says, barely able to push me away. His brain may still be against this, but his body knows the drill. I run a hand down his torso and cup him roughly in my palm. His head falls back against the wall, and I watch the delicious jerk of his Adam’s apple. I lean forward and take the soft skin there between my teeth as I rub against him with my hand.

His hands stay pressed against my chest, pushing against me with hardly any strength.

“Please, stop,” he pleads again, his hips rolling against my palm. My thumb moves up and grazes the band of his boxers. He pushes me with a little more force, and I step away, annoyed that he won’t give in. I need to feed, and his protests are getting in the way of that.

“You want this,” I tell him, taking his throat with both hands and pushing my face into his. His hands slide from my chest to my hips, and I lick the seam of his lips, tasting the rich tobacco that lingers. They part just enough for me to take his bottom lip into mine, biting it gently between my teeth. I can’t have him bleed yet. I need to hold off. It will be so much better with my dick sheathed deep inside him.

“I don’t,” he murmurs against my mouth as I play with one of his piercings. Our hips move together, and a deep growl makes its way out of my chest. The stiff, rough fabric of his jeans pushes against the soft linen of my skirt in the best fucking way. I grab one of his hands and plant it directly over my dick.

“Do you feel what you do to me, Johnny?” I ask him, moving my lips harsher against his, forcing him to open up to me. His hand grips my dick, and he groans before opening his mouth fully to mine, swallowing me whole with one kiss.

He flips us, pinning me against the wall, and I let him lead since I like where it’s going at the moment. The hand on my groin stays there, moving in slow, methodical strokes while his other grabs my throat and pins me against the wall.

“I told you to stop,” he says, biting my lip hard enough that the iron taste of it floods into my mouth.

“You don’t seem like you want to,” I tell him, grinning as he continues to rub me. All the blood in my body pours into my dick, making me hard as a rock. Electricity shoots down my spine, causing my hips to buck against his hand. I refuse to come in my fucking skirt the first time we’re together. How fucking embarrassing. So I’m going to have to take control back of the situation before it gets out of hand.

“I said I wanted you to stop touching me,” he says, smirking as I fight to control my thrusts. “I didn’t say anything about me touching you. I kind of like how pitiful and weak you look underneath me right now.”

I laugh and take a deep breath, getting my dick under control. I use just enough force in my shove to get him off my body, but not to send him flying backward onto his ass.

“Johnny, Johnny, Johnny,” I say as I stalk toward him, tucking my cock into the waist of my skirt. He follows the movement with his eyes, and they flare with heat before he gets himself under control. “You are so fucking adorable. But you aren’t in charge here, I’m afraid.”

Kali decides to make an appearance, slithering up and around my neck to where she can see him and he can see her. His eyes bulge as she moves through my skin and sticks her tongue out at him. At least, that’s what I tell myself she’s doing. I can feel the little tickle of it, and I like to think she’s on my side here.

“What the fuck are you?” he asks, fear lacing his words.

I clasp my hands behind my back and walk around him while he stands frozen with fear. He has a very nice ass that I take a moment to admire as I round on him. He’s making my heart race with his adrenaline, and it’s making me a little dizzy with the need to have his blood. His thoughts are going a mile a minute as he stands there, fixed with indecision. His body is telling him one thing while his brain tells him another.

“It doesn’t really matter what I am,” I tell him. “I want you, and therefore, I’m going to take you, whether you want it or not. But—” I pause as I face him again. “I think we both know you’re lying to yourself when you say you don’t want it. I can see and feel the way your body responds to me, Johnny.”

Before I can see it coming, he takes off, running past me and into the maze of mirrors. I let my head fall back as a small laugh escapes me. He is fucking perfect for me. He has no idea that the chase is the best part to a demon.

I walk slowly over toward the maze and take the steps one at a time. I can smell his fear, sour and sharp. We’re going to have to fix that before I feed. I don’t want his inability to be open-minded to ruin my first ever feeding with him.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I sing as I step inside the darkened maze.