Chapter 11

T he air is cold in the mausoleum as I pace back and forth, wondering how the hell I went from being a boring college student to this . Never in a million years would I have imagined that I'd be binding myself to a demon for all of eternity—willingly, too. Also, I could have never imagined myself playing with a Ouija board, but here we are.

Kaelin is back in Sam's body—exactly where he belongs—arranging this little ritual. It's the new moon, according to him, which is apparently perfect timing for this. Our clothes are already off as he arranges the bones of the dead he dug up for this exact reason, laying them out into a circle, and I just stand here and observe him.

His black hair falls over his face as he looks up at the ceiling, closing his eyes and lifting his hands. With a flick of his fingers, the candles light themselves up, and I flinch. His eyes immediately come to me, turning from coal black back to blue, just to turn completely black again. It's eerie, the way he carries himself now that I know what he is, but also not. It's as if I've known all along. I saw the signs. I think I just chose to ignore them.

I look around at the bones carefully placed on the concrete, at the four white pillar candles—each one placed at the cardinal points, as he explained—and the knife that is now in his hand. I should be freaking out right about now, but all I feel is peace. All I want is him .

Licking my lips, I look down at his body. He's a fucking work of art. From his capped shoulders to his sculpted chest, to his abs, to the Adonis belt that makes my mouth water. Then his thick, long cock that all but brings me to my damn knees. He's perfect— too perfect. One wrong move from me and I could lose him, lose everything. And I'll be damned if I let that happen.

The candles flicker as his cock thickens right in front of my eyes, and this time my eyes snap back up to meet his. He's smirking, aware of everything he's making me feel, and it shows. But I just stand here, waiting for instructions, and raise my eyebrow.

"Kae—" I murmur. "Tell me what to do."

"Oh, you want me to tell you what I want?" he asks, raising an eyebrow of his own.

"Please," I whisper, and he grabs his cock and gives it a few tugs, grinning at me.

"Crawl to me, Jeremiah," Kaelin whispers back as he brings me to my knees with an invisible force, and electricity rushes down my spine. "Show me how bad you want this."

A thrill unlike anything I've ever felt courses through me, and I choke on a moan when my knees hit the concrete. At this point, I'd do anything for him. I'm desperate, needy, starved for him—willing to take whatever he gives as long as he puts me out of this misery. Nothing but my need for him exists. The ache is bone deep, as if he's engrained himself into the very marrow. And me? I just want to be buried in his veins—drowning in his blood. Taking everything he has to offer.

So I crawl.

Slowly.

My aching, hard cock throbs heavily between my legs the closer I get to him, and the devilish smirk he blesses me with would bring me to my knees if I wasn't already on them.

"I can taste your arousal, little human," he says softly, getting on his knees in front of me as I get closer. "It tastes almost as good as your cum."

I whimper, my knees scraping along the concrete, now scuffed up. Stopping right in front of him, I keep my gaze down, showing him just how submissive I can be. But he pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger and brings my eyes back to his. They're still black, no white to be found, and I swallow hard. Seeing him like this, blinking back at me with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, is more than I can take. I need to taste him. I need to?—

Kaelin threads his fingers into my hair, yanking me up toward his face until our lips are merely a breath away. "Do you want me to eat you alive, little human?" he asks against my lips, grinning when I nod.

"Make me yours," I whisper back, and it echoes in the mausoleum. "Own me."

"The thing is, Jeremiah, you own me too."

The knife clatters to the ground as his now free hand trails down my back, stopping at my ass to give me a firm squeeze. His fingers creep toward my crease, and when his forefinger finds my hole, I gasp loudly. My cock thickens impossibly more, aching, fucking throbbing with the need for release. But I just take what he's giving, silently waiting for him to offer me more scraps.

Kaelin's hand on the back of my head tightens, and he closes the distance between us. His lips press to mine softly, gently, but only for a second before he bites my bottom lip until he draws blood. I feel it dripping down my chin and can taste it on my tongue as I lick the thick liquid off. But he soothes it almost immediately, licking me better with his forked tongue.

I moan as I part my lips, letting him thrust his tongue into my mouth, and suck on it. My hand wraps around his cock, tightening until he hisses, and I jerk it slowly, teasingly. But it's still not enough. I need him—I need all of him. And I'm tired of fucking waiting. Tired of the teasing and taunting. The goddamn playing. I'm ready to make him mine.

"Stand up," I say gruffly, pulling away from him. His brows rise, and he looks amused. "Now, Kaelin."

"I was under the impression that I was the one giving the orders tonight."

But still, he lets go of me and stands, putting his cock level with my mouth. Grabbing it again, I direct it toward my tongue and give it a long lick, as if it's my favorite lollipop. Kaelin hisses, bringing his hand back to my hair, tugging at the strands as I take him between my parted lips and suck him to the back of my throat in one go. He tastes divine, like mine—all fucking mine. It doesn't matter how many times I do this, it never seems to get old. The way he makes me feel is intoxicating.

Bobbing my head up and down, I take him to the back of my throat and swallow around him, just like he showed me. His hands tighten in my hair, and he rocks his hips tentatively, moaning loudly. Every little sound he makes goes straight to my balls, and I moan when he looks into my eyes as I hollow my cheeks for him.

There's heat at my back now, scorching fucking heat, and when I feel it at my hole, I stiffen. But Kaelin just shushes me, trying to get me to relax as I feel the warmth stretching my hole. It suddenly fills me, crooking as it finds my prostate, and I groan. My eyes roll to the back of my head, yet I stiffen at not knowing what's filling me.

"Those are my shadows, baby." He grabs the back of my head and brings me down further on his cock, making me choke on it. "Now relax your throat and let me fuck both holes."

"Mmmm," I moan as his shadows stretch me once more, fucking into me so hard that it's causing his cock to hit the back of my throat even deeper. Drool coats my chin as I choke again, making the blow job sloppy. But I don't stop. In fact, I think he prefers it this way.

My spine tingles, and I wrap my hand around my cock. Giving it a few jerks, I groan when his shadows peg my prostate once more. It feels so fucking good. Better than anything I've ever felt and?—

Kaelin suddenly stops.

His shadows exit my body, and he pushes me away from him slowly. I frown, ready to argue, but then the knife is in his hand even though he never bent over to retrieve it.

"It's time," he says softly, grabbing my hand and getting back on his knees in front of me. "Palm up, little human."

I flip my hand over, my limbs shaking. Instead of being scared at the prospect of spending eternity by his side, I'm…excited. I don't know what that makes me—probably a fool. But ask me if I fucking care.

Kaelin presses the knife to the palm of my hand, then slices slowly. Blood immediately seeps from the wound, flowing like a river out of the cut. It's so much blood it's running down my arm and dripping onto the concrete, but he doesn't seem concerned. It burns something fierce though, and I wonder if maybe I am crazy for doing this after all.

Then he does the same to his own hand, cutting a line down the middle until the blood is flowing down and mixing with mine. He then closes his eyes just as the candles flicker wildly, a chilly breeze coming in through the passageway. I shiver, focusing on his face as he clears his throat and starts to speak.

"Sacred blood from me to him," Kaelin says softly, grabbing my hand and mixing our blood, "to draw Jeremiah ever near, as boundless rivers run to sea. His path to me is now clear." The way his voice echoes in the mausoleum makes goosebumps appear all over my body, and when our hands glow a white light between them, I stiffen. "And as his heart and soul become mine, he knows our blood will bind. And until the end of time, our lives will also intertwine."

Kaelin grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth and giving it a long lick, then drinks my blood straight from the source. My hard cock throbs again, and my nostrils flare even as my hand aches and burns. "Drink." He lifts his hand toward my lips, and I part them enough to lick the blood flowing from the cut.

My chest constricts, feeling like an elephant is sitting on it, as Kaelin continues to lick and suck on my hand. "I bind and forbid Jeremiah from ever leaving me," Kaelin says. "From now until forever ."

A chill runs down my spine as I gulp more of the blood down, suddenly feeling nauseous, and I stop. My chest heaves as I try to keep it down, and my nostrils flare as Kaelin narrows his eyes on me.

"Take every fucking drop, Jeremiah," Kaelin growls. "That's what it means to be mine."

I double my efforts, drinking more of him in, until he all but rips his hand away from my mouth. Both our hands are still glowing a bright shade of white light, and he brings his other hand to the back of my head and kisses me. It takes me by surprise, the gentle way in which he's doing it, and when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth slowly, I let him. Our tongues tangle together, and this time there's no fighting for dominance. We both know who's in charge.

Kaelin's hand wraps around my cock roughly, jerking me slowly to the rhythm of his tongue tangling with mine. Languidly, lazily. It's almost mindless, but when my chest feels like it's on fire, my eyes fly open. He gazes at me as we kiss, his bottomless black eyes staring into my soul, and I cry out. It burns.

It fucking burns .

The weight on my chest gets heavier, stealing my breath, and suddenly there's a feeling of something being pulled from deep inside of me— out of me. I feel lighter, detached, like I'm floating on a cloud. But it burns as it goes up my esophagus. Burns as it goes out of my mouth, and when Kaelin pushes me away, there's a bright light floating between us.

"Mine," Kaelin whispers, his lips parting slightly. The light travels into his mouth, and he swallows it. Except I can see it through his skin, traveling to the center of his chest and settling there. It glows brightly, then begins to dim slowly. And that's when the candles go out. "Mine to have, to fuck, to keep ."

"Yours," I whisper.

Kaelin is on me in the next breath, pushing me onto my back. The cold ground makes me shiver, and yet I spread my legs for him. For this man who not only owns my heart, but also my soul now.

He licks down my body, spreading my legs further, then spears my ass with his forked tongue. I cry out, my cock now pulsing to the beat of my heart, and bury my fingers in his hair, tugging until he comes back up toward me. He sits back on his haunches, lubing up his cock with his bloody hand, then presses it to my entrance.

One thought crosses my mind as the head of his cock breaches me—he didn't prep me. But the pleasure suddenly coursing through me as his tail jerks my length has me throwing all caution to the wind. I bite my bottom lip as his thick cock glows between my legs, and I frown. What the fuck?—

It's as if there's a bright light between Kaelin's thighs as he thrusts into me slowly, pushing past my tight ring of muscle. I moan as he bottoms out, and then he's fucking me. Really fucking me—without any semblance of control on his end. He goes hard and fast, his balls slapping loudly against my ass. The moans and groans coming from both of us make this even filthier. The bones scattered around, the knife, the fucking blood everywhere. This should be the furthest thing from arousing, yet I can't get enough.

"Yes, Kaelin," I moan as he hits my prostate, his tail speeding up as it jerks my cock. "Right there."

"Does my filthy little slut like that?" he whispers in my ear, and my cock twitches as if I'm going to come. "Are you going to give me your cum?"

"Only if you give me yours first," I reply through gritted teeth. My spine tingles as he continues pegging my prostate, and my toes curl. It's only a matter of time before I blow. "Come in my ass, baby. Come deep inside of me."

Kaelin's hips stutter, and I know he's close.

"That feels so fucking good, baby," I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I grip his thighs for dear life. "Harder."

"Yessss," Kaelin growls.

He fucks me harder, losing his rhythm as he fills my ass with his cum. I'm not far behind, my cock thickening and spurting everywhere mere seconds after he's done filling me.

My heart beats a mile a minute, pounding in my chest like it's trying to get out, and my nostrils flare in an attempt to lower my heart rate. He leans down toward me until our foreheads are meeting, then presses a sweet, chaste kiss to my lips.

"We're doomed, you and I," Kaelin says against my lips. "This is a fucking tragedy."

"Yeah," I whisper. "But it's our tragedy."

And yet it's not.

Because what we have?

It's everything.

And now it's forever …