A door slammed, and I realized Desmond was nowhere in sight. Meanwhile, Adriel was laughing so hard he was almost crying. I arched a brow, unable to stop the smile on my lips. “What the heck is his problem?”
“I think Desmond thought that after you two fucked he would feel less frustrated,” Adriel mused, laying back on a patio chair.
“I didn’t think demons worked that way,” Rhett stated, coming up behind me with a towel as Cash’s tail ran up and down my leg gently, eliciting shivers that were both pleasurable and comforting.
“They don’t,” Draven’s eyes flashed over me. “The closer the connection, the worse he’s going to get. Especially because he isn’t accepting how his demon feels—he’s still partly trying to fight it. He’s going to lose.”
“I think tonight helped that process a bit.” Adriel looked delighted as Dean smirked in amusement. What the heck had happened tonight? I felt like they had corrupted Desmond.
Right, because the demon king was so innocent and needed corrupting.
I frowned, knowing that he was indeed fighting it, but he really didn’t need to. Before I could say another word, Dean had me up in his arms and was carrying me into the house. I could smell blood on him, smearing on my skin, and I briefly noticed Maggie wasn’t on the couch. Thank god—that would have been awkward to explain.
I would need to talk to Dean about everything that happened tonight... luckily, it seemed that the man was kidnapping me.
7
Dean
“She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.”
-Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana
“Dean,” Lorcan moaned breathlessly, causing me to nearly fucking cum in my hand as I devoured her tight little pussy. Her leg was over my shoulder as I tried to lick up as much of her honey as fucking possible. Her fingers bit into my scalp as I jacked myself off, wishing I could fuck her but knowing she was probably sore.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice full of need, “I need to come, Dean.”
“You won’t come until I say so,” I ordered before going back to sucking on her tiny clit. Her moans fueled me even more, and I dipped my tongue into her tight hole and felt her shudder against me.
I could feel her climax blast over her a second later as I bit down gently on her clit, making me smile at her inability to hold it off. My lion let out a low rumble as her leg, still on the ground, gave out slightly, causing me to catch her hips as I straightened her up, keeping on my knees.
I wasn’t even fucking embarrassed to admit I’d come along with her. It turned me the fuck on when she was coming, and more so when her taste was on my goddamn lips. As I gently kissed up her stomach, I flashed her a dangerous smile. She looked so shy right now. I had no idea how the hell that was sexy, but it was Lorcan, so that was unsurprising to me. Reaching behind her, I turned on the shower. She let out a squeak, the cold water causing her to jump as I let out a chuckle.
Standing underneath the now hot water, I curled my finger, beckoning her as she walked towards me, her sexy body still flushed from coming. My hand caught her around her waist, and she let out a soft moan at the kiss I laid on the mating bite mark that was now a savage scar on her neck. I hoped it would never heal. I wrapped her up against me so I could feel that she was here, in my arms, and not at risk of someone trying to fucking hurt her.
I had always been absurdly protective and possessive over Lorcan, but ever since finding out what she'd gone through? I wanted to slaughter anyone that had ever offered her anything but a pleasant fucking nod of respect. I hadn't thought it was possible to feel more intensely about her than I already had, but I'd been wrong. And I couldn't help but also feel respect for her ability to survive so much.
Maybe it was a shifter thing, or maybe it was because I was just fucking obsessed with this woman, but everything she did showed me how strong she was. I knew she thought she was weak, and I knew her progression of healing frustrated her because let's face it... when you're high, you don't have to worry about any of that shit. Now that she was sober? Everything, no doubt, felt frustrating and like it required a ridiculous amount of patience. But no matter what she thought, Lorcan was far stronger than she'd ever give herself credit for.
So I planned to do that for her.
"Shit," she mumbled against my chest, "this has been possibly the world's longest day."
I nodded, because that was a goddamn understatement. How was it still fucking Wednesday? I'd managed to go through three college application essays for some humans, disembody the principal to the point that I wasn't positive if he'd ever been more than a bloody skin sack to begin with, and eat out the woman I loved until she came on my face... you know, now that I thought about it, this day was actually one of my better ones.
Tilting her head back with my finger and examining her expression, I inhaled the smell of salt water on her skin. "You need sleep, Lorcan. Lots of it."
Her seafoam green eyes darkened at the obvious command as my lion rumbled in my chest. Her voice was soft and silky when she announced, "I don't have to listen to you, Dean Reid."
I chuckled softly, backing her up against the shower wall and tracing her jaw with light kisses. "But you will."
I could feel her siren pushing against me, and I offered her a raised eyebrow as she narrowed her eyes at me.
"Lorcan, trust me on this one. I am barely hanging on here."
"You listened to me in school when I told you I wanted to ride home with Cash and Rhett," she said smugly.
I let out a small rumble from my throat. "Exactly, so be a good girl."
"And if I'm not?" she taunted as I gripped the back of her neck hard enough that she gave a soft moan.
"Then I may not be able to fully control my dominant streak. It's a pretty tipped scale as it is." I followed the way she bit down on her plush lip as her face flushed.
"Maybe I want that," she whispered as my eyes flashed from her lips to her gaze.
"Yeah?" I smiled slightly, wanting to hear the words that would allow me to bury myself inside of her. Once again, my painfully hard cock pulsed between us as she shifted against me, her nipples tightening. I saw her mouth part slightly, and in a snap decision I flipped her so that she was pressed against the tile wall, her back arching as she pressed her ass towards me. "You want me to just take what I want? Because what I want right now is to ram home inside your tight little cunt and fuck you until all you can say is the word 'yes.'"
"Dean," she rasped as she looked back at me, and the blatant need in her gaze had me running the tip of my cock against her drenched little pussy. The breathy sound that came out of her mouth had me groaning as I placed my lips against her neck, right over the scar of my mating mark.
"You want me to fuck you?" I goaded, running a hand over her waist and up to cup her breast. Her nipple pebbled further under my fingers as she moaned out my name once again.
"Yes." She went up on raised toes as if that would make me fuck her faster. It did, for the record. Without warning, I slammed home and she let out a cry, her eyes closing and cunt tightening around me in a vise-like grip.