Lust and pleasure wound through me, zinging me.
My body heated. I needed him.
The time he took to go to his father and back hadn’t been that long—a few days, but it felt longer. Like months. Space and distance in any form weren’t supposed to come between bonded souls, but it’d been necessary.
I’d ached for him while he was gone, but now he was here, and that ache was throbbing.
I wanted more. Of him.
He laid me down on the bed and began tasting me.
The corner of my lips.
The side of my face.
My throat.
My chest.
Between my breasts.
My right breast. My nipple.
My left. The left nipple.
He kept moving down. His tongue moved over me, sensually caressing.
I could barely endure it.
I felt myself coming apart at the seams, wanting him, but he held off. He bent over me, moving farther down.
Down.
My stomach.
His hands went to my pants, hooked into the waistband, and pulled them down.
Rising, his mouth moved as his hands skimmed over my hips, taking hold of my panties.
He slid two fingers underneath each side. A trail of goose bumps and shivers followed, igniting the ache inside of me.
I could feel the throb. It had its own heartbeat.
He looked up, his eyes finding mine, his mouth lowering as he pulled my panties down my legs. Then I felt his lips on my clit, his tongue moving, tasting me.
A shattering sensation of pleasure ripped through me, and I gasped, my back lifting off the mattress.
He placed a hand on my stomach, holding me down, and he continued.
His tongue moved in.
Out.
Tasting me.
Filling me back up.
He gave a hard thrust, then a gentle rub right after. He kept thrusting, and he held me down all the while.
“Kellan!” I cried aloud.
“Not yet.”
“Now!”
“Not yet.”
I could hear his amusement.
I tried to bring my legs around him, squeezing him in protest, but he used his senses to hold me in place.
“What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, his powers now holding me fully immobile. I was pinned in place as he kept tasting me.
Another thrust.
The pleasure built.
Out.
The ache tripled.
In.
Quadrupled.
Out.
Five times strong.
I pleaded with him. “Please, Kellan.”
“Not. Yet.”
He moved over me but didn’t enter. Instead, he slid his tongue farther inside, but then I felt him breach my body. He was merging with me completely—soul to soul.
I cried out. We’d done this before, but there was an extra emotional element here.
He was half corporeal. The other part was inside of me, caressing me everywhere.
My body shook.
I needed release.
He paused.
I wept, a tear sliding down my cheek. Everything was too much—yet amazing. I couldn’t handle it.
I felt his soul as it grazed against mine.
And I burst.
The climax roared through me, and I could hear myself screaming—out loud, in his mind, and in mine. Then, before I finished coming, my body still trembling and shaking, he entered me fully.
His mouth came to mine, and he started all over again, bringing us both to another release. But for me, it took a looong time.
A REPLETE KELLAN
I fortified our bond.
Shay didn’t seem to notice during our lovemaking, but I did this throughout the entire night. Time after time, I reached for her, and each time, my soul cemented our bond.
Bonds are supposed to be permanent anyway, but with this prophecy…I was worried. I’m sure my father hadn’t told me all of it, the demon side of him acting on it and holding some back. That’s the part I couldn’t prepare for.
So, this was my fail-safe.
If the prophecy came to fruition—and prophecies did tend to happen—Shay would be killed. Not her soul, though. I wouldn’t let that happen. As I kissed her, caressed her, I wove our binds together so that if her body were destroyed, her soul would come to me.
In a way, I would own it, but only until she would get another body.
I couldn’t lose Shay.
I could not.
I would not.
This was how it had to be.
It was early in the morning now, and I looked over.
Her body was exhausted. Her soul was more than content. But still, I felt the edge moving in me at the thought of losing her.
I reached for her again.
I moved her on top of me, facing away, and then I slid inside.
She gasped, her body bending backward, her breasts arching into the air.
I reached out, holding onto one, my other hand at her hip as I guided and moved with her, and I kept weaving.
FRATERNITY KELLAN
Shay had said we’d go to a Christmas party put on by her brother’s fraternity, so here we were on the Alpha Mu’s front step. The house was decked out in fake snow, candy canes lined their sidewalk, a giant inflatable snowman wearing a bikini top but no bottoms and holding a joint sat next to the house, and they had phony reindeer set up in the front yard.
“Bah-humbug, my homies.”
The brother who opened the door in the world’s ugliest holiday sweater gave us the greeting, and I instantly wanted to smite him. Just because.
He took a look at Shay and frowned. “Not cool. Chicks are supposed to be decked out in slutty Christmas angel costumes.”
He did not say that, not in front of me.
Shay glanced my way, feeling my wrath, but the dude was impervious. He looked my way, saw that I wasn’t abiding by the ugly sweater rule either, and his frown deepened. Then he finally saw my face.
His frown disappeared. He swallowed and took a step back. “I mean, welcome to the festivities.” He cleared his throat. “Uh, may your night be filled with debauchery, your drinks plentiful, and may you find your way home in the literal or scoring way.” He winked, but his throat was still trembling when he was done.
“Down, Kellan.”
Damien swept into the room, appearing from I had no clue where, and I didn’t care because my demon had not been satisfied. I wanted to demolish this human in the most glorious and bloody way. I wanted to feel his blood dripping from my hands—
“Okay.”
Shay’s voice in my head stopped my thoughts cold.
“Calm down,” she added, touching my bicep.
Damien stood between his fraternity brother and me. He didn’t say a word.
I was on the edge, teetering there.
If I fell, I’d take everyone with me I could—all souls.
I’d never been this much on edge, ever.
“Something is wrong with me.”
Damien grunted. “You think?”
“He has this new bloodthirst. I noticed it before his dad summoned him—”
“HIS DAD SUMMONED HIM?”
I shared a look with Shay. Had we not shared that with him? I guessed from his bulging eyes that we had not.
Both Damien and Shay were in my head, but I shoved them out. “I need space.”
I felt Shay’s hurt gasp. This was becoming a pattern, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
I wanted to hurt.
I wanted to maim.