Page 8 of Unhallowed

“Yes, please. I’ve missed you. Take what you want.”

“Ask me,” I demand.

“For what?” There’s a frown on her face.

“Ask me to take you.”

“Please, Drav.” She all but begs. “Takeme. Make me feel good. Make me forget about my life.”

I descend on her like a starved man. And starved I really fucking am as I take her clit between my lips and suck on it lightly. I alternate between sucks and licks, not wanting to overwhelm her since it’s been a long time since she’s done this.

She props herself against the wall, her head resting against it with her leg slung over my shoulder and closes her eyes. With one hand I hold onto her leg, and with the other I take my cock in my hand and begin to pump it.

Angel’s moans are loud, echoing off the bathroom walls, and I jerk off harder, faster, to the pace of how I’m licking her. They sound even better than when she was eighteen, throatier, huskier. Now I can’t control my damn self after I see how crazy I’m making her. Her leg tightens around me and her hands come to my hair, ripping at the strands as she begins to ride my face.

Fucking hell.

My spine begins to tingle, my balls drawing up, and just as her legs begin to shake I come all over the shower floor. She screams, pulling my hair, and I moan as the last drop of my cum hits the ground.

“Oh.” She sighs as I extricate her from me. “Draven.”

“I know, baby.”

I turn off the shower heads and grab the towel from the nearest hook. White and fluffy and large just for her, then I dry her thoroughly. I carry her to my bed and give her my shirt, all the while dripping water across my suite. But I don’t give a shit, she will always come first. Or as first as she can be.

Angel gets dressed in my black t-shirt—which swallows her whole as it comes down to mid-thigh—and then curls up in my bed like she’s exhausted. She probably is considering the amount of hours it took to get her here to Silent Grove, Virginia. The little town she lived in, Salem, Alabama is in the middle of nowhere. But now she’s here and I’m never letting her go.

She falls asleep quickly, her deep breaths filling the space between us, yet making me feel hollow all over again. I get dressed and climb in next to her, but I don’t let sleep claim me. Instead, I watch her. Her breaths echo in my ears, the way her little nostrils flare as she takes them in and out. Angel’s closed eyes flutter behind her lids, and I hope she’s dreaming of us. I don’t look at the time or know how long I’ve been staring at her; all I know is that I’m still in awe of her. All these years later, and nothing has changed. At least not for me.

An alarm rings on my phone and I look at it, unable to remember why I set it, but even still I sit up in bed, and she does too. “What is that?”

“An alarm, Firefly.”

“Oh,” she mumbles with furrowed brows. “I’m hungry,” she says as her stomach growls and her face heats.

“Let’s find you something to eat, okay?”

“Okay.”

We get out of bed and open the door, stepping out of the bedroom and closing it behind us. For some reason my adoptive brother and soulmate’s door is open—which he doesn’t usually leave that way—and just as we’re about to pass it he steps out of the room.

Completely naked.

And with a hard dick.

What. The. Fuck.

He makes no move to cover himself, instead he has a smile playing on his lips and a twinkle in his eye that makes me want to fucking destroy him.

And I swear on my life I will if he fucks with me and her.

“We have a screamer among us,” I say to Draven, while leering at her. Her face heats, and she glares at me like she wants to stab me, blue eyes flashing. Her perfect lips purse after a moment of me watching her, and I look down her body to appreciate her figure. I don’t even try to hide it as my eyes linger on her perky little tits, then her thin waist and slightly curvy body. A goddess.

“Shut the fuck up.” He growls and my smile turns into a grin. “Let’s go, Angel.”

“Angel, huh?” I ask her, and her eyes narrow on me but she doesn’t say anything still. I kind of like her bratty nature; she’d look good on her knees for me. She doesn’t look like an angel though, she looks like a beautiful demon waiting to be summoned. A fucking brat underneath all her layers. “I’m Kill. Nice to meet you.”

At that she nods, her eyes softening slightly. Her eyes are so deeply blue I begin to get lost in them, then shake myself out of it. “Nice to meet you too.”

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