Page 25 of Summoned

With his next breath, I’m in front of him. “I made you fall in love withme.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want to keep me, Kaelin,” Jer says through gritted teeth. “Now you can.”

“Forever?” I ask, intrigued by his offer. Sam is now trying to shout, and I tighten my hold on him without even moving.

“Until I die.”

“I won’t let you.” I grin. “If you do this, you’ll live with me forever.”

“Then forever it is.”

Getting closer to him, I look down at his body. He’s not trembling, not scared. His voice is steady with determination, and when I finally reach him, he looks into my eyes. My hand reaches toward his face, and he stays still for me, letting myknuckles brush over his cheekbone. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, and I want to fucking do it for him. But instead, I lick his face with my forked tongue, tasting him. His eyes open as he gasps, but he doesn’t recoil. Instead, his eyes blaze with uncontained lust.

This human is going to be the death of me.

My ruin.

My fucking undoing.

I nod, grinning. “I accept your terms, little human.” He nods quickly too, a smile taking over his face. “I’ll let them live.”

And then, without preamble, I go back into Sam’s body.

The air is cold in the mausoleum as I pace back and forth, wondering how the hell I went from being a boring college student tothis. 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’veknown 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 ishim.

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—tooperfect. 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,starvedfor 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. Andme? 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.”

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