Hmm.
This verbal foreplay, while fun, will not satisfy this ache that is quickly taking over my every thought and very literally dripping down my thighs. “Maybe finding another little kitten might do the trick?” I ache my own eyebrow to match his.
That gets the reaction I was hoping for. Oh, how we love this despicable fun.
You see Zendred and I have one thing in common; our tastes for the naughtier things in life.
Most of our encounters involve sex.
Plain and simple.
While Zen holds a special place in my life; this is not an exclusive arrangement. These games are meant for quick releases and deplorable fantasies amongst two beings who can trust each other with their limits.
We have been like this longer than I can remember. We just make sense, but exclusivity holds no place in this relationship. We are demons; we have no risk of unwanted pregnancy or diseases, so we have no reason for monogamy.
“While that idea sounds downright delicious and we desperately do need find another little creature soon; I don’t want to wait that long. I will just have to do with you and you alone right now, N.” Damn the rugged, deep timber of his laugh does naughty things to my insides; which opens the flood gates to my desire. There is no more deny it. I watch in fascination as his nostrils flare when he catches my scent.
I throw my head back against the pillow and laugh along with him. Before I get the chance to reply to his comment I feel a hand on my ankle and I squeal when I am dragged down the bed towards him. The white sheet bunches around me and makes me feel like a virgin sacrifice being served up on a silver platter to the devil himself.
Hmm, too bad the real devil isn’t a man at all.
Oh, how the humans have gotten everything so mixed up.
My own existence among those things.
If they only knew the truth, the chaos it would create, but back to more pressing matters.
Both figuratively and very fucking literally if the hard heat sliding against my leg is proof enough. I don’t even get a moment to catch my breath before I feel Zen move with otherworldly speed and align his dick at my entrance. Yep, guess he wasn’t joking about not being about to wait. The moan that escapes my lips as it oh so slowly slides into me leads to a chain of events. My vocal submission snaps the last restraint Zen has over his demonic side. He throws my legs roughly over his solid shoulders and begins to thrust with absolute abandon.
Each perfectly deep movement hits that fucking spot that clears every thought left in my sleep deprived brain. I grip the sheets at my sides for dear life unable to do anything more than to just take everything he is dishing out. And I fucking love every second of the pleasure being pumped into my body.
In a matter of minutes, I feel that familiar tensing in my core and welcome the pure sinful oblivion about to explode. the heels of my feet dig into Zen’s back in a desperate attempt to bring him closer. More. I just need a little more. A little harder. One more precise grind. I feel his dick pulsing against the tightening core of my walls; I am so close. Almost there. I can’t even contain the noises leaving my mouth and he is right there with me. We are about to fly to fucking heaven—and that’s when my fucking door slams open.
“For fucks sake!” A male voice yells and I throw my eyes open at the sound of the number one person I do not want to see here right now.
The minute my gaze lands on eyes the exact same shade of pale blue as my own that precious organism I was seconds away from leaves my body in a frigid rush.
“The fuck, Ny? I guess knocking isn’t a thing in your old as fuck age?” Zen stopped thrusting when he heard my twin’s voice and pulls out of me while turning his head in the direction of my climax stealer. Oh how I hate him right now.
“The fuck is right Nychero. Why they hell are you in my loft right now?” I have yet to move my legs from Zen’s shoulders, and I don’t plan on it unless this bitch tells me the fucking world is ending. I still fully intend to finish what is rightfully mine once my brother leaves.
Which better be fucking soon.
I am a cranking bitch when I am left on the edge of climax. I wouldn’t recommend it. Unless you want to lose your head. Believe me when I say I have killed for less in my lifetime.
“Trust me seeing your fuck toy’s ass was not on my to-do list today, but if you don’t answer your fucking phone every once in a while, then you leave me no choice. Seriously, Noire I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” His imposing sizes saunters into the room like he owns the place.
To be fair most people’s height tends to seem larger than normal to me. Blame it on my shorter than average stature. Who would think that such a powerful Bitch would be no more than three inches above five feet? It’s a good thing I have a personality to match that of the most feared in all the realms. No one would think twice to cross me; my small stature be damned.
“I swear to the creators if the world is not fucking ending it isn’t that important.” I level my sibling with a look that conveys just how serious I am. Unfortunately, his expression is just as severe.
Fuck my life; I am starting to get that tingle on my neck. That one that tells me something big has to be going on.
“Interesting choice of words there, Wicked One. Your presence has been summoned for the Summit.” I watch an array of emotions flash across his face. Shit not what I wanted to hear.
I drag my legs from Zen and he gets the clue to step away from me. I feel the spark of magic zip over my body as I conjure up a long flowing black dressing gown. I love this ability. And because I do everything extra, my robe is made of pure silk with delicate lace details that bleed into a three-foot train that falls oh so beautifully on the floor below my feet. I finish the look by conjuring sinful black pumps that put any stripper to shame. What can I say, I may be short but I make up for it with heels for days.
My feet land on the ground with an audible click and I stand and begin making my way over to the window that Ny is currently gazing out of. I place my hand delicately on his shoulder, hoping to relieve some of the tension I sense there. I might be pissed as fuck at him right now, but he is the last person I ever want to see in distress.
“Why now? They are normally fine with you acting as me. What has changed?” I pause as another idea unwarrantedly slips into my clustered mind, “unless the seals have started again?” Ny makes no move to look at me and that gives me all the answers I need. Fuck. Like double, triple, extra fudge fuck.
“We need go. Now. I tried to give you a warning dear sister, but you do have an aversion to human cell phones.” He runs a hand through his dark hair in forged frustration which knocks away the soft comfort I was trying to bestow. I only let the rejection of the affection sting for a minute, because I rarely show that side for anyone other than him, but he defiantly has a point. I don’t even know where that phone of mine is right now. Why is the human realm so primitive?
“And let me guess Father didn’t summon me himself because he wanted to make it known that your only need is to be my errand boy?” The distain in my voice is clear. Ny belts out a laugh that contains no humor and opens his arm wide like he is on display.
“Why of course, what else am I here for? Let’s go.” I nod and make my way over to the dark wooden door in the far corner of the room, the one door that doesn’t match the modern décor of my loft. Carved into the door is a gruesome scene from the Battle of the First; the first battle I won. Delightfully fond memories I hold close, but not a story for right now. I swing open the door and walk through the portal.
Just to give you a little insight in to what you are getting yourself into, things about to get fucking intense. You know in case you want to turn and run, now is the time. This is the safe option. I’m serious, shit is about to get insane. This is your last warning—
What? You’re still here? Okay, well you can’t blame me for the chaos you are about to be engulfed in.
Both Nychero and I were giving the same ‘gifts’ since we
are in fact the sacred Blood Twins, but only I bear the Title.
Our Father, the asshole that he is, left Nychero as nothing more than a profane poster child for human fear. Only a pretender. While I hide behind the scenes and did the dirty work. Because a tiny delicate female does not have the image to instill the terror of The Wicked One; The Bloody Princess; The Profane and Wicked goddess; The Antichrist.
That’s right; I am The fucking Antichrist.
I told you that you should have turned away while you had the chance.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to my amazing support system!
To my family for putting up with the chaos of the past month, and loving me through my stress induced mood swings.
Ceri, Sookie, Sammy, and Kadee: Thank you for the encouragement to push through and cultivate this idea.
Jamie: Thank you for being the best PA and my sound board throughout this process, and also reading stuff over again just to have me talk about it more.
Dawn: Thank you for taking on the challenge of editing this all while bearing through when I kept changing things; just to take them out again, and then turning it into a whole book.
Most of all thank you for reading this. I swear I am the luckiest girl in the world to be able to do this, my dream job.
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Writing has been a passion of mine since my later years of elementary school. As an avid beach lover, I am lucky enough to live along the Alabama/Florida coast. Most weekends you will find me out on the water with my family. Speaking of family, I have the best family and friend support system in the world.
I can truly say it only takes the right people believing in you, that help you learn to believe in yourself, to make your dreams come true. If you put your mind to it, the possibilities in your life are endless. My goal is to be able to show that through my work
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