Most of the time they were filthy as fuck, but she can be a classy bitch when she wants to be. My absolute favorite has been a dahlia.
I glance over to the top of the drinks, one reads “Lick my” and shows a picture of a pussy, while the other is a dick with a mouth wrapped around it. “Saw you staring at twisty over there in the back. Be careful with that one, Hav.”
“I’m always careful,” I tell her, grabbing the two glasses in my hands. I can feel the heat radiating through the copper, burning my hand. The burn aches me, distracting me from the chaos in my mind. That’s all my mind is, chaos. I try so hard to distract myself, to rid myself of the thoughts that plague my mind when all the noise dissipates. It’s why I work so much in Sanctuary, because when things get quiet all I can do is think, and that’s when my nightmares truly come to haunt me.
I leave Sapphire’s office and head back into the bar, when I peer over to the left I see that he’s still sitting there, looking as serious as ever. “It might not be sweet and creamy, but it sure is wet,” I say, sliding the dragon’s breath across the table to him. I take a quick glance around the bar and see that a few of our patrons have since left. I can count the couple that are left in here on one hand. That gives me reason enough to slide right in next to him and take a seat.
I sit my glass of dragon’s breath on the table and take a sip, looking at him. He’s giving me a whimsical look, showing me exactly how amused he is. C’mon, it’s not like I’d go right back to work even if we were packed. “I got a little distracted tonight. Don’t want you thinking I forgot about your twisted ass,” I say with a wink, bringing my glass of dragon’s breath back to my lips, I revel in the way the tart liquid feels sliding past my lips, into my throat and the fuzzy feeling it gives when it hits the pit of my stomach.
He gives me a half smirk, revealing two massive fangs on the left side of his mouth. They get caught on his lips, but I get a good look at them before he fixes it, returning to his resting dick face. “I had a feeling you liked to play with your tongue, just didn’t realize you’d use it to suck some blood.”
“I’m not a blood sucker,” he grumbles out, spitting it with a hint of anger. Jeeze. I wonder what that’s about.
“You aren’t, are you?” I happen to wonder what exactly he is. I’ve wondered since I first set eyes on him. There are so many possibilities, and I haven’t even begun to go down the long list of what he may be quite yet. “I propose a fun game of gander and wit,” I giggle, leaning a bit closer to him. I catch the way his eyes simmer on mine. I’m enticing him, giving him a bone of sorts and he can’t even tell me he doesn’t enjoy it. He does, and I see it so clearly. “I’ll guess what you are and every time I’m wrong, I’ll take a drink.”
He lifts the glass, taking a hefty sip before my eyes then he coughs. “Dragon’s breath? You’ll be on your ass in no time.”
“I hope to be on my ass, but not because of the drink.”
Our playful flirting continues after I go through tons of paranormal species. I’ve taken over eleven sips at this point, and maybe he is right. Just maybe I will be on my ass in no time.
“Okay, okay. I think I know what you are,” I stammer out, the elixirs totally fucking with my system at this point.
“Go for it, Fira” He smirks, calling me that name yet again. It should bother me, shouldn’t it? It doesn’t, though. It kind of turns me on. Okay, it totally fucking turns me on. Fuck.
Oh...fuck.
FUCK.
I’m not just drinking any elixir. I decided on dragon’s breath, an aphrodisiac. No wonder I’m sitting here in this booth beside him, thinking of all the ways he can rough me up. My entire body feels like I’ve been lit aflame, the heat running over my skin, edging me on more and more.
I shift in my seat, crossing my legs, trying not to think about how it would feel if he grazed those fangs against my neck as he sunk himself inside of me...but I can’t help it. I’m thinking about it, and only it.
I keep my eyes on him, analyzing his features, his high cheekbones and those hot fuck-me eyes that burn right through me. Shit, I’m a goner. I grab the dragon’s breath in front of me and take a quick shot, downing the rest of the tart liquid. Setting the copper mug down on the table, I move quickly, afraid that maybe I’ll let him talk me out of it if I don’t act now.
I take my legs over his lap, nestling myself closely against him. I can feel his eyes assessing me as I move, as my hand goes to his neck and grazes against his barely-there scruff. I’m sure he’ll be shaving soon, he’s always looked so clean shaven when he’s come into the bar. Maybe it’s the dragon’s breath, or maybe it’s simply the fact that this dude has drawn me to him since the first time I laid my eyes on him. I’m not sure, the only thing I’m certain about is how badly I want to crush my lips onto his, so I do.
Shit. My lips hit his, the softness of his lips is so different from his callous personality. Almost as if he is the best of both worlds. He grabs the back of my neck, entangling his hand in my hair as he pulls me closer against him. I can’t help but roll my hips along his length, which I feel growing underneath me this very second, and boy...if what I can feel is any inclination of what my future holds….fuck me sideways.
His tongue darts into my mouth, the top of my lip being caught by his fangs, I can’t help but moan. It’s so sinful, so decadent. I continue to roll my hips, feeling his tongue play with mine. I take my hands and wrap my arms around his shoulders, trying to pull me closer to him - to whatever this heavenly feeling is.
I’ve kissed other men, hell, we all know I’ve fucked them but never in my life have I been this magnetized by a man.
He pulls me against him, his own hips matching my movements. Fuck, the moans slip out into our kiss, nothing but euphoria exudes me. His fang punctures right above my lip, almost where a Monroe piercing would be. I can feel the blood start to slide slowly down over my skin, onto my mouth and into our kiss.
His eyes stare deep into mine, and while one second, I’m kissing him, being dry humped in his lap, the next I’m being thrown on the booth next to him as he mumbles something about needing to go to the bathroom and disappears straight from my sight.
What in the fuck just happened, and who does this fucker think he is?
Chapter 7
If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell.
-Anonymous-
Jett
Dammit. Dammit. Fuck!
I pace back and forth in the small bathroom, trying to calm myself down. I let that go too far, way too far. Darkness almost came out of me, and he’s still trying like the nasty bastard he is. I breathe in deep as I pace the length of the bathroom, before I walk over to the sink and turn on the faucet, allowing myself to drown in the noise of the water hitting the porcelain, watching as it goes down the drain.
My hope is that it will calm me, but, I know better. If Darkness really wants to come out, he will. The past has proven just that.
What the fuck? How has she not passed out...how is she still fucking awake?
I stand, staring at myself in the mirror, seeing the signs that he is very well going to come out tonight. My skin is starting to turn black in some places, patching over in his rough, impenetrable skin. Horns begin to grow while my eyes start to film over, pitch black. In this moment, I can’t see. He’s blocked out my ability to see anything, but I can hear, and I can smell.
Like any being, whenever one sense is blocked, the others heighten to make up for the loss. I can hear the pitter patter of feet coming in heavy, strong, heated footsteps make their way to just outside the bathroom door before they pause. I don’t have to guess who it could be. I already know.
The door flies open and before I hear the click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, bound to give me an earful. I roar at her, “OUT!”
I keep my face turned away, not knowing how far Darkness has progressed in his transformation.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but…” Her words slo
wly begin to fade as I hear Darkness’ words heavy in our mind.
Mine. She’s ours. She belongs to me. She has our mark. Haven...our Haven.
***
Darkness
I turn my face and look at her, all of her. She’s our Haven, a sweet tortured little thing. I can smell the pain that radiates from her, like it’s burned into her blood. She smells so sweet, all I want to do is eat her alive. She has so much pain….just for me. So hungry. I’m just so hungry.
I watch as her eyes register who I am, wondering if she fears me, or if she is intrigued by me. No longer do I look like Jett, but I am something so much more than him. He and I are one, co-existing in the same body.
The expression she wears delights me. If she was afraid I would be able to smell it on her, but I don’t. She smells as she always does, sweet, full of horrors that I wish to take from her. I want to know what they are, so badly I want to see them, to feel everything that has happened to her.
She closes the door behind her, locking it before she approaches me, her eyes rake over my body, looking from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. I wonder what she thinks in this moment.
“At least now I know why you ran off to the bathroom like a scared little bitch after I kissed you. I wouldn’t want others to know you were a shifter too, especially an ugly fucker like this,” she purrs, taking a couple steps towards me, she places her hand over my skin and rubs softly. Her touch is soothing, relaxing me in a way I never thought possible.
“I’m no shifter,” I growl out, bringing my claw behind her head, making her look up to me. “I’m Darkness.” I drag my tongue out over her lips, making sure I gather the blood that marks her as mine. She tastes so sweet, even better than I thought she would.
I take my hand over my trousers and free my cock, it bounces out, begging for her attention. Never have I wanted a woman such as this. Never have they made me want them this badly. Only her. Only Haven, she is different, so much more different than the rest. I can smell her, the parts of her that are like me but haven’t come through yet. No, she hasn’t had her awakening. I wonder how old she is, and when it will happen...it must be soon, I can’t wait.
No, I won’t wait.
It must be soon, otherwise she wouldn’t smell this way. I wouldn’t be able to pick up on the shade that runs through her veins. She smells like fire, from a place that I know all too well - my home.
Haven smells like Xeha, and this only means one thing. I just don’t want to wait to find out what I already know. Maybe if I just have a taste of her I will find out more. Regardless if I discover more about her, I’m going to have her either way. I want her, and mine she will be...no, ours. I will let Jett have her too. I will share her with him. Maybe then he will stop fighting me as much...he may let me come out more, and it may remove the stick that’s shoved so far up his ass. Nevertheless, I will appear, no matter if he allows it or not. He knows I will if I really want to. While Jett may be strong, he will never be as strong as I am.
“Mmmm,” she moans against my lips, bringing me out of my own head. Haven wraps her small hand around my cock, stroking me, squeezing around the base and pulling along my length. I lift her up suddenly, causing her to gasp as I put her ass on the porcelain sink base. I take my hand, running my claw against her pants, lightly along her lips. I watch her closely, the way her eyes center on me, the way that her lips form into a soft “o”. She’s nothing but compliant, I’ll have to change that.
“Jesus. Are you going to fuck me, or what, Scaly?” There she is. I smirk, pushing her shoulder blades back into the mirror on the wall as my claw cuts through the cloth of her pants, exposing her to me. She’s glistening wet, I don’t even have to tease her. Then again, maybe Jett has done that for me all night.
I place my mouth at the base of her neck, smelling the Xeha the best here. I breathe her in, the scent of home strong in my nostrils as I slam my cock inside of her. No wonder Jett has called her Fira, I think it has less to do about her spirit and more about the comments I have made, calling her fire. I allow him to think that this was his idea, but it isn’t.
Haven, Fira...is all my idea.
I grind myself into her in strong, powerful movements. Her hands go to the base of the sink, holding onto each side as I pound myself inside her. “F-fuck!” she purrs, tilting her neck to the left, giving me better access. I run my tongue along her skin. Fuck, she tastes like Xeha too. The embers, the fire, the smoke….it’s part of her. Her skin. Her scent. Her blood.
She is from Xeha...but what is she?
Her arms wrap around my shoulders, yet she is careful not to run her hands along my jagged edges. If she did, she’d no doubt bleed, but I would find much pleasure in tasting more of her blood.
Haven lifts her hips to me, allowing me to push deeper inside her. Her soaking wet pussy convulses around me, draining my cock, wanting me to release myself inside of her. I will. I’ll mark her in every fucking way that I want to.
I shove my claws against the mirror, glass falling onto her back while I ram my cock with as much force as I can, urging to fill her up.
“Fuck, Darkness,” she whines, digging her hands into my skin, her palms beginning to bleed. She isn’t being careful now, I can smell the blood dripping down her forearms, and all I want to do is drag my tongue across her and lather it up, tasting my home.
“Mine. You’re ours, Fira,” I growl to her in my native tongue, knowing she won’t be able to understand a word of it. I slam my lips down onto hers, shoving her body further into the half-broken mirror behind her, fucking her silly. I have so much time to make up for, sinking my cock into her is just as grand as I thought it was going to be.
Haven bites my bottom lip, her pussy narrows around my cock, squeezing the ever-loving life out of me. I’m a goner, shooting my load inside of her. She should consider herself lucky. If she’d had her awakening, I’d very well be doing this to her every day, making her carry my offspring.
One day her awakening will come, and I’ll figure out exactly what she is...I think I might have a clue, but only time will tell. I wrap her in my claws, holding her close against me, careful not to make her bleed any more than she already is. While I want her blood, she is precious to me. I close my eyes and think it’s time that I let Jett back out.
He’s bound to be pissed, I chuckle inside my mind.
Chapter 8
You can’t sell dreams to someone who has walked through nightmares.
- Anonymous
Jett
I come to, heavy breaths falling from my mouth, feeling like I’ve just ran a triathlon. Sweat glistens my forehead, my hair sticking to it. I bring my head down further and feel something soft, also wet...that’s when I open my eyes and see Haven’s body, her tattoo clad arms. I glance down, looking at her pants, at the torn portion between her legs and see that I’m buried inside of her, red liquid seeping out of her, over my cock.
Fuck. Darkness!
“Are you okay?” I ask, genuinely concerned. He could have killed her, but I guess he could’ve done a lot of things to her. I should be thankful that he’s only done this. Fuck, if he wasn’t constantly inside me I might’ve fucked her too.
“Yeah, Darkness. I’m peachy fucking keen,” she mumbles, leaning against me.
“Jett. Darkness is who you just met,” I tell her quietly, wondering how the fuck I’m supposed to explain my crazy ex spelled a demon inside of my body.
I lift my head up and look at her, directly in the eyes. I think I’m going to find confusion, but I don’t. In her eyes hold something else, acceptance. There’re no questions, just...acceptance. “So, instead of Jekyll and Hyde you’ve got this Jett and Darkness thing going on?”
“Something like that,” I chuckle, grinning at her.
“Well, hate to break it to you, but I’m pretty sure both of your personalities kinda like me.” Sassy as fuck and she’s right. There’s no denying Darkness’ interest in her, but she’s obtained mine as well. Spitf
ire women kind of do that to me. I look at her, seeing her pants are shredded thanks to Darkness and take off my dress shirt, handing it to her. She’s a bit shorter than me, so my hope is that it will at least go to her mid-thigh and cover up the opening that he gave her.
Haven slides the black dress shirt over her, slowly buttoning it up and that’s when I noticed her bloody palms. “What happened? Did he do that to you?”
“No, I did it to myself. I really liked what he was giving me and those horns spikes all over his body are kinda hot, I may have dug my hands into them a little bit right before I came.”
“You need to be more careful. If you don’t watch out those can get infected. Next time you …, ” I warn her, stopping as her grin grows Cheshire Cat wide.
“You said next time,” she snickers, buttoning the last one on the shirt. I was right, it covers her up just enough.
Just as I’m about to reply, we both whip our faces to the doorway as we hear screams break out in Sanctuary. Before I can even make a step, Haven jumps down from the sink and heads towards the door, pulling it open and running through the opening. Fuck, she’s quick. I follow closely behind, needing to stay near her.
I look around and see that Sanctuary is now filled with people, when before it seemed like they were going to close for the night, now it looks like there’s a killer party going down. If the screams hadn’t jolted us, I would sure think that. Haven comes to a halt in front of me and I bump into the back of her, we both stand still, staring at everyone in shock. Every single supernatural in this bar had the same look on their face.
Horror.
I focus my gaze on the windows and see why everyone is so afraid. There has been only one other time where I have seen this madness come about. Dark shadow figures fly around the sky, diving into any human outside of Sanctuary’s walls. I can’t help but watch as a woman who runs towards the door of Sanctuary falls to the ground as a demon takes ahold of her, filling her body as she was trying to escape the madness. When she rises, the smirk that she wears tells me that she is no longer human. Now the chaos has taken ahold of her.
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