Denying the Watcher

by Kim Loraine

  I will not commit murder.

  I will not commit murder.

  The fucker just slid his hands over her hips.

  I will not commit murder.

  Then she looks at me. Fucking looks. And runs her fingers through his hair before pulling him close and pressing her lips to his. God-fucking-dammit! Taking measured steps, I close the distance between us, push the asshole a little harder than necessary, and toss Willow over my shoulder.

  “Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Devin?” She kicks and claws at me, but I’ve got the upper hand. I know she’s strong, but I’m stronger, and there’s no way I’m letting anyone but me put their hands on her.

  Willow is mine.

  “Devin! Put me down!” I scream at him, hoping someone will stop this as he strides through the doors of the club with me on his shoulder. No one bats an eye. Rape culture at its finest.

  “Stop screaming. I just saved you from making a terrible decision.”

  “I am a grown woman. I can fuck whoever I goddamn choose.”

  He finally sets me on my feet when we reach his bike where it’s parked in the darkened alley. I fight the urge to knee him in the balls. Eyes burning with jealousy, he pushes me up against the brick wall. The cold stone is jarring on my heated skin.

  “You’re not fucking anyone unless that man is me.”

  His forehead is resting on mine, one hand trailing down my cheek, over my jaw, and then along my neck. An involuntary shiver runs through me at his nearness. He smells like leather, and as mad as I am at him right now, all I want to do is run my tongue along his neck. So I do. The groan he lets out makes a pool of desire collect between my legs. I need control of this situation. But he doesn’t seem to get that as he shoves his knee between my legs and lifts me so my thighs wrap around his waist. One hand skims my bare leg, running up higher and higher until he reaches the sheathed stake I’ve hidden there. Pulling it free, he holds it up and grins.

  “Fighting vampires tonight, Angel?”

  With a nervous laugh, I shift against him, fighting a moan when my core comes in contact with the hard length of him. His lips crash down on mine as I hear the sound of wood clattering on pavement. He’s tossed aside my only weapon. I should be shoving him away, collecting my stake, and leaving him behind. Instead, I let his fingers push past the barrier of my panties. An ache begins to build between my legs, a need to be filled. His fingers push deep inside me, and I cry out against his lips.

  “That’s right. Let me make you come. Let me show you that I’m the only man you want.” His fingers move, curling and thrusting, coated in my wetness. Dipping his head, he bites down gently on my neck and trails kisses along my shoulder. “Fuck, Willow. I want to sink my cock inside you. Tell me yes. Tell me you’re mine.”

  Right now, I’m pretty sure I’ll let this man do anything he wants as long as he lets me come. “God, yes, Devin. I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.” Then, as if he’s punishing me, he removes his fingers and sets me down. “No,” I whine, hating how weak I sound. “Why did you stop?”

  Linking our fingers, he pulls me toward his motorcycle. “You’re coming home with me so I can taste you properly—in my bed for the rest of the night.”

  He hands me a helmet, forgoing one himself, and I climb on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head between his shoulders. I breathe in his scent and fight off the wave of arousal threatening to send my hand diving down the front of his leather pants.

  “Hang on to me, Angel. We’ll be there soon.”

  The engine rumbles to life, and we pull out of the parking lot. My mind is racing as the wind whips my dress around, my angel wings fluttering behind me as we fly down the street. Clearly, Devin isn’t interested in following speed limits. In what seems like minutes, we park in an underground garage. Looking around, I take in the shiny classic cars, the Range Rover, the Ducati. Shit, the man must be loaded.

  “Are all these yours?”

  He chuckles. “No. Just the Ducati and the Harley. I’ve got an Aston Martin back at my place too, but I like to feel the wind in my hair and the power of the engine between my legs.”

  “You should wear a helmet. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten pulled over yet.”

  Taking my helmet, he smirks. “I get pulled over all the time. I’m just highly skilled at talking my way out of tickets.”

  “So, who has the car fetish?” Please don’t say girlfriend.

  “My friend Galen. He spends most of his time at his home in Ireland with his wife and kids, but he keeps this house for visits. I get the added benefit of being a sort of permanent house sitter … when I’m not working out of state. I’ve got a place about forty-five minutes away too. This is just more convenient.”

  “What do you do?”

  He takes my hand and leads me to a stairwell. “I guess you’d call it … freelance. I go where I’m told. Sometimes the job is quick and easy. Sometimes I spend the better part of a year trying to get it done.”

  I don’t know how to feel about that. He’s like me, a nomad. Although, I’m sure he doesn’t hunt and kill vampires. Instead of commenting, I stay silent, breathing him in and hoping he’ll put his hands on me. He’s exactly what I need. No strings attached. Just the fuck of my life before we both move on.

  Sariel is pushing at the wall I’ve put up. He’s trying to take control, and I’m not going to give in. I need to have Willow before he takes her from me. Or takes me from her.

  “Do you know how much longer you’ll be in Seattle?” Her expression is unreadable, as though she’s working to cloak her emotions. This woman is a puzzle, and I’m dying to solve her.

  I shrug noncommittally. “Until I get my next orders. But, I’ve only got six months left until they can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

  Her eyebrow rises, and I can see the questions forming in her head. I don’t want to offer any more answers. Opening the door to my room, I pull her to me and crush my lips against hers. I can feel her pulse rushing through her veins as my hands slide over her body.

  “Can we take off these damned wings now, Angel?”

  Her soft laugh sends tingles of awareness over me. “Yes, please. But, only if you lose the vampire getup.”

  Irony at its best. Closing the door behind us, I toss my jacket on the floor and pull my shirt over my head. Her eyes are on me, scoring my bare chest with hungry anticipation. When she takes her bottom lip between her teeth and lets out a little moan, my dick goes right back to the aching fullness it’d had in the alley.

  “You’re so … built.” Her gaze lands on the muscled V at my hips. I know she wants to touch me, but this needs to last. This first time is going to forever be burned into my memory.

  As she reaches out, I back away. “Not yet. Take off the dress.”

  A small frown creases her brow before she slides the straps down her shoulders and lets the white fabric pool on the floor. Standing in front of me in only a lace bra and matching panties, she’s a vision. My cock gives a jerk beneath my pants, and I have to fight the urge to throw her on the bed and tear that scrap of lace off her.

  “Now the bra.” The barely restrained growl surprises me.

  She shakes her head. “Your turn. I’m pretty sure it’s called tit for tat.”

  “So far I haven’t seen any tit.”

  “Oh, you think you’re cute? Come on. Pants. I’m down to my underwear. It’s only fair if you are too.”

  I hold back my laugh as I unbutton my pants and lower the zipper. Her eyes flash when she sees the bare skin underneath. “I’m not wearing any.”

  A softly uttered “Shit,” leaves her mouth.

  “Come here.”

  “No. You come to me.” She stands her ground, feet planted, arms across her chest, warring for control. Damn, it’s fucking sexy as hell.

  In my need, I give in, taking two steps toward her, relishing the satisfied smile on her lips. It doesn’t matter anyway, pretty soon I’m going to
fuck her into oblivion and she’ll be begging me to dominate her.

  Her hand inches toward my chest, making me wait as she decides where to touch me. Fingers hovering over my sternum, she finally presses her palm against my skin. I thought it would be light and tender, but she curls her fingers, nails raking over my tight abdomen until she reaches the light dusting of blond hair that trails down to my open fly. A pulse of arousal runs through me at the sight of her—the feel of her.

  “Take what you want, Angel.” My voice is rough as I try to push through the tension radiating in my body.

  Dropping to her knees, she slides my pants down my hips, freeing my aching cock. Her hands run up my thighs, over my hips, touching me everywhere but the one place I need her to fucking touch. God, she’s a tease. It figures. Then, her nails trace the length of my dick, sending sparks through me, and I kick my hips forward involuntarily.

  “Eager?”

  “So damn eager. I can smell you. You want me just as badly.”

  “Close your eyes, Devin.”

  Her husky whisper makes my balls tighten, but I do as she says. And then her warm, wet mouth covers me, and pleasure explodes down my cock. “Fuck.” The word is more of a hiss than anything.

  I want to come, already, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to let that happen. Not yet. I need to be inside her. As she continues sucking me, my orgasm hovers on the edge, and I know that with just the right flick of her tongue, she could tip me over. That familiar coil of euphoria builds at the base of my spine, and before she can bring me to release, I pull out of her willing mouth, breathing heavily.

  “Stop. Oh, fuck me, but that felt amazing.”

  She rolls her beautiful eyes up to look at me, and a rush of emotion that has nothing to do with my need to come washes through me. “I didn’t give you permission to open your eyes.”

  “Fuck your permission,” I growl, grabbing her arms and pulling her up, her skin against mine.

  Reaching behind her, I unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her amazing tits sway in the slight space between us until I cup them in my hands. Their full, heavy weight in my palms just adds to my raging need.

  “Wrap your legs around me, Angel.” She does as I ask, the only thing between her slick pussy and my cock the thin barrier of white lace. As she grinds herself on my throbbing dick, I can feel her wetness through the fabric. “You smell good enough to eat.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  I toss her on the bed and have to brace myself as Sariel breaks through. Take her, Devin. Feed me.

  Fuck. Do I really want to let him feed? I don’t want to share her with anyone. Then the gorgeous creature on my bed slides her hand between her legs and shimmies out of her panties. The moment her fingers delve into her wetness, I’m lost. My reservations about Sariel are gone. Crawling over her, I kiss my way up her legs until my lips find her femoral artery. Immediately, my fangs descend, and I’m tempted to taste more than her pussy. I want to sink my teeth into her and feed on her blood before I feast on her body.

  “Jesus, Devin. Stop screwing around and fuck me. I love some foreplay, but if you don’t let me come around your cock soon, I’ll have to take care of myself.”

  Laughter falls from her lips as I look up her body with a pout. “Where’s the romance in that?”

  Her gaze turns heated. “I’m not looking to fall in love. Now come over here and fuck me like you mean it.”

  “As you wish.”

  Honestly, I don’t want Devin to stop anything he’s doing to me, but things are getting a little too intense between us. I’m having … feelings. I can’t afford feelings. I just want him to take that long, thick cock of his and fuck me. Is that really too much to ask?

  His lips continue blazing a trail across my body, over my stomach, and up to my breasts. As he sucks one nipple into his mouth, his fingers slide through my slick pussy, rubbing my swollen clit and sending delicious waves of pleasure through me. I’m ready for him. The wetness between my legs should be indication enough. Lining up the crown of his shaft with my entrance, he begins to push forward. The heated stretch of his invasion makes me pant in anticipation. But, like cold water thrown in my face, a feeling of dread crashes down, ruining the moment.

  “Wait!” I cry. “Protection. W-We need a condom.”

  He stills and releases my nipple. “Fuck. Hang on.” Pulling back, he sits on his knees and smiles.

  My heart stops when his fangs flash in the light. Fangs. He’s a fucking vampire, and I almost let him inside me. Oh my God, I practically served myself up on a platter. Eyes wild, I search the room for some kind of weapon I can use against him, and of course, I have nothing.

  His shrewd gaze finds mine, concern etched on his chiseled features. “Willow? What’s wrong?”

  “Please tell me those are part of your costume, Devin.”

  Confusion colors his face, and he reaches out for me. Instinctively, I scramble away, knowing I’m no match for a vampire in my current state. “Don’t fucking touch me! How did I not see this?”

  “See what?” His innocent attitude makes me wonder if I’d been seeing things.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Doing as I ask, he parts his lips, and all I see are normal human teeth. No fangs. But they could just be tucked away wherever he keeps them. Gathering my clothes, I start pulling them on, not caring how put together I look. I need to get out of here.

  “What are you doing?” There’s a slight hitch in his voice, maybe a note of panic.

  “I need to go. This isn’t going to work.”

  “It seemed like it was working pretty fucking well until just a minute ago.”

  I shake off the desire to give in. Really, I just want him to hold me and kiss away any worries I have. But that would put his possible fangs very near my vulnerable skin. “I’m sorry. I just … I can’t do this. I’ll call a cab.”

  As I search the floor for my phone, anxiety swells every second I’m in the room. Where the fuck is it?

  Devin clears his throat. He’s wrapped a sheet around his waist and is holding my cell in his hand. “Looking for this?”

  I take a deep breath. If he touches me, I might cave. I don’t know if I can handle that. Holding my hand out, I stare him straight in the eyes and pray he’s not what I fear he is. Slowly, like a cat on the prowl, he crosses the room, gaze never leaving mine.

  “I don’t understand why you’re leaving.” He drops the phone into my outstretched palm but doesn’t stop walking until I’m backed against the wall and he stands a breath away.

  Those penetrating blue eyes of his search mine. All I have to do is lean forward and we’ll be connected. “I don’t know you. I shouldn’t be here.”

  He’s not touching me, but he might as well be. My nipples harden as he licks his bottom lip and his gaze drops to the tops of my breasts. One finger trails the line of my throat before his hand cups my nape and he pulls me against him. Fireworks erupt behind my closed eyes as his tongue presses into my mouth and he groans against my lips.

  “Willow, let me in.” It’s just a whispered plea as he pulls away, but I’m gone. Lost to this man’s hypnotic stare and the promise of what he’ll do to my body.

  The sheet covering him drops to the ground, and as soon as I nod, he rips the lace away from my skin and lifts me, sheathing himself inside me in one powerful thrust.

  “Oh, fuck, Willow.” His groan makes me clench around him.

  When he begins to move, I throw my head back, hitting it on the wall and not giving a fuck. His slow, shallow hip rolls drag the head of his cock across that spot, over and over. My toes curl, breaths come in gasps, and I dig my hands into his hair, loving the length as my fingers tangle in the strands.

  His hands clutch my ass as he begins to pound into me, harder than I thought I was ready for, but damn, I love every movement.

  “Kiss me,” he whispers in my ear.

  I stiffen when his tongue licks a line down my throat, and he nips my
neck before returning to my lips. As he moves deep inside me, my pleasure begins to climb, so close to the edge. I moan, grinding my hips against his so hard, he bottoms out inside me. “Holy fuck,” I cry, the sensation too much. “I’m coming.”

  He growls in response and increases his pace, chasing his release with me. “Say my name, Willow. Tell me who makes you feel so fucking good.”

  The waves of my orgasm hit me as soon as he lowers his head and covers my nipple with his mouth. The pleasure is so intense, taking me under as I scream his name. My eyes roll back in my head, and I swear I see stars. He swells inside me and pulses, long and deep, his knees shaking as his thrusts become erratic.

  Releasing my breast, he draws lazy circles around my nipple with his tongue as we both come down from our high.

  “That was …” he starts, but then just rests his forehead on my breastbone. “I don’t think I can describe what that was.”

  “Earth-shattering comes to mind.”

  “Life-affirming,” he offers.

  “Hot as fuck.”

  He nods. “Yes. Hot as fuck just about covers it.”

  Willow is still clutching my shoulders as I walk us back to my bed. I hadn’t meant to feed on her, but I knew if I was discreet, I could taste her and give her the best orgasm she’d ever known. I hadn’t been wrong. My own heart is racing, hammering against my rib cage in a way I hadn’t experienced since I was human. She buries her face in the crook of my neck, our bodies still joined, and my senses overwhelmed with her.

  As I lay her on the mattress, I slip myself free of her and rest my shaky limbs next to her on the bed. I can smell her hair and feel her warmth. Without a second thought, I pull her to me, wrapping her in my arms. I’m fucking spooning. Shit. I don’t spoon with anyone. But the idea of letting her go makes my chest ache.

  “Devin, you didn’t use a condom.” She states this in a slow, even voice.

  Pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, I close my eyes tightly. Fuck. Did I just knock her up? Sariel makes everything work, and I mean everything. In my lust-induced stupor, I’d forgotten that having him banging around inside my head makes me an incubus. How could I have been so stupid? My raging need to sink inside her had eclipsed every other care I had.