by C. R. Jane
“Please,” I begged.
“Please, what?” Laz growled as his teeth dragged against my skin.
I didn't have an answer for him. I'm not even sure what I need at this point. Only that I need more. More of him. More of what he's doing. Just more.
My fingers tangled in his hair while he continued to move his fingers in and out of me while simultaneously keeping up that perfect pressure on my clit. My mouth dropped open as I fell over the edge, plummeting in a fall I never wanted to end.
Laz moaned against my neck while I screamed his name. The self-satisfied smirk on his face only made him hotter. I slid my hands down his chest, and quickly removed his pants. I slowly freed his cock, trying not to let on how desperate I was for it. Lazarus flipped over onto his back with ease, obviously knowing where this was headed.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I gripped him tightly in both hands. His skin heating, beads of sweat deliciously spread across his skin. I kissed my way down his abdomen, my tongue leaving a trail as I went.
“Are you going to suck my cock, little siren?” he growled. Looking up at his beautiful face, I swore I could see flecks of fire in his gaze.
I moaned in delight as my lips kissed the tip of his cock reverently. His groans filled the cell as I wrapped my lips around his cock, pulling him deep into my mouth as I moved up and down, paying special attention to the underside with my tongue. The noises that fell from his lips are a mix of curses and praise, and my cheeks flushed as I felt him watching me avidly.
His noises were so fucking sexy.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he all but shouted as I worked to hollow out my cheeks and force him to the back of my throat. Laz's fingers gripped my hair tightly, pulling on it just enough to give me an edge of pain with my pleasure. I fucking loved it.
He pulled me off him suddenly, our groans melding together in the air. "I'm not coming until I'm inside of your pussy," he growled as I pouted at my fun being stopped. Before I could try to convince him otherwise, he flipped me over so fast that I was dizzy. He threw my legs over his shoulders, and then he was feasting on me. That was the only way to describe it. He devoured me, his tongue spearing me over and over, while his perfect fingers paid attention to my clit. I screamed and fisted my threadbare sheets as another orgasm built.
Laz licked and sucked until I was covered in a sheen of sweat and panting deliriously. His fingers replaced his tongue and curled to hit that perfect spot…and then I was detonating, falling into a million pieces and seeing stars.
My breath came out in gasps as aftershocks of my orgasm fluttered through me. Before I had the chance to recover, Lazarus thrust inside of me, filling me completely. Our eyes met and something in my chest rattled awake and reached for him. I was consumed, body, mind and soul, an invisible tether weaving between us and connecting us for what I somehow knew would be forever.
Our eyes stay trained on each other as we moved in tandem. I angled my hips, drawing him deeper inside me then seemed possible. Laz's jaw clenched as he picked up the pace.
“Sweetheart,” he grunted. “Fuck. I can’t hold back.”
“Yes,” I breathed. My body pulsating as the pleasure built once again. My eyes closed as his hips slammed into mine, driving himself harder.
"Look at me," he ordered, an otherworldly voice threaded through his own. My gaze flew open, and I gasped at how fucking beautiful my hellhound was. Flames engulfed every inch of him, but not burning me at all, and his eyes were black voids. His finger found my clit as I watched him in amazement. He nuzzled against my neck, and as I shattered apart, sharp teeth pierced my shoulder, the combination of pleasure and pain sending me to new heights. I felt his release rock through him and his teeth retracted from my shoulder; his warm, wet tongue sliding over it.
He was muttering something against my skin over and over again, and it took a second to realize that he was saying, "mate."
The word would have terrified me before, but now it just felt perfect.
The only thing that would have made it better was if the others were here; a small voice whispered inside of me.
Long moments passed, and we stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms. Laz's flames had extinguished with his release, but his skin was still warm, the perfect blanket in the cold cell.
“Are you alright?” Laz purred, licking where he'd bitten me once again. "That was a little unexpected, but I can't say I'm sorry about it." A grin lit up his face, and I couldn't stop myself from kissing him once again.
I snuggled into him, laughing almost giddily.
"Tell me again," he ordered as his hands traced my skin over and over again.
"I love you," I murmured happily as he pulled me even closer.
Lazarus was indeed a drug. And I didn't mind being addicted to him.
Chapter 10
Keon
I marched through the hallways, closing in on Selena's cell. I'd spent the whole fucking day appearing like a sleaze-ball while chatting to guards, asking the most awkward questions known to man. One of them even tried to punch me when I asked him to show me his keys. Asshole thought it was a euphemism for something else. Anyway, it was a mistake he now regrets. Hell I wasn't going to get anywhere searching this way.
Considering I couldn't find Alaric anywhere else, I figured I might discover one of them with Selena. The moment I rounded the corner and entered her prison room, I saw I’d been correct.
She was on her bed, crossed-legged, sitting across from Alaric, and the two of them were playing cards.
I stormed inside, not loving the way he looked at her. I wanted to be the one sharing that moment with her. Sure, Selena had her sights set on more than just me, but it was a damn hard pill to swallow. My instinct was to rip them to shreds for even looking at her, but the choice wasn't mine now, was it? She wanted these men around her, so I had to find a way to accept them if I wanted a part of her.
I groaned inwardly, unable to believe I'd ever conceded this way. But I couldn't bear to lose Selena either, so that meant making sacrifices. If any of these assholes hurt her, I'd be the first to teach them a fucking lesson.
"Keon," she said, looking up at me. "Everything alright?"
I threw my arms in the air. "How the hell am I supposed to track down the key?" I mumbled more to myself. "I've talked to every guard, and there's nothing. And the ones I suspected might be lying, I went and searched their lockers and belongings. Still nothing. You've got to give me more to go on here."
Alaric twisted around to look at me, and for the first time, the prick wasn't judging me. "Have you tried your demon mojo? This is no ordinary key, you know."
"I fucking know it's not a normal key." Though, did he have a point about the demon element?
"It kind of makes sense," Selena answered while climbing off of the bed and stretching her back. My gaze fell to the sweet sliver of skin across her stomach where her black tee lifted. She's so fucking beautiful. If I was sitting around with her, doing nothing, I'd be laid back too. I glared at Alaric, who reclined in the bed, watching my girl as well.
"Like I said." He turned his attention to me. "We don't know who hid the stone in here, so it could have been some demonic fucker. What if the key's invisible?"
"So, I'm supposed to go all hellish on them, scare them to death, set alarm bells off to see if maybe my demon side senses the key?"
He shrugged. "That sounds like a plan."
I scowled. "Like hell it does. What if I can't bring my demon back? Have you thought of that?" My voice climbed, but Selena's soft hand on my arm dissolved my rising temper.
"What can I do to help? Should we come with you?"
I shook my head. "That won’t help."
Her fingers stroked across my inner wrist, and I was finding it was difficult to concentrate or remember why I'd let things get me so angry.
"Keon, maybe it’s worth giving Alaric’s suggestions a try. It makes sense that they wouldn't leave the key lying around for the taking, so it has to be concealed. May
be the trick is to concentrate on guards who've been here the longest." When she looked at me with her beautiful eyes, I stood no chance of saying no. "And if you have to unleash your demon, I will bring you back. I will do anything it takes to return you to me, I give you my word." She pressed herself closer to me, lifting herself on her toes, her breasts against me were all I could focus on. "I love you, and would never let your demon claim you."
I cupped the sides of her head and kissed her with a heated passion, my heart banging in my chest that I'd do anything she wanted, while my head was still worried about losing control. But who said I couldn't allow my beast to feast on a soul or two along the way if anyone caused me any problems?
Her kiss burned me up, and she moaned, her fingers gripping the collar of my uniform with urgency. My mind buzzed with the idea of walking her to the wall, ripping her pants off, and fucking her. That would help me calm the hell down. I had no idea when I'd fallen so deeply under her spell, but I was completely hers.
Alaric cleared his throat loudly, and Selena straightened in my arms, breaking our mesmerizing kiss.
"You got a problem?" I asked him.
"Yeah, you're wasting time delaying the inevitable. We need that fucking key."
I cursed under my breath when Selena pulled from my arms. "He's right. Sorry that we have to dump this on you," she told me.
"You're the only person I'd risk everything for." Even risk my demon unleashing and me losing control. Sure, I had this.
I straightened my shoulders, then cracked my neck. "Back to it then." I spun on my heels and marched out of there, well aware that this was something only I could do, so I'd make it work.
In my head, I’d already calculated how many guards had been working at Nightmare Penitentiary for over twenty years. I figured that was as good a place to start as any and helped eliminate most of the guards. When I roughly went through it in my mind, that came to fifteen guards. Still a lot, but better than a couple of hundred.
My footsteps hit the concrete floor hard as I rapidly retraced my steps. I marched right past two pricks beating up on one of their buddies... an even bigger asshole. Let them attack him for all I cared. I had other issues to deal with right now.
The first point of call was the schedule register in the main staff office to see who was in what part of the prison at this time of the day, and who was working today. Once I checked the staff list, I made a quick mental note of the first five guards to track down, then I hightailed it out of there and down the hall.
I passed the staff kitchen, then I paused and backtracked, doing a quick sweep of who was in there...and bingo. Barry was in the back, opening up the fridge, and then pulled out his yogurt, and returned to the main lunch table. The guy’s been in this place for thirty years, so he was a perfect candidate.
"Barry," I said, strolling deeper into the room. "Still on the yogurt diet?"
Someone else in the room sniggered.
"I swear by it," he said. "Since my missus started me on this, I feel more energetic than I have in years." He peeled open the lid of the vanilla-flavored yogurt tub, and began eating like his life depended on it.
Reaching the fridge, I peered inside, needing something to make me look like I was having my lunch break, so I randomly grabbed the first container on the top shelf and went to sit next to him.
Two other guards stared at me. Newbies. And I knew the shit that was spread about me being dangerous. Good.
"Boo," I bellowed at them both suddenly, and they jolted in their seats.
Barry howled with laughter, while the two youngsters made quick work of getting out of there.
"These new guards are so stupid and gullible," Barry told me. "They actually believe the rumors about you. Maybe you can make some up about me, and then they'll stop pestering me."
I laughed. Barry, if only you knew the truth.
I reclined in my seat, turning my attention to my coworker, seeing we were now alone. My mind calculated the best way to do this. Do I just turn into my beast in front of him, freak him the fuck out, and see if I could sense the key? Yeah, that’s stupid. I didn't want to terrify him or out myself. I preferred people thinking the shit said about me was outrageous gossip.
"What'd you bring?" he asked me.
I stared at him confused at first, unsure what he was babbling about.
His gaze dipped to the red lunch container in front of me on the table. Right, my lunch.
"Ah, you know. The usual boring stuff." I lifted the lid to find three cheese sticks, a small potato, a spoon, and a small tub of Betty Crocker's Whipped Chocolate Frosting.
What the actual fuck! Someone eats this shit for their lunch?
"That's an interesting diet," Barry said, checking out the stupidest meal in the world. I poked the potato to make sure it was at least cooked. It was soft, so that was something. But nothing in this lunch box made sense.
"How does that all work?" Barry asked, then stuffed his mouth with a big spoonful of yogurt, watching me.
My first instinct was to throw the whole thing at him for making that annoying slurping sound as he ate. But instead, I found myself honestly more intrigued by who would think these three items would make a meal.
"My roommate is playing a prank on me," I finally said, closing the lid, and pushing the thing away from me.
Barry nodded. "Don't worry. My wife has me into some weird shit, too. Whenever she makes chicken soup, she puts a dollop of vanilla ice cream into it to cool it down. I looked at her like she'd gone mad the first time she did it, but you know what? It was delicious, and now I add it all the time. So, don't let me stop you. You go ahead and eat your cheesy potato dipped in chocolate."
I glared at him, deciding I had enough of this bullshit conversation and freaky food. So, I shot to my feet, the chair scraping across the tiled flooring. I grabbed the lunch box, and went to the fridge. "I'm not hungry."
Barry was ranting about food, but I'd tuned out. I opened the fridge, tossed the damn box inside there, and shut the door hard. With my back to Barry, who kept slurping and eating with his mouth open, I opened my floodgates and called to my beast. A shiver of dread wormed down my throat at how open and vulnerable we were, but I'd make this quick and not let out the beast completely. He pulsed under my skin, a deep guttural snarl ripping past my throat.
"What in the world is that?” Barry asked, turning toward me.
Panic struck as fur raced down my arms. I stormed up behind him before he had the chance to turn around, and I shoved my hand to the back of his head and banged it down on the table. Yogurt splattered and went everywhere, but my old friend was out cold. He'd be fine. With my rush of adrenaline, I welcomed my beast, only partially allowing him to peer out. My skin pricked, the flesh down my back already splitting from his need to escape, to devour this man's soul. Except I didn't want Barry dead. No matter how annoying he was.
Fighting my demonic side, I hissed between my teeth, holding the fucker back, but it was as easy as holding the gates shut to a ramming elephant.
So, I hurried and placed my now taloned hand on Barry's shoulder, my sharp nails digging in, breaking flesh. I stumbled on my feet as the beast slammed inside me trying to escape. "Sonofabitch."
But the longer I held onto Barry, the more I knew he had nothing on him. There was no buzzing, no glow, no reaction. I wrenched my hand free and staggered backward to catch myself as I shoved the beast back deep inside me.
Gasping for air, I stood still for a moment, unsure how good of an idea it was to tease the thing inside me. I'd fed him a soul last night just to be sure he was sated, but that clearly did fuck all.
Shaking off the nerves, I had to stop being so chicken shit and just get this over with.
"Sorry buddy," I said to Barry who had his head on the table looking like he'd fallen asleep in his yogurt.
I took off and was long gone, making my way to where the next guard worked. Lucas Smith. He was close to sixty but one of the toughest guards in here. I respec
ted the way he took crap from no one. Plus, he was one of the first few who showed me the ropes when I started my first day, along with some tricks on dealing with the Warden's rules.
The corridor along the top floor was quiet today, and cold. The farther one got from the pit of the prison, the cooler it was in this place.
I passed a few inmates, others remained in their cells, then I took a sharp right and hurried toward the staff communal area when I found no sign of him wandering the halls.
Before I even reached the door, a familiar moaning and slapping sound found me...and it was coming from the guard's room. I smirked. Someone was having a damn good time.
That didn't stop me from pushing open the door slowly and peering inside, only to find Lucas buried deep inside a small redhead he had bent over the table. Her cries were one of arousal, and she loved every damn second of it. I watched for a few moments because, hey, someone was fucking…and I loved to watch. Whoever said they didn't were damn liars. Her ass jiggled each time he slammed into her, her orange prison pants down around her ankles. My thoughts flew to Selena and how much I craved to be buried inside her instead of grilling guards.
Which reminded me of the task at hand. I wasn't going in there yet, so I'd come back later.
Just then the red-haired turned her head in my direction. We locked eyes, and she grinned, loving that she was caught. Fuck, that was hot...and now my cock twitched even more for my girl.
Retreating, I shut the door and made my way down to the bottom levels for the next guard. I stepped out of the elevator, down near the furnace, and a wall of heat collided into me. It didn't take long till I started sweating, and to have my clothes stuck to me. Hell, I hated it down here.
I went right past the doorway into the furnace room, and instead went into the hallway where inmates didn't see the light of day for months at a time. This was their punishment for breaking rules in the upper sectors. Sucked to be them.
At the end of the dimly lit corridor, I spotted Nick with his back to me, walking down the hallway. Short white hair and stocky, the man preferred working these lower sections of the prison. And everyone knew why... he was a sexual fucking psychopath. He attacked women. He'd been caught raping one, but the Warden said there had been no actual proof, so instead of punishing him, he reassigned and put him down here to work. Fucking idiots.