Omens (The Dark in You Book 6)

by Suzanne Wright

  “What else would I call him? Ooh, I could have some fun with this. How about … the future dark destroyer of all demon-kind? Admit it, it has a nice ring to it. I still think you should have called him Lucifer. He’d have totally rocked that name.”

  Harper sighed. “And I’m done.”

  Lou eyed Keenan. “So, you went and fell for a Wallis. Ah, such a tragedy. She will cause you only pain and misery, and she will relish every moment of it. In some ways, I can respect that.” Lou cut his gaze to Knox. “And now you’ll have not only an imp in your lair, but one of Jolene Wallis’s granddaughters. Well, good luck with that.”

  “For someone who dislikes me so much, you sure do turn up at my house often,” said Jolene.

  Lou’s brow creased. “I don’t see the connection.”

  Jolene sighed. “Hmm.”

  Raini, Tanner, and Devon appeared, all holding fresh drinks. Just then, the song changed to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”. Like that, the entire air in the room changed. And suddenly a large number of the guests backed up against the wall.

  Keenan stared at them, trying to work out what the issue was. Then they started doing the “Thriller” dance, and he could only sigh.

  “They’re actually pretty good,” said Levi.

  “But it disturbs me that they must have practiced this,” said Tanner. “I mean, why would you? These are grown-ass people.”

  Lou tossed him a frown. “No imp is a grown-ass person.”

  “Says the ultimate man-child,” mumbled Jolene. “As for the ‘Thriller’ dance, it’s often done at Martina’s parties. I can’t remember who started the tradition.”

  “I think it was Aunt Mildred,” said Khloé.

  Jolene pursed her lips. “It could have been—she was a wise but strange woman.”

  Keenan narrowed his eyes. “Wait, Aunt Mildred was a real person?”

  “Oh, yes,” said Jolene.

  “She was not,” insisted Devon.

  Jolene tilted her head. “You don’t remember her? She often wore odd shoes. Had a high-pitched laugh. Liked to sing the alphabet backwards. Used to make daisy chains and wrap them around the neck of her three-legged cat.”

  Devon’s cheeks reddened. “You’re both full of shit. No such woman ever existed.”

  Khloé shook her head. “I can’t believe you don’t remember her.”

  An hour later, Keenan slid an arm around his mate’s waist and put his mouth to her ear. “You ready to go home now?” he asked.

  “Can I play with sexcalibur when we get there?”

  “If you mean my cock, yeah.”

  “Then let’s go, Don Juan.”

  After they’d said their goodbyes to everyone, they headed out. As they made their way through the tight crowd in the hallway, Keenan stood in front of her, preventing her from being shoved or jostled. An imp was curled up asleep on the high pile of coats near the door. He was also cuddling a skillet.

  “I’m not going to ask why he’d do that,” said Keenan.

  “Good, because I don’t have an answer for you,” she said.

  A few partygoers had trickled out onto the front yard—most simply stood around talking. Others were lying on the grass, laughing and pointing at the sky. Two were brawling while surrounded by a crowd, which he quickly realized had placed bets on who would win.

  Keenan led her down the street, passing the many cars that had been parked near Jolene’s house. It wasn’t long before they arrived at their own home. Stepping inside, he disarmed the alarm. He’d added all kinds of security measures to the place, needing to know she was as safe as possible.

  He turned to her. “Dress off. I want to see if you really went without panties.”

  She gathered the bottom of her dress in her hands and began to ever so slowly drag the material up her thighs. But then she let it go. “You know, I think I’d like a shower first.” She whirled and dashed up the stairs, chuckling.

  Keenan instantly pursued her. He caught the crazy bitch on the landing, scooped her up, and then stalked into the bedroom. He crossed to the bed and lowered her to her feet. “Take the dress off or I rip it off.”

  “Okay, okay.” An impish smile curving her mouth, she lowered the side zipper and then shimmied out of the dress. Standing there in only her bra and shoes, she said, “Told you.”

  Jesus, he was getting hard already. Keenan skimmed his fingers over the soft folds of her pussy. “Spread your legs a little. Good girl.” He gently flicked her clit while staring at the pretty breasts spilling out of her lacy bra. “Let’s see how long it takes for you to get wet.”

  He drove his fingers into her hair and took her mouth, absolutely ravenous for her. He consumed it. Ravished it. Claimed it for his own all over again.

  The air ignited with heat and electricity. Need roared through him, wicked and primal. His body went tight. His head spun. His control began to fray.

  He angled her head and thrust his tongue deeper, needing more. She tasted of her and pink gin and everything he’d ever wanted. He hauled her against him and growled at the feel of her hard nipples stabbing his chest. If he wasn’t balls-deep inside her soon, he was going to lose it.

  His demon urged him to take her, possess her. It wanted to brand her again. Wanted her to feel so owned she’d never even consider leaving them.

  Khloé thrust her fingers through his hair and dragged her nails over his scalp, loving his little growl. His talented tongue pretty much fucked her mouth. There was an intoxicating greed in his kiss that heated her blood and dragged her under his spell. Sexual endorphins swam through her as her body quite simply caught fire.

  She pulled at his shirt and tore her mouth from his. “Off.”

  He reached behind him, fisted the back of his tee, and pulled it over his head, revealing that fabulous rock-hard chest and the tribal-looking brand that her demon had left on his right pectoral.

  She smiled. “Rock on.”

  He shook his head, as if she was beyond help, and then slammed his mouth on hers again.

  Even as he devoured her mouth, Khloé tackled his fly and fisted his shaft. It was full and long and hard. Oh, yeah. She pumped him with a firm grip while he thrust into her hand.

  Her demon wanted to see his self-discipline crumble again. It loved that no other person had had the ability to make him hard against his will. Loved that only Khloé and her entity had ever seen him out of control.

  Keenan snarled. “You keep pumping me like that and I’ll come all over your hand.” He peeled her fingers away from his dick. “Lie down for me.”

  She did as he asked and watched as he shoved down his jeans, exposing the perfect V of the hips and rock-hard thighs. His cock jerked and tapped his belly as his gaze drifted over her, hot and possessive. That territorial look went right to her damp core.

  Keenan raked his gaze over his mate, drinking in her perky breasts, slender body, bald pussy, and the brands his demon put on her neck and navel. He parted her plump folds and almost groaned at all the slickness there. “Nice and wet.” He curved his body over hers and rocked his hips, dragging his cock over her clit.

  She gasped and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck me.”

  “Not yet.” Filling his hands with her breasts, Keenan latched onto her nipple and suckled. She moaned and dug her nails into his skin. Alternating from one nipple to the other, he licked, sucked, and nipped them over and over; teased them into hard little buds.

  She pulled on his hair. “I want you in me.”

  “I’ll give you what you want.” He slid down her body and dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. “Eventually.” He pulled her legs apart and nuzzled her glistening folds. “Love going down on you.”

  Khloé bucked and squirmed as he devastated her pussy with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He lapped, nipped, probed, and flicked her clit until flames of need danced over her skin.

  Her body wound so tight it was a wonder her muscles weren’t cramping, she arched and moaned and demanded more. Her puss
y spasmed, ached to have him deep inside her. A powerful orgasm hovered close, but he was holding it back.

  He dipped his tongue inside her pussy and swirled it around. “Ready to be fucked?”

  “You know I am.” She sucked in a breath as her orgasm crashed into her. Hot waves of pure pleasure tore through Khloé, making her back arch and her pussy contract. He didn’t stop there, though. He kept on devastating her with his mouth, and she soon imploded again.

  Standing upright, he grabbed her hips, yanked her closer, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Oh my, this seemed promising. She fisted the bedsheet as he lodged the broad tip of his cock in her pussy.

  He licked his glistening lips. “You won’t come again until I’m ready for you to come.” He slammed home in a rough, aggressive thrust that shocked a gasp out of her, forcing his way past swollen muscles. “Love that you take all of me.”

  Relishing the feel of her overstretched walls fluttering around him, Keenan reared back. He ground his teeth as her inner muscles tried sucking him back inside. Fuck if he didn’t love the sight of his dick all wet and shiny with her slickness.

  “Nothing I love better than being inside you.” Keenan fucked in and out of her at a ruthless, unrelenting pace. Every thrust was deep, forceful, and savage, exactly how he knew she wanted it. “Your pussy looks even prettier when it has my cock buried inside it.”

  The sexual energy emanating from her assaulted his senses and filled his lungs. His demon greedily inhaled it, urging Keenan to take her order.

  Keenan needed no such urging. He pounded into her, her moans and gasps spurring him on. He soaked in the carnal picture she made—the sex-drunk look in her eyes, the bounce of her breasts, the flush that had swept up her skin, the sight of her pussy stretched tight around his dick.

  “Oh God, I need to come,” she rasped as the walls of her pussy superheated around him. The sensation made his balls tighten and the base of his spine tingle. He wasn’t going to last.

  “So do I.” Keenan dipped his thumb between her folds and rubbed her clit. “Come.” A scream seemed to get trapped in her throat as her pleasure took her, making her back bow and her pussy clamp down on him.

  Sheer bliss sizzled its way up Keenan’s spine and acted like a lash of lightning to his dick. “Fuck.” Digging his fingertips into her thighs, he rammed his cock deep and exploded, spurting jet after jet of come inside her.

  His chest burning for air, Keenan let her legs slip from his shoulders. He curved his body over hers and buried his face in her neck. She weakly stroked his back as they waited for the aftershocks to pass.

  She let out a shaky breath. “Ever thought of making a living as a porn star?”

  He frowned, hoping it wasn’t a serious question. With Khloé, you never could tell. “No.”

  “Really? Because I’d buy the vids.”

  He lifted his head. “You’d happily watch me fuck other people?”

  “Other guys, yeah, I could get behind that.”

  Unreal. “I’m going to forget we had this conversation.”

  “How could you ever forget such a conversation?”

  “Maybe if you sucked me off and blew the sense right out of me, I wouldn’t remember anything but my own name.”

  She pursed her lips. “I’m willing to try that. In the name of scientific experimentation.”

  “The world of science will indeed thank you for it.” He braced himself on his elbows and smoothed the strands of hair away from her face. Her smoky gray eyes were still a little glazed over, her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were flushed. He loved that post-sex look. Loved that he was the only one who got to see it.

  He dropped a kiss on her mouth. “Did you enjoy the party?”

  “There was pink gin, food, and lots and lots of shots. What’s not to like?”

  “Hmm.” He left a trail of kisses down her throat and raked his teeth over her pulse.

  And he remembered a time when that pulse had been slow and weak.

  Feeling tension bunch each of his muscles, Khloé gave his shoulder a light slap. “Stop thinking about what happened. It’s over now. I’m fine.”

  He brushed his nose against hers. “It’s not so easy to forget the sight of you near death’s door. If it wasn’t for Maddox …”

  “You know, I’m so grateful for what Raini did for me, but I worry that she agreed to something bad.” The succubus had sworn she hadn’t, and she’d seemed utterly genuine. But Khloé was still worried.

  “I don’t think it was something bad. I think it was just something she wouldn’t have otherwise agreed to. It could be small and simple, or it could be big and substantial. Either way, it doesn’t seem to be stressing her out. She’s her usual self.”

  “True.” Khloé licked her lips. “He’s just so powerful, Keenan. I felt it.” Powerful enough to cause a lot of harm.

  “He’d never hurt Raini.”

  “You can be so positive of that?”

  “Would you ever hurt Teague?”

  “Never. But I accept him as my anchor. I formed the bond with him.” She hoped that Keenan might one day find his own anchor. Until then, she’d do her best to keep his demon on its best behavior.

  “Just because Maddox hasn’t embraced the bond doesn’t mean he wants nothing to do with Raini or that she won’t matter to him,” said Keenan. “I am surprised he didn’t capitalize on the situation by demanding that either me or Jolene agrees to owe him a favor in exchange for healing you.”

  “Going by how strong and lethal he is, I really don’t think he needs favors from other people, no matter what he might say.” Khloé lifted her hand to scratch at a spot just behind her ear. He caught her hand in his and stared at the black diamond ring he’d given her. “No regrets?” she asked.

  “Only that we spent so long dancing around each other. The best decision I ever made was to stop that shit and take a chance.” He dabbed a kiss on her mouth. “I love you.”

  “And I love you.”

  “Never stop.”

  “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

  “Same here. But I’ll never want to stop. My world would be a dark place without you. I know that, because I felt it creeping up on me when you were dying right in front of me. I got a taste of what my life would be like if you weren’t in it. Empty. Meaningless. Lonely.” Just thinking about it made Keenan’s stomach harden. “Don’t ever make me go there again.”

  “I can’t promise I’ll live forever—no one can promise that. But I’d never leave you on purpose.”

  “I wouldn’t let you. I claimed you, and I’m keeping you.”

  “But not in, like, a dungeon or anything, right?”

  He frowned. “Why would I ever keep you in a dungeon?”

  “Why would you ever deny you have a mammoth-size cock?”

  Keenan ground his teeth. God, she was off her fucking rocker.

  She snickered. “Your blood pressure just shot up, didn’t it? Will it improve your mood if we play Park the Porpoise again?”

  “Park the Porpoise?”

  “You know … getting a hole in one, having a hot beef injection, burying the sausage, parting the red sea, going to the boneyard, mining with the meat shaft—”

  “Enough, enough.” He sighed and looked up at the wall. “So this will be my life.”

  “You’re excited, I can tell.”

  His mouth hitched up. The thing was … she was right.

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