Omens (The Dark in You #6) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,129
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.