Omens (The Dark in You #6) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,92
to me? If I thought you didn’t want the same things I do, I’d back off. Maybe. But you do want this, Khloé.”
Fuck if she could deny that. “What about your demon? It might be possessive of me, but I highly doubt it’s interested in claiming me.” She gasped as phantom fingers pinched her nipples, making her pulse clench and ache.
“My demon wants to straight-up own you. Wants to brand you both inside and out. As far as its concerned, it has waited long enough for both you and me to get with the program. It doesn’t want to wait any longer, and neither do I.” He put his mouth to her ear and bit the lobe. “More importantly, neither do you.”
An image flashed in her mind of her tied spread-eagle to a bed while Keenan hammered into her, his skin glimmering with a fine sheen of sweat.
“Do you want me inside you, Khloé?” he asked, his voice low and velvety; it feathered over her tingling skin, teasing every nerve-ending. “Do you want to feel my cock filling you? Stretching you? Shooting my come in you?”
Phantom lips suckled on her clit, making her stumble backwards and collide with the side of the sofa. “Oh, Jesus.” Each wet tug on her clit made her pussy spasm and ache. “You need to stop.” But he didn’t. Those lips suckled a little faster.
She reached behind her to rest her hands on the arm of the sofa. “You’re such a prick,” she hissed. “You can’t seduce me into accepting your claim.”
Keenan combed his fingers through her hair. “You already have accepted it, baby. You just haven’t said it out loud yet. Do it, Khloé. Say it. Say you’ll take this gamble on me, on us.”
She drew in a shaky breath, trembling with the unadulterated need rocketing through her bloodstream. “I can’t think when my body’s screaming for you like this.”
“What’s there to think about? You want this. I want this. So, let’s stop dicking around and do what every other couple does—take a chance.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. She could admit, if only to herself, that he was right—she didn’t need to “think.” She knew what she wanted; she was just hesitant to reach for it.
That made her want to slap herself, because she’d once resolved that she’d be nothing like her parents, who allowed their issues and fears to rule them when it came to relationships. Yet, here she was, doing that very thing.
He’d been right about something else, too. She loved the annoying bastard. She’d loved him for longer than she cared to admit. She’d denied it to herself for years because it had made it easier to deal with the idea that she’d never have him. But now she did have him, and now those feelings she’d tried to bury swamped her entire system.
Her demon had no fears about taking this chance with Keenan. It considered him a worthy mate for Khloé; believed he would protect and care for her. It wanted Khloé to do as he’d suggested and stop dancing around the decision.
She opened her eyes. “This could blow up in our faces,” she whispered.
“Or it could be the best fucking thing we ever did.” He cupped her jaw. “Take this gamble with me, Khloé.”
She swallowed hard. “Fine. But if my family curse interferes at some point and you find yourself alone and miserable, don’t whine to me about it.”
Masculine satisfaction glimmered in those blue eyes. “Noted.” He closed his mouth over hers and sank his tongue inside to lick her own. He plundered and devastated her mouth. Bit and licked and feasted.
She tasted relief, triumph, and smugness. Tasted a primal possession that she knew was riding him hard. She sure hoped he’d ride her hard.
He slowly lowered the zipper of her jeans. “I can smell how wet you are.”
Explicit image after explicit image shot to the forefront of her mind while he quickly stripped her of her clothes. At the same time, a phantom tongue licked at her nipples.
She inhaled a shaky breath. “Keenan.”
“Ah, there’s my pussy.” He drove his finger inside, groaning when she tightened around them. “Missed this.”
“Seriously, Keenan, you need to do something. You put the ache there, now deal with it.” That sounded petulant even to her.
His free hand closed over her aching breast and squeezed just right. The finger inside her swirled. “Tell me what you want, Khloé.”
“You know.”
“I know you want to come. But how shall I make you come? With my abilities?