My hands run down her skirt, and I reach between her legs, tugging her panties to the side. I find her positively soaking for me.
I nip at her neck, pulling her sensitive skin between my teeth as she lines herself up with the tip of my cock. She sheaths my length inside of her in an instant and I almost lose it right there, needing to steady myself from shooting off before she’s had time to come.
“Fuck!” I growl, grabbing two handfuls of her ass into my hands as I thrust up into her as the bike rumbles beneath the both of us. “You take every inch of my cock like such a good girl.”
She smirks, “You’re finally using it right.” I smack her ass hard for her sass, making her yelp out, arching her back. The sound echoes around us, breaking up the nothingness of the night.
Watching her take me like this on my bike might be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She grinds her clit down on my pubic bone as we move together.
I can tell she’s close, feeling her tighten around me as she starts to glow with her newfound power. It’s electrifying.
A wave of warmth hits both of us and I feel my orgasm building.
“Come for me. Right now, Salem.” I smack her on her ass again, feeling her clench around me, her wetness spilling down my legs.
I use my free hand to wrap around her neck and squeeze just the way she likes it from me. She quickens our pace as her pulse flutters under my thumb as I watch her face redden with pleasure. She reaches behind me, and revs the throttle, making the bike vibrate against us even harder.
She lets out a muffled gasp as she comes, I loosen up my grip letting her have access to the oxygen she needs, as I spill my come into her with a grunt. “Holy fucking shit.”
The glow fades as fast as it arrived, as she rights her clothing. I put myself back together and just in time as Garrison pulls his car into the spot next to ours.
“That was close.” She says, tucking her wild hair behind her slightly pointed ear.
“Hey, guys.” Garrison says as he loops his keys around his fingers. I tilt my chin up at him in greeting. His eyes bounce between the two of us before giving a knowing smirk. Maybe he did see something.
We walk into the house together, Salem’s body cushions perfectly into my side where I hope I can always keep her.
ChapterSeventeen
SKYE
SONG: ALONE (STRIPPED) BY KELSY KARTER & THE HEROINES
Lukas has been gone for two whole days and our room feels barren without him. His side taunts me with his unmade bed and unfinished artwork strewn over his desk like it was waiting for him to return any minute to finish them. I was starting to worry that something had happened to him. I’d been glued to my phone, wondering if he’d call or message me back after my accidental call the other day when I was in the kitchen with Graham and Sloan.
I’d been keeping myself busy by throwing all my energy into my art, each piece I churned out looking darker and more depraved than the next. They say art imitates life, and I guess that proved true since I was living with demons and now my art reflected it.
My mind could picture nothing else but this dark wrought iron gate, laden with skulls while vines made of bones creep upwards. I didn’t know where the image came from or why I was stuck on this image, but it was the only thing taking up space in my brain other than worrying about Lukas.
I was grateful to Graham and Sloan for distracting me with small tasks. Graham especially had taken me under his wing teaching me how to make different recipes. His easy nature was calming to me, and I found myself craving more than his food. Sloan was still recovering slowly, and I helped him as much as he would let me. He was still exhausted from his ordeal and spent most of his time sleeping.
It was crazy to me that all the guys still acted like themselves. I would have never known they were possessed by literal demons and that unnerved me. Especially seeing as I was drawn to more than one of them in a way that had me questioning so much about myself. I’d always fought off a darkness I’d felt lurking inside me, and this was just further confirmation of its existence.
“I’m going to make every dark fantasy you’ve ever had into a reality.”Lukas’ voice infiltrates my thoughts, sending a shiver down my spine. Those words felt as empty as his side of the room. I scribble my frustrations onto the page, tearing it with how forcefully I’m drawing. “Crap.” He probably hasn’t even thought about me since he left here.
A soft knock comes at my door shaking me from spiraling too deep into my thoughts about Lukas.
“Come in.” I call out, setting my sketchbook down next to me on the bed.
Graham pops his head in, his curls looking extra disheveled and his dimples nowhere to be seen, but still every bit as handsome.
“Hey, bella.”
“Hey, Graham.”
He strides over, hands in his sweatpants’ pockets with bits of flour dusting his black shirt.
