Part of me thought—hoped—I’d fuck her again. She isn’t out of my system, and in all honesty, I can still smell the way she reacts when I’m near her. She was practically throwing her arousal at me when I stared at her mouth not even an hour ago.
I’m not a strong enough man to stop myself—Sable is slowly crawling under my skin, and Iwanther to keep going. No matter how much she hates herself for what happened between us—well, I assume she does, considering she hasn’t once mentioned it—Sable still wants me, and she despises that she does.
Another thing we have in common.
So fucking sue me if I wanted round two while walking around the woods with her. I’d imagined her against a tree, naked, screaming, coming on my tongue before I face-fucked her with every inch of my cock until she couldn’t breathe. I would’ve let her die all over again just to know what it feels like for her to choke to death on my dick.
But instead, I have dirt on my hands, my shirt is saturated from blood and the downpour of rain, and Sable is somewhere looking for more body parts.
She told me to hide the van before she vanished into the backyard, and I didn’t have it in me to tell her I had to use context clues to figure out what a van is, and I have no idea how to work it.
Vehicles, as she calls them, give me a headache. They’re so advanced now. Everything is. The world has been continuing while I’ve been… frozen.
Even talking to Sable about my brother felt wrong. But I couldn’t stop.
I spit on the ground to get rid of the rainwater trickling into my mouth, wipe my face, and keep digging. I need to make sure this hole is deep enough that the fucking idiot dog can’t dig up another body. The fact that he ripped Sable’s apart is bad enough. Seeing her upset over her limbs being torn from her rotting body makes me question whether I should do the same to him.
Her face keeps flashing in my mind as I dig deeper. The hole starts to puddle with mucky water.
I pause, press my forehead to the hilt of the shovel, and let out a deep breath. My fucking shoulder hurts.
“Need a hand?”
My ears ring at his voice, like a fucking chalkboard being scraped. “Tony,” I start, dropping the shovel to look up at him,counting all the ways I could kill him with the shovel. “Do us all a favor and go back to Hell.”
He tuts. “Now why would I do that when I can hang out with my buddy?”
“I’m giving you five seconds to get the fuck out of here.”
He chuckles and puts his hands in his pockets. “Did he fuck things up again?”
I nod—barely.
Tony sighs and rubs the back of his head. “It’s the energy around here. He pushes through more than I can stop him. Have you been using your powers?”
My eyes narrow a fraction. “What are you asking me?” I’ve been careful not to leave too much demon residue.
Before he can say anything, I pull myself up from the hole and yank him forward by his collar until our foreheads are nearly touching. “Tell me it’s not strong. The residue. Tell me it’s faint.”
“Lying is a sin, man.”
Fuck. I shove him back and run my hands through my hair, smearing each strand with dirt, blood, and grime.
Fuck. I snarl, pacing the muddy path as my mind turns over.
“How strong?”
When Tony’s beast form attacked those idiots earlier, I didn’t use my demon magic to materialize near them. The risk wasn’t worth it, but… shit.Shit.
How many times have I used my powers? Shifted into my demon form?
I teleported the night I fucked Sable. It was an in-the-moment thing, and I didn’t think it would cause a stir in the energy. The less I use any of my powers, the less likely one of those soul-sucking monsters will come looking for me.
Tony shivers. “It doesn’t feel good, dude.”
“I won’t go back there,” I tell him through gritted teeth.
“Because of the ghost-ish human skirt or…?”
