Clara and Killien are kissing, her moans trapped in his mouth. I really want to take a peek, but that would make my eyes burst into flames, so I don’t. I stick to what I’m working on, picking up the pace. My fingers move deeper and faster while my tongue keeps up with the rhythm. She trembles, thrusts onto my hand and arches her back, chasing her orgasm.
I let her do it, moaning into her skin and wondering if I can actually come from just this. Because I’m way too turned on. Maybe I’ve always wanted to share someone with Killien, and this is as close as I can get to that.
Clara lets go of Killien’s lips to cry out as she comes. She squeezes my fingers inside her and my head between her thighs.I groan as I keep going, reveling in the way she shakes and contorts for me while I extend her orgasm for as long as I can.
When I sit up, wiping her wetness and my saliva off my chin, I’m met by Killien’s deranged gaze. His eyes flicker once, as if they’re about to light up, but he keeps them under control. Clara is spent, all spread out on the black leather back seat between us. Her eyes remain closed while she struggles to catch her breath.
I lean forward and grin at Killien. My fangs extend and my eyes light up right after. I’m burning with hunger and desire. My stepbrother stares at me for a few seconds, hesitating—or maybe trying to hold back. But it’s futile.
Just let go, Killi.
Finally, his eyes light up, glowing in beautiful shades of brown and amber intertwined with golden threads. Iknowthey are doing so for me, and that makes my cock leak in my pants. I adore his eyes, glowing or not.
My brother opens his mouth, fangs extending. He moves Clara’s hair away from her neck, exposing it for him. She doesn’t even flinch, eyes still closed as she recovers. I nod at Killien, positioning myself on the other side of her neck.
We bite down softly, almost in unison. She whimpers and tries to move a bit, but we have her pinned in place. We’re delicate enough to not make it hurt too much. Maybe she thinks we’re just kissing her. She must be really confused, because she doesn’t try to stop us.
Reading her mind is not a possibility right now, because the moment her blood touches my tongue, I’m overwhelmed by pleasure. Her coppery taste sends waves of ecstasy all throughout me. I moan into her neck, enjoying this just as much as I enjoyed her pussy.
Clara goes limp between us, her life slipping away into our bloodstreams. I pull back, panting and letting out a few groans. I’m still hard as granite, while my insides twist in the last wavesof a bloodlust-induced kind of bliss. It’s a different kind of pleasure, but very similar at the same time. It can’t be explained, really.
Killien pulls away from Clara’s neck too, wiping a bit of blood from his lower lip. He stares at me for a few seconds with his eyes still glowing. I say nothing, just wait for him to react.
He might either jump into my arms or try to choke me to death. Both are fine with me, though. I’m probably going to jerk off to the memory later anyway. I like pain, and I like pleasure. He can choose which direction we’re going in, just like he chose our prey.
But he doesn’t say anything either. He just stares while the fire behind his eyes slowly fades away. He shows no emotion whatsoever, the motherfucker. And he doesn’t cave in.
Fucking hell.
Killien opens the door behind him and steps out of the car, letting Clara’s limp body fall on the back seat unceremoniously. I climb out through the other door, leaving the dead girl alone for a little while. We’ll make sure to bury her later, in the same area Ledger made us bury all our victims. The night is cool and silent, and there’s nobody and nothing around us, just rocky grounds bathed in moonlight and a few shrubs scattered through the desert.
The sound of Killien lighting up a cigarette catches my attention, so I walk around our black SUV after adjusting my boner. He’s leaning against the driver’s door, staring up at the sky. The cigarette between his fingers clouds his image with its smoke before it gets carried away by the soft night breeze. As attractive as he is, his outfit is pretty boring, honestly. It doesn’t quite match his beauty. Regular blue jeans with a few rips on the knees, a black T-shirt, and Converse sneakers. He could do much better than that, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Killien is as beautiful as he could possibly be. He’s fucking perfect. His ginger hair falls flawlessly towards the right side of his head. His lean and muscular body is pristine, no piercings, no scars, just his many freckles and my initial tattooed behind his left ear. A delicateDin italics that seals our brotherly bond, although it means a lot more to me.
He’s just so pure and untouched. I want to corrupt him. I want to get a glimpse of his bad side. He’s too angelic and it frustrates me to no end. It always has. I need to see what he hides beneath the many layers of perfect, older stepbrother. His evil side is mine to possess, just like the rest of him. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.
I stand beside him and steal the cigarette from between his fingers to take a puff. He lets me, still staring at the stars above. The silence is only interrupted by the wind when it picks up and my feet sliding on the gravel as I settle against the car. When I return the cig to him, he takes a long, thoughtful drag. He’s still not doing anything. Emotionless and speechless.
We always share victims, but it’s the first time that I’ve made one of them come in front of him. And one that he’s obviously into as well. It should have worked, should have done the trick and finally unleashed him from his restraints.
Have I successfully broken him?
It’s hard to know, since he has decided to take the only path I didn’t expect him to: silence. He’s shut himself off completely, at least for now. We’ll see how he reacts when he finally comes down from whatever cloud he’s floating on.
Four
Killien
Ishouldn’t have come. Ireallyshouldn’t have.
Things are weird enough already. Watching Jacob drive needles through Damien’s nipples will only make me feel worse. They are so into each other too. It’s obvious. Not that I care about that, though.
I’m not jealous. At all.
That’s not a thing I do. Not with Damien, at least. I just protect him when he’s in danger, and that’s not the case right now. Unless you consider the needles a danger. Or Jacob himself.
Damien sits next to me on the black leather Chesterfield sofa, legs crossed and eyes on his iPhone. He looks particularly small in an oversized black mesh shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s perfectly tucked into his ripped black jeans, accentuating his waist.
