Page 28 of A Wicked Dance of Obsidian and Light (Echoes of Darkness #1)

My entire body is alight with need. Eyes still closed, I replay the wet dream in my head again and again like a broken record. The way Kaiden’s hands roamed my naked body as his cock pounded in my dripping pussy. Fuck . A desperate whimper leaves my mouth as one of my hands travels in between the valley of my breasts. I cup one and rub my puckered nipple between my thumb and forefinger as my other hand drifts lower, pushing the soaked panties to the side. My hips buck as the pads of my fingers fan over my engorged clit. I begin stroking it up and down while envisioning Kaiden is the one touching me, licking my nipples, biting them.

I let my other hand drop in between my thighs, pushing two fingers inside, pumping them in and out while stroking my clit at the same time. My imagination runs wild at all the things I would let him do to me. I moan loudly when I feel his intoxicating scent wrapping around me in waves. It’s as though I managed to conjure him in the room with me.

“Kaiden,” I pant with desperation, imagining him fucking me instead of my fingers.

“Mmm, such a dirty little angel,” Kaiden purrs. “Add one more finger in that pretty pussy. Let me see how desperate you are for my cock.”

I add another finger. Then freeze.

What the hell?

Since when is my brain able to create such real fantasies?

Wait a damn minute.

My eyes snap open, and my breath hitches in my throat as my gaze collides with Kaiden’s burning one. It stalls the beat of my heart before it accelerates to the point of madness.

Holy shit!

“Don’t you dare stop!” Kaiden commands and my body obeys before my mind can even catch on to what is happening. “That’s my good girl,” he rumbles darkly.

Kaiden’s praise nearly makes me combust. He’s seated on the upholstered chair in the corner of my room, covered in shadows, posture relaxed, legs spread wide, allowing me a clear view of the massive erection tenting the fabric of his pants. At a closer look, I can see the way his fingers curl, digging into the armrests as he watches me through hooded eyes.

His lust-filled gaze is like an electrical bolt. It surges through my body as desire sparks and hisses in the air between us. My lips part on a moan, and my breasts bounce along with my heaving chest. I’m so wet the air is filled with suction noises as my fingers slide in and out of my drenched pussy.

Fire licks at my skin, scorching, obliterating every coherent thought. The moans and whimpers coming from me are embarrassingly loud and would normally make me want to hide under the bed and never show my face in public again, but I’m over the point of caring. My body almost vibrates with the need for Kaiden to fuck me.

Kaiden sinks his teeth into his lower lip, eyes at half-mast with pupils blown, red streaks swirling with gold in the obsidian abyss. “Fuck. You’re perfect, Iris. So goddamn beautiful. That’s it. Come for me. I want to see my angel fall apart.” Kaiden’s gravelly voice is low, hypnotic.

His words push me over the edge as my back bows off the bed. The orgasm seizes my body with the force of a tornado. Stars explode in the back of my eyelids until I’m floating on a cloud of pure bliss, my body jellified, boneless.

My eyes open at the sound of shuffling. Kaiden stands and prowls toward me with the gait of a black-maned lion cornering its next meal. Stopping next to my bed, he locks me in against the mattress as he straddles my hips.

My throat bobs audibly with a hard swallow. “What are you doing?” I breathe, my voice thick with the remnants of my orgasm. The expectation of his touch is maddening, fraying every single one of my nerve endings as my heart ratches against its cage.

Kaiden doesn’t answer; instead, with his eyes fixated on mine, he takes the three drenched fingers that were just seconds before inside my pussy and sucks them into his mouth like they’re the best thing he has ever tasted. A low rumble of pleasure leaves his chest, and he lets them go with a wet pop.

“So damn sweet,” Kaiden says, voice like satin. His tattooed hand collars my throat, his rings cold against my heated skin. He drops his forehead to mine, and his hot breath comes out in short pants that fan over my lips. The gleam of undisguised hunger in his eyes is enough to set me ablaze. He breathes me in and releases a deep, throaty groan as he suddenly disappears and appears at the foot of my bed. Chest heaving and hands trembling, he says gruffly, “Dinner is ready,” before popping off.

What the hell just happened?

Did I just finger myself in front of Kaiden?

Holy motherfucking shit!

I am so screwed.

My hand pressing on top of my chest does nothing to slow down my heart, so I take a few deep breaths in and out. This doesn’t work either. I feel as though I just had an out-of-body experience. Am I still dreaming? I pinch myself for good measure, but nope, what just happened is one hundred percent real. Did he say that dinner is ready? What is he doing here? Jesus Christ, my mind is scrambled by the most scorching, mind-numbing orgasm of my life. How am I supposed to face him again?

After a few minutes, I finally get out of bed and stride to the bathroom. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I stop. My hair is a tangled mess, my skin flushed, and my pupils still blown.

After brushing the bird nest on top of my head and taking care of my business in the bathroom, I change into a soft gray cotton tee and some jean shorts. As I get out of the bedroom, I do a double take at Kaiden sitting casually at my kitchen table, scrolling on his phone like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He changed from his blood-splattered clothes, now wearing a pair of black slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His tattooed forearms look like freakin’ arm porn.

The smell of delicious food hits my nose, and my mouth waters instantly. He set the table as though we are on a romantic date at a fancy restaurant, a candle burning next to a vase full of violet peonies placed right in the middle. Him being here in my space is deeply disturbing to me. It sets me off-kilter. How the hell did he do all of this without me hearing anything? I mean, sure, I was out cold since I got home this morning, but still, I must have been more tired than I realized. I guess being held captive in a crypt by vampires will do that to you.

What it definitely wouldn’t do is give you extremely vivid wet dreams of Elite demons. That must have been all me. My whole body is still vibrating with the remnants of the explosive orgasm.

Kaiden’s head swivels toward me with a cocky grin like he has a direct link to my dirty thoughts. God, he’s so insanely beautiful I want to punch him in the face. The bastard would probably look good even with a shiner and a broken nose. He might even look sexier if that’s even possible, enhancing those bad-boy looks of his.

“Hungry?” he asks, pocketing his phone and resting his back in the chair.

As though awakened by his words, my stomach rumbles loudly because the little bitch takes every chance at embarrassing me, and I already feel my cheeks getting a deeper shade of crimson.

Ugh. Someone, please kill me now.

He doesn’t even have to ask; of course, I’m hungry. I’m always freakin’ hungry. I love to eat. Instead of answering him, I say with a scowl, “What are you doing here?”

Kaiden stands and pulls out the chair next to his, motioning with his hand toward it. “Let’s eat. The food is getting cold.”

Huffing, I cut through the hallway and plop down on the chair. Kaiden strides to the stove, brings a steaming pan with him to the table, and serves me a healthy portion of shrimp and truffle pasta before filling his own plate as well. He then opens a bottle of Pinot Gris that looks expensive as shit, definitely not one from my stash, and fills the tulip-shaped glasses.

“Well?” I press as he sits down, crossing my arms in front of my chest, even though I want to attack the plate with the finesse of someone who was forced to eat only salad and carrots for a whole month. I always order this when I go out at Ciprianni’s, and it’s one of my favorite dishes. The fact that he cooked me one of my favorite meals not once but twice now is suspicious as hell.

He finally graces me with an answer after taking a sip of wine. “If the Mountain won’t go to Mohammed, then Mohammed must come to the Mountain.”

I arch an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You didn’t want to move in with me, so…I’m going to stay here with you.”

“Ha, that’s a good one, buddy.” With a saccharine smile, I say, “No, you’re not.”

Kaiden lets out a derisive laugh, then his expression turns serious. “You must think you have a say in this, Iris. You don’t.”

I take a hearty sip of wine, needing the liquid courage. “Are you deranged? I can’t let a demon move into my apartment,” I snap once I’ve swallowed.

With a smile that’s all teeth and sharp edges, Kaiden deadpans, “Ah, but you can definitely let one watch you play with that pretty pussy and then scream his name as you come.”

I choke on a second sip of wine and start coughing. My eyes water instantly. Jesus . Kaiden and his filthy mouth are going to be the death of me. It takes me a full minute to regain the proper function of my lungs. “You’re not moving in with me, Kaiden.”

A muscle jumps in his cheek. “Don’t test me, Iris.”

“Or what?” I seethe, shooting daggers at him with my eyes.

Kaiden rests his elbows on the table, pinning me with an icy glare. “Or I’ll personally arrange a meeting with Grayson and tell him how his perfect little hellseeker has been spending her free time in the company of an Elite demon. Oh, and let’s not forget about how you lied to him.”

“You wouldn’t,” I croak. “You can’t be caught spending time with a hellseeker just as much as I can’t be caught in the presence of a demon or a dark creature. You’ll be shooting yourself in the foot if you go to Grayson.”

“Try me, Iris. Just fucking try me. Do you think I give a shit about a stupid archaic rule? I’m the head of the Obsidian Conclave. I make the fucking rules.” He runs his tongue over his front teeth. “If that’s what it takes for me to keep you safe, to get you kicked out of the Order, I’ll do it, and then you can move in with me. Easy.”

I go from zero to a hundred in less than a second as rage fills my veins almost to the point of boiling over. My nails bite into my palms viciously under the table. “Why do you care so much about what happens to me? I’m no one to you.”

Kaiden shuts his eyes, wrinkles forming at the corners with the pressure, and he lets out a deep breath as he massages the bulging vein in his temple. He looks like he’s gathering his patience and trying to hold back from throttling me at the same time. When he opens his eyes, he completely ignores my questions and says, “Whether you like it or not, I’ll be your fucking shadow from now on. And don’t think that I make idle threats because I’m more serious than a fucking heart attack. If you don’t want to get kicked out of the Order, you’ll do as I say.” Lifting the glass to his lips, he takes another sip and looks at me over the rim. “End. Of. Discussion. Now eat.”

The bastard used my words against me. “For how long?” I clip out. I’m grinding my teeth so hard I’m surprised they don’t crumble to dust inside my mouth.

“For however long it’s necessary. Until we find out why you have a bounty on your head and who is behind it, you’re not safe,” he answers.

I’m shaking in my chair, literally vibrating with anger because there’s nothing I can do. I can’t risk him going to Grayson. Being a hellseeker is all I have, the only way I can avenge my mother’s death. Kaiden ignores my glare and starts eating, unbothered by the blistering silence that stretches between us and makes my skin itch.

After a few minutes of seething with anger, I stab the fork into the pasta, pretending it’s Kaiden’s eyeball, and shove a forkful in my mouth without care at all for decorum. Even cold, the pasta is delicious, buttery, and cooked to perfection with just the right amount of garlic. I press my lips together to suppress the moan of appreciation for how delicious the food Kaiden made is. I don’t want him to know how much I like it.

Half an hour later, I’m loading the dishwasher while stealing furtive glances at Kaiden, who parked his ass on my couch. He’s watching the news like he owns the place. I take out my phone from my back pocket and shoot Sam a text.

Me: Help!!! I woke up with Kaiden in my apartment! He threatened to tell Grayson everything if I don’t let him shadow me and move in with me until we find out who put a bounty on m y head.

What do I do?!?

Sam: Holy Hecate!

Is he there rig ht now?

Me: Yup. He’s sitting on my couch watching the news, if you can believe thi s shit.

Sam: Oh my Goddess! Take a photo. I want to see who my bestie is lusting after.

Me: I’m not taking a photo of him, you weirdo. I need your help to get out of this sit uation.

Sam: Sorry to break it to you, but I think he’s right.

Me: What?!? You’re my best friend! You can’t side with him. It’s the best friend number one rule, you’re obligated to be on my side no matte r what.

Sam: I actually think it’s a good idea. I mean, hello, you got kidnapped by fucking vampires. You almost died twice in the span of a month. It’s like you’re trying to break some sort of morbid record.

So yeah, let him take care of yo u, boo.

Plus, having some eye candy to stare at is an added bonus.

Me: I don’t need him to take care of me! I need hi m gone.

Sam: What you need is to jump his b ones. ??

???????? ??????????????

C’mon, snap a photo.

Knowing Sam will pester me relentlessly until I send her a photo of Kaiden, I lean on the counter and snap a photo of him as inconspicuously as I can. The only problem is that I forgot to turn the volume down.

“Did you just take a photo of me?” Kaiden asks, his head swiveling in my direction, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Of course not,” I squeak. My voice is so high-pitched I couldn’t be more obvious even if I tried.

“It’s good you’re not an actress. I don’t think I have ever seen someone lie as poorly as you,” he chuckles as he shakes his head. “You know, if you want to take some more photos, I can lose the shirt, maybe the pants too, and give you a full show. You can use them next time you want to finger that pretty pussy.” He smiles roguishly at me while slinging an arm on the back of the couch, winking.

I crinkle my nose in mock disgust because apparently, my body didn’t get the memo that we’re not supposed to like a certain dangerous Elite demon, and I have to press my thighs in a failed attempt to stop the pulsing in my clit at his words. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. Your head might implode,” I deadpan and turn around, cleaning an already sparkling counter and using my free hand to send Sam the photo.

Me: I hope you’re happy because he noticed me tak ing it.

Sam: Holy Hotness! This man is so hot he makes all my celebrity crushes look like trash. I hope you know this photo is going straight to my span k bank.

Me: Oh, God. Please don’t masturbate to his photo. It’s gross.

Sam: Why? Are you plann ing to?

Me: I kind of already did masturbate with him watch ing me.

Sam: W HAT????

Me: In my defense, I thought I was alone in the room; I didn’t know he was Joe Golberging my ass and sitting in the corner, watching me sleep like a creep.

Sam: Did something else happen? Please tell me you had hot, sweaty sex for the firs t time.

Me: Jeez, Sam. You’re not worried at all that he watched me sleep serial killer style? He’s a demon!

Sam: Oh, c’mon…be for fucking real. Do you need a reminder of the voice message you sent me not too long ago about how you want him to spank you, and then you want to ride him like a disco stick?

Spill, bitch!

And don’t skimp on the d etails.

Me: We didn’t fuck. He just watched me, tha t’s it.

Sam: Oh…well, you still have time now that you live together and al l that.

Me: Urgh, thanks for remind ing me.

Sam: That’s what besties a re for.

Me: Enough about me. How a re you?

Sam: Good. Having a blast with Grammie. She took too much peyote last night and made a tree sprout from this warlock’s ass; she said he was being an a sshole.

Me: Wish I was there to see it.

Sam: It was pretty epic. Ttyl. Lo ve you.

Me: Love you t oo. Xx.