Page 11 of Cuckoo (Devil’s Murder MC #7)

I f she wanted to forget, to get lost with me, then I’d make it happen. I picked her up, fusing my mouth to hers as her legs bent around my waist. Not caring if the food got cold before we could eat it or even if it arrived yet, I carried Katrina to her bed.

If she had any doubts as to what we would be doing, she had a chance to back out or say no as I lowered her back to the mattress.

I released her, standing beside the bed as I shucked my cut and draped it over the bench in her room.

My boots and clothes followed. The costume pieces piled on her dresser.

I spread my things around her room, needing to see my presence integrated into every aspect of her life.

I didn’t want to control her; I wanted to be her umbrella, her shield, and when she needed to forget, I’d be the one to give her all new memories to replace the nightmares.

Like today.

“Your tattoo.” Her gaze swept over my new ink. “You got an angel with my name on it?”

I did. “To remind me of you. So you’re always with me,” I confessed.

Her hand rested over her heart.

In that moment, our fate was sealed. We’d never be apart again.

“Get naked, angel. I want to see you spread your legs wide for me.”

She blinked, slowly removing every item, shyly averting her gaze. “Okay.”

When she was nude, I sank to my knees and tugged her to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to eat this delicious, pretty pussy, and you’re going to come all over my face.”

“Rain,” she gasped as I dove into her core, immediately thrusting my tongue inside the warm, wet cavern I longed to fuck. She tasted fucking amazing. Clean from a recent shower. I couldn’t detect that any male had been inside her recently.

Good. I’d kill a motherfucker for being where I belong.

Katrina’s hand threaded my hair, pulling on the strands as I pulled out my tongue and slid two fingers inside her. She was so fucking tight I wasn’t sure if I could fit three.

“How many men have you let fuck you?” I asked, growling the words.

“Rain.”

“Tell me.”

“None.” Her cheeks flushed with the confession.

“You’re a virgin?” No fucking way. She was twenty-five.

“No.”

I fucking froze. Every muscle in my body tensed. “Who forced themselves on you?”

She lifted onto her elbows, meeting my snarl. “It’s done and over.”

“The fuck it is,” I roared, trying to stand as her thighs clenched around me.

“You know when it happened. I don’t have a hymen because of it.”

Oh, fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

That night. The last night we spent together. When they came and tried to rape a thirteen-year-old girl.

Their hands were on her, fingers inside her.

They STOLE from her.

My head and heart rebelled. I saw red.

I could hear my crow losing his shit outside the window, his soul as shattered as my heart.

“My angel.” I wanted to weep for her.

I should have found her sooner. I left her briefly to buy cotton candy after the Ferris wheel. A perfect night had turned into a nightmare when she vanished in the crowd.

When I found her, I nearly killed the men who pinned her down. Without the help of my crow, I might have been too late.

“Come back to me, Rain.” Her fingertips grazed the side of my face. “Come back to me. Love me. Fill me.” Her voice held a pain I wanted to obliterate. “Don’t leave me empty.”

I didn’t know if I could set aside the rage boiling under my skin and flowing through my veins. This moment should have been special, but it was tainted by a sect of men who believed that sex with children gave them a spot closer to their god in heaven.

I’d kill them all. I would hunt every single person that belonged to the Sect of Primordial Light, and I would enjoy their suffering before I had the reapers step in and send their souls to hell for eternity.

Rael would join me. He already agreed to it.

“Come back, Rain. I need you.”

Fuck.

I lowered my head, resuming my feast and driving my fingers inside her again, stroking as I flicked my tongue over her clit. When she began to writhe, I knew she was close.

“Please,” she begged, her soft, pouty lips parting as her heart raced.

I could see the frantic pulse in her neck, betraying the effect I had on her. “Try again,” I ordered gruffly, slowing my movements and nearly pulling my fingers from her pussy. She wanted me? Katrina needed to tell me. Describe it. Fucking make me believe her.

“I-I don’t know how,” she gasped, grinding into my hand.

“You do.” I locked my eyes on hers. “Say the words. Make them dirty.”

Her breath hitched. “Dirty?”

“Yeah. Make me believe you want this. Describe what you want.”

She reached for my wrist, wrapping her delicate fingers around my flesh and holding it in place. “Touch me. Use your fingers and pump them inside me. I want you to make me come.”

Hmmm. Not bad. “And your clit?”

Her hand slid down her stomach before dipping lower to rest over her clit. “I’ve got that part.”

Damn. “Good Girl,” I praised before giving her exactly what she wanted. I never broke that relentless stare we both seemed to hold and need.

When her thighs began to shake, she moaned my name. Not Cuckoo. The name she’d known me as a boy. Fuck. It was naughty, taboo, and it fucking turned me on.

“Rain.”

Rain. The name that my foster father said tainted me. A name only given to an unlovable and unruly child. The same name associated with dark skies, misery, and bad omens. My entire existence had been summarized by cruel words and mental breakdowns.

And then there was my angel. My sweet, innocent Katrina.

She touched me when no one else would. She gave me compassion when only disgust and hate had formed. She brought light into the darkness.

Katrina trusted me, cared for me, loved me.

She did back then, and she did now. I needed her to realize I’d always loved her, too. Was that love romantic? Now, yes. Back then, no. It had been born out of necessity. A coping mechanism that we both latched onto because we had nothing and no one else.

Her soft, warm brown eyes remained on me as I removed my fingers, licked the slick from her pussy from every digit, and then draped my body over hers.

“I need you, Katrina.”

“Show me, Rain. Let me feel what it’s supposed to be like between consenting adults.”

Fuck. “I will,” I promised, kissing her pillow-soft lips.

When I entered her, I could tell it was all new to her.

“It hurts.” She bit her lip. “But I want more.”

Maybe I was corrupting my sweet angel and tarnishing her halo a little.

I began to move, picking up speed and thrusting harder because I never felt anything more perfect than her tight, welcoming pussy.

Using one hand to leverage myself on the mattress, I used the other to caress her skin, roaming every inch within range.

When I slid down her belly and over her clit, she jolted.

“Feel good?”

Katrina nodded.

“I’m going to make it even better.”

“Faster,” she pleaded, gripping my arms as her nails dug in.

We lost ourselves in one another. A bomb could have gone off outside her home, and neither of us would have noticed. Our kisses grew hungry. Our touch needy.

And when she came, I joined her, unable to hold back as I shuddered. I filled her, giving her all of me. I’d never done that before, never had unprotected sex. There would never be any barrier between us.

Pulling out, I rolled to the side and rested my back against her pillows. My hand reached out, and she didn’t hesitate to rest her head over my heart, one leg snug between my thighs.

“Well?” I asked. “Worth the wait?”

I could feel her smile against my skin. “Yeah.”

It was then that I noticed my crow’s kraa filling the sky. His joy filled my heart as I held my woman close.

I had a reason to celebrate. I was finally mated .

“THERE’S SOMETHING WE need to talk about.”

“Oh?” Her voice still sounded sleepy, although we’d taken a nap. “What is it?”

“When I asked Eagle Eye to look for you, he found your foster and adoption files.”

She lifted her head, resting her chin on her hands to make eye contact. “Well, I suppose those aren’t hard to find.”

“No, not really,” I agreed, “but when they’re sealed and have high-level security attached to them, possibly national security level concerns, it raises red flags.”

“Red flags? What do you mean?”

“Your parent’s death is a cold case. An unsolved murder.”

She gasped, scrambling to sit up. “Rain! How could you keep that from me?”

“I just found out this afternoon. Eagle Eye finally hacked into the files.”

Her eyes widened. “Isn’t that illegal?”

“Well, yeah, baby.” I pulled her closer, kissing the tip of her nose. “You do know I’m a biker outlaw, right?”

“Like that show on cable?”

I sighed. Everyone thought pussy and breaking the law, and Harleys were all that bikers were interested in. Oh, and partying.

They were significant, but not all we liked.

“No, not quite like that.”

She giggled. “You just got offended.”

I did. A little. “We’re getting off topic.”

“I know. This is scary, Rain. What does all this mean?”

Part of me wanted to keep her sheltered and in the dark, unaware of the threat that existed. I didn’t want her to look over her shoulder every minute of the day or be afraid to leave the house.

“I’m concerned that whoever killed your parents is still out there, and you’re in danger.”

Her expression said everything: shocked, fearful, and angry. “But why?”

“I don’t know, but I’m working on it.”

“Don’t sugarcoat it. It won’t help me.”

“I hope it’s nothing.” I kissed her, needing her to understand that I wasn’t leaving her side until we figured this out. “I’m sticking around until Eagle Eye can find out everything we need to know.”

“I’m a librarian. No threat to anyone. I’m as boring as it gets,” she joked. “I think you’re wrong. No one is out to get me. I don’t have any connections, Rain. No family.”

“You have me,” I reminded her.

“You know what I’m saying. No money. No connections. Nothing of consequence.”

“I’ve seen those dolls you crochet.”

She loved needlework and all types of crafting. Art. Scrapbooking. Journaling. My sweet angel was a creative person.

Katrina snorted. “You haven’t seen the peens.”

Peens? “What the fuck is a peen?”

She giggled before her hand slid down my stomach, wrapped around my semi-hard cock, and gave me a sharp stroke.

“You sayin’ my good girl makes naughty toys?” How fucking adorable.

“For book signings and friends, yes.”

“You go to book signings? And bring cocks made out of yarn?”

I couldn’t wrap my head around that concept.

“Rain, it’s a joke. You know, ha, ha, funny.”

“For what purpose? You can’t get off on plushies.”

Katrina lost it. Laughter spilled from her lips as she doubled over, holding her sides as tears spilled over her cheeks.

Personally, I didn’t get it. How could you stuff penises made out of yarn up a vagina? “Katrina.”

“It’s not for masturbation, Rain.” She kept laughing, shaking her head. “It’s too funny that it was your only thought. It’s for décor. A conversation piece.”

I scratched my head. “So, you don’t use it?”

“Not the way you’re thinking of, no.”

“Then why the fuck do you make them?”

She patted my cheek. “For conversations just like this one.”

Right. “You’re gonna tell all your book friends, huh?”

“My book besties adore you. Don’t worry.”

“I’m never going to a book signing,” I declared.

“You will. Someday. I’ll bribe you with orgasms.”

I tackled her, pressing her back against the mattress. “How about we start on that now?”

“I can live with it.”

All I needed to hear. I slid two fingers inside her pussy, delighted to feel her already wet for me. I pumped them a few times before withdrawing, too eager to feel her wrap around my dick to linger. Lining up the crown of my cock, I pushed inside her with a groan.

“Fuck, baby, you feel good.”

“So do you.”

I cradled her face, lowering my head to kiss her. “I’ve got you. I’ll protect you no matter what happens.”

“I never doubted that, Rain.”

Her confidence and trust soothed the feral part of me that wanted to lock her away so no one could harm or take her from me.

“We found our way back to each other. Nothing can break us apart again.”

I fucking hoped she was right.

Because I wouldn’t hesitate to burn down the world for her, send the crows to mob anyone who threatened her, or even kill to keep her safe and by my side.