Lady Killer (Dead Girls Club #2)

9. Alister

Chapter nine

Alister

L uz waltzed out of the room clearly pissed as Everest’s phone buzzed, begrudgingly pulling his attention from her.

“Lucian.” He sighed grumpily when he saw who it was, standing up to take the call in private.

The psychopath was working hard to get back into Lucian’s good books and, as a result, had been unusually well-behaved as of late. Based on past patterns of behavior, this was likely only a precursor to a bigger mess to clean up.

Luckily, he was Lucian’s problem, not mine.

Unless that mess involves Luz.

My fists tightened as I worked my neck.

I’d tried to tell myself that the only reason I didn’t want her dead was because I hadn’t fucked her yet. That my response to her was purely primal, biological even. That once I satisfied the base need to take her body, it would be an easy thing to let her go.

Only I couldn’t tolerate a lie, not even to myself, and I found myself endlessly ruminating over the evidence of my own behavior around her.

I wanted to explore every inch of my demon’s sinfully built body, to punish her for every one of her transgressions.

But it was starting to be more than that. Seeking her out had become a compulsion, one that barely curbed my newfound urges.

Mine.

As much as I revolted against the way she seemed to test my restraint by merely breathing, I wouldn’t deny myself any longer.

Everest had left the room, and I had to follow her.

I caught her in the back of the house, muttering in German .

“Lost?” I asked, stepping out of the shadows in front of her. She startled and came to a halt.

Fight, flight . . . or surrender.

I wasn’t sure which one I wanted her to pick more.

“You really have the whole creepy stalker thing down, don’t you?” she said after a beat.

“Fight it is,” I growled under my breath.

“What are you—?”

I lunged at her before she could finish, watching as her pupils blew open in real time as her sympathetic nervous system activated in the face of the threat I posed. It was a visceral response, one she couldn’t hide under the mask she usually wore, and I drank in her raw emotions.

She attempted to dodge to my right to evade me, but I was faster than her, my limbs longer and stronger, and I snatched her up mid-step, wrapping my hands tightly around her waist.

Her hands, so small and delicate, pushed down on my own in a futile attempt to dislodge me.

She started to hiss, “Let go of—?”

I couldn’t have that.

Everest might hear her and intervene.

Yanking her into me, I pulled her back flush to my chest and slapped one hand over her mouth, cutting her off, while keeping the other firmly banded across her waist .

“Quiet,” I whispered, brushing my lips across the soft skin of her ear and causing her to shudder and shift her body against mine.

Using the opportunity, I spun her off me and pushed her back. Her eyes widened with the bite of pain when she collided with the wall behind her.

She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could make a sound, my hand was back in place, silencing her as I pinned her with the weight of my body.

Pressed up to her, I could feel her heart beating almost as if it were my own.

“Somehow, I’ve given you the wrong impression,” I rasped, keeping my voice low.

Like a viper, I struck, ripping my hand from her mouth and shooting forward to catch her lips with mine.

The memory of our kiss in Shady Harbor had been haunting me for weeks, and I refused to let another second pass without indulging myself once more.

And what better way to correct her impression of me?

Alternating between sucking on her lower lip and gently biting it, I teased her mouth open.

At first, she resisted, going rigid in my arms, but I refused to accept her retreat and took her lip between my teeth again, pulling her mouth even closer to mine .

Her body relaxed almost imperceptibly, and then she let me in.

Our tongues danced together, and I pressed my growing erection into her stomach.

She was too fucking short.

Needing to give her more, I gripped her hips tightly and pushed her farther up the wall and off the floor, so I could grind my cock against the mound of her pussy.

Fuck.

She wasn’t getting away with just a kiss today. I didn’t care if I had to kill Everest to get a taste of her. Tangling my hands in her thick hair, I pulled her head back, opening up her mouth even further to me.

Every inch of her will be mine.

But first, I had a punishment to administer.

Before she knew what was happening, I bit down hard on her lip, drawing blood.

Her body went stiff as she shrieked in either pain or surprise, and I slapped my hand back over her now-bloody mouth.

“I said, ‘Quiet.’”

She looked fucking incensed.

Good.

Unable to resist, I lapped up her blood from where it coated my lips, swallowing the moan that tore from me as I savored the notes of salt and copper.

Luz’s tongue ran across the palm of my hand still plastered over her mouth.

“Did you just fucking lick me?”

She couldn’t speak.

Nor did she try to.

Instead, she simply glowered at me and tilted her chin up in defiance.

Checking her with my hips, I secured her against the wall.

“You have no idea what it means to tease a man like me, petite diablesse.” I pushed the length of my cock hard against the warm apex of her thighs and was rewarded by the chase of her hips.

At least one part of her wanted this.

More than one, judging by the curiosity brimming in her eyes alongside the rage.

She was a virgin. I was sure of it.

An electrical impulse fired somewhere in my brain, a thought not yet fully realized.

The sacrifices . . . virgins . . .

Teeth came down hard on my palm.

The fucking demoness bit me back .

A warm dribble of blood escaped from beneath my hand, running down her chin.

Fucccck .

A ragged groan escaped me.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, and I felt her sticky, wet lips soften against my palm as she relaxed in my hold.

My cock grew even harder as she caught herself just on the cusp of giving in, and I felt her freeze again.

I knew she wouldn’t give in so easily.

There was something about the idea of finally having a worthy adversary that made me almost as fucking hard as her biting me had.

My mind was made in that instant.

I was liable to fuck her right through the damn wall at this point, and I couldn’t have anyone interrupting us.

“If you scream, they’ll come.”

Her eyes narrowed. So?

Leaning forward, I took in her doll-like features, from those big round eyes to the cinnamon-colored freckles across her nose.

There was a smudge of mascara beneath her right eye, and never had a blemish brought me such gratification.

I ran my nose over the apple of her cheek, following the curves of her face up and then down to the tip of her earlobe before I replaced it with my lips, all the while I breathed in her sweet citrusy scent. Into the crook of her neck, I whispered, “If you think I’m bad, what do you think Everest will do when he finds us like this?”

It wasn’t in my nature to embrace being the lesser of two evils, but I could make an exception, just this once.

Her chest rose rapidly, pushing her plump breasts into me.

Fucking sweater.

I let my lips hover on top of her carotid artery, the rapid fluttering of her pulse like a dance against me. “I owe you a punishment.”

Her heart rate did a pirouette.

“ . . . could deliver it here, where anyone could—?”

She thrashed, shaking her head furiously.

“Someplace private, then?” My hand was still firmly pressed against her mouth.

We didn’t need words to communicate.

Luz inhaled sharply, going still again.

“Yes or no?”

Even at eye level, she still managed to somehow make me feel like she was looking up at me, judging me, weighing me.

Knowledge was my obsession, and I would have given anything to know what was running through her mind.

She tipped her head slowly up and down .

The wall creaked behind her as I shifted my weight, thrusting into her, nearly feral at this point. “I’m going to remove my hand, but if you scream, I’ll leave you to wolves.”

Another nod.

Freeing my hand from her hair first before removing the other from her mouth, I drew a ragged breath and stepped back. She sagged against the wall, struggling to remain upright with the loss of my support.

Still, those amber eyes betrayed nothing.

“Last chance to change your mind, petite diablesse.”