Lady Killer (Dead Girls Club #2)

16. Everest

Chapter sixteen

Everest

“ S ong 2” by Blur played in my head as I let the little temptress into Locke’s office.

Not that it took much convincing on her part. Annoying Locke was my sixth favorite pastime.

I wasn’t lying about the security in his office. Starbright was lucky I’d made it to campus in time to tail her. I’d been finishing up a demonstration for some of our more advanced contractors when my phone chimed with a notification from the app I used to track her phone. Being able to get closer to her these days was a dream as far as stalking her went.

My fingers itched with the need to tap out the song’s distinctive opening drum line.

Instead, I played it cool and made myself at home on Locke’s fancy-schmancy desk.

I’d never declared my intentions to woo a lady before. Or anyone for that matter. Lucian commanded, and I took his desires into consideration.

. . . and I did so often enjoy those desires.

But I had never actively courted someone.

I was going to kill it.

Not literally.

“I have a present for you,” I said, fighting the urge to rip the ribbon off the package myself so I could show her that much quicker.

She gently tugged at the ribbon, and I swore I felt it in my cock.

Nixon didn’t believe she was a virgin.

Locke thought she was a tease.

Alister said nothing.

I didn’t understand the fascination with the fleshy membrane inside her. Beyond the fact that the police thought the killer was targeting virgins .

Speaking as a violent sadist, I felt we were all missing something. Not quite seeing the pigs for the sausages, so to speak.

“What am I looking at?” Luz asked, careful not to betray her reaction.

“They shouldn’t have let such vile filth fall from their lips if they didn’t want to lose them.”

“Their lips . . . Whose lip—Oh! You cut off their lips?”

I knew she would love them.

“Are they still alive?”

Regrettably.

Her mouth formed a perfect mauve O before it snapped shut, the lid to the gift box following.

She paused, looking at me with an unreadable expression, like she wasn’t sure how to act around me.

I didn’t like that.

What if she doesn’t like her present? What if she liked the lips better on those girls?

What was this? Doubt?

No. No, no. Not for me.

Warm, soft hands enveloped my face, and I looked into her eyes.

“I love them. ”

She leaned toward me, and the scent of clementines and, sunshine and, flowers swirled around me as I rushed to bring my lips to meet hers.

It was as though a lightning bolt had come down from the heavens and struck me silly right smack-dab in the middle of Locke’s office.

Forever, life would be broken into two parts.

Before this moment . . .

And after.

“Starbright, we might have to change your name to Supernova,” I groaned into her mouth as I slid my hands down the length of her back to cup her ass and bring her closer to me.

Gimme gimme .

She tasted like magic rainbow Starbursts, and I wanted to eat her up.

More.

I would wring every single drop of pleasure from her body and drink it from her raw like the monster I was.

Delicious.

Releasing her, I uncrossed my legs and slid off the desk. As my feet hit the ground, I pulled her back in and spun us around so that she was perched on the desk.

I’d heard what Alister did to her. Nixon was less than discreet when it came to harassing his twin about Luz .

My Starbright deserved someone to give her what she was so desperately aching for.

“Lose the coat, my darling,” I said even as I was pushing it from her shoulders.

She shrugged it off and tossed it behind her.

She was wearing jeans, which she almost never did, and a white chunky-knit sweater. Not the ideal outfit for getting her off in Locke’s office, but I was nothing if not adaptable.

“This is crazy . . .” she babbled as I ripped my mouth from hers.

I ran my fingers through her hair, tilting her head away from me to expose the delicate column of her neck.

Fuck. I wasn’t a vampire, but I could see the appeal. I tongued my canines.

It’s going to be hard to get the puncture marks right . . .

She whimpered, breaking me from my trance.

Nibbling on her ear, I wrapped my hands around the crests of her thighs. “Let me make you feel good, love, uh-huh?”

Conflict flitted across her face even as she groaned softly.

Come on, my Starbright .

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she gritted out.

My fingers were already undoing the top of her pants. “Whatever you say, darling. ”

I wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her while peeling her jeans down to just above her knees in one smooth movement.

Wrestling dead men was a hell of a workout.

“Not your darling,” she moaned as I placed her back down on the desk and shoved my hand down her simple, cream-colored underwear.

“Starbright.” I snaked my other hand under her sweater and was rewarded with the sensation of the smoothest, softest skin I’d ever felt. Fuck . I traced her belly button with my thumb while my other hand worked its way in between her thighs.

“Not your Starbright.” She drove herself into my hand as her legs clenched me in place.

“Love,” I said and reached up to pinch her nipple, transforming her denial into a scream that I swallowed with a kiss.

Slick covered my fingers as I followed the lines of her body to the cusp of her cunt before working up to zero in on her clit. I worked her in a tight circle as my other hand continued to play roughly with her nipple.

I will consume this woman until my dying breath .

“Everest.”

Exhaled in a whisper, between a kiss, my name fell from her lips so softly I barely even heard.

FUCK. ME.

It was better than screams.

Holy shit, what would it sound like if she was screaming it?

My brain overloaded with possibilities, and I fumbled with my own zipper, desperate to get some relief.

“We can’t . . .” She trailed off as she dropped her head back and cried out.

I continued to finger fuck her with abandon. “Oh, we absolutely could. In fact, let’s put it on our to-do list . . . Hey, get it? To-do list . . .”

Tearing my cock free from the confines of my pants, I took in my Starbright in front of me and was reminded of my priorities.

“But our first time isn’t going to be a quick fuck in Locke’s office,” I said, yanking down her underwear before pulling her up to kiss me again.

The sound that came from her mouth was unintelligible.

If this was heaven, I might have to reconsider being a sinner.

“Trust me, love?”

Luz full-on guffawed, pulling away from our kiss.

Good. Make me work for it .

“Smart girl. Trust me in this?” My fingers zeroed back in on her clit, working her lightly again, teasing with the memory of the pleasure I could give her.

Her throat bobbed as her eyes slammed shut.

“Say yes, just this once,” I purred.

Her mouth moved nearly imperceptibly. I thought she might be counting.

“Yes.” Her voice cracked. “Just this once, yes.”

“You won’t regret it, Starbright.”

With that, I spun her around and bent her over Locke’s desk.

I reached between her legs, collecting her juices before swiping them down her center, all the way to her perfect mauve hole. I lightly grazed it with the pads of my fingers but didn’t linger, despite the goosebumps that emerged from her flesh.

We would have a lifetime together. I was in no hurry.

Swiping again, I took her juices and used them to lube my cock.

Once I was certain we were both good and slick, I pressed myself in between her legs, groaning as the head of my cock slid between her sensitive folds.

“Everest, I said—?” Her voice pitched high even as she ground into me .

“Trust, darling,” I said as my head slid past her opening, rubbing against her sensitive clit.

“Oh—Ohhhh,” she moaned as I continued to work my length up and down her dripping-wet cunt, dry, well, wet fucking her like a teenager.

I didn’t care.

Even just like this, she felt perfect—warm, soft, mine—and the scent of her, sweet yet sharp, made my mouth water.

The insides of her thighs started to tremble around me, and I knew she was close.

And fuck me, I wanted to see her come more than anything.

Reaching around, I circled her clit again.

Alister may have been the first of us to touch her, to tease her, but I would be the first to take her pleasure, and no one could take that from me.

Dead or alive.

I thrust against her harder, chasing my own release, now working her furiously. “That’s it, Starbright, give it to me. Give me everything.”

Luz threw her hair back over her shoulders, her mouth opening to release a silent scream as she shattered before my eyes.

Fuck me, she was stunning .

She collapsed on top of the desk, and I pulled out, stroking myself a last couple of times to completion.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as I exploded all over her ass.

My release flowed down between her cheeks and cunt, making a mess between her thighs and running onto Locke’s black-lacquered table.

Beautiful.

Blood may have been my preferred medium, but I could work just fine with this.

“Ever.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper, and I looked up to find her looking over her shoulder, flushed and satiated.

“Yes, darling,” I said with a wink as I tucked myself into my pants.

She let out an adorable snort. “You never listen, do you?”

“Mmm, maybe you’re the one who hasn’t been listening,” I said, reaching for her, only to watch as she shifted out of my reach.

“I’m a mess,” she mumbled, trying to wiggle her way around the puddle of fluids trapped between her thighs and the desktop.

I held up a hand to stop her. “Allow me,” I said, and walked over to the standing closet Locke had in the corner .

Sure enough, the vain bastard kept spare clothes in there. I fished around before I found what I was looking for, a cashmere and silk Berluti tie.

“What are you doing?” she asked, still bent uncomfortably over the edge of the desk.

“Cleaning up the mess I made, of course.”

Slowly, I ran the tie over her, gently cleaning her up, relishing how her skin pebbled as the silky material glided across it.

Once I was satisfied with my efforts, I discarded it on the floor and lifted her by her waist against, up and over the remaining mess and onto her feet.

She pulled her underwear and jeans back up, and a small frown started to mar her face.

Couldn’t have that.

I picked up her coat from where she’d tossed it and reached to drape it around her shoulders, needing to fix whatever worried her.

“Will you get caught?”

Huh?

“The lips . . . Hester and Jade. I was just thinking that I can’t exactly keep their lips in my dorm . . . Their families will demand an investigation . . .” Her voice was uncertain.

I placed a single finger on her lips. “You have nothing to worry about, love. No one will be looking at you in connection to the ‘horrific attack on two upstanding young ladies,’” I said in a falsetto voice.

“What about you?”

Starbright was worried about me? Swoon.

Picking up the rest of her stuff, I ushered Luz to the door. “You’re letting me drive you to your dorm. It’s too cold for you to be running around campus, and there’s a psycho out there.”

“Everest,” she said, stopping and looking at me sternly.

My cock jumped.

“No one will look at me. I’m a Blackwell by association.”

She looked at me appraisingly for a second, then nodded, moving to follow me again. “Shouldn’t we—?” She gestured to the small puddle still just sitting there on the desk.

“Excellent idea, temptress.” I smirked before dashing back to the desk.

Using the fluids I had so expertly wrung from both our bodies, I left a little piece of art for the good professor.

“A dick for a dick.”