Lady Killer (Dead Girls Club #2)

32. Alister

Chapter thirty-two

Alister

T he ride to the townhouse was quiet.

Nixon was busy on his phone, and Luz seemed lost in thought.

Normally I relished the silence, but I found myself missing, if not the conversation, something else.

The lot behind ours had been converted into a garage, so I dropped my brother and Luz off at the front door before driving around back to park the SUV.

When I made it into the house, the scent of pot was obvious, and music filtered down the stairs from Nixon’s studio.

He acted unbothered about Luz offering herself up as bait to the killer, but his actions betrayed him. His vocal dislike of her spoke volumes about how deeply she’d gotten under his skin.

A yawn escaped me, and I debated where to hunt for ma petite diablesse. Her room?

Her room?

Fuck, when had I started thinking of the guest room as her room? Shaking my head, I headed toward the library where she was most likely studying.

I stopped in front of the door. I wanted her.

I always did now.

It’d only taken one fucking kiss and this woman had been in my bloodstream. An infection I had happily let ravage me.

She fought it still, and the disappearance of Autumn hadn’t helped.

Our men had been keeping a close eye on the girl, but the killer and their sheep continued to elude us. Regret was not an emotion I was familiar with, but I despised the anguish that the loss of her friend caused her .

She was ours to protect, and we had failed her. I had failed her.

Nixon had called Luz my girlfriend. It felt wrong, but not for the reasons she’d protested.

The word was flimsy, cheap—unworthy of how I felt about her. When I said she was mine, I meant it in every sense.

“I know you’re lurking out there, Alister.”

My name on her lips sounded like a dark prayer, and I was her God.

The door creaked open with a push, and I stepped halfway into the room.

She was seated at the desk I had ordered for her.

I had considered telling her that I had paid off the cost of her degree, taking over her scholarship, but she was more likely to poison me than thank me for the offer. It was safer to keep that between myself and the financial aid office for now and, instead, create an environment where she could continue to succeed academically.

“Something you want?” she said, and if I wasn’t already half fucking hard just from being near her, I would have been now. There was something about her husky voice that still caught me off guard, and I was a man who was rarely unprepared.

“You. ”

She snorted. She hadn’t fully forgiven me for Autumn, and the defiant expression on her face made me itch to put her in her place . . . on her knees . . . on the floor . . . on the bed.

She rose, staring at me appraisingly as she reached her arms up and stretched her back out like a cat, twisting her neck from side to side.

She needs a better chair. Order one tomorrow.

“My room,” I said, holding out my hand. I had never invited her into my space.

Until now.

Her eyes widened before she schooled her expression, considering my olive branch. She was wearing her mask more loosely around me these days, even if she didn’t realize it.

“You must be worried you’re never going to see me again after Friday if I’m being invited into your sacred lair,” she finally said, stepping forward to slip her hand into mine.

I jerked her close to me. “Don’t joke about that.”

“Alister, I’ll be—?”

I placed a finger over her lips. I didn’t want to talk about Friday, about our plans to send her out amongst the wolves. I needed her now .

Half leading, half dragging her down the hall, I brought her up to my room, pausing as I reached for the door, turning to face her. “You’ll stay here tonight.”

Her nose scrunched in confusion. “I already told you I’d stay at the townhouse. I don’t know why you don’t trust me—?”

“In my room.”

“Oh,” she said, all the fight leaving her voice.

I opened my door and led her in by her hand.

No one would accuse me of being a sentimental man. My bedroom was utilitarian, cold even.

A king-size bed with gray sheets sat against a black headboard. Large windows were shrouded in matching drapes. The furniture was all blackwood, everything minimalistic. The only color in the space came from a painting of Nixon’s above the dressers, but even that was done in shades of gray and muted blues.

Luz’s eyes were drawn to it.

If I were my brother, I would charm her with a passionate explanation of what it represented. Instead, I dragged her over to my bed.

Luz lay back on her elbows, her expression as unreadable as my own.

Positioning myself between her legs, I ran my hands up her thighs, then to her waist as I leaned over to kiss her. She met my affection with violence, biting at my lips, sending another rush of blood to my cock.

Luz was a challenge, always. I could spend a lifetime trying to tame her and still be met with her defiance.

I would never tire of her.

Needing more, I draped myself on top of her, putting my weight onto my forearms. My fingers threaded through her thick waves, and I pulled roughly on her hair, exposing her throat.

Fuck, I loved seeing her slender neck bared to me, accompanied by her scent of oranges and lavender. It called to some primal part of me that needed her submission, even when she continued to fight me every step of the way.

Especially when she did…

My other hand slid under her sweatshirt, and I was pleased to discover she had lost her bra at some point. Greedy, I shoved her shirt up and over her breasts and took one of her beautiful tawny nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.

“Alister,” she rasped, causing me to smirk into the softness of her flesh.

I nipped the tender bud, making her cry out again, my hand still pulling firmly on her hair. After worshipping one side dutifully, I turned my attention to the other .

My cock was hard as steel now, and I rocked my length into the center of her, satisfied beyond measure when she reciprocated the movement.

The thin leggings she wore were barely more substantive than underwear, and the warm, damp patch growing between her legs told me just how much she wanted this.

I released her breast from my mouth and stood to pull off my shirt.

All the hesitation she’d displayed when I edged her that day was long gone, and her amber eyes grew large as they drank in my chest. I’d never given a fuck what a woman thought of me before, but her appreciation of my form more gratifying than I would ever admit.

“You too,” I commanded.

With a slow smirk, she teased her sweatshirt off, revealing herself to me.

“Those as well.” I jerked my chin toward her pants.

Her lips pushed out into a pout, causing my cock to jump. “What about you? It’s hardly fair that—?”

I ignored the rest of what she said to unbutton my jeans and shuck them off as quickly as possible, followed next by my briefs and socks. The hunger in her eyes turned ravenous as I stroked myself languidly .

“All right, then.” Lifting her hips, she slid her leggings and underwear down in one movement, toeing her socks off at the end.

Fuck, I didn’t think I could ever tire of seeing her luscious body laid out for me.

Her sweet cunt was immaculately groomed, like every other inch of her, and I could smell how much she wanted this too.

“Mine,” I rumbled, feeling more like a monster than a man as I dove on top of her, crashing my lips to her mouth.

She returned my kiss with fervor, before biting down hard enough on my lip to draw blood.

Yours.

Although she had yet to say it out loud, I could feel it in the way she pressed herself closer to me when I claimed her, the way she bloomed under my touch . . .

I dragged the length of my cock up and down her slick cunt, savoring her wet heat against me.

“Alister,” she mumbled into my lips.

I ground harder into her.

“Alister—” she cried out, her hips working in time with my own. “We can’t, I’m not—?”

Teaching Luz about how to give and receive pleasure was an experience I never knew I craved until it became my obsession. I’d made her come with my mouth and hands with increasing frequency. Never one to be outdone, she was eager to return the favor. But there was one line we hadn’t crossed yet.

Fuck, I wanted to be inside her tight, wet pussy more than anything. Wanted to feel her clench around me, milking my cock as she screamed my name. Wanted to coat her cunt with my cum, marking every inch of her as mine.

“—not tonight.”

But I wouldn’t, not until she begged me for it.

I was a man who had killed, maimed, stolen—there were very few lines I wouldn’t cross for my family, fucked up as we were. But there was one line in the sand that separated men from beasts. And monstrous as I might be, I was every inch a man.

Pulling my mouth from hers, I thumbed her bottom lip, the memory of our time in the classroom still fresh in my mind. “I know, petite diablesse.”

A ghost of a smile skittered across her features. She could deny it all she wanted, but she loved it when I called her that.

“It’s—?”

“There’s nothing to say. I’ll know you’re ready when you beg me for it.”

Luz’s eyes narrowed. “You should know better than that. I don’t beg. ”

“We’ll just have to see then, won’t we?” I said, reaching down to nip at her earlobe.

“Besides,” I said, “I can still make you come on my cock today.”

“But—?”

“Trust me?” I leaned back to peer into those amber orbs, refusing to hide an ounce of what I felt for her in my gaze.

Luz swallowed tightly.

It was a loaded question, one that carried with it the undertones of so much more than this moment. I had failed her, and she would be well within her rights to—

“Yes,” she said quietly but with confidence.

Fuck .

I descended on her, biting and sucking and marking her neck while sliding my cock up and down her cunt, pressing the weight of me onto her clit.

Using my hips to set a furious pace, I worked her just as hard as I would if I was fucking her cunt raw.

My fingers found her nipple again, and I pinched hard while my other hand gripped her hip tight enough to cause bruises as I thrust against her rapidly.

“Oh, oh my God.”

“No gods here, little demon.”

“Ff—?” She cut herself off. “Alister, I’m going to . . .”

“Give it to me, Luz. Give it all to me. ”

Her moan turned into a cry as I bit down hard on the crook of her neck and felt her hips twitch uncontrollably.

Pleasure built in the base of my spine as my balls tightened, and with a couple more slick strokes, I followed her with a roar, releasing my cum all over her cunt and stomach.

“Ali,” she panted, as I came to rest my forehead on hers.

“Mine,” I repeated. “My demon, my goddess.”

Rolling off her, a smirk teased at my lips when she whined at my absence. “Stay here.” I padded over to the bathroom where I poured a glass of water for her and prepared a warm, wet washcloth.

I returned to find her exactly as I had left her, splayed out wide on my bed, covered in my seed, her lids drooping as she idly lay there. If I had felt possessive of her before, it was nothing compared to how I felt at the sight of her wearing nothing but me.

I forced myself to clean her up. As much as I wanted her to wear my mark, I wanted her to be comfortable more.

“What are you doing?” she asked sleepily, barely lifting her head to take me in.

“Taking care of what’s mine.”

I gently ran the cloth down her curves, collecting every drop of the mess I had made of her. Then I wrapped my hand under her head to lift it up. “Drink. ”

Too tired to argue, she took several careful sips before looking up at me with a lazy smile that I knew just how few were privileged to.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

I kissed her forehead before standing to return to the bathroom to clean myself up.

By the time I returned, Luz was half-asleep, and I slid in behind her on the bed, pulling her body flush to mine.

For a breath, I felt her stiffen, but then, she relaxed into my touch with a soft sigh, and after a couple of minutes, her breathing evened out as she fell asleep.

My Luz.