I can’t look away from it, but from the corner of my eye, I notice my bathroom door. It’s shut. I always keep the light on as a safety blanket since it helps me feel better when I see thisthing. This house is haunted, and it chose to show itself to me out of everyone.
It reaches its long, spindly, claw-tipped fingers toward me.A strangled noise makes its way out of me, and I start out of my shock. I fall out of bed as I scramble off the mattress; the sheets catch on my legs, stopping me from getting out faster. I glance at the demon, finding it crouching beside me. I yell and bolt out of my room and straight into Jaxon’s.
Diving onto his mattress, I realize he’s out cold. I don’t give a shit. I need my protector, my security blanket who will always keep me safe.
I yelp as he rolls over and settles between my legs with his hand around my throat. He draws back his fist, readying to punch me. He freezes when he notices it’s me, and the rage twisting his features softens. His fingers loosen around my neck, but he still holds me against the mattress, hovering over me menacingly.
Pain etches his features. “I’m sorry, flower,” he rasps. “What are you doing here?”
I grab his wrist and weakly jerk to push him away, but he stays right where he is.
The hairs on the nape of my neck stand, and the unease lingers. I gasp for air and turn my eyes to the doorway, hoping the demon didn’t follow me in here.
Jaxon follows my gaze, and his eyebrows pull down into a harsh slant. Instead of waiting for me to answer, he shoves off of me and storms across the room to the open door, giving me a full view of his naked back and ass. My jaw slackens and I sit up, unable to look away from my brother’s bare ass as he checks outside of the room. He cranes his neck as he leans out of the doorway, looking left, then right. Satisfied, he turns and slams his door shut behind him.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. A dull ache throbs between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together as I study his naked body.
Jaxon shamelessly strides back to the bed, his large dick out in the open and half-hard. I’ve already seen it. Tattooscover his body with unique pieces that blend together perfectly. I’ve already seen the straight bars running through each of his nipples. I try my best to look away from his quickly hardening cock and how it bounces with his rushed steps, even though I already I know what it feels like to have him in my mouth. I know how he tastes and what he sounds like when he comes. But that doesn’t mean I can’t get shy and embarrassed when seeing him like this.
After giving him a blow job, I had to look up what piercings he has. I found out he has a Prince Albert, a Jacob’s ladder, and some scrotum piercings. Trimmed pubic hair dusts the base, and his balls are a darker shade, making the skin appear leathery.
The longer I stare, the more I notice the tattoo on his pelvis that I haven’t seen before. It’s a flower with so many petals they’re hard to count. Beautiful shades of black and red fill in the artwork, making it look gothic but delicate at the same time.
My eyebrows pinch together. That flower looks familiar. My eyes widen when realization slams into me like a linebacker.
“Is that a dahlia?” I whisper.
Jaxon stops at the end of the mattress and keeps his heated gaze on me instead of looking at the tattoo. He grabs my ankles and yanks me toward him. I squeak and splay my legs to make room for him as he leans over me. My clit thumps a fast beat, matching my pulse’s pace. Jaxon grips my thighs, his fingertips digging into the softness as he leans down until his face hovers an inch above mine.
“You won’t distract me, but I’ll answer your question,” he murmurs. “Yeah, it is a dahlia.”
I swallow hard. “When did you get it?”
It doesn’t look fresh. The ink has settled into his skin, blending perfectly with his complexion.
He brushes his lips against mine in a chaste kiss, clearly wanting to tease me even though he looks bothered after I hurtled into his room without a warning. “As soon as I turned eighteen. You wanna know why I put it in that spot?”
I nod, and he chastely kisses me again, then teases me with a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
“I put the flower right above my dick because I knew you’d be eye level with it one day, and it would serve as a constant reminder that you belong to me.”
Oh, fuck me. Butterflies dance in my stomach, and liquid heat pools low between my legs.
Jaxon kisses over my jaw, nipping the skin as he trails his way down my throat. He moves us together so smoothly that I barely feel us moving backward on the bed. He settles between my legs and shallowly thrusts his hard cock against my sleep shorts, right against my pussy. I throw my head back and dig my nails into Jaxon’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as his kisses and grinding work me closer to an orgasm. It should be embarrassing, but Jaxon’s groans and purposeful movements tell me he’s feeling the same way.
He settles his hand on my lower stomach, right above my pelvis, under my shorts. A shiver rolls down my spine, and I bite my bottom lip as he moans in my ear, clearly aware of how it affects me. I buck harder against him.
“I’ll tattoo you one day, sis,” he whispers in my ear. “Right here, so it’ll remind me that I belong to you. I’ll be the only one who gets to worship your cunt.”
A choked sound works its way out of me. My thighs tremble and my climax isright there, but it dies when Jaxon stops moving and raises his head.
“Please,” I whine, and rock against him, not embarrassed in the slightest about how desperate I seem.
He slants his mouth over mine and shoves his tongue intomy mouth. He puts everything into this kiss. Every strong feeling of love, need, lust, devotion, and possession.
“I told you I’m not getting distracted,” he murmurs against my lips with a smile. “Who scared you?”
Notwhatscared you, which fits better for this circumstance, considering that a demon made me damn near piss myself.
