Sliding one arm beneath her leg, he opened her to him, and with one smooth thrust, he slid inside her wet heat. Kohl rolled his hips, pushing deeper still. Her body stretched to fit him, clenching around him as he withdrew only to thrust again.
Devon met him each time, her moans mixing with his. The fullness of her breasts taunted him, and Kohl bent his head to catch one stiff dusky-brown nipple in his mouth. His throat burning with thirst, he couldn’t resist nipping through her skin just enough for a taste of the sweet blood running just below the surface. Devon held his head to her breast as he suckled her, welcoming his ever-increasing thrusts.
And it still wasn’t enough.
Her blood called to him, and Kohl raised his head. Their eyes clashed. His burning. Hers heavy-lidded with passion. Kohl bared his fangs, breathing in her scent. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
“I want you,” she said, and then she exposed her neck to his hungry gaze.
Blood pulsed in time to her racing heart, taunting him, and Kohl sank his fangs into her throat with a moan of pleasure. Her blood rushed into his mouth. Feeding him. Nourishing him. Re-energizing him. It travelled through his body with the force of a freight train, stimulating every cell and every muscle, flowing through him until his head felt like it was going to float off his body and his dick swelled painfully.
The beast stretched, filling his limbs until he was the dragon and the dragon was him. Both of them loving Devon as she whimpered with need, her fingers digging into his arms, hanging on as she reached her climax and her body convulsed beneath him, squeezing him until he felt his own release hit the base of his spine, barreling up his cock and into her sweet heat. Releasing her from his bite, Kohl rose above her and threw his head back, his hips pumping uncontrollably until he couldn’t give her anymore.
When it was over, he fell on top of her, his body shuddering with the after effects. When he felt he could move, he rolled off of her and pulled her up against his side.
They lay like that until they caught their breath, fingers lazily touching warm skin, until Devon broke the silence. “So, what happens now?”
He kissed the curls on her temple. “I have no fucking idea.”
Epilogue
Kohl sat at the bar inside The Caves and watched Devon on the center of the dance floor, wearing an airy red dress and red shoes. Her hair floated around her face, reminding him of the first time he saw her here. Only this time, she wasn’t hiding in the dark. And she wasn’t alone. Frank, her “BFF” danced with her. They were the only two on the floor. The club didn’t open for another thirty minutes.
Music pulsed through his blood in time to the seductive movement of her hips. He loved to watch her lose herself to the music. It was the only time she was really free. He understood the feeling flowing between them. It was how he felt when he flew under the stars.
Now that he was more accepting of his “other half”, as Devon liked to call it, Kohl was working on his relationship with the beast inside of him, and they were finding a way to coexist. Of course, this meant there was three of them during intimate moments. Devon didn’t seem to mind. She didn’t view the beast as something other, but rather just another part of him.
And Kohl was learning she was right.
Once he’d accepted this, he was finding it easier and easier to share in the dragon’s experiences as well, which meant there were times he got to enjoy basking in the sun, and the freedom of flying.
Someone jostled his arm and he tore his eyes away from the erotic sight on the dance floor with obvious reluctance.
Hawke settled onto the stool next to him. “Hey, man.”
Kohl took a sip of his beer. “Hey.”
“How’s the house coming?”
Kohl thought about the home he was building for him and Devon—lakefront property, with a windowless first floor and a large second story deck. He’d also contracted for special windows upstairs, so he could watch her lay out in the sun in nothing but bikini bottoms. “Good. It should be ready just in time for summer.”
“That’s good.”
Kohl searched his friend’s face. He hadn’t come up here for idle talk. “Something else going on?”
Hawke waved hello to Devon, and she smiled back. “Now that things have settled down, we need to talk about the future of this coven.”
“Hawke, I already told you. I’m not cut out for that shit. And I don’t deserve it. Not after what I did to Jaz.” Sorrow filled him. In his mind, Jaz had been a victim in all of this as much as Devon was.
“Knock it off,” Hawke told him. “Jaz knew what he was doing. He was out for revenge. For the most part, the Master just told him how to do it. As far as I’m concerned, Jaz got what was coming to him.” He took a long drink of his vodka. “You challenged the Master, and won. The role of coven leader is now yours. No one will challenge it.”
“Not even you?” Kohl had wanted to ask that question for a while now, but up until now, he’d always hesitated. He wasn’t sure why.
Hawke met his questioning stare. “Not even me.”
“That’s not right. You should be the next coven leader. You’re older, and you were the Master’s right-hand man. The others will follow you without question. And I don’t even remember half the fight.”
“There’s no question now, Kohl. They’re too fucking scared of you.”
