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By the third time, her fingertips were nearly crushing my skull and she had me leg-locked so tightly that breathing was more than a hope than an actuality.
But I was feeling the need to be an overachiever right then.
I figured one more orgasm for good measure.
My fingers thrust inside her tight pussy once again, thrusting hard and fast as my tongue worked her.
"Come," I rumbled against her as her back arched, as her moans got louder and louder. "There," I mouthed against her clit as her walls got so tight that I struggled to move my fingers.
Then she did it.
She screamed.
Like I knew she would.
Her entire body shook as she came, her pussy milking my fingers, her fingernails digging into my head.
Pulling back, I settled on my heels, looking down at her as the aftershocks ran their course, as she slowly came back down inside her body.
"Oh, my—"
"Hell?" I supplied, smirking as a strange, choked laugh escaped her. "How's the pain?"
"What pain?" she asked, looking at me through dazed eyes.
"That's what I like to hear," I told her, running my hands up her legs, pressing her knees closed, then putting her pants back on. "We'll wait it out for a few more," I added, dropping down on my ass. "Make sure the drugs have kicked in, and we're good to go. If they work, we should be able to get another three or so hours of driving before you need more. Then after that dose, we will be at the club before we need to dose you up again."
"What club?" she asked, looking over at me.
"Just a club. MC club."
"Bikers?" she asked, brows furrowing.
"Yeah, babe, bikers. Like me."
"Why are you a biker?" she asked. "You're a demon."
"Haven't always had a day job. But after a few decades, doing nothing all the time gets old."
"What do you do?"
"Little bit of everything. Got some party drug shit going lately, though. But the main plan is for us to whisper in ears."
"Whisper in ears?" she asked, brow raising.
"Encourage their more base instincts."
"Why?"
"For fun. For props if we ever get our asses down to hell. So the boss man knows we've been doing our part, even though we were on the human plane."
"The boss man," she repeated. "You mean, like, the devil."
"The devil. Lucifer. Satan. Call him what you like. He answers to them all. And he likes it when his henchmen get their work done."
"Why do you want to go back to hell?"
"Don't you want to go home after being gone for a long time?"
"I don't have a home," she admitted.
"Your childhood home then."
"God, no," she said. "I would die kicking and screaming first. You couldn't drag me back there."
"Why not? Shit parents?"
We liked our shit parents down in hell. You got to get real inventive with those fuckers. And no one gave a shit.
"Something like that."
"What'd they do to you?"
"That's not really something people who don't know each other ask."
"Pet, still got your taste on my tongue, think I can ask whatever I want."
From that, I got a choked laugh out of her. "I was raised by drug addicts who couldn't keep jobs or food in the cabinets or the lights on. I had duct tape on my shoes and clothes that were always one size too small or two sizes too big. There was nothing about that time I would ever want to go back to again."
"That's why you agreed to going with the bloodsuckers. To get away."
"I was barely more than a child. And anything sounded better than home."
"Was it ever something you enjoyed?"
"At the beginning. They lavish you with attention at first. Like there is no one in the world they would rather be around."
"Until the next shiny, new thing."
"Exactly. The longer you're around, the less likely you are to spend any time with your actual master. We become disposable. They hand us off to the ever-present guests."
"Until they don't want you either."
"Yeah," she agreed, nodding.
"How long do you think you had before they were done with you?" I asked, more annoyed than I should have been. I barely knew the woman, after all.
"I'm not sure. But I don't think we make it much further than thirty-five."
I knew about human frailty, the shortness of their lives. But it was a distant thing. Up close and personal, it was difficult to wrap my head around a life ending after just thirty-something years.
"Did you know that going in?"
"Yes. No. Honestly, I don't know. I definitely noticed there was no one old around. I should have realized that was strange. But I just... I wasn't thinking. I was desperate. They liked that."
"Fuckers," I said, shaking my head.
"I can blame myself as much as them, I guess," she admitted, shrugging as she pushed up to a seated position.
"How's the pain?"
"Numb. But not paralyzed by it," she told me.
