"I'm yours."

As the words leave my lips, Kieran's pupils widen until there's no white left in the corners of his eyes. He kisses me again with so much force he practically pins me to the wall. He's telling me everything he can't say with words—his frustration, attraction, anger, pain, need. Because this is his language. It's our language.

My hands follow the muscles of his bare back up to his shoulders and I feel his erection against my stomach.

For a moment, I forgot he was naked, but I certainly remember now.

"You're infuriating, you know that Red?" he says with a smoldering half-smile. "But you're goddamn worth it."

He scoops me up in his arms and I giggle as he carries me over to the bed and sets me down. He slides his fingers beneath my blouse and pulls it off over my head. His deft fingers have my bra unclasped and off in seconds. He throws it over his shoulder and leans back on his knees, smiling as he takes in my body, my jeans still on.

"Why is everything different with you, Red?" he asks. "Better. It's like you've fucking drugged me—like you've dosed me with ecstasy. I feel so fucking high around you."

He kisses and sucks at my neck before continuing lower into my cleavage.

"I'm pretty sure being high without drugs is just called being happy."

"Well I am quite happy to see you." He looks up at me and suggestively waggles his eyebrows.

I use my hands to guide his to my breasts, cupping each within his palms. He squeezes them together and uses his tongue to trace up my cleavage. He pulls back so that he's leaning on his knees.

"Tell me you're mine again, babydoll," he says, his voice gravelly and low.

I smirk and stand up from the bed. He tilts his head and gives me a questioning look, but I just take his hands and guide him so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed. He opens his mouth to say something, but I hold a finger to his lips before he can.

"I'm yours," I say, as I kneel between his legs. His breath catches and he shivers.

"Oh fuck."

I dip my head down and draw my tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip. He moans and throws his head back. I take him into my mouth, slowly until my lips reach the base.

"Jesus fucking fuck Sam!" he curses, probably surprised that I took him all the way in on the first try.

What can I say—I've always been an overachiever.

I hum slightly as I pull back, enjoying the vibrations of my lips against his skin. I pump my hand up and down his length as I suck just the tip and swirl my tongue. His hips jerk involuntarily and he twists my bedsheets in his fist.

"Oh goddd..." he moans.

I sit back and laugh, remembering what he said to me the other night.

"Not even close," I say teasingly.

He smirks and shakes his head.

"You may not be an angel, but you are fucking heaven."

I move closer, positioning my breasts on either side of his cock, letting them rest on his lap. I use my hands to bring them together, bouncing up and down so that this shaft slides between them.

"Holy fuck, baby, fuck fuck," he groans.

After several strokes, I reach my tongue out and flick it across the head. He squirms and shivers, and I hear the sheets rip beneath him.

I take him in my mouth again, this time further, pumping the base with my hand while bobbing up and down. The strangled groan he lets loose is erotic and otherworldly.

"I'm abo-...fuck you'r-... Sam stop..."

I pull back.

"You sure you want me to stop?"

He releases a shaky breath and chuckles.

"I'm just really close. If you don't want me cum-" I interrupt him by wrapping my lips around his cock again and his eyes roll back. "Ohhhh fuuuckk, okaayyy."

After a few bobs, he thrusts, bucks, and shudders, with a slew of moans and curses erupting from his mouth. The room quakes and decorative baubles rattle on the shelves. I feel his cock pulse and send warm jets of fluid to the back of my throat.

I pull away and he collapses backward onto the bed with a satisfied exhale.

"Holy shit..." Kieran mumbles. "I'm supposed to be the Incubus here, but I'm pretty sure you just sucked my soul out through my dick."

My phone buzzes on the floor beside the bed and I grab it.

Zahra: Did you feel that earthquake?

Zahra: It was like a 4.0

I giggle and put my phone on the nightstand.

"Was that you again?" I ask. "The earthquake?"

"I guess so," he says with a laugh. I stand up and he quickly pulls me onto the bed and rolls on top of me.

"Zahra thinks it was a 4.0."

He smirks and kisses my collarbone.

"How about we go for 5?"

*****

I rub my eyes and stare blankly at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My hair is tangled in a cluster atop my head and my shirt is on backwards. There are dark circles under my eyes that look even more exaggerated with my smudged makeup.

I wipe off my makeup and do my best to tame the rat's nest attached to my head. After somewhat accepting my current look, I step back into the bedroom.

"I look thoroughly fucked," I say to Kieran with a laugh. His arms are crossed behind his head and he's loosely draped in a sheet with a wide grin on his face.

"I'm nothing if not thorough," he says. He pulls back the covers and pats the bed beside him. "Get your fine ass over here and cuddle me."

I smirk and jump back into bed. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in so my head rests on his chest. His cool skin feels nice against mine.

"Why are you so cold? Like... I assume it's because you're a demon. But why does that make you cold?"

"I have a friend who's a scientist of some kind, she says she thinks I have slower circulation."

"A friend?" I ask. I realize the moment I ask how pathetic it sounds.

"Yes, a friend." He uses a finger to tip my head upward so that I'm looking at him. "Why, you jealous?"

"No."

Like I'd ever admit that.

He smirks and shakes his head.

"We're just friends, I swear. She's very gay and taken."

"Ah."

A loud snort at the foot of the bed draws our attention to Pumpkin, who is sitting there pouting.

"What's up, my man?" Kieran asks, looking down at him.

"He wants to snuggle in the bed, but he can't jump up this high. I used to lift him up, but he's too heavy now. He's over 130 pounds."

"Aww." Kieran sits up and moves to the edge of the bed. "Come here, Pumpkinator."

He scoops up Pumpkin and brings him onto the bed. I'm surprised, not only because he's just lifted so much weight without even flinching, but because Pumpkin rarely lets strangers hold him or pick him up.

He immediately burrows beside me and flops sideways against my chest.

"Woah, dude," Kieran says with a smirk. "I bring you up, and the first thing you do is put the moves on my girl? Not cool, bro."

He rubs Pumpkin's belly and laughs.

"Well, he had me first," I tease.

"You have to work tonight?" He takes a lock of my hair in his fingers, twirling it mindlessly.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yep. I'll probably head in around 5. I'll get someone to keep an eye on your work in case Vic shows up."

"Oh..."

"Don't worry about it." He squeezes my shoulder. "We've got you covered."

There's a slight rapping on my bedroom door, so I get up to answer it. I open it to Zahra in a flannel shirt and jeans, holding a cup of coffee.

"I figured you could use this," she says with a smile.

"You're the best," I say, grabbing the coffee and immediately taking a sip.

"Not gonna lie, I have ulterior motives here."

"What's up?"

"Do you still have that long turquoise dress you wore when you were my date to that wedding?"

"Yeah. Do you want to borrow it?"

"Yes please!" She clasps her hands together in a begging gesture. "Omar invited me to a Game of Thrones party and I have nothing to wear."

I laugh.

"Sure I'll bring it down in a bit."

"Great! Now on to more important things..." Her voice becomes hushed. "How was your night with Mister Gorgeous?"

I look back to see if Kieran is listening, and he's returning from the bathroom as if on cue. He walks over to me, wearing just his boxers, and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

"Hey Zahra," he says.

"Hi Kieran." She gives me a look that says we'll finish the conversation later. "I'll uh... I'll be downstairs."

She gives us a wave goodbye and heads back down. I close the door and Kieran spins me around to face him. His hands cup my ass and he pulls me against him.

"Mister Gorgeous, eh?" he says with a smirk.

I roll my eyes.

"You're alright, I guess," I tease.

"I'll take it." He gives me a quick kiss.

"I need to feed Pumpkin. Feel free to take a shower."

He steps aside and I walk over to my closet. I grab the dress for Zahra and hang it on the hook by the door.

"What's this for?" he asks.

"A Game of Thrones party, apparently."

"Oh, sweet. I'm down."

"Sorry, but I don't think you're invited."

He shakes his head and pouts.

"Well, then I'm going to take a shower and you're not invited," he teases, walking into the bathroom. After a second, he pops his head out the doorway. "I'm just kidding by the way. You are very much invited."

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