Three Months Later

"Are you girls ready yet?" Kieran calls from the other side of Zahra's bedroom door.

"Not quite!" Zahra says as she pins my wig in place.

"What do you think?" I say, looking at myself in the mirror. The brown bob is not my usual look, but I like it.

"You still haven't told me what the big secret is about you going as-"

"Shhh!" I interrupt. "Don't say it! He might hear you!"

"There's no way he can hear me from downstairs."

"That's what you think."

We're going to a Halloween party and I've decided to make my costume a surprise for Kieran.

I grab the black glasses to complete my outfit and do a spin in the mirror.

"You look like... hot, Sam," she says. "I don't know how you do it, but on you, this is like... hot hot."

I agree. This orange turtleneck is tight in all the right places and the red mini skirt I got is the definition of mini. I paired the orange knee-high socks with a pair of red Mary Jane heels that are relatively short, but the whole look has a 'naughty schoolgirl' vibe that I have to admit looks damn good on me.

"You think he's gonna like it?"

"Girl," she says with a raised brow, "there's no way in hell you're making it to the party."

I laugh and shake my head.

"Okay," I say heading to the door. "Here goes nothing."

I walk downstairs and into the living room where Kieran and Omar are waiting on the couch. When Kieran sees me, his jaw goes slack and his eyes glide up and down my body. It takes me a moment to realize what he's wearing: a loose green T-shirt and tan corduroy bellbottoms.

I'm dressed as Velma... and he's dressed as Shaggy.

I laugh as he walks toward me.

"Did you know?" I ask.

"Know what?" he asks, resting his hands on my hips and staring at my body.

"Did you know what my costume was?"

"Nope." He looks into my eyes and chuckles. "Great minds think alike, I guess."

He licks his lips and runs his hands up and down my sides.

"You guys ready?" Zahra says as she walks in.

"Actually, you guys go without us," Kieran, says tugging my arm toward the stairs. "We're gonna be a little late."

I giggle as he speeds up the stairs, dragging me behind. When we make it to my bedroom, Kieran pushes me up against the wall and slams the door behind us. His lips slam against mine and his hands roam from my waist to my breasts.

I guess he wasn't kidding about liking turtlenecks.

He rips away from our kiss with a low growl.

"I can't fucking take it," he says.

Before I can ask what he means by that, he's on his knees with his head under my skirt. He tugs my panties aside and runs his tongue along my center and my mind goes blank. Every ounce of focus I have is pulled to the sensation of his mouth against me.

I moan and my nails dig into the wall, desperate for something to grab onto to help keep me upright.

I can't tell one sensation from the other, but between his fingers and his tongue and his lips I find myself approaching orgasm in record time. My thighs shake and I scream out as I reach my peak. My legs nearly fold beneath me, but Kieran grabs my hips and pins them to the wall.

He hoists me up and brings me over to the bed. My legs dangle off the side while the top half of my body falls onto the mattress.

As he stands beside the bed, the bulge in his pants is obvious; the tight crotch of these corduroy pants was obviously not intended for someone packing that much. He unbuttons them and yanks at the zipper, letting loose a huff of relief.

"Fuck, doll," he says with a devilish smirk. "You gotta warn a guy before you wear something like this. I thought my dick was gonna punch right through my zipper."

I sit up and grab his length in my hand and give him a quick stroke.

"It seems like you survived alright," I tease. I slip my hands beneath the waistband of his boxers and slide them down with his pants until they both fall around his ankles. "Should I kiss it better?"

He sucks in a sharp, uneven breath and nods.

"Yes, please," he says, swallowing hard.

I pull my legs up onto the bed so that my ass is up behind me. My hand wraps around his cock and I run my tongue along the ridge up to the tip. He shudders and his head falls back.

I take him into my mouth and bob up and down a few times.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck..." he curses softly, digging his fingers into my hair but still letting me control the movement. "You're such a fucking wet dream, baby."

I take him in again, far enough that he makes it into my throat. His hips buck reflexively and a rough moan rips from his throat.

"I need to fuck you," he says, pulling away with a growl. In a flash, he has me flipped around so that my heels are on the floor and I'm bent over the mattress.

He flips up my skirt and sinks into me with a smooth, rapid thrust and I gasp in response. He palms my ass and gives it a squeeze followed by a quick slap. My core floods with heat and I fist the sheets in my hands. He pumps hard and fast, finding my perfect rhythm in seconds.

I wrap my legs back around his body and pull him further into me.

"Oh hell yes..." he growls, gripping my hips and continuing his thrusts. His movements become frantic and jagged and I feel him pulse with orgasm. He collapses on top of me for a moment with a pleasured sigh.

"All done?" I tease, knowing very well that his demon rebound time means he's never really 'done'.

He slips out of me and huffs.

"Oh babygirl, you know I've got more to give you."

He dives down, his head between my legs, licking me to another orgasm. The pleasure radiates through my body in waves and I see stars at the edges of my vision.

I pull my legs up onto the bed with a smile and he jumps on top of me. His cock finds its way between my legs in an instant, and he buries himself in me. He licks along my collarbone and I run my hands through his hair, digging my nails into his scalp as another orgasm begins to build.

The sounds that come from his mouth are so raw and dirty that I can't help but want more. I tuck my head in the crook of his neck and sink my teeth into his shoulder.

"Oh yes fuck yes god yes Red fuck..." he chants, his body shaking. Heat and bliss pulse through me. We both ride our highs until he collapses on top of me.

"God I fucking love you," he says.

"You sure about that?" I tease. "You sure you don't mean you love fucking me?"

He kisses my neck and grunts against my skin.

"I said what I said, Red. I fucking love you."

~ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ~

Thank you all so much for your support and love for this book! Kieran started out as a side character in my Siren's Mark series, but everyone loved him and requested this book and I'm glad they did because I had a blast writing it. Votes and comments are always appreciated. If you've enjoyed this book, please check out the other books in my profile:

Siren's Mark & Siren's Fall - Ava & Zane's love story, plus the story of how Kieran became the new Demon King. (Paid)

Meet Me Backstage - Modern rockstar romance, he falls first, major boy obsessed trope if that's your vibe. And another bisexual non-toxic male MC. (Free, Complete)

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And one final note—the character Sam was named after and partially inspired by a very dear friend of mine who passed last year. She was just an excellent human being, a kind friend, and a sex- and body-positive badass who I hope would have appreciated the character she inspired. She relied on donated blood to help with her health struggles. If you are healthy and able to donate blood, please do so. It's a small thing that has a monumental impact for those who need it. ❤️

P.S. There is an Epilogue in the works for you all, so you'll get one more little chapter after this one.