Devils Roses 05 - Death

if I undid the bracelet and took advantage of you."
    His look matches mine. He nods pleasantly, "Please do."
    I raise an eyebrow and hold the wrist with the bright glowing bracelet up. I fake like I'm going to, making him take a deep breath. I frown, "You look nervous."
    He nods, "I don’t want to hurt you."
    I laugh.
    He continues, "Because then you'll become the beast and hurt me."
    I laugh harder. I run my hands over my body once more to ensure the soap is all gone and click the clasp. He jumps me. His cock is instantly hard. I giggle as the heat and frenzy fills us both. The sound of my giggle frightens me. I'm scared of becoming the beast too.
    He lifts me in the air. The cold-water handle water gets bumped making the water freezing. I cry out. He walks out of the running shower and carries me to the bathroom counter. Still holding me, he swipes everything off and sits me down on the cold hard counter. I squeeze him with my thighs and pull him into me. His body against mine, drives my feverish Siren rage.
    His mouth crashes on my nipple. I gasp and reach down, grabbing for his cock. He's already thrusting when I touch it. I laugh again. I guide him to me, opening my legs more. When he pushes himself inside of me, I cry out, orgasming with a few strokes. He is bucking wildly. The mirror behind me crashes. He's slamming me into the wall. My legs are probably crushing him I'm squeezing so hard. I orgasm a second time. His teeth sink into my nipple. I scream as my hands rake his back. He cries out and lifts me off the counter. He spins and slams my back into the wall. I moan, but his lips muffle it. I bite down on his lip. I'm resting on his thighs almost and arching my back. It’s the weirdest position, but it's amazing. He is rocking in and out of me so hard, when I come, I lose control of my arms and almost can't hang on anymore. He rams into me savagely, lifting me back up in the air. My back, dragging up the wall, stings. His hard body against mine is rough and brutal. He pumps harder, moaning and breathing into my hair. I feel his legs twitching and buckling. He adjusts his grip and flashes us. He throws me down on the bed and plunks down next to me. I snap the bracelet back on and laugh. I'm lucky I never crushed the shells while I was holding it.
    He winces, "Did I hurt you?"
    I nod, panting and gasping for air "Yup."
    He takes my hand and kisses my bloody knuckle, "You bloody well hurt me too. That was brutal. When you came, I feared you might rip my cock off."
    I laugh and kiss his lips, "Bracelet on from now on?"
    "Yeah. Your back is bleeding." He points to the blood stained sheets behind me. I roll over. He looks horrified, "Oh my god, it's covered in blood. I think this is why Siren's don’t mate other Sirens often."
    I whimper a bit when he pulls out the first shard.
    "You did amazing with Jonathan." He says.
    I look back, "You did too. Lorri was right. Without you we never could have finished him off. You tracked him."
    He smirks. I stare at his lips and pray I have at least one full lifetime of him.

    Aimee

    She is a sobbing mess. The pain I've caused her is killing me. Her face hasn’t changed since the story start. She won't meet my eyes, "Did you know?" She asks quietly.
    I shake my head, "Not until he did it. Momma Holt gave me everything. Every stolen glance, every moment he had with me in it. She showed me the way he saw me and how he felt every time." I could throw up I'm so sickened by it all.
    "You never loved him?" It's more of a statement than a question.
    I bite my lips. I know that it's not a true statement. "There was something. We made out all the time. I cheated on Aleks all the time. Shane too. I couldn’t stop myself. I know there was something. He made me feel like someone I think I might have been happy as. He was an amazing man who sacrificed everything for everyone else."
    Tears stream down her pale cheeks, "I loved him. He was crazy and weird but he was my dad. I never got to tell him that." She looks at me with her black eyes glistening like pools of despair, "Do you think he knew? I never told him."
    "He knew." My heart is broken. I clutch the white feather in my hand selfishly. I never told her about it. I can't part with it. I know I should, she has nothing from him. But I can't. I hate myself for it.
    "I can't believe he's gone." I can see the sparkle in her eyes. I know she is wondering who she can push to bring him back.
    "Ari, we need to talk about something