Omens (Dark in You 6)

His jaw hard, Keenan snatched Khloé’s hand and started dragging her away.

She dug in her heels. “Now wait a—”

“Don’t fight me. Not right now.” He hauled her across the room and through a door marked “Private.” It was a break room, she quickly realized.

A stout male stood at the kitchenette, washing a cup. He glowered, protesting, “Hey, you can’t come …” He trailed off, his eyes flickering, as Keenan just glared at him. The guy sighed. “Yeah, okay.” He trudged out of the room, leaving her alone with the sentinel, who shut the door and flicked the lock.

Keenan backed her into the wall, his eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous that perversely made her body roar to life. “You let him touch you,” he ground out. “You let him touch you right in fucking front of me.”

Khloé swallowed at the lethal whisper. His fury was so hot it was almost palpable. A fury he had no right to feel. She felt anger flicker to life in the pit of her belly. But that didn’t stop the good ole sexual tension from flaring up and charging the atmosphere. Her demon basked in it, finding the blatant danger emanating from him a total aphrodisiac.

There had to be something wrong with Khloé—the display of jealousy made her blood heat even as it annoyed her. He’d just spent so long masking his emotions around her that there was something heady about the sight of his control fraying.

Maybe another person would have urged him to calm down, placated him, tried to pet the anger out of him—something. Instead, Khloé arched a taunting brow. “You got a good reason why I shouldn’t have let him touch me?”

He let out a sexy little snarl that made her nipples pebble. “Oh, I’ve got lots of them.”

“Dazzle me.”

Slamming a hand either side of her head, he put his mouth to her ear. “One, you don’t want him. You want to want him, but you don’t. Two, you can do better than a weak asshole who tries to pick you up in a bar—notice he didn’t follow you into this room to make sure you’re okay. Three, your demon loathed his touch.” Keenan met her eyes. “I’m having the same goddamn issue with my demon; it doesn’t want anyone but you. And neither do I.”

Okay, that took her off-guard—it also made her stomach flutter and her demon purr. But Khloé noticed he hadn’t said that he intended to act on it.

He smoothed his hand over her hair, as if wiping away Deke’s touch. “He touches you again, I’ll break his fucking hand.”

Khloé shook her head. “I don’t know where you get off on thinking you have the right to pull this shit, but you don’t. At all. We fucked. That’s it. And then you couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Yes, you were underlining that it meant nothing—I get that. It’s not as if you weren’t clear beforehand that it would just be sex. But you don’t get to then demand that I keep away from other guys.”

His eyes flared. “And how would you have felt if you’d glanced over to see me sitting there with some female lounging all over me?”

Like someone had stabbed a blade through her chest. Her demon probably would have lost its shit.

“I spent years craving you; wanting you just about every way I could get you,” he said. “Having you just once was supposed to help. It didn’t. It only made things worse; only made me need you more.”

Every word dripped with hunger and stroked her skin like the sweetest caress. She couldn’t deny that they also wriggled their way through her defenses.

His gaze lowered to her mouth and blazed so hot her breath hitched. “Sometimes, I could swear I can taste you.” He smoothed his hand up her thigh and tugged her dress around her waist.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

He pressed his body flush to hers and planted his forearms flat on the wall, settling his cock against her clit. Fuck, he was hard. And he’d no doubt feel her taut nipples stabbing his chest. Awesome.

She gasped as he ground his hips against hers. Trying to ignore the carnal hunger trickling through her like warm syrup, Khloé said, “Now hold on a second.” Her demon frowned at her—it didn’t want him to stop.

“I might have lasted another day or so before giving in. Maybe even a week, I don’t know. But I would have ended up at your door at some point.” Squeezing her ass, he rocked his hips, eliciting another soft gasp from her. “Want you more than I’ve ever wanted any damn thing in my life. And I’m fucking done fighting it.” He tore off her panties and slammed his mouth on hers.

CHAPTER NINE

Keenan greedily feasted on her, drowning in her delectable taste. There was no forgetting it—he’d tried that. He’d failed. Being away from her had only made him crave it more. Crave her more.