Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

"Had to bring your lapdog with you?" he snarls. "Scary dog privilege," Damon corrects casually. "He needed some cheering up. But I'd take his advice and watch your tone. He's out for blood."

Oh, please try me. Please, please… push me over the edge. I'm begging you.

Out of sight, out of mind they say. But that's just bullshit. Now that I know she's in the same building as me again, the tether between us pulls. And I'm going to take that tether and wrap it around her soft body—whether that's to fuck her or kill her, I don't know yet.

It's like I'm seeking him out in the dark, like my body just knows.

She tastes like Heaven. My fallen angel. If God exists, he must be sick. Who would send a divine creature like her into the Devil's lair? And now she's stuck with me. I don't care about anything else, as long as she's with me.

"You're fucking perfect, Avery. Don't ever hide this from me. I want to see all of you."

"I'll show you," I say to her, watching her eyes roll back as I stroke her clit with my cock. "I'll make you feel the same way you make me feel."

"I could die right now," I growl, looking into her gray orbs. "It would be the best death. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else except in you."

If anyone lays a single finger on her, bruising her perfect skin, I'll soak them in gasoline and make a bonfire.

I kiss her heatedly—how could I not? She's the drug of my choice and I need this as much as she does.

"You're not going to avoid me any longer, Avery. I don't care the reason why. Whatever it is, I promise that I'm the bigger threat."

I hate sharing—ever since I was little. Any time I was made to share things, they got broken. They were taken from me.

I'm fucking possessive. I'm dangerous. I'll fucking kill for what's mine. And that extends to her.

Damon's words hit me. I am playing with fire—I want to burn. When Avery's involved, I want everything. Life. Death. Torture. Pleasure. Pain. Every-fucking-thing she can offer me.

"Who do you think killed Hallman, little killer? He didn't take his own life. No—I ended it. I ended that sad, pathetic excuse of a man because he touched you. He tried to hurt what's mine."

As he grabs my hand firmly, I get ready for him to break our connection, but surprisingly, he lifts our hands higher, placing my palm over his beating heart. "This cold, black thing beats for you, Avery."

"I might have a hold on you, Grey. But I promise that you have a hold on me too."

"You're fucking mine, Avery," he growls into my mouth. "This lifetime and the next one too."

Fuck, I've missed her. I've missed the way she craves my touch, the way she silently begs for my approval.

"Finger fuck your pretty pussy for me, little killer," I groan, fisting my cock. "I want to see how wet you are for me."

"Say my name," I grunt, feeling her cunt tighten around my fingers as her orgasm approaches. "Look at me and scream my fucking name."

"Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" I ask her between thrusts. "You," she breathes out. "You, Grey." "Damn fucking right," I growl in response, impaling her deep.

"This is what you do to me," I breathe out, growling as her finger presses into my flesh harder. "You tear me apart from the inside out in the best fucking ways possible. You make me kill for you, you make me want to die for you. I'll burn this whole place down to ashes and paint you with them like the muse you are."

"I love you so much," she whispers. Letting go of her hand, I reach for her clit, running my bloodied fingers over it. "Prove it. Come for me, my little killer."

"That fucking bastard," Grey snaps. "Let me go there right now and rip open his carotid artery." "Avery's in session with him," I point out. Grey snorts. "I'll fuck her in his blood. That doesn't worry me."

Ashwood leans back from the table, folding his arms. "Is this your poor attempt at making me jealous?" "Not at all," I taunt. "Just reiterating that she's alive and well." "I should hope so," he replies. "Because if anything happens to her while in your care, I'll dig your grave myself."

Conflict tears at me, but seeing her look at me with that usual loving gaze while holding him, starts to build those bricks that were knocked down. She's still looking at me the same. She's at peace.

"I know you probably want to go see him, but I really need you to come to the library with me," he says.

"Look. At. Me," Grey says darkly. "I want you to watch me as he takes you."

"You're still mine," Grey growls into my mouth. "Every single part of you." "I'm yours," I reply. "And you're mine too."

"When you go to heaven one day, I'll drag you back down to hell to join me. Because I'm never leaving you, Avery."

"Promise. Now, I want you to explode on your other boyfriend's cock ...

"You're possessive too," I shoot back. "Leaving fingers on my bed." He shrugs. "I gave you a flower. Girls like that shit." "Oh, that's the part you are focusing on," I scold playfully. "Here's the finger of your enemy… it's in a rose though."

That's the beautiful thing about her—even with the darkest souls, she tries to find light.

Loving them both feels like breathing to me.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" I screech, hearing footsteps behind me. "What's going on here?" I stop struggling at the familiar voice, turning my head to find Damon standing in the hallway.

"Get back to your room," Whittingham sneers at him. "I don't think I will," he replies, unfazed. "Get your hands off Avery," he adds, staring daggers at the guard.

"Damon—" Alexander starts, a look of fury on his face. "Oh, fuck off, Father. Save whatever pathetic bullshit you are about to say for someone who cares."

The first time he ever laid hands on me, I had him on the ground within fifteen seconds. The second time he tried, I broke three of his fingers. And the third and last time… I dug the tip of my knife into his stomach, promising him I'd cut out his kidneys to sell on the black market.

"What the fuck just happened?" she whispers, and I'm not entirely sure if she's just mumbling to herself. "We can't leave you alone for five minutes apparently," I shoot back.

But still… there was something a tad unsettling about the way she was screaming.

Theo looks down, nodding. "Nicely done, Aves." I freeze, locking eyes with him as he gives me a knowing look. But behind his expression, there's also the question as he waits for the confirmation that it's okay.

Instinctively, I start searching for Grey, mouth falling open when I spot him sitting next to Theo at the other end of the hall.

"Morning, babe!" Grey greets with a grin, smacking the seat next to him. "You're just in time for breakfast." My eyes dart over to Theo who, except for his company, looks exactly like he normally does at meal times. He glances up at me, shrugging. "I was summoned to sit at the Assholes-R-Us table."

"Put your hands above your head on the bookshelf," Grey whispers heatedly, hands cupping my waist.

I don't think Grey is the only one with an animal inside him, because at the sound of Theo's pleasure, I'm ready to burst out of my skin.

"I need to be inside you when that happens," he growls. "I want to know that you're walking around, dripping from both of us."

"I think she's getting frustrated," Grey taunts, sliding his wet fingers up my lower abdomen. "Do you want to come, our little killer?"

Cupping my neck from behind, Grey leans down to my ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth. "I asked you a question—Do. You. Need. To. Come?"

Theo's mouth and tongue cover my clit, teasing it, as Grey fucks me from behind. It's easily the hottest thing I've ever seen before in my life—my