Omens

“Divide and conquer,” said Thea. “An old and effective trick, but it won’t work here.”

“Why would you ever deny you have a mammoth-size cock?”

Keenan ground his teeth. God, she was off her fucking rocker.

She snickered. “Your blood pressure just shot up, didn’t it? Will it improve your mood if we play Park the Porpoise again?”

“Park the Porpoise?”

“You know … getting a hole in one, having a hot beef injection, burying the sausage, parting the red sea, going to the boneyard, mining with the meat shaft—”

“Enough, enough.” He sighed and looked up at the wall. “So this will be my life.”

“You’re excited, I can tell.”

His mouth hitched up. The thing was … she was right.

Standing upright, he grabbed her hips, yanked her closer, and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Oh my, this seemed promising. She fisted the bedsheet as he lodged the broad tip of his cock in her pussy.

He licked his glistening lips. “You won’t come again until I’m ready for you to come.” He slammed home in a rough, aggressive thrust that shocked a gasp out of her, forcing his way past swollen muscles. “Love that you take all of me.”

She gasped and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck me.”

“Not yet.” Filling his hands with her breasts, Keenan latched onto her nipple and suckled. She moaned and dug her nails into his skin. Alternating from one nipple to the other, he licked, sucked, and nipped them over and over; teased them into hard little buds.

She pulled on his hair. “I want you in me.”

“I’ll give you what you want.” He slid down her body and dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. “Eventually.” He pulled her legs apart and nuzzled her glistening folds. “Love going down on you.”

Khloé bucked and squirmed as he devastated her pussy with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He lapped, nipped, probed, and flicked her clit until flames of need danced over her skin

“I think it was Aunt Mildred,” said Khloé.

Jolene pursed her lips. “It could have been—she was a wise but strange woman.”

Keenan narrowed his eyes. “Wait, Aunt Mildred was a real person?”

“Oh, yes,” said Jolene.

“She was not,” insisted Devon.

Jolene tilted her head. “You don’t remember her? She often wore odd shoes. Had a high-pitched laugh. Liked to sing the alphabet backwards. Used to make daisy chains and wrap them around the neck of her three-legged cat.”

Devon’s cheeks reddened. “You’re both full of shit. No such woman ever existed.”

Khloé shook her head. “I can’t believe you don’t remember her.”

Just then, the song changed to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”. Like that, the entire air in the room changed. And suddenly a large number of the guests backed up against the wall.

Keenan stared at them, trying to work out what the issue was. Then they started doing the “Thriller” dance, and he could only sigh.

“They’re actually pretty good,” said Levi.

“But it disturbs me that they must have practiced this,” said Tanner. “I mean, why would you? These are grown-ass people.”

Lou tossed him a frown. “No imp is a grown-ass person.”

A tall figure stalked over and planted his hands on his hips, glaring at Heidi. “Give it back.”

The little girl’s nose wrinkled as she stared back at the Devil. “What?”

“My wallet,” said Lucifer—or Lou, as he preferred to be called. “Give it back.”

“I don’t have it,” Heidi told him.

“Do I look slow to you?”

“Yup.”

Lou jerked back. “Well, that’s not nice. You imps are all the same.”

“Koey!” yelled Asher, balanced on his father’s hip.

“Hey, little dude.” Khloé blew him a kiss and then smiled at her younger sister, Heidi, who was clinging to Larkin’s back. “Having fun?”

“Uh-huh,” said Heidi, beaming.

“I found her and some of the other kids jumping up and down on a passed-out imp like he was a damn trampoline,” said Larkin. “Jolene rolled the guy under the buffet table. I don’t know how he can sleep through all this noise.”

“I have a question,” Levi said to Khloé. “Why is that guy in the corner wearing a Predator suit?”

Khloé frowned. “You’re assuming he needs a reason.”

“Yeah, imps don’t need reasons for the things they do,” Larkin said to the reaper. “Haven’t you learned that yet?”

“That, too.” He raked his gaze over her, and his eyes grew heated. “Love this dress on you.” And the lacy bra I got a sneak peek at earlier, he added telepathically. Do your panties match?

She lifted a brow. What panties?

He groaned. Little witch. He skimmed his fingertips over the none-too-subtle brand his demon had put on the side of her neck just last night

Teague helped Khloé off the slide. “I noticed there’s still some tension between your incubus and Knox,” he said quietly. “Keenan was so pissed at him that day we all thought you’d die—I don’t know why, and I’m not asking. But, yeah, I really thought Keenan was going to try to take him out.”

Khloé had heard as much from her twin. “He didn’t speak to Knox for, like, two weeks. I asked why. He just said he felt that Knox could have done more to save me. I think Keenan just felt guilty for not getting to me earlier and he needed someone else to blame.”