Good Will Ghost Hunting: Demon Seed [Good Will Ghost Hunting 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (26 page)

“Ever since Abby died?” she softly asked.

He nodded and kissed the top of her head before releasing her. “Yeah.”

A chilly shiver swept through Kal. “Would she try to kill me?”

Will shook his head. “She’s dumb, but she’s not that dumb. If I didn’t get to her first, Ryan would destroy her and she knows it. She wouldn’t try violence, she’d try trickery.”

“Then why were you afraid she’d touched me?”

“She can shape-shift, but to mimic someone else she has to touch them. She can only imitate people weaker than her in powers, like humans.”

Kal shivered. “Can’t she change into someone I don’t know and touch me like that?”

“No. She has to be in her basic form, which was pretty much what you saw.”

“I still don’t see what…” She closed her eyes. “If she looked like me, she might try to fool you or cause trouble.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Maybe we need a code word so you can verify it’s me.”

He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue gently tracing the seam of her lips, parting them with a featherlight touch. She softly moaned as heat built into white-hot desire between her legs. That’s right, she was going to give him a blow job, wasn’t she?

Then he smiled and sat back in his own chair, leaving Kal panting. “Trust me,” he said. “I’ll always know it’s you.”

“How?” she managed to gasp.

His eyes traveled over every nook and cranny of her face and body. Then he leaned in and closed his eyes as he deeply inhaled. “Because,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire, “you’re my soul mate. I would know you anywhere. I would immediately know if it wasn’t you. There is no other in my heart, there cannot ever be as long as you are alive.”

He opened his eyes and held her gaze, caressing her cheek with his palm. “You are my life. You are my breath. You are part of me, forever. An archdemon can always tell his soul mate, just as you would always be able to tell if it was really me or not.”

Kal forced herself to breathe because the impact of his words had temporarily taken away her ability to automatically force air in and out of her lungs.

“Lock the door,” she raggedly whispered as she ripped her shirt off over her head and dropped it to the floor.

He shook his head and smiled, crooking his finger at her. She flew to him, sitting in his lap with her arms around him—

And they appeared in his bedroom.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” Will definitely thought it was better, because he hadn’t been sure he’d be able to take both of them. His powers were returning to full strength.

She smiled as he laid her on the bed and worked down her stomach with his lips, his sights firmly set on divesting her of her shorts.

“Yeah, but my shirt’s on the floor in the office. If Aidan sees that, won’t he worry?”

Will sighed and sat back on his knees, popped out, then popped back with her shirt. He dropped it over her face with a playful smile. “There. Better?”

She pulled it out of the way and grinned. “Yeah.”

He leaned forward and kissed the flat plain of her belly, trailing kisses to the waistband of her shorts. “I distinctly heard someone thinking about giving me a blow job a few minutes ago.”

She blushed. “You heard that, huh?”

He unbuttoned her shorts. “Something like that I couldn’t help but hear, babe.” He climbed up her body and kissed her lips again, hungry, possessive. “Do you still want to?”

Temporarily unable to use her vowels, she nodded, eager. He rolled onto his back, his arms crossed behind his head.

Kal swung over him, straddling him, unbuttoning his shirt. “Too bad that witch scared me. If I’d known her game, I would have given her a piece of my mind and—”

Will grabbed her wrists, shaking his head. “No,” he firmly said. “Don’t
ever
take her on. Or anyone else like her who might show up. Ryan was right. If you come across someone like that, no matter where you are, public or private, summon us. Me, Ryan, or both of us like you did. Even Aidan. Promise me, Kal.”

She nodded. He wasn’t hurting her, but he frightened her. “Why are you so scared of her?”

“I’m not scared of her.” He relaxed his grip and kissed her wrists before releasing them. “I’m scared of someone hurting you.”

“You’re not going to keep me chained in the house, are you?”

He stroked her thighs, slipped his fingers under the hem of her shorts. “Not unless it’s to the bed and you’ve asked me to do it.”

Kal rolled her eyes and laughed. “Been there, done that, didn’t get a lot out of it.”

“That’s because I wasn’t torturing you with my tongue between your legs while you were tied up.”

She gasped as her heart galloped, out of control, wanting him. Then she realized what he’d done. “Quit changing the subject. You were scared. So was Ryan.”

“Of course I was scared. I heard your tone of voice. You were scared, that scared me.” His brow furrowed. “I’m sure it bothered Ryan, too.”

“What about chaining me up to keep me safe?”

His handsome smile could thaw the coldest heart. “I can sense you, feel you. I can tell basically where you are or if you’re safe. I don’t spy on you, if that’s what you’re wondering. I can’t read your thoughts from a distance unless you actively speak out to me. If you tell me you don’t want me to look in on you like that, I won’t. But if you ask that, and I try to call you on your cell and can’t get in touch with you, or if you’re not with Aidan or one of the guys, don’t be upset with me if I peek.”

Kal stroked his face. “I wouldn’t be upset. I think that makes me feel safer.” She had a thought. “Can the others do that, too? Track me?”

“Aidan should be able to, to a certain extent. Ryan can, obviously. As you saw, you can easily summon him.” He touched her hand again, waiting until she met his gaze. His voice dropped, low, serious. “Kal, please. I mean it. I would rather there be a thousand false alarms than you not summon us. Even if you feel silly doing it, call us. I guarantee Ryan and Aidan would agree with me.”

She opened his shirt and kissed his chest, laying her cheek against his warm flesh. She wanted to take her time and dang it, she would. “I think it was sweet the way the two of you didn’t try to kill each other and stood up for me like that.”

She caught a hint of a thought before Will clamped down on it. She met his gaze. “Are you guys ever going to kiss and make up for whatever it was that happened between you?”

“Should I summon him here right now to talk about it? Because you know—”

“No! No. Just a suggestion.” It was hard to unfasten his slacks when he was…well, hard and filling them out so well. She managed it though, running her lips over his rigid cock after sliding his pants and briefs off.

His sharp intake of breath told her more than any words could.

Cupping his heavy sac in her hand, she flicked her tongue over his shaft. It throbbed in time with his pulse, jumping every time she fluttered her lips around the tip.

“Do it, baby,” he gasped. “Don’t torture me.”

“I like to torture you.”

He groaned as she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and guided him to her lips, sliding her tongue around the tip and lightly sucking on the head. He lifted his head, and his eyes, smoldering dark and stormy with his hunger for her, looked nearly black. His fingers tangled in and gently fisted her hair as he tipped his hips toward her.

“Please, baby. Don’t make me beg—ah!”

She took him in as far as she could, waiting an agonizingly long moment before she moved up his shaft again. Her tongue firmly laved him as she worked her fingers around his smooth flesh. She suspected she wasn’t very good at this yet, but she was good enough to make him squirm, and getting better all the time. Every moan she drew from him sent fire deep into her core. She knew when it was her turn he’d find her fully wet and ready for whatever he planned.

Her every intention had been to bring him across and taste him, but he carefully pulled her off and rolled her onto her back, sinking his cock deep inside her slick pussy. Both of them moaned. He held still for only a moment before taking long, slow, deep strokes she felt through her very soul.

“You’re all mine, sweetheart,” he whispered. “And I’m all yours. You have no idea what you do to me.”

He kissed her, holding his hips still to cool down for a moment. Then he slipped his hand between them and stroked her sensitive nub with his thumb.

Moaning, Kal threw her head back and closed her eyes. This was good. This was
sooo
good.
He
was good.

And he was all hers.

It didn’t take him long to make her come. When he knew she’d fully made it, he thrust hard, making the bed shudder as his hips pistoned into her. “You’re mine,” he said. “Forever.”

She shivered again as she grabbed his arms and held on. “Forever, Will.”

He cried out and she felt his release. Holding himself still deep inside her, he eventually lowered himself to the bed, kissed her throat, gathered her into his arms.

“I don’t want to go back to work,” he mumbled. “Let’s just stay here for the rest of the day.”

Content, she nuzzled against him. “Okay.”

* * * *

It was good they had friends in high places—how ironic—because their work schedule went to…ugh…hell. Maybe
that
explained why so many people complained about Atlanta’s airport. It wasn’t just a metaphoric Hell.

Kal knew Becky could make a bazillion funny jokes about the situation, if only she could tell her.

But she couldn’t tell her. If Kal did tell her, Becky wouldn’t believe her anyway. Worse, her friend might think Kal had lost her mind and tell her parents.

Yikes.

No, Kal kept her talks with Becky short and sweet, but she did admit she had gone out on a couple of dates.

Okay, God would forgive her that fib. Well, maybe it wasn’t a fib. Lots of people who were “just dating” had bouncing, hot, lung-sucking sex, didn’t they?

Two days later, Kal was alone in the office again. While she didn’t know the specifics, she understood arrangements had been made to invisibly increase security and protect her. Now, only those who belonged there could pop in and out of the office, keeping Kal safe in that regard, at least.

Working in her office, compiling the next remote location shoot schedule and arrangements, Kal felt the air shift and caught a subtle, familiar whiff of a man’s cologne. She turned. Ryan leaned against the office wall, his arms crossed, watching her.

“What are you doing here?” Kal asked.

“I wish to have a quick chat with you. Alone.”

“Why?” She wasn’t sure if Will would want her talking to Ryan alone. Then again, he had interceded on her behalf with Bera. Will obviously trusted Ryan with her despite whatever differences they had.

Dealing with Ryan was such a dang mixed bag. On the one hand she wanted to hate him on general principle, because this was all his fault. On the other she wanted to hug him, thank him, and call him her friend.

Could she do that and not betray Will’s feelings in the process? Wasn’t she obligated to keep her distance from Ryan if Will couldn’t stand him?

He pushed off the wall and seated himself in Aidan’s chair, positioning it in front of her desk. The playful smile he’d worn in Atlanta the day she materialized in his apartment was gone. This Ryan meant business. She fought the urge to shiver.

Apparently sensing her apprehension, his face and voice softened. “No, Kal, I just wish to talk. As you know, I am not Will’s fondest friend. I know I’m not yours either, but I hope we can discuss this without you trying to feed my scrotum to me.” He sat quietly for a moment while composing his thoughts. “I’m sorry you are being put through this. I’m sure your own father would tell you that sometimes the greater good must come first.”

Anger took over. “Don’t you
dare
talk about my parents!” She might get aggravated at her father, but no one else had the right to talk about them.

“Kal, please. Let me finish.” He took another breath. “There are a few things you need to know, to put all this in perspective. Perhaps that will help you understand why I was forced to do what I did. Believe it or not, I take no joy or pleasure over dragging you into this life. Will is The Firm’s strongest archdemon and he is needed. Without him I cannot do my job.”

“Not that I’m complaining—” She thought about that. “No, I am complaining. Why me? Why him? Couldn’t you get another one to do whatever it is you need done?”

Ryan shook his head. “Will’s power isn’t simply that he is the strongest archdemon. Abby was Will’s one and only, until you. The one and only love of his life. In all ways.”

“I know that. He told me.”

“No, she was truly his one and only. Ever. His only love, in heart, mind, body, and soul. And he was hers. For ages they were bonded. His strength came in no small part from that bond, the years and depth and purity of it. The undiluted nature of his soul is what gives him his power, and the pure bond he had with her—and with you—is what will return him to full strength and even, dare I say, beyond.”

Kal froze, trying to comprehend what Ryan was saying. “Why couldn’t you get someone else to take his place? What about you?”

He studied his fingernails. “I’m older than Will. Much older. I, too, have loved and lost. I chose not to take another soul mate, although unlike Will, I did not choose to remain chaste. I retained my power but it’s not in me to find another soul mate. Especially not now with my…responsibilities. It would make me more of a liability, put me in a vulnerable position. And I would be remiss in jeopardizing someone like that.”

He met her gaze. “Our kind can and do live and function fine without a soul mate. Look at our boys here in the office, or even Bera, as another example, but they don’t have a fraction of the power Will has. Had. Shall have again with you in his life. The surface has barely been scratched, you know. As the two of you bond more deeply, you will see things beyond your wildest imagination.”