Wicked Demons (4 page)

Michael stopped thrusting.

“What are you doing?”

“Appreciating the view.”

He opened the door and swept her into his
arms. Standing, erect between her thighs, he walked to the back and
dropped the tailgate, setting her on the edge gingerly. The
moonlight tasted her breasts, displaying them with an angelic glow.
And her hips… They drove Michael wild. Full and shameless, they
were everything
woman
.

Propping herself up with her palms, Andi shut
her eyes and rocked her head back, taking a deep breathe. Such a
simple action awoke the incubus in Michael. He locked onto her hips
and slid to the edge, close. Grabbing each leg behind her kneecap,
he grinned like the cat eating the canary and spread her legs. They
both watched his swollen manhood play at her opening. Andi wanted
to lift her hips to meet him, but lacked the leverage.

“Be still,” he lightly commanded. “Can I use
you to heal?”

“Will it hurt?”

“No.”

“Too bad,” she quipped, grabbing his neck and
pulling him down for a kiss. Simultaneously, he slid into her
depths and released a sigh between their lips.

Andi locked her ankles behind his back,
enjoying the sensual motion of his hips finding a rhythm against
her bare thighs. And Michael kneaded her breasts as if his life
depended upon it. To kiss forever would be too short for him. He
needed Andi in every way. He wanted to know her, to take her every
way he could. And he wanted her to want the same thing.

As his pace sped to a frenzy, Andi threw her
head back, moaning and pleading for all he could give her.

Michael’s hands ran down her body and cupped
her ass, pushing her towards him as he rammed his staff further and
further to her core. And with every thrust, he felt her energy
healing his injuries. As an incubus, he siphoned and ate energy
like a starving man at a buffet. If he was taking too much, Andi
hadn’t noticed. The only feeling in her world was ecstasy.

He gave and took until they both cried out
into the night.

As time passed like dripping honey, Andi
basked in delight as Michael gathered their clothes and walked back
to the truck bed. She wiggled into her undies and stretched, trying
to remember when she last felt so free of responsibility. However,
Michael’s stance—withdrawing from a straight back posture to a soft
crouch—caused Andi to stop breathing.

He motioned for her to slide off the truck
bed and crouch as well.

“The light was on when I left. I don’t see
it,” he whispered.

“Is that all? Jesus.” Oxygen filled her lungs
again as her chest relaxed. “Paranoid much?” She started to stand
up, but his hand snaked around her waist and pulled her back
down.

“It wasn’t a bear.”

He quickly handed her a ball of clothes.
Bloodied and sweat-soaked, she threw on her once white blouse,
along with his boxers.

“What?”

“What you saw earlier. What ran in front of
your car. It wasn’t a bear.”

Glaring, Andi raised her voice. “I knew it
wasn’t a bear!”

Something rattled in the campsite. And then
she heard it,
that
noise. The screeching wails that turned
her blood to dust.

“Get ready. It’s coming,” was all Michael
warned as a black whirlwind of dirt and wind swept towards
them.

Andi jumped to her feet and took off down the
gravel road barefoot. Michael was yelling behind her, but his words
were lost in the sound of her heaving breaths as each step became
more labored than the last. And it wasn’t due to her bum knee.

She was not one to exercise like a maniac,
but Andi always figured herself to be in shape. So why did she feel
like someone had dropped her body into a vat of caramel?

Feeling her knee slide, pinching something
crucial, was the last thing she felt before watching the ground
rush to meet her face.

Michael was nearby. She could hear his voice
until it was practically on top of her, though her eyes refused to
open. Somehow, Andi was trapped in a barely there shell, listening
to the real world, but detached and confused like her dreams often
were.

Am I dreaming?
She thought, pleasantly
surprised that thinking was possible at all.

No, you’re not
, a voice in her head
answered back. But it was the voice of an outsider, a stranger. Not
her own. She was about to mentally lose it until the voice rang
from the darkness of mind and matter.
Shhh… You can’t be hurt
here. They want us alive. Don’t fight
.

And then she was really unconscious.

Waking after what felt like hours of
unrestful sleep, she sat up. There was barely enough room to do
that. A glow found its way through a thin seam above her head and
Andi used it to inspect the area.

Michael lay beside her, not yet awake. A look
so innocent masked his kissable lips and almond-shaped eyes. His
right forearm rested just above his forehead. Right then, Michael
could have been anyone resting in reverie after a long day. There
were no signs that tied him to such awful surroundings or villains
that could have done this to either one of them. And that made her
wonder what his body language—even in rest–fought so hard to
hide.

Andi ventured a glance from his inviting
presence. The walls were little more than bars. Crude prison bars
exposing dirt walls behind them. The glow had come from above, but
she couldn’t find the source.

As fear began pressing her from the inside
out, quickly toppling her careful empire of cool, Andi shook
Michael and pleaded in a careful voice, “Wake up, Michael. Please,
please wake up.”

“Mmmmhh…”

“Michael!”

His eyelids fluttered and fought
consciousness until Andi grabbed his shoulders and shook him
harder.

“Are you trying to rattle my bones loose?” he
asked, following his question with a weak laugh.

“What is this? Where are we?”

Sensing her unease, Michael sat up to inspect
their prison. Unaffected, he answered, “We’re in a chancer.” He
seemed visually calmer. However, this information did nothing for
Andi.

“What?”

“A chancer. It’s an underground cage.”

Andi panicked. Her breathing sped and her
heart hurt. It hurt from pounding back and forth in her chest,
stretching her ribs with fear.

“No!”

“Calm down.” Michael offered a hand on her
shoulder.

“I can’t.” Her breath wheezed through her
strangling lungs. “I’m claustrophobic. Oh God, I’m… I’m having a
panic attack. I have to get out.”

Assessing the level of shit getting ready to
hit the fan, Michael tried his best to talk her anxiety down.

“We are in no immediate danger, but if you
panic, it could kill us. We are in a holding shaft—one of
many—until they come for us, which will be soon. You will live to
get out of here… Unless you panic.”

Through quick gasps, Andi tried to focus on
her words as her eyes darted from corner to corner, searching for a
way out. “Was that supposed to be comforting? That was really
horrible.”

Allowing the barest smile to shine through,
Michael guided her to lie down. Propping himself up with an elbow,
he motioned for her to close her eyes.

“Just listen to my voice and feel my hand
across your forehead. I’m going to move it down to your cheek now.”
She was trying to calm down. “Good. I’m going to rub my fingers
through your hair and massage your scalp.” When she didn’t complain
or stop him, Michael continued. “Focus on the way my fingertips
feel across your skin.” He drew swirls on her neck and collarbone
with his fingernail. The action caused goosebumps on her arms.
“Better?”

Andi was about to answer when the box they
were trapped in shifted suddenly, startling her. Dirt engulfed the
air. The cage scraped against a wall, creating a ghastly sound.

The moment Andi’s eyes flew open, Michael
leaned in and kissed her lips. They were even softer than he
remembered.

Wrapping one hand around the back of her
neck, his fingers were immediately lost in the thickness of her
dark hair. He pressed his body into hers, chasing away her doubt
and fear, and rested his other hand on her hip.

Michael only took his lips off hers to
whisper, “I want you. Even here, I want you. Pump your fear into
mine. Let me take it away for you. Let me in.”

She knew what he was asking. He wanted to
take her right there in the cage like an animal. That’s what it
was, right? They were caged like wild animals with unknown
fates.

A hand snaked to the waistband of the boxers
she wore, hovering, waiting for an answer. Willing it to be
yes.

“Let me feed and grow strong so I may fight
and free us.”

While her lust dueled with her brain, Andi
ran her hands under Michael’s shirt, caressing his sides as she
stretched forward for another kiss.

“Take me,” she whispered. “Feed.”

That’s all Michael needed to hear.

A franticness possessed his hands as they
searched under the torn blouse for flesh while his mouth moved over
hers. Her energy, her vitality rose from her pores like glamoured
children marching to the Pied Piper. And Michael welcomed every bit
of essence, feeling an unexpected rush.

“Wait,” Andi began to say. “Don’t take too
much.” But his pull was ferocious.

Before he could acquiesce, the bars beneath
Andi shifted and suddenly sprung open, the hinge creating a great
creak, echoing throughout the nowhere surrounding them.

Andi fell screaming into the darkness
below.

Feeling the harshness of her surrounding
before seeing it, Andi struggled to shift her weight, to move her
arms and straighten her legs. She had not been knocked unconscious,
but something had made her brain go all fuzzy, leaving her unable
to remember landing.

“Do not move,” a familiar voice
commanded.

“I… I have to,” she croaked, her throat dry
and weary.

“No.” The voice was softer now, and Andi felt
a heavy arm stretch across her torso. “Why would you allow him to
feed on you twice in one night?”

Reality set in. A simple evening of mindless
fun and nefarious antics had turned into an unbelievably deadly
situation. Had the man, Michael, slipped her PCP and none of this
was real? Hell, maybe Michael didn’t even exist. Was she still
unconscious in her vehicle at the muddy base of the embankment?

Do not question what cannot be denied
,
the strange voice echoed in the back of her mind.

“Stop.” She threw the arm aside and sat up,
reeling about until he stopped her from falling to the ground.

“Fine. I will speak aloud.”

“Who are you?”

A chuckle filled the darkness. She did not
find her question funny in the least and when she spoke up to say
as much, the gravelly sound died as quickly as it had begun.

“I am the demon your lover wishes to capture
and exchange for the price of his humanity.”

“Jesus, he isn’t my
lover
,” she
sighed. “He’s just a guy.”

Where had that come from? When she was with
Michael, it seemed right. Her choice to shag the ever-loving fuck
out of him was undeniably sound. He was Adonis reincarnated. But
now…away from his essence and advances, he was only a man.

No!
she reminded herself,
A
demon
.

Aren’t we all?
the disquieted voice
questioned.

“Get out of my head!” she balked. Pushing his
imposing form away as she stood, Andi pried her blurry eyes open.
Even swaddled in the large mass of dark material, she could tell
that the stranger was made of nothing less than wave upon wave of
rippling muscle. “Stay back or—“

“You may hurt me?”

Andi leaned against the wall and really
looked at the man before her. His dark hair was short, exposing
hard facial lines, statuesque angles, and long, angelic eyelashes.
He was tall and formidable, yet something didn’t add up. He was not
as he seemed. While he should have been a force to end all,
something was askew.

“You’re sick,” Andi guessed out of
nowhere.

The shock was apparent in his charcoal
eyes.

One small footstep in front of the other, she
tried to approach him, but he withdrew as if she were the snake
ready to strike.

Stopping, she ventured, “What’s wrong with
you?”

It was his turn to sigh.

“Tell me,” she persisted. “Maybe I can
help.”

“I almost believe you can,” his voice
rumbled, and Andi saw a sadness in his expression that had the
power to extinguish even the strongest heart of hearts.

“First, tell me who you are and where we
are.”

Glancing around, she could tell they were in
an underground cell. Tree roots infringed on the makeshift
enclosure and hard earth packed a thousand times over made for
walls.

“Why am I here with you?” She couldn’t resist
her curiosity.

“They call me Death, and maybe I am here for
you.”

It was Andi’s turn to laugh, and the robust
noise made the raven-haired stranger edgy.

“That’s sweet,” she said, “Was
Dildo
taken?”

The stranger stared in disbelief at her
insolence. He straightened his broad shoulders and raised his chin
to look fierce and imposing as he approached her. “Do not mistake
me for that docile incubus. My demon blood runs much crueler.”

Andi’s first instinct was to side step out of
the line of fire. However, never being one to back down, she faced
her fear, looking him directly in the eyes. “What kind of big, bad
demon are you?”

Leaning into her face, a sickening sound
erupted from between his lips. A sound Andi had never quite heard
before. And in the barely there light floating in from beyond the
cell door, she gasped as two rows of extremely large, pointed teeth
protruded from his otherwise sensual mouth.