Wicked Demons (6 page)

Stepping over a log, Andi thought they had
cleared the debris, but clearly underestimated the denseness of
their path when she stepped directly on a bulky tree root and began
to fall. Toryn reacted immediately, grabbing her hand in his and
pulling her back towards his torso until she was tucked against his
chest.

Andi looked up and met his eyes. Her heart
jumped and she was quick to blame in on adrenaline rather than
magnetism.

“Thank you.”

It didn’t escape her notice that his actions
were smooth, backed by the strength of twenty healthy men, leading
her to wonder just how much help he had really needed all this
time.

“Feeling better,” she noted as she stood
straighter.

“Enough.”

His stare was filled with heat. The blush
across Andi’s cheeks wasn’t from embarrassment or discomfort,
rather, it was from the knowledge that had she challenged those
dark eyes, hers would have disclosed the same craving.

“Good to know,” was all she said in return.
She didn’t want to entangle herself with a second mysterious man
when there were so many unanswered questions about the first, so
Andi opted to walk in silence for the remainder of their trek,
placing distance between them.

She wasn’t at all sure if she had done it to
protect herself from his nefarious appetite or him from hers.

The day had passed by the time they reached
his cottage, which was practically hidden by an overgrowth of
foliage and vines. Once inside, Toryn bolted the door with a fierce
assortment of locks before speaking some sort of incantation under
his breath while running a palm barely an inch from the thick door.
Then he unceremoniously stripped of his excess clothing and
collapsed into a bed no larger than a cot, though much sturdier to
support his muscular frame.

With little to do, Andi spent the quiet day
surveying the clay walls and meager décor of the home, though it
was little more than a glorified storage shed, and kept watch over
Toryn. Tracing the lines and depressions of his features with her
eyes, she found herself very impressed by the perfection of his
curved lips.

The sun was well set by the time Toryn
stirred from under the blankets of his hard bed, looking much
better than he had when they stumbled into the house hours earlier.
Restless, His eyelids opened as he turned to find Andi staring at
him. Something crossed her mind—an awareness—that she should stop,
look away, pretend to be busy. Instead, she bit her lip, her
expression flooding with every lustful thought that had fueled her
fantasies all day.

He threw the covers back and began to sit up,
exposing his bare chest, but she stopped him. Leaning forward from
the bedside chair, she roughly pushed him back down. Toryn liked
the force of her small hand against him. And the heat exuding from
her warmed every inch of him like a man who’d been revived after
being frozen for a hundred years with no hope of release.

Andi stood over him long enough to flip the
rest of the covers onto the floor by his pile of clothes at the end
of the bed. Then she stretched a leg over his waist and hopped on,
straddling his powerful body. A growl broke from Toryn’s lips—one
of eagerness and promised satisfaction.

Taking her time, she ignored the beginning
stir between his hips and focused on each button of her blouse
until the last slid from between her fingers. Without waiting,
Toryn swept the shirt open and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them
in his palms. They fit as though his hands were specifically
crafted with her body in mind.

Her back bowed from the unexpected pleasure
of his touch.

Toryn leaned forward and released one of her
breasts long enough to wind his fingers through her hair, pulling
her head back to expose a line of flesh from chin to naval. That
sickening noise resounded through the small room, and then his
teeth were blades. Andi held her breath as his lips brushed over
her stomach, running north until the pointy teeth closed around her
rosy, erect nipple, bouncing it back and forth, playing with the
idea of pain. She tensed as his jaw flexed, fighting the urge to
suck her into his mouth and taste everything her flesh had to
offer.

She waited, counting to the last second that
marked the end of his patience, and the moment before his jaw
closed Andi grabbed his neck and pushed him back, forcing him to
break contact. At first he was confused, though, once he saw her
coy smile, his heart sped and he ripped her pants and underwear off
like they were nothing more than an illusion.

Not letting go, she allowed her fingers to
tighten across the front of his throat, just under his chin, and
force his head to the side. Her breasts brushed across his bare
chest as she leaned into him, kissing and nipping at his neck. The
stirring between them grew frantic until Andi could feel his length
pressing hard between her legs, begging to feel her.

She didn’t know where this yearning, this
sheer craving for his flesh against hers manifested, but it
consumed her. Even his shockingly pronounced teeth drove her libido
wild. Something untamed boiled within her and it couldn’t resist
the demon that lay under her.

Loosening her grip, she met his gaze and
rolled her head back and forth ever so slowly, temping him to take
her with those razors, to press them against her precious skin and
draw blood, life.

Toryn, unwilling to contain the energy
coursing through him a minute longer, forced Andi backwards,
pinning her to the bed, and ripped her boxers off in one smooth
motion. She lay, peering down the length of Toryn’s body from his
well-formed shoulders to his rounded backside, and savored the heat
amassing between them.

An unintentional moan escaped her throat as
he spread her thighs wide, rubbing himself against her. Andi tried
to lift her hips to meet him, but he held her in place. As the
intimate massage drove Andi to a height of desire she feared had no
limit, neither could delay the gratification further. Toryn’s hands
slid past her pronounced hips, over her silky stomach, and across
her supple nipples as he plunged his heat into her depths.

Her body writhed beneath him, responding to
every caress with her own forceful cadence until she could no
longer be contained. She wanted him to drive her over the edge. She
needed to feel every inch of force from his oversized thighs and
perfectly round ass until it made the muscles between her legs
quiver. But the craving to lose herself in this exotic moment took
hold.

Just as Toryn was reaching a frenzy, Andi
stopped him. Pushing him onto his back once more, she stalked him.
Running her hands from his chest to his waist, and then lower
still, she grabbed his spear with purpose, playing with it before
pushing it between her legs.

The world seemed to stop in this last flicker
of daylight. Only they existed. Only they mattered.

She rode him in long, firm strides, never
breaking eye contact, making sure he saw in her expression and with
every thrust just how much she knew he liked it. How much she knew
he needed to be buried deep inside her, allowing her to squeeze his
thickness and control it as she wished.

A glow flared from under her palms when they
pressed against the flesh of Toryn’s chest. He took a deep breath,
clearly approving her new demon power as it flowed through his
body, highlighting the goblin bites littering the landscape of his
being. Andi, not quite understanding, tried to retract her touch.
Though, before she was able, Toryn laid his hands over hers,
allowing her to heal him.

Once the glow subsided, he sat up, thrusting
his hips until Andi wrapped her arms around his shoulders for
leverage. She felt his lips brush her cheek and it awakened an
intimacy she had never felt with anyone before.

“Did I heal you?” she whispered between heavy
sighs and moans.

“Enough,” he practically growled, working
himself deeper to her core.

His razor teeth protruded and he turned his
head, fighting the urge to take her completely.

“Do it,” Andi ordered softly. “I want nothing
between us. My blood is your blood.”

Something in her words demanded an immediate
reaction.

Toryn ran his fingers up her spine until his
hand latched onto the back of her neck. Using this leverage, he
pulled her so close that his teeth sank into the meat of her neck
for lack of space between them. There were no words for the
sensation, as it had no equal. His scalding tongue lapped at her
blood.

Andi gasped and yelled out. Toryn’s bite
bordered on the sweet side of pain while the lull and sway of his
hips played a mesmerizing rhythm throughout her inner walls,
capturing the melody of her heartbeat, daring it to keep up.

He sucked and pumped mercilessly, expecting
her to cry out any moment for him to withdraw. It came as pure
shock to find her meeting his strides with greater force, demanding
all of him.

Just as Toryn feared he would not be strong
enough to sate this exquisite hell cat, Andi’s body fell limp into
his grip, surrendering to the orgasmic tide that kept ravaging her
over and over.

Pride and pressure forced him to the apex of
pleasure. He had never been sated so completely.

But the moment of ecstasy was cut short by a
wrathful commotion outside.

Andi jumped off of Toryn and searched for her
clothes.

He handed her a thin sheet. “Put this
on.”

“Yeah, sure.” She handed him a wad of cloth.
“And you turn this into a three-piece suit.”

Toryn found nothing amusing.

“Who’s out there, anyway? More trolls?”

Grabbing the sheet from her hand, he swiftly
draped and twisted the material until Andi wore a kind of toga. She
looked over his handiwork.

“What’s your next trick?”

“Trick? We have no time for tricks or games.
He has found us.”

“Michael?”

He is not to be trusted
.

Andi threw his clothes at him. “Get out of my
head and get dressed. I’ll take care of this.” She unlocked each
bolt and held up her palm to Toryn as she turned the doorknob with
the other. “Don’t stop me,” she warned as she left the sanctity of
the small cabin for the demon wild.

Toryn tried to open the door and cross the
barrier after her, but an invisible force stopped him. He was
trapped and Andi was outside with the enemy.

Michael was waiting in the modest clearing,
silent and leery.

“Hello Michael.” She spoke low and pleasant,
as if he hadn’t gotten her recently trapped in an underworld demon
chancer.

“I was hoping to find you well… But not this
well.” His cheeks blushed as his gaze lingered over the bite on her
neck before breaking eye contact.

“Don’t try to chastise me. You’re the
incubus.”

He stepped closer. “An incubus capable of
love.”

“Oh,” Andi shook her head, “That’s rich. Well
I’m apparently a fire demon, so I can burn right through your
bullshit.”

Something passed over his expression. “That
explains why they took you.”

“The demon hunters?”

There was a heaviness behind Michael’s
expression. “Yes. Modern day witches.”

“Had you only left me alone by my car on the
side of the road, my only fear right now would be of bears and
psychopaths. Now I have to overburden my brain with demons and
witches. And you. Damn you!”

“No.” Michael moved closer, his hands clasped
together, practically groveling. “It was fate.”

Unable to open the door to the cottage, Toryn
could only yell, “Do not let him touch you!” just as Michael
wrapped his long fingers around her wrist. And everything fell
away. The anger. The mistrust. The suspicion. Toryn…

Michael gently tugged her into his embrace,
and she graciously allowed it.

“When our paths first met, I recognized
passion. I looked beyond your glistening skin and beautiful eyes to
see a greater heart within. If you can deny that you felt the same,
I will leave. I will stop chasing your wicked demon and find
another bounty to make me human.” He paused to rest his lips
against hers, to breathe in her scent, before asking, “Will you
love me?”

Andi felt the security his arms offered. She
remembered how right being with him had felt, and those feelings of
safety and eagerness flooded through her once again.

The answer was yes. She knew the answer had
always been yes. In the tent. By the fire. The first time she ever
saw him. This need had been growing fierce and powerful deep down
in her very core.

He slid the material to the side, exposing
her breasts, and leaned into her. Andi shifted closer and was
heavily rewarded with teasing nips to her flesh.

Feeling her taught, small nipples, Michael’s
control waned. He stripped himself of everything, leaving a bare
view of flesh all the way from his defined chest down to his thick
rod.

Andi’s breath caught with excitement at the
sight of him so swollen with a need to storm between her legs and
fill her with every inch of himself. She half expected him to lunge
on top of her like a cheetah on its prey, swift and magnificent.
But he looked into her eyes and rediscovered humanity.

Kissing everything in his path, he made sure
she felt every hard inch against her torso. Making her want him
inside her even more. Michael didn’t stop until they were eye to
eye. Then he stared right into her soul with a madness only a sane
man can use to devour the world.

Tugging at the toga covering her most
sensitive area, his fingers played with the idea of lifting it
aside to touch her soft skin. To part those lips and make her moan.
Even here. Even in a demon-laden hell, he wanted to make her groan
and yell for God.