Demon

Malacar’s POV

Zor was slamming against me hard; my demon is awake, and we will die if they sense him. Years ago, the Demon War nearly destroyed our world. Humans and other factions united and hunted down every demon, wiping us out so that none would ever threaten them again—or so they believe. No demon survived the war, so they thought. I hid him and survived. Now he has resurfaced because Zaria is our mate. I said it in my head because she doesn’t understand this whole mess yet; she only feels the connection. Strongly, as her body responds to me, I want to ravish her. But I can’t rush anything. She has never done this before; her scent is pure.

I touched her breast, perfect in my hand, and she let out a soft moan. I’m dying here, and I can’t stop touching her. Finally, I pulled away, my arousal straining against my pants.

Zaria, I said breathlessly. We are playing with fire, and I don’t care what happens to me, but I do care about what happens to you.

I understand, she said so adorably. Malacar, what kind of beast are you?

Shit. I didn’t expect her to ask this question now. Well, I will not change much, if that’s what you’re asking…

Okay, I let out a breath. I’m a demon. More like a human with an entity inside of me. It’s not just a name; being a demon means I carry ancient power, darkness that can heal, destroy, or possess. My senses are sharper, my body stronger, but there’s always a hunger inside, a risk of losing control if I give in too much. Sometimes it feels like there are two hearts beating in my chest, and the wrong person noticing could mean disaster. Zaria, no one can know this. If they find out, they’ll sentence me to death.

Her eyes looked terrified, and her arms went around my neck, pulling me closer. I would never let them do this to you.

Oh yeah, I said, kissing her swollen lips. Her head rested on me, Malacar. I’m tired.

I lifted her off the sink and put her down. Go to sleep, or I will never let you leave.

She giggled as she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me fast. Good night.

Good night, Zaria. When the door closed, I turned the cold water on and stood under it, cursing. All I could think of is her soft skin, her perfect breasts, the way she feels in my arms.

I need to stop thinking, or my balls will turn blue. Then it took me a while to fall asleep.

Morning came too fast, and I groaned as I put my feet down. That pompous dean is waiting for me.

I walked into his office. Good morning, Dean.

Master Malacar, we have a situation. Astrid filed a complaint against our human student.

Did you get my recording? Astrid is jealous of her and has tried to harm her several times. And there is evidence that she is the one who pushed her into the arena.

He gasped. That is a strong accusation, Master Malacar. Let’s not forget that her father donates most of the money that this academy runs on.

I see, so she gets a free pass to do whatever she wants?

Of course not, I will investigate this and start an investigation. Now, one more thing. Why is Shadow allowed to run loose in this academy? He is enslaved and needs to be caged. My fists closed as anger started to rise.

The rules are set, if the warrior decides to set them free…

She set them free? He stood up from his chair.

And good thing she did, otherwise you would’ve had an answer for a dead human in your academy. Shadow saved the human when Astrid threw the knife at her back. Now, if you excuse me, I have classes I need to teach. He waved his hand, and I turned and left.

I passed Zaria and Nova, pretending I did not know her. Couldn’t concentrate, and when the class was over, I walked to check on her, to see Noctis and Valerian hovering around her. Noctis, the shadow-eyed son of the vampire clan leader, was all arrogance and cool control. Valerian stood beside him, his golden hair, dragon, dangerous and unpredictable. Both were rivals, and both had a reputation for getting what they wanted. What the fuck? They’re looking at her the same way I do.

The instinct is telling me to go snap their head off, but I need to control myself, trust her. As I passed their group, her eyes met mine. She can’t look at me like that, or they’ll figure it out.

The day didn’t finish fast enough for me. I paced inside my room, restless and distracted, my mind consumed by thoughts of Zaria.

What if she changed her mind about me? What if she saw the darkness inside me and ran? The fear coiled tight, thick as smoke in my chest. When she finally opened the door, relief and longing crashed over me. I pulled her into my arms first and inhaled her scent, a mix of warmth and promise I never thought I’d find. Locked the door and sat on the couch, pulling her into my lap, desperately to keep her close for just a little longer. Her hands touched my face, and I closed my eyes to her softness, fighting the battle between what I want and what I fear. I’m falling in love with her, or am I obsessed? Either way, I must be out of my mind, wanting something so pure when all I know is darkness. What does she see in me?

" Malacar, what are you thinking?” she asked me, and looked insecure. I know that you must like experienced women…

Zaria, don’t be silly; I like you the way you are.

Human? I …am nothing like you…

Look at me, yes, no matter what you are. Mine. I was desperate and hungry to touch her soft body, and my hands explored when I decided to go further. My lips traced her inner thigh, her body wiggled, and I removed her pajama shorts. As soon as my tongue touched her folds and nub, her hand grasped my hair, and I let out a low growl. She tasted so good, and I was giving her the first orgasm, I thought as she trembled. My lips kept kissing her belly, then her nipple. I took her hand and placed it on the arousal, my hand over hers. I showed her how to. Her soft moans fueled me, and I was kissing her as I released with a groan on her belly.

I wiped her with my shirt and pulled her against me. Her naked body against my skin, I need to stop before I go insane.

Malacar, she said, looking up at me, " You don’t like me?

What are you talking about? I asked her, confused.

I want you to….and I covered her mouth. I saw the shadow passing under the door,  then turned to her.

And I want that too, but for now we must wait. Can you trust me with that? She nodded.

Mine, I whispered, as I kissed her forehead.