I left Demetri in bed that morning and snuck downstairs to the living room with a steaming cup of over-sweetened coffee. Being in his arms after such a horrendous nightmare went from comforting to terrifying. How could I seek comfort from someone who ran a circle of Hell? He was a demon.Granted, one who was pulling my walls down brick by brick, but a Demon no less. Was it wrong of me to judge him based on the horror stories I've heard or seen in paranormal movies?They didn't paint a particularly trusting and happy picture. It was always hauntings and death.My head turned to the side, and I glanced at the doorway that lead to the front of the house. Eventually, I would need to get over my fear of that room. It wasn't like their bodies were still there, and all of the blood had been cleaned up. It was just an empty room now.But, perhaps it was why I had that nightmare. My therapist had pushed and pushed for me to go back to where I had found the bodies. She wanted me to confront my
Demetri's P.O.V. The wetness that coated my fingers as I slid up and down her folds was begging me to throw her on the couch and fuck her with my tongue until she couldn't breathe, but I had other plans. As she braced herself against me, my left hand moved up and across her chest to capture one of her perky breasts, massaging it before grabbing it tightly. I pinched her nipple between my fingers beneath the cotton of her top. She let out a gasp. Her hand shooting up to dig her fingers into my forearm but pressing me closer to her rather than pulling me away. It sent a jolt of satisfaction through me that she was enjoying my touch, that I knew what my girl liked. "Tell me what you're feeling," I demanded even though I could still sense her. The pain was still prominent but less so than the pleasure. "Good," She panted out as I continued to rub her clit in small but hard circles. She bent her knees pressing herself down against my hand harder than before. "It feels so good, but I ne
Demetri's P.O.V. If the silent treatment I received after was anything to go by, she was as mad at me as I was at her. How dare she call out His name while she was with me! I realized after, that the way I went about it was not the healthiest. It didn't change the hurt and anger I felt from what she did. It only made her mad too. I ran my hand over my face in irritation as I stared out the back window. This had to be the most defining moment thus far for our relationship. Having a little human impact me so deeply just confirm everything for me. She was meant to be my mate. She was strong, powerful, and beautiful. Her laughter made me feel warm and the conversations we had kept me engaged. She had everything a man, a demon, and a king could need. If something like that had happened before I met her, I would have killed the person I was with and then killed the person they had called out. With her, my first reaction was to make her understand just how much it hurt me that she could d
Seraphina's P.O.V. It wasn't lost on me that Demetri stayed between myself and the strange woman. As mad at him as I was, I wasn't about to leave his side when there was another demon in my house. One he clearly seemed to know. If he didn't trust them with me, I would not be trusting them either. "Are you going to sit here and play games, or are you going to answer our questions?" I snapped, trying to make my voice sound stronger than I was feeling. In reality, I was feeling about two inches tall. The last thing I wanted was a stunning woman coming into my home and telling me that I was just one of the many holes Demetri satisfied himself with, even though I was well aware of that fact after this morning. Even worse was that he didn't correct her. "Feisty today," The woman taunted with a smirk pulling up the corners of her lips. "Lover's spat?" I was curious as to why she was here in pajamas, but more so why she was here at all. Her lack of answer to my question sent anger through
A quick jog out to the security guard booth at the front of my property confirmed that he was in fact dead. Demetri was hidden inside the house while I stood surrounded by police as they shut down the crime scene with tape and took pictures. Special teams were running around to examine the grounds and body. A discrete streetcar pulled up, joining the crowd of cop cars and vans. The familiar face behind the wheel sent both relief and irritation through me. Detective Sullivan was in a wrinkled grey suit with reflective aviators covering his eyes as he approached me under the hot afternoon sun. His thinning head of hair had been recently shaved, the top of his head visibly red as he grew closer. He examined the body briefly as he walked by, shouting out an order not to move anything until he has a chance to examine the scene. His nose wrinkled as he got closer, and I grimaced as he looked to the side into the grass and saw the pile of stomach acid and partially digested food I had rel
He refused to make eye contact with me, and I slid my hand up to his hair so I could pull his head back to look at me. His jaw was tense beneath my thumb as he looked over my shoulder. "I didn't even realize, Demetri. To us, He is a deity that is worshipped. Over time, His name just became a figure of speech by everyone, even those who don't believe in him. But, to you…" I trailed off as his dark eyes snapped down to me. "He is real to you." "He does not need to be a part of our future interactions." Demetri snapped. I waited patiently, knowing there was more he needed to let out. "Not only does he take credit for everything, but when things got tough, and he had to answer for them, he ran away! He doesn't get to take you too!" I tried not to react to the different perspective. I wasn't raised to follow a specific religion, but that didn't mean I didn't believe there were other beings out there. Turns out, I was right, but the story we were told didn't match what he was saying. Peop
Demetri spent the night curled around my body as we lay together in bed. Every time I started to regain consciousness, I would feel his fingertips trailing up and down my arm or my thigh, occasionally I would feel him playing with my hair. I had never slept so well. Even though I woke up several times from the horror of the day, I didn't have a single nightmare. Being in his arms helped as I knew Demetri wasn't going to let anything happen to me. That didn't make it any less terrifying that a Dream Walker had a contract out on me to torment me in my sleep and that someone had gotten close enough to kill the guard at the end of my property line. I had six guards on rotating shifts. As he had started work mid-morning, he would have been killed in clear daylight. Yet, no one saw anything. My top priority was to create a magical shield similar to the one my aunt had on her house, but she did not answer her phone when I had called. It had been late at night by the time I had reached ou
Demetri's words could have set fire to my body if he wanted. If he wanted to fuck me, I would not be the one to stop him. He was right. When he was fucking me, he owned me. I would bend over backward to please him. If he asked me to drop to my knees in the middle of a large crowd, I would. It was a terrifying realization that I was no longer the driving force behind my desires. Instead, every craving was fueled by him. I wanted to record the way he moaned and grunted as he fucked me so I could play it on repeat. That sound alone was enough to make me come undone, but knowing that it was because of me that he was feeling that way, brought me to another level. His hands squeezed my breasts one more time as he continued to roll and pinch my nipples before he pulled away, leaving his magic to resume the delicious torture. The calloused skin of his large palms slid down my sides, before making their way beneath my waistband and down to the wet center that was waiting for him. As his fin