Devon Erickson Author Novels & Stories

Every single time he touched me. He was across the room now, in conversation with Kai and my dad. I caught the way he ran a hand through his dark hair, just the way he always did when he was trying to explain something too complex. He laughed at something Kai said, and I caught that grin, the one that still made me weak in the knees. That man had survived hell with me. And now he was thriving. His drone software had taken off faster than we imagined. Everyone wanted it, from filmmakers to conservationists to delivery companies. And now? He was studying law, because somewhere deep down, Devon wanted to fight for the kids like Carissa. For people who didn’t have a voice.

But wait—books? Considering his fluency, no one would believe Devon was only in Grade Two. His English grammar was advanced, almost unnaturally so. “Devon, you already have plenty of books in Pappy’s room,” she said. “I’ve finished all of them,” he shot back, his voice rising. “Okay, okay. Books. What kind of books?” she softened her tone quickly. If he cried here in the tricycle, she might lose her patience. “Engineering books.”

As I reach the foyer, I see them through the security monitor – Devon bursting through the door with Lexi in tow. His face is alight with excitement. Molly has declared that Devon’s the spitting image of me if I had a golden tan year round. Devon catches sight of me and launches into an animated retelling of his day before his coat's even off. "Dad! You should've seen it! The robotics exhibit had this arm that could solve a Rubik’s cube in like five seconds!"

“Yes, that’s all there is to it. I’d love to know what your visions are when you wake up.” “You seem to be so sure that this thing will work,” Erin said, trying not to giggle. Devon smiled. “Good night, Erin. I can’t wait to hear your candid review about the stone tomorrow.” Erin couldn’t help but admire his confidence despite how ridiculous the situation looked. First, he boldly claimed to be her mate, then he tells her a plain little stone in his possession had the power to take her on a time travel adventure where she will discover her past and future, and maybe get confirmation that he was indeed her mate. And here she was, going along with the craziness? Shoot me right now, she thought

“Do you know Neah?” His eyes flash my way. They are blue, exactly like Neah’s. “Is she alright?” “You are locked in a dungeon and your concern is if Neah is alright?” “Please tell me you got her away? That you got her out of that house?” Eric cocks his eyebrow at me. “Who are you?” I ask, not giving him any information about Neah. “And what are you?” “She doesn’t know me, or at least I don’t think she does. My name is Devon. I’m her true brother and I am what’s called a Lycan, the same as Neah.”

“Poor kid doesn’t even know a thing about the world, Evan. You should meet my son Griffin one of these days. You’ll change your mind about kids when you meet him.” Evan shook his head, “I still can’t believe you have a son, Dev.” this time, there was a soft glint in his eyes, “what is it like?” “To have a son that magically popped out of thin air?” we both chuckled at my mockery. He knows my struggle with Ren. Evan might act stupid, arrogant, and mindless most of the time but there are times when his brain copes up with his age. “Did you and Ren talk things through?” he raked his blond hair while admiring himself in the rearview mirror.

Surprisingly, Ericka yells. “Yes, I slide down so you can occupy your bed and get a good night's sleep, but why? Since we are around the same age, I always make sure that your employer won't tempt you with his alluring demeanor and that he won't steal you from me.” Darwin whispers Ericka shook her head and cut him off, saying, "No, you seem to be misinterpreting the situation. Mr. Denison is just like a father to me. He is already as old as my own father, and he needed me as a relative like his house companions here who work day and night to assist him."

Erica My pussy is throbbing. We just finished hours of rough sex since arrived at the cabin. Devon is passed out next to me, moaning occasionally in her sleep. We're both a sweaty mess, hair mangled and the bedspread a mees. Sex with Devon is different than with anyone I've ever done it with. My wife didn't even go as rough as Devon did tonight and she's pregnant. The girl can really move her hips with a strapless.

“You’re joking.” “Nope.” “Gentle? With her?” “Yes, gentle,” Devon says, leaning back in his chair as if enjoying the topic. “Stop towering over her like a storm cloud. Stop snapping every time you feel something you don’t understand. You want her to like you? Stop acting like she’s one step away from being dragged out of the pack in chains.” I scowl in my chair with my hands slowly rolling into a fist. “I don’t act like that.” “You kind of do,” he says casually. “It’s giving ‘feral dog guarding its favorite shoe.’”

Devon looked at the camera as if telling his insults directly at someone. "I'm a consenting father, yes I am, if my boys have to break a bone and they think you deserved it then I have nothing against it. I'm a savage father? Yes, I am...and I raised my boys as savages. But they won't just randomly go out in the street to kick people, I raised them to protect and I raised them to be compassionate. If my sons kicked your asses...it's because you deserved it, so there's nothing wrong with my sons... but there is absolutely wrong with you" Devon added his insult to whoever is watching.