Demon Hunter

by Jacquie Underdown

  He kissed her. Sammy’s breasts squeezed against his chest, and her beaded nipples stirred him all the more. Jonty wanted her all at once—he wanted to kiss her sweet mouth, taste her tongue, suck on those delicious, pink nipples, and have his dick planted deep inside her. He wanted it all.

  She bucked again and the head of his penis slid just an inch into her warm, gripping walls. It was too much to bear any longer. His muscles were straining so hard to keep his body from doing what it desperately wanted to do.

  With a long, tediously slow stroke he buried his length deep inside, filled her up with him. A moan tore from his throat. She was so warm, so wet, so…

  “So tight,” he breathed into her ear as he pulled out and plunged back into her depths.

  Her sex gripped him hard, seemed to milk him with every thrust. It was unbearable to not lose control. Not to thrust so deep, so hard, to fill her up, pull away, and instantly fill her up again.

  “You were made for me,” he whispered.

  She cantered against him, raised her pelvis so he penetrated her to the limits. Her breasts wobbled with each movement, her nipples brushing against his chest. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, and he could still taste her on his lips. She was all over him and this drove him to the brink with fantastic speed.

  She sheathed him even tighter as her body writhed underneath him. He watched her beautiful face, the way her lips parted with each deep breath, the way her eyes rolled back, closed, as rapture overcame her. She was breathtakingly sexy.

  “Irresistible,” he said as she cried out his name to the silent room. It drove him wild. He plowed into her. Every muscle tightened. His cock couldn’t get any harder, couldn’t feel any more gluttonous pleasure.

  With the next long stroke he exploded with a pulsating ecstasy. He pumped his seed deep inside her with every jerking plunge until he was spent and collapsed onto her heaving chest.

  How primal he felt, ruled by urges he was forced to suppress with a woman like her. He couldn’t pull out, not yet. He yearned to feel her silky warmth for as long as he could, because he wasn’t sure he’d get another chance.

  “Curse the gods for hiding you in this century away from me. Chance doesn’t produce a moment like that—you were made for me,” he growled in her ear, still panting.

  Finally he relinquished his cock and rolled onto the bed beside her. Guilt, damn guilt, had rolled over with him, finding an entrance into his veins and upward to his thoughts. He’d well and truly crossed the line. But oh, how incredible it was. He may be sharing a bed with guilt, but he would never regret sharing the same bed with Sammy.

  What would his commander say, though? His family? His fists clenched at his side, jaw tightened.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked gently.

  He peered into her eyes. He couldn’t lie. “I betrayed my position as your protector. I betrayed my commander and my duties.” And I betrayed my brother’s memory. “But I’m not sorry. Not at all. Just worried about the consequences.”

  She framed his face with her hands. “This was consensual. What happened just now, I wanted to happen. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

  “Not on that level. But I’m entrusted with a very important position, to stop people like Adam. To stop exactly what I’ve just done. Sleeping with you was an act of treason.”

  Sammy pressed her lips to his and stroked her hand across the thin tuft of hair at his chest. The most innocent of touches managed to stir him as though she had wrapped her lips around his shaft. His cock, almost flaccid a moment ago, began to tighten, brushing against Sammy’s belly as it rose to vertical.

  Am I chasing my brother’s fate? Do I have no control over this at all?

  So much for guilt; he turned his back on it. Instantly his thoughts were commandeered by memories of that erotic expression on Sammy’s face as he made her orgasm. He wanted to feel that surge of wetness against his balls again as she moaned his name.

  Chapter 9

  “Tell me what you want, Sammy,” Jonty said, his voice low and husky.

  She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth and grinned. “I want you inside me again.”

  He pushed his erection against her belly, pleasure piercing her entire body as he did. “Now?” he asked.

  “Please.”

  He rolled off the bed, held his arms out for Sammy, and helped her up. Grounding her between himself and the bed, he spun her so his stomach pressed against her back and his hard cock rested against the cheeks of her ass.

  He was authoritative, not gentle. She liked that; it made her so wet. Desire ebbed between her thighs, swelled her, and readied her. She couldn’t have his cock inside her fast enough. He trailed his hand up her thigh and stepped her leg up onto the bed. It opened her up for him; she felt so sexy. He grabbed his cock and rubbed its head up and down the length of her slit, dispersing her wetness, lighting her nerve endings.

  Gripping one hand around her waist, he pulled her against him as he thrust upward, hard. He released a long, low groan as she hugged his cock.

  That animalistic urge, that primordial biology, which set him firmly in the category of man, was expressed in every movement. He pulled out and almost immediately entered her again, her body jerking upward.

  “Yes,” she hissed. God, she wanted him. She wanted it hard—gluttonous pleasure produced in the most intimate way.

  He buried himself in her again and again, long, hard strokes, purely for physical gratification. Jonty cupped at her breasts, bouncing with each deep plunge, and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Ecstasy pierced her, reached her between her thighs.

  Sammy’s breaths were heavy, her chest rising and falling, expanding her breasts into his eager hands. Still he filled her up, her body lowering to meet each upward penetration. They built to a strong, steady rhythm; pressure, aching pleasure, making her throb. Still teasing her nipple, he slid one hand down her stomach, further down between her lips, and found her clitoris. Her knees buckled as he unceasingly rolled his finger over its surface.

  Her breathing intensified, body clenched, pulsing around his cock, her nipples hard as marble between his fingers. Her body shook, and she threw her head back against his shoulder and shouted his name, once, twice. Not one thrust more and a powerful groan rumbled from between Jonty’s lips as he pumped her full of his come.

  Sammy’s legs could no longer hold her weight. He released his dick from her stranglehold and caught her against his body, their chests heaving in unison.

  Sammy kneeled on the bed and rolled onto her side. Jonty joined her, wrapping his arm around her waist. Sleep didn’t wait to hug them both with its thick, comforting blanket of blackness.

  Chapter 10

  Jonty was in the shower washing the beautiful remnants, evidence if you will, of their indiscretion from his body. Perhaps washing away all traces of Sammy would reduce the severity of the consequences he would surely face once his commander found out what he had done.

  There was no taking back what happened between them. And there was no changing how wrong it was, and yet how incredibly right it felt. What Jonty needed now was to remove Sammy from his thoughts, create some mental distance, so he could think clearly about all that had happened and focus on devising a plan to move forward. A plan where Sammy remained safe and he didn’t continue breaking the rules by making love to her in hotel hideouts.

  But even now, with Sammy in the next room sound asleep, his mind betrayed him. He remembered the feel of her silky, wet crevice and his dick began to go rigid. God, he wanted her again, right now.

  Was it because he knew he shouldn’t? Did that fact add to his desire? He shook his head. No. This was more than a simple case of wanting what you can’t have. This was more than gratifying his physical urges.

  “Hi” came her sugary voice, interrupting his carnal reflection.

  He raised his eyes to her. She was completely naked. Her firm breasts, plush pink peaks as rigid as his cock, bounced with each st
ep toward him.

  So beautiful.

  “May I join you?” she asked.

  He was nodding before he had even thought to voice a reply.

  She smiled, so sweet, and opened the shower screen.

  “Did you have a good nap?” he asked.

  Again that smile. “Wonderful. You must be good for me.”

  He grinned, that ever-tightening cock of his edging toward his stomach. “Yes, and...well, you can see the effect you have on me.”

  She laughed. “Yes. I can.”

  Jonty peered into her sultry, blue eyes. They were so strange for someone in this time to possess, very much like the eyes of his own people, one thousand years into the future. He leant to kiss her, to taste those delicious lips, but stopped and inhaled a deep rush of air. Argh hell, she’s one of us. She’s a Grey.

  How could he not have realized it earlier? This was something he should have known. Sammy’s eyes were the tell-tale clue, but he was too besotted to think straight. Her eyes, a crisp blue, with the greyest of flecks, so pure in color, were an inherent characteristic of his people: the Greys. His muscles tightened, his jaw clenched. Was that why Adam tried to eliminate her? To ensure the Greys as a human species never evolved, so evil in the future would reign, rather than the kind, generous, ethical race the Greys became?

  That Sammy was one of the earliest of his people answered so much. He had to be right. It explained why she could see Adam’s true form and his own: evil and good. It explained why she succumbed to Adam’s advances so easily; her perceptions would be more advanced than others of this time. It explained why Jonty found her breathtakingly beautiful and magnetic; he was drawn to her clean, compassionate spirit.

  “What is it?” she asked, eyes wide.

  He shook his head. “I—I just answered one of my own questions.”

  “Tell me,” she said.

  He nodded. “I’ll tell you all I know.”

  * * * *

  Jonty told her of the future from which he came. Life was so much different one thousand years into the future. The air was clean, energy was free, there was no poverty, and there had been no wars for over half a millennia. People were creative, intelligent, and peaceful, not needing rules or enforcement. He belonged to a race of humans, the Greys, renowned for their intuition, abilities, and unfaltering ethics. The Greys were respected and held the most sacred positions in the communities—especially his job as a Grey soldier, protecting humanity.

  Sammy shook her head. She couldn’t breathe, could barely see through the disbelief blurring her vision. “You…you’re from the future? I—”

  He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Breathe, Sammy.”

  She nodded quickly and attempted deep breaths in and out, until her heart stopped trying to drum its way through her ribcage. “I’ve seen so much in the last couple of days, but to hear this…that you’re not even from now—”

  “I know it’s difficult, Sammy.”

  Her ears were ringing and her legs were weak. She closed her eyes as she breathed the surrounding steam deep into her lungs. She opened her eyes and looked at his face, genuine and compassionate. “You promise me you’re not insane?”

  He smiled. “I promise.”

  “And you’re not on hallucinogenic drugs or anything, are you?”

  Again the smile. He shook his head. “Definitely not.”

  She nodded slowly.

  “Surely after everything we’ve been through, after all that you’ve seen, you must believe me.”

  On some level, she knew what he was saying was the truth, but it was still difficult to hear and even harder to accept. That he was from the future was a thing of fantasy, of books, and movies. Not reality. Especially not her reality.

  With a weak voice she eventually said, “I do believe you…I think. But I need more. Help me to understand this better.”

  Jonty told her how he belonged to an army—though army was too strong a word because armies, like those in the twenty-first century, hadn’t existed for hundreds of years. The army was more like a specialist trained group, dealing and reacting to problem people as they arose. Right now, his duties were specific: annihilate the Dark Walkers—those with evil running through their veins—who have embedded themselves in the twenty-first century.

  “But I thought you said that there was no need for enforcement in the future?” asked Sammy.

  “There isn’t for the majority of people. However, there is the small exception of the Dark Walkers. At the moment, there is a group of about fifty who have defected and planted themselves in this time. We don’t know what their purpose is exactly for being here yet. Only that they want to change the future in a way that is advantageous to them.”

  “So Adam was a Dark Walker?” she asked.

  Jonty nodded.

  Sammy cringed. “Do all Dark Walkers appear like demons?”

  “Yes, but only to Greys, the only ones perceptive enough to see so deeply.”

  Sammy blinked, once, twice. “But I saw.”

  “Yes. And that’s what I’ve just come to realize. I think you’re one of us, one of the original Greys.”

  Sammy threw her hand over her mouth. “What does this mean?”

  Jonty shrugged. “I wish I knew for certain.”

  “Do you think that’s why Adam tried to kill me? Perhaps he wanted to stop the Grey’s evolutionary line.”

  Jonty nodded. “Could very well be. It makes sense.”

  “But he only tried to kill me once you arrived. Before then, he seduced me.” She lowered her eyes and heat crept up her neck. “We would have had sex right there on the balcony.”

  Jonty audibly ground his teeth, his hands balling into fists at his side. “Maybe he wanted to taint the race. Maybe he wanted to change the evolutionary line from good to bad by implanting you with his sinister seed.”

  Sammy shuddered and wrapped her arms around her waist. “I can’t imagine what it would be like giving birth to evil, staring at my own flesh-and-blood and seeing the demon that it truly is.”

  His hands drifted from her shoulders down to her arms. “You don’t have to imagine. I won’t let it happen.”

  “I know you’ll try, but what if more come? What if there are more than three next time?” A tear rolled down her cheek, and her lips trembled. “What if you can’t hold them off single-handedly?”

  He lifted an eyebrow. “You doubt me.”

  She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I don’t doubt that you’re supremely brave and skilled in combat, but you’re only one man.”

  He nodded. “I understand your concerns. And I would ordinarily, in this situation, have gone to my commander for extra resources, but they will banish me back to the future if I do. I’ll lose my position and my respect. And besides all that, Sammy, I don’t think I can bear to be away from you.”

  Terror widened her eyes. “They would do that? Send you away from me?”

  “Yes. I’ve seen it done, and I myself have ordered it. It’s not often—most Greys’ ethics override any inclination toward rule-breaking—but it is the course of justice for committing such an offense.”

  She scoffed. “Making love with the passion that we did couldn’t possibly be an offense.”

  His eyes hardened and he crossed his arms over his chest. “For a Grey soldier, it is an offense. I’m in a privileged position, granted to me for my skills, my strength, but mostly because of my morals and trustworthiness. I’m explicitly expected to not do anything in this time that changes the course of the future. Making love to you, whether you can understand it or not, will change the future.”

  She reached for his face and stroked her finger gently down his cheek. “But you changed the future by saving me.”

  “No, I stopped a Dark Walker from changing the future by eliminating you.”

  “Can’t you just keep it a secret from your commander? Does he have to know about us?”

  Jonty sighed. “He already knows. I can sense it.”

>   Sammy gaped. “Is he angry?”

  Jonty wet his face under the flowing stream of water before he answered. “I’m trying to block his attempts to telepathically communicate with me. I’m not tuning into it. I can’t bear to know if I’ve disappointed him. And I can’t risk him knowing my location.”

  Sammy nodded. “I see.”

  “Since we’ve possessed the ability to travel through time, it’s been an unequivocal rule to not mess with the past. I’m not sure you understand the severity of the crime I’ve committed.”

  She shook her head and frowned solemnly. “I’m sorry. I mean, you said there were consequences, but I didn’t realize...”

  He framed her face with his hands. “Don’t be sorry, Sammy. I’m the one who ultimately made the decision to cross the line with you, and I don’t regret it.”

  Chapter 11

  “I don’t regret it either,” Sammy said, nuzzling her cheek against his hand. Her cheeks were tingling and so was her heart. It was strange to feel this way. To feel so strongly about a man she had only just met. Yes, he was divine in appearance and tantalized her beyond comprehension sexually, but it was as though she was attracted to something else, something intangible, yet so palpable she thought she had seen it earlier—his angelic spirit.

  She knew he was wholesome, despite the wicked way he had made love to her, and honorable, regardless of what he said about betraying his duties. Two qualities she held in high esteem, and two qualities she had never found in any other man she had dated.

  This soul connection between them was so strong it made her body hum just being near him, as though they were operating on the same frequency. A frequency only they possessed, could feel, and shared. She had been drawn to him the moment their hands touched in the kitchen of her apartment the other night, and despite only knowing him for a couple of days, she couldn’t imagine not having him in her life, nor looking into his striking eyes or hearing his mellifluous voice.