Demon Unleashed

by Tina Folsom

  Enya caught Pearce and Daphne share a loving look as they smiled at the twins, and though she didn’t know what Pearce whispered into Daphne’s ear, Enya knew it had to do with the child they were expecting. A tightness suddenly clamped around Enya’s chest. Damn it, she couldn’t stand being here right now. This display of affection was making her physically sick.

  Enya slipped out of the room and stepped into the quiet corridor. She could still hear their voices, their chatter and laughter, but nobody had noticed her leaving. Nobody would miss her. Nobody would look for her. As she walked to her quarters on one of the upper floors of the vast, castlelike building, she pulled out her phone and scrolled to her recent calls. She found the number—it had been over a week since she’d used it. So far she’d resisted giving in to the temptation to call, though she’d come close to it several times in the last few days.

  But why resist any longer? Where was it written that she couldn’t sleep with the same man twice? It was her own rule, which meant she could change it. It was a silly rule anyway. An arbitrary one. Maybe she would change it. Maybe she would allow herself to amend the rule to three times. Yes, she could do that. But no more than three times. She had to be firm on that.

  Her heart beating an excited tattoo against her ribcage, she pressed the number and let it ring.

  6

  Zoltan put the lid on the casserole dish and slid it into the warm oven. He assured himself that the champagne was chilling in the fridge. The seafood cocktail was already plated and ready to eat. Glancing around the kitchen, he made sure that it looked sufficiently messy. His guest would believe he’d gone through the trouble of cooking a meal from scratch, when all he’d done was make a call to the most expensive restaurant in town.

  Enya had called him the night before, telling him she wanted to get together, and he’d immediately suggested dinner at his condo, claiming he would love to cook for her. She’d accepted, and he’d prepared for her visit.

  Right after their first encounter, he’d removed everything from his condo that could hint at him being a demon. He couldn’t take any chances, because if Enya was as smart as he believed her to be, she would appear invisibly to check him out. He’d donned fresh contact lenses a couple of hours earlier. They would last for about eight hours and hide his green demon eyes. Judging by their first sexual encounter, there was no chance that she’d spend the entire night. He’d be lucky to coax her into his bed. Yet he was prepared to take her on any hard surface that presented itself.

  He wasn’t quite sure why she let him fuck her like that. Most women preferred a soft mattress to lie on, and a slow seduction to get them there. But Enya had been all business. Tonight, he would try to change that. He had to get under her skin, gain her confidence, her trust, no matter how long it took.

  With the stage in the kitchen and dining room set, an hour before the agreed time, he walked into his bedroom and got undressed. He tossed his clothes into the hamper, then sauntered into the en suite bathroom and switched on the light. The massive shower was glass-enclosed and had room for a whole army. He reached inside and turned on the faucet, then waited for mist to accumulate. He didn’t turn on the fan that would suck the moisture from the bathroom. Tonight, he needed the steam from the shower to let him know of the arrival of his visitor, who was sure to show up very soon.

  Satisfied with the dense fog building in his luxurious bathroom, he stepped into the shower and began to soap up. He washed his hair, took his time washing his torso and limbs, his cock, and every inch of his body. When he was done, he rinsed himself off and began again, his body angled toward the door to the bedroom.

  There was no sound in the apartment other than the running of the water. No creaking floors or doors that would alert him to a Stealth Guardian’s presence. But he knew she would come. And she would see him naked in the shower.

  Zoltan put his hand around his cock and began to tug. It took only a few seconds and the memory of Enya’s tight pussy for his cock to stiffen. While the water ran down his back, he stroked his cock, but he wouldn’t let himself come. No, this particular action wasn’t for him. It was for Enya. For her viewing pleasure.

  From the corner of his eye, he saw a sudden movement of the mist just outside the shower. Only a body could have displaced the fog like it did, an invisible body. She was here. Showtime.

  Zoltan turned a little more to the side, so Enya got an eyeful of his rampant cock, and began to move his hand faster up and down. He braced himself against the glass and let out a loud moan. The fog didn’t move any more. Enya had halted in front of the shower. Most likely she was facing him, staring right at him, at his cock, at him pleasuring himself.

  Good. He could implement part two of his plan now. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, pumping his cock harder, bringing himself ever closer to a climax. It wasn’t hard to do. Knowing that Enya was watching him, feasting her eyes on him, made him randier than he’d ever been.

  He moaned again, but this time he allowed a word to roll over his lips. “Enya.”

  Did he hear a soft gasp? He couldn’t be sure, not with the water at his back, drowning out most sounds. But he allowed himself to imagine that she was surprised—and pleased. It made him bolder.

  Another moan, another lusty grunt, and more words burst from him. “Fuck, Enya!” He pumped harder and faster, sensing the birth of his orgasm. He wouldn’t be able to hold it back much longer. “I’m gonna fuck you, damn it, Enya. I’m gonna fuck you all night. And I’m gonna lick your gorgeous tits. I want it all.”

  Hot semen shot from the tip of his cock, raining over his hand and squirting against the glass enclosure. His chest heaved from the powerful orgasm. Air rushed from his lungs, and his knees seemed to quiver.

  “Fuck!” he cursed, and pressed his forehead against the glass, his eyes cast down, his breathing ragged.

  His eyes caught the movement immediately. An invisible hand touching the glass where his cock stood still semi-erect. An invisible hand that left a print on the outside of the glass. A moment later, the hand withdrew.

  Mission accomplished. Enya now knew that he masturbated thinking of her, and what woman wouldn’t like to know that she was a man’s fantasy? No woman was left cold by that knowledge. Particularly not a woman who’d just spied on said man and become witness to his desire for her.

  ~ ~ ~

  Enya couldn’t tear her eyes away from Eric’s gorgeous body. Fuck, she’d watched him masturbate and utter her name while doing so. She could have reached through the glass and touched him, had wanted it so badly. She’d never seen anything hotter, anything more arousing. She’d creamed her panties watching him. Her clit throbbed with desperate need. And her nipples were hard little buds, aching to be touched.

  She still stood there, paralyzed, when Eric suddenly turned his back to her and stepped under the spray of the water. She let her eyes trail over his muscular back down to his firm ass. There was an oddly shaped birthmark on his left cheek, but even that couldn’t take away from his perfection. She dropped her gaze to his strong thighs, down to his calves, his feet. He was perfect in every way.

  She’d never expected to become witness to Eric masturbating in the shower. All she’d wanted to do was check him out, to make sure he was genuine. It was a security measure. She’d arrived fifteen minutes earlier by walking invisibly through the entrance door. After looking through drawers and cupboards in the living room and kitchen and examining the mail that lay on a sideboard, she’d found nothing of concern and made her way into the bedroom. There, too, nothing had been out of place. She’d heard the shower, knew he was in there, and hadn’t been able to resist coming closer. She’d been rewarded for her boldness, rewarded with something more than any porn movie could ever give her: the man she desired pleasuring himself while he fantasized about her.

  Her heart beating excitedly, she rushed out of the bathroom and left his apartment. In the hallway outside his condo, she made certain that nobody was around and made her
self visible again. Even though it was half an hour before the time they’d arranged to meet, she rang the doorbell. So what if he found it odd that she arrived early rather than late? Whatever he thought, he would forget about it the moment she was inside his place and on her knees in front of him.

  The door opened. Eric, a towel wrapped around this lower half, his torso still wet, stared at her. “Enya? Sorry, I…” He made a motion. “Time must have gotten away from me.”

  She ran her eyes over his chest. “I’m early.” But she wasn’t going to apologize for it. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?”

  He stepped aside. “Of course. Come in.” She walked into the foyer, while Eric shut the door behind her. “I’ll just dry off and get dressed.”

  Enya stopped in the kitchen when Eric caught up with her. “Why don’t you help yourself to a drink?” he said. “There’s chilled champagne in the fridge, or harder stuff in the liquor cabinet in the dining room.”

  “Harder stuff?” she asked, and bridged the distance between them with two steps. She put her hand on his chest. “I wouldn’t mind something hard.” Slowly she lowered her hand until her fingers brushed up against the towel.

  Eric sucked in a breath. “I promised myself I’d buy you dinner first this time. Like civilized people.” The smoldering look in his eyes betrayed his polite words.

  “And I promised myself to taste your cock this time. Like uncivilized people.”

  She took off her leather jacket, revealing the azure dress she wore underneath. While it wasn’t as short as the leather skirt she’d worn when she’d met Eric, it was way less restrictive. The fabric was thin, though not see-through. Rather, it hugged her body like a second skin.

  “Fuck, Enya, you’re making mincemeat out of my good intentions.”

  “Good intentions are overrated.” She pulled on the towel, loosened it, and dropped it to the floor, then wrapped her fingers around his cock. Eric sucked in a ragged breath. At the same time, his shaft began to fill with blood. “Mmm, looks like your cock and I are in agreement. Dinner can wait.”

  Eric laid his hand on her nape and pulled her face to him. “You little vixen. After our first night, I thought you couldn’t wear anything more seductive than what you wore that night, but I was wrong.” He placed a hand on her waist. “I’m surprised you made it to my place in one piece, dressed like you are.” If only he knew that nobody had seen her dressed like this. Not even her compound mates. She’d snuck out of the compound invisibly and remained so until a few minutes ago.

  “How am I dressed?” she murmured, her mouth only an inch away from his.

  “Like a woman who wants to get on her knees and suck my cock.”

  She let her lips curl into a sinful smile. “Guess I chose the right dress.”

  Eric’s lips were finally on hers, and he kissed her with a hunger she welcomed. She responded with the same passion and suddenly felt like floating, until she realized that Eric had lifted her off her feet and was carrying her to the living room. When he severed the kiss, they stood before a large armchair. He released her from his hold and sat down in the chair, his legs wide, his feet firmly planted on the carpet. His cock was pointing upward now, hard and heavy.

  He looked up at her, pinning her with his gaze. She felt her nipples harden and press through the thin fabric of her dress. When his eyes moved lower and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, she knew that he’d noticed her reaction.

  “Put your hands on the armrests,” she ordered him.

  He complied without complaint, and she kneeled between his thighs. Eric sat at the edge of the armchair, giving her full access to his cock and balls, making it evident that he had assumed this position many times before.

  Slowly, Enya put her hands on his knees and stroked up, her fingers pointing downward along his inner thighs until they could go no farther. Casting a glance up at Eric’s face, she noticed him holding his breath in anticipation. But she wanted him to want it even more. To crave it. To crave her.

  “How do you want it?” she asked, and wrapped her hand around his impressive girth. He was rock hard, even though he’d climaxed only ten minutes earlier.

  “I take whatever you wanna give me.”

  “I like a man who appreciates certain things.”

  “Oh, don’t you worry, Enya—I don’t take this or you for granted.” His cock twitched in her hand, and she rubbed her finger over the mushroom head, spreading his pre-cum. “Fuck, babe, are you trying to torture me?”

  “Yes, but I think you’ll like it.” She moved her hand, sliding it down, and bent her head over his erection. She put her lips around its crown and took him inside her mouth. She inched down, but gripped him hard at the root so he couldn’t push deeper without her permission. It took her a few seconds to get used to his size, then she dipped another inch lower, her lips gliding firmly down the hard rod that was encased in velvety-smooth skin.

  With her free hand, she reached for his balls and took them into her palm, squeezing them gently.

  Eric let out a few jerky breaths. “Oh, fuck!”

  Enya pulled up and let his cock escape from her mouth as she looked up at him. “Is there a problem?” she teased, knowing full well what a man in lust looked like. And Eric was a picture of lust.

  He pinned her with his eyes, looking at her as if he could see into her core. The intensity of his stare made her shudder. “Put your lips back around my cock and suck me, or I might just have to toss you on that couch and fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

  The words send a jolt to her clit, igniting it. She loved seeing Eric lose control, loved that he went all primal on her. The one-night stands she’d had in the last few years had never shown their animalistic side, never dared to be so wild. She’d never before encouraged it, had always been the one in control, the one deciding what happened. But suddenly, the thought of allowing a man to take charge of her, was… tempting.

  “Make me,” she challenged him.

  There was a flicker in his eyes, then he lifted his hands from the armrests and placed them on her head. He pressed her head down to his groin. “Suck me!”

  His cock pressed against her lips.

  “Open,” he demanded. “Take me into your mouth.” His words were like a growl, and to her surprise, she felt herself respond to it.

  She parted her lips and allowed Eric’s cock to push into her mouth, deeper and faster this time. She’d barely had time to adjust to him when he was withdrawing, moving her head up and down on him. He thrust again and again, their movements in sync with each other, and then she felt his hands on her shoulders and realized that she was the one dictating the rhythm now, the rhythm he’d set before. Her body was instinctively continuing it, even though he’d taken his hands off her head.

  She sucked him harder now and inhaled his manly aroma. With one hand around his root, she pumped him, while she cradled his balls with the other.

  All of a sudden, Eric pushed her shoulders back and freed himself from her mouth. “Stop!”

  She stared up at him, stunned at the sudden command.

  “I’m too close.”

  He jumped up and grabbed her. A few moments later, she found herself on her hands and knees, her dress hiked up to her waist, her G-string on the floor. Eric was on his knees behind her, gripping her hips tightly, while he plunged deep into her drenched pussy. Had he not held her so tightly, the impact of his thrusts would have catapulted her to the other end of the living room. No man had ever fucked her this hard, this unapologetically. She felt as if the entire building was shaking from the force of his thrusts.

  Her body felt as if an earthquake was rippling through her, sending shock wave after shock wave through her each time Eric plunged deep and hard. She clawed her fingers into the carpet, holding on, jerking backward each time he thrust forward. With every movement, her heart beat more frantically, and the blood rushed through her veins with such speed that any vampire close by would have been able to hear it. But there
was no vampire in the condo, just a human who fucked with more vigor and stamina than any supernatural creature she’d ever been with.

  “You like it rough, don’t you?” he asked.

  A moan was her only answer, for words to describe what she felt had deserted her, together with her sense of restraint. Every rule she’d put in place when it came to men, and particularly one-night stands, flew out the window. All because this man showed her what could happen when she gave control over to somebody else, when she finally let herself go and surrendered to her darkest desire. To for once just be a woman. Not a warrior. Not a fighter. Not a guardian. Just a woman who wanted what all women wanted: to be desired, to be taken care of, to be loved.

  And though she recognized the danger in that simple wish, for tonight, she couldn’t deny it. Tomorrow, she would scold herself for these stupid thoughts, for making herself vulnerable, but right now, she wanted only one thing: Eric.

  “Take me. Take me as hard as you can. I need to feel you.”

  As if Eric had expected her surrender, he increased his tempo and let out a moan that sounded like the growl of an animal. The sound shot through her like a spear and made her arousal spike. She couldn’t hold back her orgasm, couldn’t stop the waves that crashed over her, buried her beneath their force, while her body trembled uncontrollably. A moment later, she felt Eric’s cock spasm inside her and his hot semen fill her, igniting another climax as if it contained a secret elixir that heightened her arousal.

  “Oh God,” she murmured, and collapsed, her knees shaking, her arms losing all strength. She was spent. Utterly and completely spent. It was a feeling she could get used to.

  7

  When Zoltan entered the living room, now fully clothed, Enya stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down onto the city of Baltimore. She didn’t turn around when he approached, giving him a chance to admire her in the figure-hugging dress she wore. The ocean-blue fabric clung to her body like a second skin, and her long blond hair reached down to mid-back. The blue suited her perfectly, making her look regal, yet sexy. She’d worn the same color a few months earlier when he encountered her at a cosplay event, of all places. She’d fought his demons, killed several, but luckily, she hadn’t seen his face: it had been hidden behind a Batman mask.