Demon Underground: Kyra Bell Book Three

by Brittany Rose

  I also felt warm and tingly, because he told me that he loved me, and I was a little lost in him and the love I’d also declared. The usual insane heat and chemistry was there, but it felt different now. More intimate with the love mixed up in it. I’d been teasing him before, but swooning was definitely on the table, I felt dizzy with it as heat and excitement flooded my body.

  No part of me resisted it, as usual my body and mind surrendered to him, but this time he also had my heart and perhaps my very soul.

  “William,” I murmured softly in question, not even sure what I was asking.

  He seemed to know.

  I squeaked as he lifted me by my ass, and my legs went around his middle as my arms went around his neck. I nibbled his neck teasingly as he carried me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Our clothes flew off in a flurry of activity as soon as he set me back down on my feet, and the look of lustful adoration and loving desire on his face made my heart pound.

  I loved when he looked at me like that, looked at my body with awe, and at me with anticipation and desire. With love at all of me. I was the submissive one, the one that let him lead, and would do just about anything for him in bed. But, in that moment, and maybe for the first time, I took control. I went into his arms and rubbed against him like a shameless cat in heat as I devoured his firm silky lips, and then twisted around and pushed him onto the bed.

  His eyes went wide, and then he grinned at me as I crawled on the bed, then on top of him, as sexily as I could.

  “Want something, love?”

  The honest and easy way the endearment fell from his lips made my heart skip and a thrill went down my spine, as I straddled him with my hands on his chest, and lowered myself down onto him. I let out a soft hiss of pleasure, as I trapped his length against his body, and slid myself along him leaving a dirty line of liquid need behind. His wide cock split my labia around it, and tingles of pleasure inundated my body.

  “Need, William. Need,” I said sultrily, as I twisted my hips and took him inside my body with the backstroke. I felt invincible and so very vulnerable, as I looked down into his pleasure filled eyes as I worked my way down until he was fully sheathed.

  He said, “I think I like this new side of you, I should’ve told you I loved you a long time ago.”

  I giggled, which made me convulse and squeeze around him, as I ground forward and milked him, only to release to take him back into my body. He felt so big in me, filling me completely, and I felt uninhibited and wild for him in that moment. It was freeing, and magical, as I started to grind, squeeze, and circle him from above with a loving devotion that blew my own mind.

  I’d never felt anything like it before, and I lost myself in it, in riding him, and I’d dare to call it a transcendent experience. My heart flew as my stomach fluttered, and a euphoria lifted the love I felt even as my body was slowly lifted toward completion. It was aggressive and wild, the pleasure zinging through my body, but also loving and giving.

  “Wild goddess, that’s what you are,” he said in awe, and I felt his cock twitch inside me as he pushed up to meet my downstroke.

  I smiled and bit my lip, “I love you, William,” as I started to bounce, squeeze, and grind in a fast rhythm. I worked hard, devotedly, for his pleasure, and mine was inevitable in the giving. I was wild and wanton, lost in it, but it was far from a rutting. I was wildly making love to him, and I never wanted it to end.

  He reached up and squeezed my breasts, then almost harshly pinched my nipples and gave them a light twist.

  “William!” I gasped, and trembled and convulsed around him as my orgasm took me unawares. It was like a tornado touching ground, triggered by the assault on my breasts, and I was swept away by it.

  William grunted, “Kyra, goddess!” as he let loose in me, and I felt so sexy, so feminine, and there was so much pleasure in it for me, as I felt him fill me. It seemed to last forever, the pleasure unending, until it did, and we slowly fell back to the Earth.

  I bit my lip, and then gave him a teasing grind as I leaned down and kissed him deeply.

  “I have a question,” I noted, as I broke the kiss.

  William smirked, “Yes?”

  “Were you extolling the goddess, or calling me a goddess?”

  He laughed, and then started to tickle me.

  I pushed his hands away, but he outmaneuvered me and had me off him and pinned under his weight in short order. My demon strength was worthless, as his tickling hands tortured me.

  “Stop,” I giggled breathlessly.

  He stopped with a smirk, “The second one, actually.”

  I winked.

  He said, “I love you, Kyra. But you’re only a goddess in bed.”

  I frowned, “Why set limits?” though I was teasing.

  He smirked, “I only get to be in charge in bed, so it works out.”

  That… was a good point, I guess. I also felt alive, oversensitive, and a little lost in the after-bliss and our declarations of love. So maybe I was giving in too easily.

  He added, “But I might adore you everywhere, and I suppose worship isn’t off the table.”

  I raised an eyebrow, “that cleared it all up for me, thanks.”

  I giggled as he twisted me around and spanked my ass.

  I objected playfully, “Is that how you treat your goddess?”

  He snorted, “Even good girls and goddesses need spankings.”

  Before I could reply to that, he sunk into me from behind, while reaching around and pinching my nipple firmly.

  I gasped in pleasure, and gave up on the silly argument.

  “Quick recovery,” I noted in a breathless voice.

  He kissed the back of my neck as he ground into me.

  “Tickle fight, and you’re even wilder tonight, my love.”

  I shivered, in a good way, I didn’t think I’d ever grow tired of hearing him call me that. The goddess thing tickled me, and was a fun game, but his declarations of love undid my heart.

  “So, torturing me is a turn on?”

  He spanked me.

  I said mock sadly, “Oh right, and abusing me too. My poor sexy ass.”

  He laughed, “Yes, the spanking might’ve attributed to my recovery as well.”

  Damn, he didn’t even try to deny it. In truth, it all turned me on as well, so what was I arguing about?

  I pushed back against him, squeezed, and ground.

  “Shut up, and fuck your goddess.”

  He twitched hard in me, which made me smirk, then of course, he obeyed.

  He obeyed quite well, quite thoroughly, and for quite a long time.

  It was delicious.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I finally got around to reading the whole article after lunch the next day. I wasn’t sure what to think, the rhetoric was very neutral so the senators were still playing both sides of the issue, but the logical part of me suspected it was just lip service, and nothing would really get done. The Nephilim and councils were also contacted by the press, but made no comment on it, so they were still stonewalling.

  I imagined that last wouldn’t change, until either the government directly applied pressure, or until plan A had gone on long enough that we had enough of us to topple the Nephilim ourselves. I also figured depending on plan A and not expecting plan B to work, would only make me pleasantly surprised if it did.

  My life had gotten better, I’d started a community, and I had a wonderful man that was out of his head in love with me, but I was still a realist, after all.

  I’d also done some other research.

  Karl had added a counter to the website’s home page, a kind of tongue in cheek comment and shot at the Nephilim. It said Half demons living free, and still no apocalypse for one thousand sixty-five days and twelve hours. And it was slowly counting up, by the second.

  It made me giggle.

  Karl had also posted the announcement we’d formed a council, and what we’d decided in our first meeting. Though, nothing about our decision tha
t we were truly at war with the council was posted yet, nor about our expectations about what Joseph and Linda might do.

  Call it operational security, we’d comment on it after it happened. It’d been two days since they were kicked out after their failed coup, so I figured the wait wouldn’t be much longer.

  There was nothing else really notable, all the same things in the news, and we had about an equal amount of supporters and detractors in the population. Surprisingly, even church officials at various churches seemed to be equally split, my holy water and ground argument seemed to have truly struck a chord in some of them. They called us sinners, like everyone else, but not damned. We would be judged at the end of our lives, like everyone else.

  It was two hours after that, while I was brewing potions, that there was a knock on the door. I thought I was fairly close to creating a cure blind potion. It was similar to the eyedrops, except permanent, and one that would be drank. It wouldn’t work on nerve damage, but all the other causes of blindness like cataracts, detached retina, and others would be dealt with.

  “Come in?”

  The door opened to Sabine, and Karl was looking over her shoulder standing very close, with Carlos, Terrance, and Celeste a few feet behind them.

  “What’s up?”

  Sabine said, “News.”

  I pulled out my phone, I set it to mute when I was brewing and needed to focus, which is why I didn’t hear an alert.

  My mouth dropped open at the long list of articles.

  Karl said, “They took out the council in New Haven, along with all their guards and hangers on, and they’re on the run. They also declared the attacks would continue, and they were at war, until the remaining councils agreed to end the hunts.”

  I shook my head, “Did they say how?”

  Karl nodded, “Flash bangs, incendiary and fragmentation grenades, and automatic rifles. It took some time to get through all the Nephilim’s magic, but they managed. The flash bangs made it impossible for the witches to cast a spell, and messed with the sensitive hearing of the shifters even worse than it does to humans. They only used their magic defensively, though their shields leave a lot to be desired they held.”

  Sabine said, “Obviously, they raided a military depot.”

  Karl said, “I’ll post our position on it later today.”

  I doubted the same tactic would work twice, but who knows. Maybe they’d adjust. Their anger blinded them and wouldn’t let them wait for freedom from the hunts, but they weren’t stupid. Way outgunned in the long run though.

  “Did they escape clean?”

  Celeste said, “No. They’re being tracked right now, by the FBI. Whether on behalf of the councils, or because they broke into a base and stole military weapons, I can’t say. Maybe both?”

  Sabine interjected, “They’ll probably bounce to hell to escape if they have to, but I’d guess only if they have to.”

  Karl shook his head, “It’s a dangerous place. I almost pissed myself twice when I was doing it. Demons are not our friends.”

  I snorted.

  “Understatement. But they’re not attacking?”

  Sabine shook her head, “No, just following on the interstate headed north in their black SUVs. They also have helicopters up.”

  Technically, that wasn’t a violation of law, they weren’t allowed to engage though. Supposedly. According to current law, they had to be dealt with by the councils, and not human authorities, who could only pass along information and monitor things. Supernatural justice and law were the sole domain of the councils.

  Crap, I was about to do something stupid.

  “Do they still have their phones?”

  Carlos said, “They do, I told them what you all decided yesterday, so they would know where the line was. They were… appreciative, and surprised that they had more of your support than they imagined. Me too.”

  I bit my cheek in thought. Damnit.

  “I kicked them out, they can’t live here, and I won’t help hide them with an enchantment. I won’t reverse that. But, I’ll let them bounce here to move around in the real world, if they get desperate that’s better than hell, right? Just make sure to let them know they’re not welcome to stay here more than a few seconds.”

  Carlos took out his phone and started to text.

  Celeste asked, “Is that wise?”

  I shrugged, “They haven’t broken our laws, the ones we decided on, or we’d have gone after them already. They betrayed me personally, and the ban is between me and them. This is my house, and they’re not welcome here, but they are part of our society and community, whether we like it or not. If they can bounce here to lose the feds, so the government can’t guide the councils to converge on them, than it’s worth doing and no risk to us. We’re not ready to fight, but we can afford to aid those two who won’t listen to reason. They’re not wrong.”

  Celeste tilted her head, then nodded.

  I knew it was grayer than that in truth, not so black and white, but I also had no doubt the councils deserved whatever they could dish out. Before the end.

  Karl said, “It could bite us in the ass, if the humans find out.”

  I shrugged, “Let them. Plan B is a longshot and long-term, I won’t let it stop us doing the right thing. They’ll already see we support it by what you post later, even if we’re not personally involved and are taking a more diplomatic route for now. They should be on our side. The council murders its people for merely disagreeing, and they hunt down and kill teens of our kind to stay in power. They deserve to reap what they sow. Anyone that disagrees with what I just did can go… screw themselves.”

  Despite what I said, I was a little worried about it. As long as they stuck to councils it might be okay, but the first time they caused collateral damage they’d crucify us in the press. Ironically, they didn’t seem to mind the councils’ collateral damage.

  Celeste smirked, “Nice save, don’t want to offend Sabine’s virgin ears with an F-bomb.”

  My nose suddenly itched, and I scratched it, with my middle finger.

  Celeste giggled.

  Sabine shook her head at our antics.

  “Is there anything else we can do, to help. I know we can’t join them, it’d be stupid and I wish they could see that, but if they’re going to be stupid we might as well help as much as we can.”

  I nodded, “That’s why I’m letting them use my dimension to bounce. Have anything in mind?”

  She bit her lip, “Let me think about it.”

  “Why don’t all of you do that, I will too. We’ll discuss it this evening, after magical practice.”

  Muriel popped in, “They just bounced through.”

  I frowned, “What happened?” and everyone turned to Carlos.

  It took a minute, for them to respond to Carlos’s question.

  Carlos scowled, “They went to the Adirondacks. Umm, the Feds tried to take them down, using a road block the local police set up. Probably on their orders.”

  I sighed, as I pushed down the surge of rage I felt, “Fine. I’ll see you all later, think about what we can do.”

  “Where are you going?” Karl asked.

  I grimaced, “D.C. To talk to the director of the FBI, and possibly the president.”

  They looked at me like I was nuts.

  I shrugged, “I’ll record it, so you can watch it later, we might even post it. They can’t fight the councils, much less the US government too, and those bastards just broke the law. Again.”

  They looked startled, and Sabine said, “Be careful.”

  I nodded as I shut off the heat below the cauldron, I’d have to try again tomorrow, and their interruption had blown my focus anyway.

  My fae magic flowed, and I was suddenly the same temporary blonde as before. Blue flecked gray eyes, soft features, and long golden blonde hair, much fairer skin. Not the one that was burned in Philly, the new one I used for Terrance’s and Joseph’s pickups, with softer features and richer gold in my blonde hair.r />
  They all wished me luck as I ran upstairs to change into a light gray women’s skirt suit, black shoes, with a creamy white tight shirt under the black blazer.

  I opened a gateway for a hotel I knew in DC, and from there it didn’t take long to flag a cab. Maybe I was crazy, but I planned to give the bastard a piece of my mind.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The J Edgar Hoover FBI building in D.C. was a white cement building, that had over two point eight million square feet of internal space. The place was… big. A vast monstrosity of a behemoth really, but I figured the directors would be on the top floor and in the corner offices.

  It’d also taken me three seconds with google to find out the current director was Janine Carter, who had over twenty years in the FBI and had come up through the ranks. Shouldn’t be that hard to find.

  I didn’t bother with waiting for someone in the parking garage that time. There were thousands of people working in the building, and I was dressed professionally and unidentifiable as myself or any alias they might be looking for. I just cloaked long enough to get through the security checkpoint, no one gave me a second look, unless it was to check me out when I got on the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. A quick and simple earth witch spell took care of the elevator card access issue.

  The elevator door opened, and I stepped off and walked confidently to the right. For just a moment I thought I might be stopped, but the man staring at me had been distracted by his cell phone. I copied my actions at that point when I was in the Philly building. I just walked around looking at nameplates on the office doors out of the corner of my eye. Once I found the director’s office, and her male administrative assistant, I just kept going and found the bathrooms.

  Stealth was extremely useful, if hungry in its use of magic. It was then that my plan ran into a snag, but this time the snag was in my favor. I could barely believe my own eyes when I saw the director herself touching up her makeup at the mirror in the bathroom. She was right around forty eight, with short medium brown curly hair, and brown eyes. She had a hard look to her, and still had an impressively athletic body, it was easy to tell she’d worked her way up the ranks running cases, and not just a political animal. Of course, she had to be that too, no one made it to director of anything without being a political player.