Demons are Forever

by Wynne Hayworth

  She was glad that Buck was there, and even gladder that he wasn’t continually trying to connect his thoughts to hers. She could see the warm glow of his touch in her mind’s eye. That was enough.

  She closed her eyes for a second or two, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to organize her overloaded brain.

  Then there was a slight scraping sound—and the door opened.

  “Hi.”

  He wasn’t terribly tall, but he was solid and well built in the way of a man who worked out a lot.

  “Hello.” Her demon sighed and smiled, wriggling inside her head with excitement.

  “I’m Harry.” He looked around him as he closed the door.

  “Nice to meet you, Harry.” Lian slithered a little on the sheets. “Do you like to play?”

  His almond eyes crinkled into a smile as he slipped off his T-shirt, showing corded muscles and a lean, honed body that screamed martial arts expert. “Oh yeah. I’m real good at playing. Especially with a pretty little thing like you.”

  His pants fell to the floor, revealing that he also didn’t think much of underwear since he wasn’t wearing any.

  “Mmm. Like to get right to the point, I see.” She managed a chuckle. Her succubus was licking its lips as a thick cock, already distended with arousal, targeted her as she lay on the bed.

  “I like fucking. I’m good at it.” He stood proudly, nude and gleaming, showing off his body. As he had every right to, realized Lian. He was in really good shape.

  She shifted a little, parting her thighs and making sure he was staring at her pussy, barely hidden by the black thong. “Yeah, I’ll bet you’re great.” She took a breath and reached down, pulling her lace tank off in one smooth move and tossing it aside. “Anything in particular you like, Harry?”

  “I like it all.” His eyes were everywhere, moving from her breasts to her thighs and her pussy and back again. He didn’t seem to care about her facial features. He was fixated on her sex. She was there to satisfy his lusts, not appeal to his sense of beauty. Which was exactly how it was supposed to be for a Pleasure Pet.

  Her demon giggled in her head, almost drowning out Buck’s link. She forced it back even as her hands slipped up to her breasts and cupped them, stroking the nipples to rigidity with her thumbs. “So what’s it to be, handsome?”

  He moved onto the bed and pushed her knees wide apart. “Gotta get rid of this first.” Swiftly his hands slid beneath her thighs and she gasped as his mouth crashed into her pussy and his teeth grabbed her thong, tearing at it and pulling it away from her.

  “Lian…”

  Buck’s strangled gasp sounded in her mind. “It’s okay. I’m okay—” It was the best she could do as Harry ripped away the remains of her thong and let her naked limbs drop back on the bed.

  “Condom?” He asked the question casually, without taking his gaze off her pussy. “God, you’re sweet.” His hand reached for her, touching, learning, probing her intimately, arousing her succubus even more and making her shiver with an equal mixture of fear and pleasure. “Got one hell of a fine pussy there, girl. Can’t wait to get into your cunt.” He glanced briefly at her face. “You’re gonna love me fucking you.”

  She managed a smile as she reached to the bedside table and the condoms artfully arranged there. “I can tell, big boy.” There was no physical reason for needing a condom, but it was something that Pleasure Pets did. Some measure of distance established between a Pet and her client and an additional opportunity for sex play. She was very grateful for it right now.

  Harry reached for it, but she whipped her hand back. “Uh uh, stud. Let me.” She stared openly at his hard cock. “Let me have some fun too, okay?”

  He shrugged and thrust his hips toward her. “Go ahead.”

  She made a production out of removing the condom from the wrapper and barely taking her eyes off his cock. “Christ. Dunno if this is going to fit that bad boy. You’re big, Harry. So fucking big—”

  He got even bigger as she spoke, a tiny bead of moisture emerging to gleam in the low light of the bedroom. “Yeah. Big enough to keep you happy, doll.”

  The words were hoarse as she moved her hand to his thigh and lightly dragged her nails upward toward his balls. “Like that, lover? Does it feel good?”

  “Mmm.” His gaze was glued to her pussy.

  Lian hungered. Her demon screamed out in delight as her fingers found the sac and its hard contents, touching, fondling, rolling them gently in her palm. She wanted to suck him deep, get him wet and slippery. Then she wanted to take him inside, to ease the savage need, to feel him explode inside her and have him make her come so hard she would howl with it.

  Battling the urge with every remaining conscious brain cell she possessed, she fought her inner self and continued to arouse him with touches, looks, a lot of lip licking and finally the delicate protection.

  As she unrolled it down his cock, her demon burst free, flowing over Harry like a cloud of wet honey—hot, needy, sucking on his nipples, then biting them, laughing and fleeing down his spine to investigate his ass and lower to his balls and that sweet spot behind them.

  He groaned aloud. “Fucking shit. Fucking sheeeiiit. I gotta get in your cunt now.”

  “What are you waiting for?” She invited him with her words but managed to hold still, a battle that had every one of her muscles knotted with tension. The demon inside her craved the fucking. Lian didn’t want this man penetrating her in any way whatsoever.

  She simply continued what she was doing—mind-fucking him, letting him feel the full force of the succubus, holding his sheathed cock in her hand, sensing the trembling rigidity as her powers overwhelmed him.

  “Fuck—” He closed his eyes, his neck corded, his biceps bunched tightly.

  Lian shivered, knowing he was seconds away from coming.

  She shivered again.

  Oh Christ above—

  “Buck—it’s getting cold in here—”

  Chapter Eleven

  Buck was through the door and running flat out before Lian’s faint link had fully impacted. He was yelling into his intercom, alerting his backup task force and letting Cheney know even as his feet pounded out of the building and over the short distance to the Pleasure Pad’s back entryway.

  Heart pounding and blood pulsing loudly in his ears, he was inside, pausing for barely a second to get his bearings and make sure he turned in the right direction. He was panicking and a part of his brain knew it.

  He could not afford to panic.

  There—number fourteen—Lian’s room. Cheney came around the other corner in a rush, masquerade gone, weapon drawn. His face was intense and he looked at Buck. Buck nodded, held up a finger to his lips and gently turned the handle on the door. The rest of the team would be waiting in the corridor, out of sight, poised for a signal, some sign that they were needed. Until then, silent and steady seemed to be the best course of action, for everybody. The exits were covered, the place locked down as much as possible.

  Buck sensed nothing from Lian and the sweat was already pouring down his spine as he refused to even consider what might be inside.

  As quietly as they could, Buck and Cheney opened the door and Buck peered cautiously around the edge into the shadowed room, Cheney’s breath hot on his neck.

  They both froze at the tableau in front of them.

  She was naked, holding her pendant tight in one hand and a very large gun in the other. The barrel was pointing directly at the head of the—thing—between her legs.

  Buck couldn’t breathe. The air was icy cold, drying the sweat on his back into chilled particles. But it wasn’t the temperature that made him shiver.

  It was the monstrous blend of human and creature that was paralyzed into immobility on Lian’s bed.

  The legs of a man were tucked beneath him, kneeling, encased by Lian’s slender thighs to either side of him. His cock was hard and sheathed. But from the navel upward, all traces of humanity were gone.

  Distorted m
uscles bulged in arms that bore no resemblance to anything that should be fucking a woman. They ended in sharply savage claws, gleaming with edges that looked like razors.

  The body was thick, shimmering a little as it tried to fully shift its entire being but couldn’t. Whatever neck there was—well, it was probably there somewhere, but it quickly became the large and oddly familiar head of a reptile.

  The unmistakable eye of the basilisk stared glassily at her, an image Buck knew only too well. The jaws were parted, massive fangs drooping from beneath scaled gums, a testimony to this creature’s power and killing ability.

  Time stood still as Buck saw his woman and this monster locked in some sort of paralysis.

  Then her finger moved infinitesimally.

  And she shot the creature right between the eyes.

  The noise was deafening as Buck and Cheney followed suit, pumping laser shockwaves into the scaly head, the eyes, any part of it they felt would be vulnerable.

  And thank God, it was. Blood spurted, bones shattered and flew, and Buck registered Lian scrambling off the bed even as he fired again, just for good measure.

  The thing on the bed was subsiding, shifting and writhing in its death throes until there was little left but the strange stench of cordite, a short, stout male body—and a mess where his head used to be.

  There was a huge scuffle at the door as the backup force had come running at the sound of gunfire.

  “Shit. Where? Who?” They burst in, guns drawn, ready to take down anyone and do whatever was necessary.

  “Clear, guys. Stand down.” Cheney glanced over his shoulder at them as he issued the sharp command. “Get the forensics team in here quick. Don’t want this critter to go invisible on us.”

  “He won’t. Not now.” Lian spoke up for the first time, staring at Buck with relief on her face. Along with spatters of blood and other stuff he didn’t even want to think about. Her gaze was taut, her eyes black as ink. “Buck—help me. God, please help me.”

  It was a whispered plea that sent Buck’s fears skyrocketing once again until Lian’s demon burst into his head, snarling, fighting, snapping at his control, demanding his cock, his tongue—

  Fuck. She'd loosed her own monster and it wouldn’t go away until Buck took care of it.

  He pulled her close to his body, her breasts crushing his chest, his adrenaline levels blocking out the worst of her sexually voracious desires. Helpless in that instant, his attention was distracted by a scream from outside—then another. Cheney spun around. “Check that out.”

  The men hurried away as Buck dragged Lian into the small bathroom. “Take care of this, Cheney. Give us a minute.”

  She was on him as soon as he pushed the door half closed, her body writhing against his, her teeth digging into his chest, her hands all over him, searching for his cock and clenching in frustration at the thick pants he wore.

  “Easy, babe.” Buck stroked her gently, ignoring the blood, conscious only of her frustration and how he could help her. “I can’t fuck you here, Lian. Lian—honey?”

  Whether she heard him or not, he had no clue. She was lost to him now, a victim of her own demon. He didn’t dare meet her on that level. There was too much riding on these first moments and he couldn’t afford the luxury of stepping away.

  He did the next best thing. He thrust his hand roughly between her thighs, jarring her as he found her pussy, forced the swollen lips apart and began to rub her clit—hard.

  She moaned, bit his neck and pushed her hips into his grasp. “More.”

  He pushed against her. There was nothing gentle in his touch, nothing seductive. This was a means to an end, forcing her into her orgasm. It was the only way he knew to shut her succubus down and bring her some relief.

  She was wet, liquid spilling over his hand, hot and slick, easing his movements with her own lubrication. He thrust a finger inside her—then two, moving them, seeking out the places she liked, the spots that gave her the most exquisite pleasure.

  More than ready for him, Lian moved on his hand, thrusting, pushing, always seeking that one extra touch, that one stroke of a hard finger that would send her over the edge. She ground her pussy into his grasp, moving her hips from side to side, spreading her thighs in a wanton effort to hit that peak and tumble over the edge.

  Rubbing her, penetrating her with his fingers—and finally resorting to reaching around her to put a finger up her ass, he helped her along, feeling her nipples rammed against his chest and her breath fiery as she panted against his neck. He was holding her, fingers inside her, letting her ride the ride as she pleased.

  And within seconds she was convulsing around him, her demon shrieking in his brain, her body a mass of spasms in his arms.

  She came and came, a seemingly massive and endless orgasm, the force of which made Buck stagger. He realized he wasn’t even hard. He wasn’t part of this right now. He was simply holding his woman—and she was safe. She might be coming her brains out, but at least she was alive. The grey matter dappling her hair wasn’t hers. The blood staining her white skin wasn’t hers.

  And the pendant, untouched by any bodily fluids—well, that was hers and right now it almost looked as if it was glowing.

  Buck’s throat choked with emotion as she began to relax in his embrace, and he leaned his forehead down to rest it against hers.

  She sighed, a deep sigh of relief and contentment. “Love you, Buck.”

  “I love you too, Lian.”

  For the first time in his life, Buck Shand spoke those words to a woman. They came naturally.

  They came from his heart.

  ———

  Lian was vaguely aware of Buck wrapping her in a towel. She knew he picked her up and carried her out and she heard him tell Cheney they were heading back to the precinct.

  Cheney said something, then they passed some people carrying things—her eyelids were heavy and a delicious lassitude overwhelmed her muscles. There was a lot of noise and bustle and then the wonderful scent of open air.

  She must have fallen asleep before Buck put her into his truck, because the next thing she knew, she was back in his arms and smelling the coffee-sweat-disinfectant odor of the precinct house.

  Then the sudden shock of a shower roused her and she found herself beneath warm water. Surfacing to consciousness, she realized there was blood around her, running over her skin in rivulets to the drain at her feet.

  “It’s okay, honey. It’s not yours.”

  Buck, hands full of shampoo, in his briefs and T-shirt, was in there with her, scrubbing her, washing her hair, turning to rinse her off. He was all business, cleaning her from head to foot.

  She stood there and accepted it all. She had little strength to do otherwise even had she wanted to. Her mind whirled, filled with images—sensations—thoughts of the beast she’d killed and the demon inside her.

  “Am I okay?”

  “You bet.” Buck turned off the shower, apparently satisfied with his work. A clean towel appeared, and she gasped as he dried her roughly, making her skin tingle. “Here. Put this on.”

  Awkwardly, she tugged the orange pants up over her legs and recognized the matching shirt. “Am I a suspect?”

  Buck laughed as he exchanged his own wet clothes for dry ones. His weren’t orange, but looked like they were more at home in a gym than in the precinct. “Nope. It’s all we had handy.”

  She sighed. “Thanks. I’m still a bit scrambled I guess.”

  “I know. But this won’t wait. We gotta see the captain. And I’ll grab you some coffee on the way if you want?”

  “Water would be better. My throat’s as dry as sand right now.”

  “Anything, babe. I can do water.” He slipped his arm around her and held her close as she stepped into the rubber sandals and they left the showers. “You only have to ask. You’re the heroine of the day right now. Any request will be granted.” He chuckled.

  “How about two weeks alone with you on a tropical island?” She slan
ted a gaze at him from the corner of her eye.

  “Mmm. That’s not a request. That’s a dream of paradise. But I’ll see what I can do.” His arm tightened a little, then eased as he passed a small fridge, snagged her a blessedly icy bottle of water and then led her to the captain’s office.

  The captain urged them in, sat them down and then shook his head. “You two look like hell.”

  “Thanks.” Lian swigged down the water.

  “You don’t exactly look like you’ve taken a walk in the park yourself.” Buck glared back.

  Lian agreed. The captain’s hair was a mess and there were dark shadows beneath his eyes. It was late now, very late. But it was quite possible this man had been behind this desk for close on twenty-four hours and wasn’t about to call it quits yet.

  “You got him then.” It was a statement directed at Lian and spoken in tones that mixed relief with a measure of concern. “You’re okay.”

  “Yes, I’m okay. Thank you.” She nodded.

  “As to whether she got him—well, she got something.” Buck shrugged. “The techs should be able to tell us more soon.”

  “We got him, Buck. It was a team effort.” She nudged his sleeve.

  He snorted. “Honey, Cheney and I have really good weaponry. But you plugged him right between the eyes before we got off our first shots.” He turned to the captain. “She took him out, Cap. With an old-fashioned gun, no less. Bullets and everything.” He blinked at Lian. “What the hell was it and where did you get it?” His brows drew together. “And why the hell didn’t you tell me you had it?”

  She snickered. “A girl has to have a few secrets, Detective.”

  “Not when they involve lethal firearms, lady.” He glared at her.

  She smiled politely at him. “It’s a family heirloom. A Glock 45. My grandmother taught me how to shoot it. It’s noisy and smelly and of course your guns are better, faster and more accurate.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “And much bigger.”

  Buck choked back a snort.

  “Glad you had it with you, Herrick.” The captain interrupted the byplay. “How’d you know you’d need it?”