A Demon's Dark Embrace

by Amelia Hutchins

  “Yes,” Danu said with a mischievous look in the sweet, sapphire eyes of the victim she was controlling. “I’d take her a few times, and I don’t even have a dick. Come on, fuck her tight little body. Make her come. Teach her why women need the men I created, who I made damned sure were well-endowed,” she cooed saucily. Her hands came up and pinched the pert nipples that had his mouth watering with the need to suckle them.

  “Go home, Danu,” he said as he remained unmoving.

  “If you don’t fuck me,” she said as she lifted her hips, showing Olivia’s exposed opening. “I’ll find another to take her. She’s innocent, and I know how you secretly want to eat little innocent girls up.”

  “I don’t fuck virgins. I like a woman who knows what the fuck I want, and doesn’t need directions written out to get the job done. Get out of her, and let me show you exactly what I mean,” he rasped as he bucked his erection into Olivia’s soft body.

  “I want her to get fucked, so either you can do it, or I’ll find someone who will take her. Those are my demands, Demon,” Danu ordered as she scooted off his lap and bent over, showing Olivia’s ass for his viewing pleasure.

  “Danu,” he pleaded, his eyes feasting on the sweet flesh that had moisture pooling and leaking down her creamy porcelain thighs.

  “Show me she means nothing to you. Clean her pussy off, and I’ll end it. That is, if you can stop without making her come first. I know you, Demon. I’ve been the one you used to prevent soul feasting and your weird-ass guilt of what you were born to be. Clean her pussy and I’ll leave her virginity intact.”

  Ristan swallowed and fought down the raging hard-on that pressed roughly against the jeans he’d worn. “Fine, but don’t leave this body until I’m out of this room. I want the memory of this gone from her mind. Understand? Don’t blow my fucking cover, because it will only hurt Synthia.”

  “Fine,” she said as she moved to the desk and jumped up, planting her ass on it, uncaring that Olivia would have bruises from it tomorrow.

  “Fine,” Ristan spat, furious for being forced to do something he thought was wrong. It wasn’t right, and he knew it. Olivia wasn’t willing, and, as with the others she took, he could feel what they did as they enjoyed his touch. Olivia was there, trapped in her own body, scared shitless of how her body felt and its reaction to his touch.

  As if she could sense it was being abused, and she didn’t like it. Of course, that changed as his mouth touched her thigh. She moaned, and her soul glowed from within. He used his tongue to rub small circles on the inside of her thighs. His own moan left his lips as he tasted her juices.

  Fucking hell, he’d never tasted anything like her. His hand moved up her legs to spread her thighs, to allow more access to clean her sweet mess. His nose touched her clit, and he felt her tremble from within. Now she was willing, but he’d never take her first time from her.

  He wasn’t that much of a bastard.

  His self-control threatened to break as his tongue moved to the slit of her heat and pushed inside. He felt pre-come leaking from his cock. His hips moved absently as he imagined he was plunging into her sweetness. He pulled her apart even further and moved his mouth over her slick wetness, and the moment he was done, he stood up and glared down at Danu.

  “Her flesh is clean, and we’re done,” he whispered hoarsely, before breaking his own rule and sifting out of the Guild.

  He’d been seconds away from taking her, and he hated Danu for it. Years, fucking years he’d controlled his hunger, and in one day, she walks in, sweet as fuck, wearing Olivia, and undoes his willpower, his self-control. Gone.

  He entered Vlad’s club and moved to the back rooms without even saying a word. He’d find someone who could take away the ache, and he’d be damn sure Danu didn’t say one fucking thing about it.

  Today, she’d gone too far. She’d been getting worse, and he’d had enough. He wasn’t her bitch, and he was damn sure done taking orders from her or helping her. She must have sensed it, which had to be why she’d stolen Olivia’s body tonight.

  She’d done it three times in the last week, bringing him to the brink and leaving him looking guilty as fuck. Keeley had come alive against him, and she’d fought and screamed like a Banshee, and stopped just short of accusing him of rape. He hadn’t even realized it was Danu until it was too late. The next female had raked his face with her nails and left before either of them had gotten off.

  He was done, and with each woman Danu took over, he lost a little more control. Tonight, with Olivia, it had shattered.

  “Faith, strip, now,” he ordered as he pushed one of Vlad’s regulars into a room and stripped out of his clothes with a single thought. She gasped, and he smiled coldly. She liked it rough, and it was a good fucking thing, because he was in a rage that needed to be fucked away.

  Chapter Eleven

  Olivia moved in bed, her body aching with need. She moaned as something replayed through her mind, and the image of it undid her. She’d dreamt about him again, and he’d done magical things to her pussy with his tongue, his mouth—and had he really sucked her juices from her fingers?

  Looking down at her body, she groaned as she found her panties in her hand, and her pussy aching. What the hell? The last thing she remembered was returning a file, and then nothing. She sat up and looked at her white skirt, damp from her body’s fluids.

  Had she finally had an orgasm, and missed it? Why was her body on fire, her nipples sore? They felt as if they’d been pinched hard. She brought her hand up and tested one, finding her bra gone, and nowhere to be seen from where she lay on the bed.

  She looked around her small room and gasped as her fingers found her pussy soaking wet, with a memory of Justin licking her aroused sex rushing back. Dream, or a memory? She heard her own rushed intake of breath as she allowed her fingers to slip inside the swollen desire of her sex.

  Why was she soaking wet? When she tried to get herself off, she never got this wet. Not even dreaming about Justin, which, if she was honest, was a hot dream. But this one? This one was different. It was as if someone else had been in control, and she’d been a passenger.

  She closed her eyes, and laid her head on the feather softness of her pillow, and let the distorted dream come back. Her mind was hazy, but she saw herself displayed for Justin, and watched as he became distorted, and turned into beautiful creature—no, a monster.

  His blonde hair turned black and grew longer. Her fingers itched to test the silky lengths of it. Silver and black patterned eyes watched her, swirling slowly as she dipped fingers into her own flesh, and she felt it. The heat of his eyes as she slowly seduced him. His skin turned red for a moment and then back to a pale ivory, and she gasped, her body needing his touch.

  She recalled moving to him, straddling his massive body. Her most sensitive flesh rubbed over his enormous cock through his jeans. Fuck, he was huge. She felt the subtle sensation of a pending orgasm. Something about this dream was all too familiar.

  She watched through a trance as her own hands bared her breasts. No indication of why, or when she would have done this, but she felt it. She couldn’t make out the words being said, or what the meaning of it was, but as she moved back to the desk and spread her pussy, he followed.

  Her heart beat wildly as his hands splayed her flesh, his mouth slowly moved to her needy core. She hissed as his tongue darted out, and he followed the trail of her arousal until it reached her pussy.

  She cried out as his mouth moved to devour her flesh, darting inside until she thought she would surely explode. He did it for several moments, his tongue consuming her. This creature between her thighs was magical and purely sexual.

  She felt the gentle push of her body, the tightening in the area he tasted with his mouth. The knots in her belly eased with each hungry stroke of his tongue. He parted her flesh for better access, then r
ight when she thought she’d surely shatter apart, he stopped.

  She sat up and looked around, wondering where the hell that thought or dream, had come from, and shook it off. The Guild was protected from monsters, and she wasn’t an idiot; whatever had just been in her vision, or her body, had been a monster. A monster that looked much like the description the kid gave her of that Demon in the alley.

  Settling for a cold shower and a lot of soap, she tried to dispel the wanton image and the tension in her body. Yet every time she closed her eyes, she saw the monster again, doing shit with his mouth that made every one of her girly parts throb with need.

  She jotted it all down on paper. From the being’s dark silver brands that ran up his forearms, his pale skin that turned red, to his silver eyes that had black patterns swirling in them. Everything she could mentally pull from her mind was placed on a note and shoved into her nightstand.

  Eventually, she left her small apartment, and those damned images kept replaying in her mind. She considered calling in sick, and then thought about what she’d say. I’m having dreams of a monster doing really bad things, really well to my lady parts, so I need the day off? As if.

  She moved through the long, winding hallway until she almost ran into Cyrus. He was backed by a handful of heavily-armed Enforcers, which made her heart rate spike.

  “I was just coming to find you,” he snapped. “Last night, the wards went off, and we got video of something interesting in the library. Over at the study carrel Alden and Justin have been using,” Cyrus said, his eyes narrowing on her. “You were there. So tell me, what the fuck was inside that office with you?”

  “Wait…what?” she whispered. Her eyes misted with tears as the words and images replayed through her mind.

  “You were inside that room last night,” he accused, his tone condemning. “We have video of Justin going in, you arriving, and Alden leaving. It later shows you leaving, but there is nothing on the video of Justin exiting the carrel.”

  “No, I wasn’t. I swear!” she cried, her mouth growing dry with the knowledge of what could happen. She was being accused of being a traitor! “I did have a dream,” she offered. “Like I was there, but that I wasn’t in control,” she admitted.

  “Do you understand how that sounds? Can you prove you weren’t in there last night? Because I can prove you were,” Cyrus said with a knowing smile that sent chills racing up Olivia’s spine.

  “No,” she whispered. “What are we going to do now?” she asked hesitantly, knowing she was more than likely about to be sent to Seattle to be interrogated by people who specialized in torture.

  “You can help us. Show us that you’re not a traitor. We need to question Justin and since Alden was his sponsor, he too will need to be questioned. You can help us take them in. The choice is yours, but you have to decide now,” he whispered softly as he brought his hand up to touch her face. “Choose wisely, for it would be such a waste of one so young if you didn’t make the right choice.”

  “I’ll do whatever you need,” she said softly, her mind on the kids of the Guild. They’d been through enough, and she was constantly worrying about what would happen if she wasn’t around to help them through the trying years until a class was chosen for them to specialize in. Plus, if there really was a monster in the Guild, her kids were in trouble.

  Cyrus smiled victoriously, and one of the Enforcers handed Cyrus a bottle of wine that he offered to Olivia. “Tonight you’ll go to Alden and Justin, and you’ll get them both to drink this. If you don’t, and we have to confront them, it could be a fight to the death for our Enforcers. This will knock them out, but since Justin probably isn’t Human, you’ll need to use more than just a little. I trust you can entice him into drinking it?”

  There was accusation in Cyrus’s eyes, and she fumbled for the right words. “What if they’re innocent?” she whispered through tears.

  “Oh, my sweet Oliva, what if they’re monsters?” he countered. “Monsters you’ve been giving unlimited information to. Did you know Alden’s niece went over to the Fae? Justin stays with Alden like a bodyguard when he is here, have you noticed that? I believe they have been using you this entire time to pass information to the Fae, which makes you an accessory to the crime. Do you know what the Guild does to traitors? They tie them up and slice their skin apart, and open veins until they are helpless but to beg for mercy. You and I both know that the Guild has never shown mercy to traitors.”

  Her hands trembled as she accepted the wine. “What will you do with them?” she asked through the tightening of her throat.

  “That’s not your worry; you should be worrying about how to get Justin to drink the wine,” he said with an angry gaze as his eyes slid down her body.

  Olivia winced and nodded.

  “This is your time to shine, Olivia; to think like an Enforcer would. Our women know how to tempt the Fae, and how to seduce them. Use it, and whatever else you need to use, in order to capture the vile monster that’s been using you to get information from us. If you fail, you’ll be handed over to the Seattle Guild, and no one will be there help you. Help us capture Alden and Justin, and I promise to stand up for you.”

  “Do I go to work now?” she asked cautiously.

  “Yes, but I’d change into something more desirable than that drab outfit. Use your body; it is a foolproof plan when trapping Fae. They can’t get enough of Human pussy, so maybe get yours a little wet beforehand. They can smell need, and it will only add to his desire to have you at his mercy. When you have his attention, use the drink and if it fails, use this,” he said as he handed her a little strip of vellum. “Get it on any part of his body and it will do the job. Don’t fail us, Olivia.”

  Olivia watched as the Enforcers turned on their heels and followed Cyrus back down the hallway. She hadn’t met any of them before today and was sure Seattle had sent their best soldiers to capture the threat inside the Spokane Guild.

  She returned to her small apartment and finally allowed the sob to escape her lips. Tears streamed down her face, and she swiped angrily at them. This wasn’t fair, and Alden couldn’t be a traitor, he just couldn’t be!

  The images of the monster came rushing back, and she hiccupped as the image of him between her legs bombarded her. She’d been there, and he’d really done it. He must have fed from her and tried to take the memory. She knew Fae were capable of taking memories and images from the minds of their ‘dinner’s.’ The dream must have been her memories resurfacing. She’d been an unwilling victim in a role she hadn’t known about.

  She straightened her spine, resolve setting in, cementing her knowledge of what needed to be done. If there was a monster inside the Guild, it was her duty to protect the children against him, even if she had to be bait.

  Moving into her bedroom, she changed her clothes, pulling on black lace stockings and attaching them to a provocative garter belt. She removed her simple cotton bra, replacing it with one that pushed her small breasts up and showed perfect cleavage. She slid on a short dress that was black and just long enough that anyone really looking would see a glimpse of the lace of her stockings.

  She stared at her reflection, then glared at it. “You’re going to do this because the kids are in danger. They have no one, and you owe them this. A monster was between your legs, Olivia; how do you plan to pay him back?”

  She didn’t expect the image of the nymph in the mirror to respond, but she did look hot. The edges of the stockings showed perfectly, and the fact that she’d forgone wearing panties wouldn’t go unnoticed if he was an immortal Fae.

  He’d smell her sex coming a mile away.

  She released the tight bun she’d worn earlier, allowing her hair to cascade down her back. “Suck it up. You can do this. You’re a woman, and he’s male… He’s a monster, but he’s male. He wants you. Goddess save us all, Hecate, please help me,” she
sent up a silent prayer to the Goddess of the Witches and left her apartment.

  And may the Goddess have mercy on Justin and Alden, because the Guild wouldn’t.

  Chapter Twelve

  Activity took over the Guild and increased Enforcer shifts started up as Ristan watched. A flurry of activity was never a good sign, and considering he’d sifted out the night before, it could be that, or it could be that something bigger was going on.

  His eyes scanned the men and the activity in the library beyond them. He could see Olivia, her red hair standing out, even in the dimly lit cubicle she often used when the library started to close down. He headed back up the second level of the Guild where the offices of the Elders were. He rapped on the door and swiftly entered Alden’s office. Once he had the door firmly closed, he didn’t waste a moment on pleasantries.

  “It’s time to get you out of here,” Ristan announced as he tried to keep his mind off what Danu had done. His feeding at Vlad’s club had gone on for hours with multiple partners, and yet it had done little to curb his hunger. Nothing seemed to stop his need for the little redhead, which bothered him.

  “The kids? Do you have a plan for them?” Alden countered as Ristan continued to stare out the window.

  “They’ll be fine, but if we’re discovered, you know the laws of the Guild better than I, old man,” Ristan replied. “They’re up to something.”

  “There was a breach; you know anything about it?” Alden asked, his eyes finally lifting from the files he was thumbing through.

  “Maybe, but this is something else. When did they bring in more Enforcers?” he questioned.

  “This is exactly what happens when they think the Guild has been breached. It is protocol,” Alden said as he returned to examining the file.