Fallen Gods: Tainted Purity

by Lorie O'Clare

  Her breathing increased, her gaze hooded under her long thick lashes.

  “Damn it,” she finally cried, her body on the edge of an orgasm. “Please fuck me, Braze.”

  And all he could do was oblige. With the slightest of movements he buried his cock deep inside her cunt, her feverish muscles instantly contracting around him. Plunging deep, he felt the pressure build inside him, intensifying with every movement, growing and increasing until he could take it no more.

  “Damn it. Bridget,” he growled, emptying himself deep inside her. “You are so incredible.”

  “You wanted more,” she suggested. “Take all of me, Braze.”

  He pulled out of her cunt, her cream covering him from tip to the bottom of his shaft. She was so damned wet, providing all the lubricant needed to ensure her ass was moist and ready.

  As he ran his fingers over her tight hole, her body shivered, her head falling back while she moaned adorably. Long brown locks fanned from her head, streaming toward the floor. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever lay eyes on.

  But his attention was drawn back to the tempting sight between her legs. He dipped a finger inside her ass, feeling the tight muscles cling to him instantly. She bucked, urging him on, showing him with her body how desperately she needed him there.

  “You’re teasing me. Please.” Her hands went to her face, covering her eyes, while her mouth formed an adorable small round circle. “Now, Braze. Now.”

  Positioning his cock at the entrance of her ass, he pushed inside, her heat suffocating him while she almost sucked the life out of him. For a thousand years he’d been deprived of this, of enjoying every inch of her body, of watching the enthusiasm glow in her expression as she came again and again for him.

  Moving was almost impossible, the need to explode and spill his seed again overwhelming him. Gritting his teeth he pressed forward, delving deeper into her tight heat.

  She would be the end of him yet. Closing his eyes, relishing how damned good she felt, he pressed further until he buried his entire shaft in her ass. Then slowly he began to make love to her, pulling her close while he enjoyed the most intimate act she could offer him.

  “Yes. God, yes.” She shook her head from side to side, her brown hair clinging to her face. “Give me more. Faster. More.”

  Blood surged through him. Pressure grew inside him with such a rush that he couldn’t see. He moved faster, the heat building, the fire raging, his heart pounding until he could take it no more. Like a volcano he erupted, pumping his cum into her ass, the moist heat burning him alive.

  “Don’t wait a thousand years to do that again,” she said on a sigh, relaxing underneath him while a lazy smile crossed her face.

  Chapter Ten

  Over the next couple of days, Braze managed to stay close to her, guarding, watching. Marlita also seemed to stop by a fair bit, her questions casual, but she too appeared to be waiting for something.

  The two of them were slowly driving her nuts.

  That morning, she awoke alone, remembering Braze had commented on some matters he’d needed to handle the night before. She admitted a small pang of disappointment that he didn’t come to her during the night.

  Something about the way he touched her, ran his hands over her, used his powers to control her during sex, she was hot just thinking about it.

  “And now you’re being ridiculous,” she told herself, taking a quick shower and deciding she would get more work done without him tagging along anyway.

  Even as she carried a box of candleholders she’d painstakingly finished earlier that week during her off hours down to her car, she had a hard time keeping thoughts of that muscular body out of her mind. The way his dark curls bordered his face, wild and a bit unruly, suited his personality too well.

  Braze dominated, his powerful body, that confident strut, not to mention that he was rock-hard no matter where she touched him, added to his air of complete control. Whether she wished it or not, there were no doubts in her mind that he knew exactly where she was and what she was doing.

  Somehow she hadn’t managed to gain the same control over him.

  But just knowing that he might be watching when she leaned into her backseat to put her crafts securely in her car, soaked her panties. At any moment he could appear out of nowhere, touching her, whispering something in her ear that would send heat rushing through her. She never knew when or where to expect him.

  “Bridget. What’s going on?” Naomi called out to her, walking toward her with a bag of groceries in her hands. French bread stuck out of the bag, partially hiding her grinning expression.

  Bridget felt like a fool for jumping, her heart pounding in her chest, just from her friend’s casual greeting.

  “Hey, girlfriend.” She shut the back door to the car, turning to give Naomi her attention. “You look like you’re preparing a feast.”

  She glanced down at the bulging brown bag, and then back up at Naomi.

  Immediately something didn’t seem right. Maybe it was the shade of her friend’s eyes, or the lack of color in her usually rosy cheeks, she couldn’t tell for sure, but something was wrong with her friend.

  “I was in the mood for cooking.” Naomi shrugged. “Why don’t you come over later and let me fix you supper?”

  Bridget barely heard the question. She searched her friend’s thoughts, which she found to be so much easier to do than searching Braze’s mind. Naomi was an open book.

  And her thoughts terrified Bridget. Hatred. Death. Blood and destruction. Evil lurked inside Naomi. And somewhere tangled up amongst the evil, Bridget found fear, terrible uncontrollable fear.

  She took a step backwards, shivering in the cold morning air. Suddenly her mouth was too dry to speak. Chills ran over her skin, leaving goose bumps. She licked her lips, not sure what to do, or what to say.

  Something was seriously wrong with Naomi.

  “So will you eat with me?” Naomi cocked her head, her blue eyes so dark they looked like a thunderhead ready to explode.

  “Don’t you have to work this evening?” For the last few years Naomi had worked an evening shift.

  Somehow she needed to figure out why Naomi had such awful thoughts swarming around in her head. This was so unlike her friend.

  Her heart continued to pound, while a lump formed in her stomach. It was the fear that worried her the most, fear bordering on terror that lurked deep inside Naomi. It was so well covered by a cold evil that she almost missed it. But the more she focused her thoughts, searched Naomi’s brain, the fear seemed so horrible it made it hard for Bridget to breathe.

  Naomi shrugged, her smile still plastered on her face. Bridget watched her friend’s actions, noticing the smile definitely didn’t reach her eyes. If she hadn’t been able to read Naomi like an open book, she would swear her friend was playing a trick on her.

  “I’ve decided not to go to work tonight. I deserve a night off. And I want you to enjoy it with me.” Naomi took a step toward Bridget, shifting her load so she held it in one hand, and held the other hand out to Bridget. “Why don’t you come upstairs with me now?”

  Naomi would never ask Bridget over during the day. Naomi slept during the day and Bridget worked.

  Something had taken over Naomi. Bridget had no idea what, but with all she’d learned in the past few days, she didn’t doubt for a minute that anything was possible. After what she had seen happen to Marlita’s store, her friend acting strange made her wonder if one of those demons had moved inside of her.

  But why?

  “I’ve got to go to work.” She did her best to sound normal. Although there was no way she would leave her best friend alone with whatever evil had consumed her. “But why don’t you come with me, if you are taking some time off?”

  Naomi hesitated. For the first time her smile faded, not completely, but something warred inside the pretty woman.

  And then Bridget heard voices. So many voices, whispering, discussing, warning. Evil. Hatred. Despica
ble ugliness.

  For the first time she was afraid. A demon was inside Naomi. Of that she had no doubt. But she couldn’t just make Naomi disappear. She wouldn’t push Naomi, possibly hurting her, in order to try and discard a demon.

  Fuck. Shit. Damn. She wished she knew more about the extent of her powers. Damn them to hell, whoever had stolen her memory.

  Her heart pounded so hard inside her chest Bridget could barely breathe from the intensity of it. Cold sweat beaded underneath her clothing while she watched Naomi hesitate, battle the voices going on inside her head that Bridget heard as plain as if they were all around her.

  “Naomi. Talk to me,” she whispered, wanting more than anything to know her friend could hear her, respond to her.

  “I am talking to you,” Naomi answered, narrowing her gaze on Bridget. “You don’t look like you feel so good. Come upstairs with me. I think you are working too hard, too.”

  The voices faded, the evil gaining confidence. Naomi smiled again and put her hand on Bridget’s arm. Her touch was colder than ice. Chills rushed through Bridget, while she struggled to figure out the best thing to do.

  Braze. Where are you? she asked in her mind.

  Immediately Naomi pulled her hand away. “If you don’t come upstairs with me, you’ll hurt my feelings.”

  Now Naomi never talked like that. She was confident, cocky by nature. Bridget searched for the best way to handle the matter. Marlita was her watcher. Maybe she was watching Bridget now. Again she sent out a mental message, hoping one of the two of them would be alerted, give her some guidance on how to deal with the matter.

  “No one will hurt you, Naomi.” She focused on the fear in her friend’s thoughts, wanting to soothe her, let her know that whatever had taken over her, Bridget would do her damnedest to get it out of her.

  Naomi’s expression hardened, her eyes turning so dark they were almost black. Bridget swallowed the lump forming in her throat, fear creeping through her for the safety of her friend.

  “I know things about you,” Naomi whispered, an almost evil smile appearing on her pale face. “I bet you are dying for answers, aren’t you?”

  Bridget didn’t know what to say. How could Naomi possibly know anything about her? Maybe it was the demon that possessed her friend who spoke now.

  “Tell me who you are,” she asked, searching Naomi’s thoughts that seemed to have gone disturbingly quiet.

  “What a ridiculous request.” Naomi shook her head slowly, running her tongue against the bottom of her top teeth while she hugged her groceries. “Come inside with me. You want answers. I’ve got them.”

  Naomi turned and headed toward the apartment building, her red braids swaying against her back.

  Bridget looked around the quiet parking lot. More than anything she needed Braze to show up right now. A car pulled quietly into the lot, a newer model. It parked in one of the stalls. The driver turned off the engine but then just sat there.

  It was Marlita!

  Why wasn’t she getting out of the car?

  Bridget searched the woman’s face, although the slight glare on the windshield made it hard to see her in detail.

  Then it dawned on her, her heart sinking with the somber fact that Marlita was her watcher. And that was what she was doing—watching. What the hell good was that?

  Frustrated and confused, feeling like she was trying to put a puzzle together without all the pieces, she turned around to see Naomi reaching the door to the tall, brick apartment building.

  “I want to talk to Naomi,” she shouted toward the back of her departing friend. “You want me to come with you, then let me talk to Naomi.”

  Naomi turned, dropping the bag of groceries. Bridget approached her before she even gave it thought. The fear in her Naomi’s face was real. Her hands trembled while she looked down at the bag of groceries, broken pasta spilling over the ground, as if she couldn’t figure out how it had gotten there. She looked up toward Bridget, tears welling in her eyes.

  “Bridget. Help me.” Naomi reached out, her slender fingers grasping air, while pain raced across her face.

  “I’m right here, Naomi.” Bridget almost doubled over from the pain she sensed from her friend. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

  Naomi straightened then slowly wiped a tear that had traced a shiny path over her cheek. Turning toward the door, she opened it, and then looked over her shoulder smiling at Bridget. The door closed on her hand.

  Naomi screamed out in pain. Bridget jumped forward, pulling the door open and reaching for Naomi’s smashed fingers.

  “Follow me inside, Brigit,” Naomi hissed, pulling her hand back so Bridget couldn’t see the damage.

  She sensed Naomi’s pain though, her cries silent and buried, trapped behind the mask of an evil demon.

  “Don’t hurt her,” Bridget pleaded with the demon. “There’s no reason to involve her. She doesn’t even know what is going on. Please. Why don’t you just show yourself to me?”

  “Because he is a cowardly bastard.” Braze’s voice right behind her about made her heart explode.

  Bridget turned around quickly, completely unprepared for his sudden arrival. She sucked in her breath, her heart pounding wildly while her stomach twisted in knots. Never before had she seen him so outraged.

  He didn’t look at her, but focused on Naomi, his facial muscles tight, his mouth a thin line of fury. With his hands on his hips, his shirt strained against his bulging chest muscles, Braze was not a man to mess with. The way he looked right now terrified her.

  Cold sweat made her palms damp. The urge to wipe them on her jeans, do something, anything to show she could handle this situation, rushed through her. But she could barely maintain her breathing, her heart pounding so hard it lumped in her throat. She itched to move an annoying strand of hair away from the side of her face, but for some reason was scared to move.

  “The coward here isn’t me.” Naomi’s chuckle was so unlike her, soft and sultry, yet with an eerie quality to it.

  “You’ve always been a coward.” Braze sounded so cruel, so filled with hatred.

  Muscles bulged when he flexed his hands into fists. The sleeves on his shirt barely seemed able to contain him. Bridget tried desperately to moisten her dry lips, looking at him, searching his mind for some sign of what he planned to do.

  In all her life, or what she remembered of it, Bridget had never seen a more dangerous-looking man. And knowing what he was capable of, she had a hard time keeping her legs from wobbling.

  Naomi laughed again, grabbing Bridget’s attention. Her friend took her arm. Her long, slender fingers wrapped firmly around her like a steel grip. The urge to pull away, yank herself free of the cold, almost brutal grip, filled her with frustration.

  “Naomi,” she pleaded with her friend, wanting once again to get past the demon, hear her friend talk to her.

  “You said you would come with me.” Naomi pulled her toward her.

  “No.” Braze spoke so firmly his voice boomed around her. “Don’t go anywhere with him.”

  With him? She turned, the question on her lips.

  Naomi suddenly yanked her so hard that Bridget lost her footing. Instinctively she reached out to Braze. Beyond him she caught a glimpse of Marlita, who had obviously stepped out of her car for a closer look. But the two of them suddenly seemed very far away. She fell backwards, and kept falling, the ground not stopping her.

  “Fight him, Bridget. Don’t go with him. If he takes you all the way, I won’t be able to get you back.” Braze’s words burned through her, sounding so distant, and terrified.

  She struggled to free her arm, turning and trying to pry the icy fingers loose. And that was when she realized that she was no longer standing, no longer right outside her apartment complex. Nothing was around her—absolutely nothing—and still she kept falling.

  Chapter Eleven

  The first thing she noticed when she realized she was able to stand on her feet again, was that she didn’t appear t
o be standing on anything. Colors blended together around her, her surroundings something similar to how she imagined it would be standing in a cloud.

  The second thing she noticed was Naomi, crumpled in a pile at her feet, unconscious. She prayed she was just knocked out and not dead. Bridget wouldn’t accept that her friend could die over anything to do with her. She wouldn’t allow it.

  If she could control it.

  And so far, she’d done a real lousy job of controlling anything around her.

  Looking around slowly, almost scared of what she might see, Bridget couldn’t detect anything other than the thick smog of discordant colors that didn’t appear to take any shape or show any sign of being stronger or weaker in any direction that she looked.

  “You are going to be worth all the trouble you’ve been.” The hissing, slow drawl stressed each syllable.

  The odd speech pattern sent a shiver down Bridget’s spine. She turned around, hating to take her attention away from Naomi, or turn her back on her for even a moment.

  “Who’s there?” she asked, refusing to show fear.

  “Only the one you’ve asked for, the only one who can help you.” The gaunt creature speaking pulsed with every word it uttered, its skin so thin that the blood pulsing through its twisted veins throbbed while it spoke.

  Taller than she was, and so gaunt his skeletal figure was no more than skin hanging onto deformed bones with gnarled veins, the creature leered at her. His arms were long, with bony hands and long deformed fingers. A cock, or at least she guessed that’s what it was, hung low between his legs, twisted and deformed, a hideous thing that made her stomach turn.

  “You can help me?” Bridget looked around her, anywhere but at the disgusting creature facing her. She glanced down at Naomi, wanting more than anything to make sure she was okay. “You’ve done a lousy job of it so far.”

  “Be careful how you speak to me, Brigit.” The hissed words crept over her like a nasty chill. The creature moved in front of her again, its large black eyes like two oversized marbles while it stared at her. “Your memory is still fragile. The simplest of thoughts can wipe it all away again.”