outer demon wars 01 - comic book demon (6 page)

“Why? If you knew?” I wanted too badly to know why he had agreed if he’d known I was his.

“Mates, or fated ones as we call them, are rare. I almost didn’t even believe it when I felt the pull I felt toward you. But, it didn’t matter. You are his, by order of the king. No matter what the pull I feel to you.” 

I could hear both love and pain in his voice. He seemed nearly resigned. 

“What now?” I asked. Was this thing I was feeling the same pull? Was that what the feeling that my heart wouldn’t beat without him? That screaming pain I felt seeing a knife to his throat. The only thought I had was how, if he weren’t alive, if I didn’t have him, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go on. That, for a man I had known for just under a week, was scary as hell. 

He sucked in a breath, and I felt him dive to the ground. I clung to him. I saw the setting sun just over the demon’s shoulder, and for some reason, I had the feeling I would never see a sunset quite like that one again. 

I was met with the scent of damp dirt and growing things. The setting sun cast a purple hue on the densely wooded area. I stretched my aching muscles. I had apparently been in the same position for some time because, when I threw my arms out to their fullest extension, black spots danced at the edge of my vision. I lost my balance and stumbled before I felt Mac catch me. He would always catch me. At least when we were on this side of the gate. 

“Why did we land? Where are we?” I asked shifting to stand on my own. 

Mac moved his hands to my shoulders, and he turned me. There were a number of large trees, and I could hear a small stream close by. 

“What am I looking for?” I didn’t see anything. 

“Look straight ahead. It’s new, so you won’t see it until the sun has set. I know what I’m looking for, so I can always see it. Being a guardian, I have that ability.” 

Pressed snug against me, I felt his warm puffs of breath on my ear as he spoke. It sent chills through me.
Concentrate, Anabelle!
I narrowed my eyes at the empty space. Nothing. Maybe I had to use some kind of force. Obi Won would be so proud. The last rays of the setting sun speared through the trees, and that’s when I saw it. It was an iridescent shimmer of the light. 

“Oh my, is that what I think it is?” I had no reason to be scared, but I was. It was a whole new world, a new reality, and one I knew nothing about. 

“It is. Are you ready? All we need to do is walk through.”

 So easy? Would I be passed off to another demon? Could I rule the demons and make a difference? I turned in his arms and met his beautiful green eyes. 

“Mac, I don’t want to go in there without doing the one thing I have wanted to do since I met you. I have no idea what will happen when we step through that doorway. So I want you. Right now. Right here.” 

He knew what I was asking. What I was on the verge of begging for. Bless that demon, he didn’t move. 

I slipped my hands under the hem of his shirt. His skin felt heated under my fingertips. I trailed my finger up his taught stomach and back down again with my nails. I heard him growl low in his chest, and his eyes flicked to red in an instant. One of his hands flew to the back of my head, and he fisted my hair in his grasp. 

He pulled me to him, and just before he crushed our lips together, he snarled, “Last chance, little demon. Because I won’t give up what’s mine.” 

He didn’t get an answer. I pressed my lips to his. He responded by moving the hand that was on my waist to my chin. Pulling my jaw open wide and claiming my mouth, he thrust his tongue in and out. 

I was melting. My body was aching for him, and I wasn’t sure just how long I would be able to hold out. He ground his pelvis against me, and I could feel his erection straining against his jeans. 

He pulled away.
Why? Had I done something?
Slipping a hand under the hem of my tank top, he slowly pulled it up. I lifted my arms above my head as he slid the shirt off me. His eyes, glowing red, didn’t waver. He licked his lips, and I felt myself grow wetter for him. One finger between my breasts, he ran the digit up and down the space. 

Shaking with need, I glanced down at the motions. His fingernail had grown and elongated into a long black claw that looked razor sharp. I wasn’t afraid of him. I knew he would never hurt me. 

Hooking the talon under my bra, he tugged upward. The thin material snapped loose and fell away. 

Well, that’s one way to do it.
 

Moving to my cotton shorts, he slipped them off in short order. His patience seemed to have waned, and I couldn’t blame him. I’d skipped the panties when I’d dressed, and at the full sight of me nude, he sucked in a breath. 

I returned the treatment to him by slipping my hands under the shirt and pushing it up over his head. I paused at the button of his jeans.
This is it. I am going to make love to someone. Am I ready? 

“Dara, we can stop.”

 His voice was gravelly with need. I knew it wasn’t what he wanted, and it wasn’t what I wanted either. I shook my head, not trusting my voice. Popping the button loose I could see the damp head of his shaft sticking out. I wanted to taste it. My mouth watered. I unzipped him the rest of the way, my eyes widening at the size of him pulsing with how much he needed me. This was going to hurt.  

I did this to him.
The thought made me smile as I gripped him firmly, and he bucked against my soft palm. 

“Come here,
dara.
I want to taste your mouth while you explore me,” he growled. 

I stepped closer, unable to take my eyes off his. 

“I love making your eyes glow,” I rasped. 

“Well, I’m not the only one whose eyes gleam red, little demon. Yours glow just as mine do. Seems as though I am having an effect on you.” 

My gaze widened.
They did?
Before I could respond, I felt him lower us to the ground, and just before my back hit the grass, I felt his wings create a kind of cocoon. He was on top of me, but shifted slightly to the side. He kissed me. I would never be the same after that kiss. He nipped and sucked at my lips, and it reminded me of our time in the shower. A slow deep throb began to build in my sex.
I couldn’t breathe without this man.
The thought should have terrified me, but I took comfort in it. 

He pulled away and trailed small, sweet kisses down my neck to my chest. He hovered just above one of my aching nipples. I arched up to him, but he only smiled. 

“What do you want, little demon?” Each word created a warm puff of air that blasted my pebbled flesh. 

“Oh dear sweet Boba Fett, please.” I couldn’t think, much less tell him what I wanted. 

He licked my nipple, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. 

 “I don’t … know who … that is …” He punctuated each word of the statement with a tantalizing flick of his tongue over my hardened nipple. “But, you’re mine.” He sucked the peak into his mouth.

 I felt one hand trail down my belly and dip between my fluted flesh. I sucked in a breath. My heart was a jackhammer against my chest. 

“So, wet. Is this all for me?” he asked in a wicked tone. 

I couldn’t say anything because, at that moment, he lifted his finger and inspected my arousal. Then he did something I had never even imagined could be done. He rubbed my other nipple with my wetness. I screamed with the pleasure of it. I was growing mindless. He shifted and sucked that peek into his mouth. His hand slipped back to my folds, and he found the tight, throbbing, little bud. He pressed his thumb against it, and I couldn’t help but buck into him. I tried to reach down to give him my attention, but he shook his head and gave me a warning look. 

“I need to ready you. I won’t push my finger all the way inside, not yet. Just a little. I want that honor.” His tone was laced with need. 

I nodded as I felt his fingertip enter me. All the while, he never let up on the slow circles he was tracing on, around, and over my clit. He started moving the finger that was slightly inside of me in and out. I wanted so badly to feel it deeper. I bucked down on his finger, causing him to slip in farther, and gasped. He cursed in the language I couldn’t understand. The pressure was building, I couldn’t stop it. I felt him slip a second finger inside of me. He moved the fingers in and out and circled my clit with a dangerous rhythm. I couldn’t hold on much longer. 

“Come for me,
dara.
Show me how good you feel.” 

It was like my body needed his words, his permission to climax. It hit me with the force of a physical blow. My sex clamped down on his fingers, trying so desperately to pull him in deeper. I cried out with the sheer shock of pleasure that washed over my whole body. It was so much like the wash of a wave over me. I only distantly felt him withdraw his wicked fingers, and I opened my eyes to peer at him. 

Licking his fingers he said, “I’ll never get enough of the sweet taste of you.” He shifted his weight until I felt his hard shaft against my quivering body. “I need to be inside of you. So deep inside, Annabelle.” 

With his words, I felt a surge of wetness and heat rush to my core. “Oh, please.” I wasn’t above begging. Not then. I had never needed something or someone like I needed him to fill me. 

He pressed his pelvis down against mine, and I gasped as he rubbed his cock against my soaked folds. Up and down, and up and down again. But, he never entered me. He was driving me mad. 

“Please, Mac.” I breathed the words. 

He laughed. It was such a warm sound that it left my skin tingling. He shifted slightly, and I felt the head of him at my entrance. I sucked in a breath. He moaned and his eyes slid shut. 

“Annabelle, it’s hard to go slowly with you when my body is demanding for me to take you.” 

I could see the struggle on his face and the line of sweat beading on his forehead. 

“It’s okay, love. I don’t break easily.” 

He eased inside me. With every inch I took in, pain was met but was replaced by the need to have him fully inside of me. He seemed to stretch me, but God how I needed more. It felt so primal. I felt him stop, and his glowing red eyes met mine. He thrust, and the pain was searing, causing me to cry out. He was fully inside me. But damn, that demon didn’t move an inch. 

“So tight,
dara
. Tight and wet,” he muttered absentmindedly. 

His tone was guttural and sent a spike of pleasure to mix with the pain so that it ebbed and subsided. I smiled at him, and he kissed me. I deepened the kiss and tried to wiggle under him, urging him on. 

He pulled out, then bucked his hips, and buried himself deep inside of me. I cried out again, but this time in pleasure. He smiled that smile of pure male satisfaction. He began a rhythm of impaling me and kissing me, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth at the same time as his shaft pierced me. I felt my climax building. I wasn’t sure just how much longer I could hold on. He slipped a hand between our bodies, and he found my stiff little bud in short order. He rubbed and pinched it as he fucked me. 

“I can’t hold on,” he gasped.

 I felt his cock jerk inside of me as he pinched my clit firmly, and it hurtled me headlong into my orgasm. My tightened sheath milked every last drop of him. I flew apart once again. I didn’t hold back I would have to trust that this demon could put me back together. An orgasm like nothing I had ever had, it was a life changing experience. I felt something inside of me connect to him, as if that moment was more than the joining of bodies, but the joining of souls. 

I felt a hand brush my cheek. It was wet. Was I crying? I was so overcome with sensation that feeling something as simple as a tear was far beyond my capabilities. I blinked at Mac. There was concern written all over his face. 

I reached up and ran a thumb over his bottom lip, and he placed a small kiss on my nose. He shifted causing him to slip out of me, and I felt the connection dwindle but not disappear. It was very nearly a loss not having him there. He rolled off of me and pulled me into his arms. Our limbs tangled and his wings shimmered, becoming transparent. The bright full moon shined down, casting its white light on the small area. 

“Wait, what about the gate? Do we . . . ?”

“No,
dara
. We have time. I want to enjoy having you. Rest,” he cooed. 

He ran a hand through my hair and held me. I wasn’t sure what I had done to be tossed into the situation. But, good, bad, or ugly I was there. I drifted in a daze for a long while, thinking about what we had just done. I thought about what would happen as soon as we went through that gate. Would we be able to be together? I didn’t know. I felt his steady deep breaths. I had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea what would happen, or if what had happened had been a mistake. 

“I can feel you thinking.” 

I jumped at the sound of his voice. “Sorry. I just don’t know what to expect.” 

He shifted and moved to get up. I watched him as he gathered our clothes. He tossed me his shirt. I didn’t understand at first but then realized why he’d done it. I used his shirt to clean myself up. Handing me the rest of my clothes I slipped them on—all but the bra. It was a loss. Once we were both dressed, he took my hand in his and peered down at me. 

“Dara, I have no idea what will happen. But, I will not give up without a fight.” His eyes were nearly glowing green in the moonlight. 

I nodded, feeling tears prick my eyes, but I refused to let loose one damned drop. 

We walked over to the gate that I could now see clearly. It reminded me of a bubble with how it shone in the light of the moon. I looked back to the place where we had made love. If nothing else, we had that night. I had that night with my devil under the pale moonlight. We stepped through the gate without looking back. I walked toward a new life knowing I would run into anything head long with Mac by my side.