Page 24 of Demons and Debts
‘Why does she need to stayhere?’
He turns back around and starts walking again. ‘Bait.’
Our asshole leader leaves me there at the top of the stairs clenching my jaw so hard I feel like my teeth will crack.
Fuck!
My hands still tingle from when my skin brushed against hers in the hall when I caught her. I don’t know what that means, but I don’t like it. I feel antsy, my body buzzing unpleasantly.
I have a fight tomorrow night, but I don’t know if I can wait that long and I know I won’t be able to sleep, so I make my way downstairs to the gym.
The lights are low and when I catch my reflection in the mirrors, I make a face. I look like shit. I’m going to have to feed properly before tomorrow night or there’s no way I’ll beat Callaghan. The thought of having to fuck one of the girls turns my stomach like it always does though.
I don’t bother to warm up, just start hitting the bag that’s hanging in the center of the room with everything I have, losing myself in the sound and the feel of my fists hitting the black leather.
Thud. Thud. Thud.Over and over and over.
I don’t know how long I’m there, but by the time I come out of the zone, I’m practically standing in a puddle of my own sweat and my arms feel like limp noodles. I’m dead on my feet, which was the point. At least I’ll be able to sleep now.
I grab a quick shower in the adjacent bathroom, letting my mind quiet as the hot water sprays over my aching muscles.
But thoughts of the human upstairs intrude before I can stop them. The fruity smell of her brown hair when I grabbed her in the hall, the feel of her body against mine. I look down and, to my shock, I’m hard. When was the last time thoughts of a human female did that to me?
I already know the answer. Not since I was in that house. This time I don’t let the thoughts in. I lock them down tight before I find myself taking a late-night stroll down a very dark memory lane and wondering how the fuck I got there. Instead, I take myself in hand.
Literally.
I don’t think about Paris. I think abouther.
I imagine her lips around my cock, my fist in her ponytail, taking her mouth. I’d fuck her throat hard, making her take all of me. She’d whimper and gag around me. She’d squirm under my hands, her gorgeous brown eyes watering, mascara making tracks down her cheeks.
I come hard, bracing myself against the white tiles as I shudder in the steam and then I frown as I turn off the water.
What the fuck was that? I never – and I mean NEVER – want humans. Not the females, not the males. None of them. Paris literally has to get me hard with his mouth or his hand so I can feed properly from the contracted females.
What is it about this girl? I need to figure this out. I need to see her again.
I throw on some clothes and I make my way up to the second floor where Theo's room is. He's bunking with Paris tonight since the girl is staying in his room.
I stifle a yawn. I’d join them if pummeling the pads hadn’t done the trick, but I’m beat and looking forward to my own bed now.
I find the door locked, but it's easy enough to pick it and I enter the dim room.
She's still in Theo’s bed where I put her earlier tonight, but she’s asleep, curled up on her side facing away from me.
I watch her for a few minutes, taking in her oversized jacket and black leggings with her bare feet, trying to figure out what it is about this human girl that draws me in when none of the others ever have before.
I go closer, around the bed, carefully avoiding the parts of the floor that I know creak, so I can get a better look at her.
Her brown hair is in a messy ponytail. Wisps of hair have escaped the elastic, curling around a face that looks so serene in sleep. Her eyelashes are long, fanning over her pale skin. I cock my head to the side. She’s pretty, I guess, but there's nothing about her that’sextraordinary.
I’ve seen human females before who were beautiful – I mean silver-screen gorgeous – the kind of women who made me wish I wasn’t broken so that I could want them because I knew that it would be amazing with them even for a night.
But my dick never got hard in the shower because I thought about their bodies or their hair or their lips.
While I was carrying her, her body had felt good against me, but it was a fleeting thought. I wasn’t really paying attention to her in my rush to get her contained so I wouldn’t have to deal with her. Now I’m wishing I’d slowed down a little and been more present in the moment.
And I can’t even tell much more about what her body looks like even though she’s right in front of me because of that massive jacket she’s wearing zipped up to her fucking chin …
