Page 45 of Demons and Debts
I take him in my mouth, licking at the underside of the head, tickling his balls gently with my short nails. He groans and I fight a smile.
Yeah, I know what he likes, especially after one of his fights. I pull on him gently, sucking hard. Taking him down my throat, I gag as he fists my hair pushing himself deeper so that my nose touches his abdomen. I fight for breath, but he holds me there, his shaft seeming to grow even larger. I look up into his eyes that glitter in the dark as he watches me.
There’s a strange glint in them that I haven't seen before. He doesn’t move and my breath is running out. I tap his thigh and his expression turns cruel for a millisecond before he pulls himself out of me and gives me a second to breath and my vision to return to normal before he thrusts right back into my mouth, forcing me to swallow him down and taking me hard.
Gagging hard, tears stream down my cheeks. He comes down my throat, throwing back his head with a roar and I swallow every single drop of cum he gives me. He pulls away too abruptly and zips up his pants, drawing me to standing. His lips find mine, and I kiss him back hard, moaning as he bites my lip.
‘Do you need to feed?’ I ask.
‘Not tonight,’ he growls, his voice full of promise and I feel almost giddy with anticipation.
No one has the stamina that Kor does, and I have a feeling we’re going to be up all night.
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Jane
I open my eyes.It's still dark. I glance at the green, neon numbers glowing next to me. 2:30. I shiver, but it's not from cold. Why do I feel like there's someone watching me? I pull the covers up to my chin, gazing out fearfully into the darkness. An irrational part of me doesn't even want to put my hand out over the side of the bed, which is ridiculous. I'm a grown woman!
I don't hear anything; the house is completely still except for the random creaks that I guess all old buildings have. I huff, finding my courage. My hand shoots out for where I think the lamp is. My fingers smack into the brass hard and I stifle a curse as I fumble for the switch. Finding it, I turn it on, and a warm glow floods the room. I’m alone but as my eyes find the door, I see that it's ajar. I know Theo closed it after he brought up my dinner around eight. Someone’s been in here while I’ve been sleeping. I shouldn’t be surprised. I mean this isn’t even reallymy room, but the idea of them watching me at my most vulnerable leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.
I leave the bed and grab the bottle of water that I left on the tray Theo brought, taking a few swigs. Dinner was nice and I think he even cooked it himself; steak with a baked potato and some greens.
It was better than the unpalatable food Sarge made for me at the diner most nights. I send a silent apology to my friend. I know it was just a job to earn a living for him, it wasn’t like he was trying to be a chef or something.
I sigh. I miss Sharlene. I can’t even call her because my phone is dead, and my charger is in my apartment. I wish I could just go see her, but even when I get out of here, I can’t risk it. It’s bad enough that I didn’t move on like they told me. Technically I left town, I guess, but … what if they find Shar in the dumpster next? What will her kids do? The youngest one is barely eight and she doesn’t have any family to take them. All three would be forced into the system. I can't let that happen. Having had a taste of foster care after dad disappeared, I don't want that for them. Granted, I wasn’t in it for all that long before Angie took me in and reminded me what it was like for someone to really care again … and then I found her after school in the kitchen, beaten, two black pits where her eyes had been, a note laying on her chest telling me to leave and never look back.
I put my head back on the pillow and stare at the ceiling, turning off the light and laying there in the dark, but once I've started on these memories, I know that I'm not going to sleep anytime soon, so I turn the light back on and sit up again.
I should talk to Vic tomorrow, tell him again that I need to leave and, if he won't let me, I need to find a way to escape. I can't stay here any longer and it’s not just because of Sharlene and her kids. The Iron I’s scare me. It’s different than I feel when I get one of those notes though. I can’t put my finger on why, but I’m jumpy. I can't relax here. I always feel like I'm looking over my shoulder, that things are happening around me that I just don't understand.
I roll my eyes at myself. I mean, that's normal for me. I'm pretty oblivious at the best of times. I don't mean to be, it’s just the way my brain’s wired. I’m usually inside myself somewhere, thinking about other things while events go on just outside my orbit.
Trying to distract myself, I stand up and look around Theo's room. He's taken his medical supplies elsewhere since I’ve moved into his room, so the table that was cluttered with interesting doctory things before is spotless and dull now. I find a small drawer in the side of it, and I pull it open, finding the Med school diploma of one Theodore Aramaus Wright. I don’t know what I expected, but Theo’s anactualdoctor.
Huh.
I close it up and go into his closet for the first time, finding it’s the massive, walk-in kind. I catalogue the space. Despite the fact that it’s bigger than my apartment’s kitchen, this might be a good, quiet corner to curl up in when I need some alone time, and don’t want anyone to see me.
Next, I meander to the bathroom and decide to start the Jacuzzi bath. I haven't actually been in it yet. I know it’s a weird time to be getting into the tub, but I can’t think of anything else I can do. There’s no TV in here and the last thing I want to do is go tiptoeing around the Iron I’s house in the middle of the night.
I peel off the clothes I’m wearing, the same ones I wore all day yesterday and the day before … and in bed at night too. They’re starting to smell ripe. I need to go to my apartment— No! Ineedto escape from this fucking house.ThenI’ll get my stuff before the landlady throws everything out on the curb.
I could use some of my clothes … and that's what I'll say tomorrow. If I can get one of them to take me to my place and let me pack my shit up, I might be able to make a run for it. That's going to be Plan A.
I step into the bath and sigh as the hot water seeps into my bones. I'm so tense. I pick one of the bodywashes off the side and smell it. I like it. Inhaling deeply, I realize it must be the soap Theo uses. I like the way he smells. I like the way they all smell, all different … all sexy.
I sit up sharply, the water sloshing over the side a little. Where didthatthought come from?Sexy?I mean, they’re all good-looking. Of course they are. They’re incubi; a species literally made for dumb humans like me to find irresistible when they turn on the supey charm. I’m just so surprised at myself. I don’t usually think about anyone in that way no matter how pleasing they are to the eye.
Mulling that over and not really coming up with a reason for why I might be interested in five demons and not one male of my own species, – well except the horrifying idea that they’re somehowmakingme want them; using their voodoo on me without me even feeling it, which chills me to my very soul – I wash my body with Theo’s soap, finding that the scent calms me down and lulls me into a very relaxed state.
When I've had a nice, long soak, I let the water out and leave the bathroom with my towel around me. I can’t face the clothes I’ve been wearing now that I’m clean, so I don't bother putting them on, sinking into the bed with a long, slow breath out. Turning off the light, I close my eyes and wonder if I’m even going to be able to fall asl—
In the morning,the door swings open and I’m groggy as I open my eyes, but it's not Theo who comes sauntering in like a runway model, it's Paris.
I sit up in the bed, pulling the covers over me as I remember that I didn't get dressed after my bath last night. He doesn't seem to notice I’m naked under the blanket though.
‘Where’s Theo?’ I ask.
