Page 1 of Hooked on a Demon
CHAPTER1
Declan
This—right here—is how he hopes to die, his face buried between the thighs of a gorgeous woman as she rides his face into oblivion. While she moans her release, screaming his name along the way, Declan releases a satisfactory groan into her delicious pussy.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping his face, his partner for the night moves to the floor and spreads his knees. Taking his cock in her hands, she begins to stroke. Declan Grace is many things: expert mechanic, funnyman, upstanding citizen, and, of course, younger brother to the demon lord and supernatural council member Lachlan. But, according to the woman kneeling before him and now hungrily sucking his dick, he’s also a god and the best she’s ever had.
As tension builds at the base of his spine and his left leg starts to twitch, Declan drops his head forward. “Fuck you look good with my cock in your mouth.”
As she swirls her tongue around the tip, he wraps her ponytail around his fist and thrusts into her mouth. She greedily takes every thick inch of him, moaning around him while gazing at him through her lashes. It sets him off, and he grunts his release, pouring his hot cum down her throat. Releasing her hair, she drags her tongue up his dick slowly, making sure to suck an extra time before fully releasing him. Her hand lands on his chest as she pushes him backward. Declan lies back on the bed, and she crawls up his body, meeting his mouth and kissing him deeply. He can still taste himself on her as it mixes with her lingering deliciousness on his tongue and fucking Hades, if it doesn’t get him hard all over again. She palms his quickly hardening cock, opens a condom package, and rolls it down his length. She hovers over him, lining up with her slick cunt, and slides down to the base. Fucking hell, she’s so tight. Her head tilts back. His hands find her tits, and she rides him into the sunset.
Waking a couple of hours later with her leg draped sleepily across his and her body curled into him, Declan feels the panic inside begin to rise. The contact feels nice, but he knows he can’t stay here. He never does. Looking over at her, her face hidden behind her curly blond hair, he feels a pang of regret, but if he’s going to sneak out, it needs to be now.
He groans internally, not wanting to make a sound, as he slides a hand under her leg and lifts it ever so slightly to give himself room to slide out of the bed. Once freed, he locates all his clothing and dresses hastily, checking occasionally to ensure he hasn’t woken her. He glances one last time at her perfect ass and swears to himself before silently leaving her room, moving through her apartment, and out the door.
Standing in the hall, he releases a breath and shakes his head. This isn’t the kind of guy he wants to be.
Is leaving before she wakes the cowardly way out? Absolutely.
But does it help prevent her from getting hurt? One hundred percent. He would rather risk an angry partner discovering he took off after one hot night than either of them getting attached and it inevitably ending because he’s not boyfriend material. He never has been.
Making his way home, he stops and picks up a coffee and breakfast sandwich, knowing he won’t have enough time to eat before heading back out again to get to the shop in time to open. He pulls into his driveway, throws his truck in park, and enters his home, where he is greeted by the most excited giant ball of black fur.
Two big black paws land firmly on his chest, nearly knocking him over. “Good morning to you, too, Buckley. Were you a good boy while daddy was out?” He ruffles his hands through the mop of fur on Buckley’s head before leaning in to squish his face and kiss his forehead aggressively. “Do you want some breakfast?” Buckley drops to the floor and begins dancing around him. “Yeah? Let’s go get you some grub, Bucks.”
Dropping his keys on the counter, he sips his flat white, tilting his head back and relishing the taste of the creamy brew as it floats over his tongue. Buckley, eager for his food, headbutts the back of his leg, almost taking Declan out at the knee. “Alright, alright. It’s coming.” Declan gets the container from the cupboard and collects his dish from the sink. While Buckley is a Newfoundland, a giant-looking beast, he is friendly as all hell and would rather bowl people over and lick their faces. Declan adopted him about a year ago as a puppy, which was the best decision he ever made. When he was younger, he never really understood the draw of having a pet. But being able to come home and have someone eagerly awaiting his arrival, excited to see him no matter how long he’s been away, is the best feeling ever. Buckley almost knocks his food out of Declan’s hand before it reaches the floor, causing Declan to laugh and pat the happy fool’s head. “Here ya go, ya monster.”
Leaving Buckley to his feast, Declan checks the kitchen clock and notes he doesn’t have much time before he needs to be at the shop. He takes another sip of coffee, and his mind begins to wander back to the taste of last night’s partner on his lips. His dick twitches in response. He single-handedly pulls his shirt over his head as he moves upstairs, heading to his shower. One last round would have been great, and despite his brain’s reminder that they needed to get out of there as quickly as possible, his dick is insisting on another release.
His pants fall to his knees, and his dick springs out of his boxers as they slide down his hips. The fucker is standing at full mast as a bead of precum glistens on its head. He palms his hard cock, lazily stroking it as he reaches over with his other hand to turn the shower on.
With the water hot enough, he steps in, letting it run down his body. His eyes close as he leans forward, placing a forearm on the cool wall; he hangs his head, letting the water flow down his back while his other hand grips his cock more firmly and begins gliding up and down his dick with intention. His mind focuses on last night and the feel of her hot pussy wrapped tightly around his cock. The feeling of sliding into home, again and again, and the little noises she’d made as he slammed into her from behind. How she forced herself up and leaned back into him as he pounded into her delicious cunt. How his hand fit around her bouncing tit while she played with her clit as he filled her over and over.
His hand pumps furiously as he chases his release. Images of her mouth wrapped around his dick and how she looked up at him while on her knees flicker in his mind and the thought of how she so greedily swallowed his release leaves him grunting under the streaming water, spurting hot cum down the drain. Panting, he slowly glides his hand along his softening cock, getting out every last drop wishing he was covering her ass again instead of the drain.
Fucking hell. His dick is pleased for now, but he’s going to have to make sure he keeps his thoughts on work during the day, or he’ll have to write himself up for indecent behavior.
Once he composes himself again, he finishes showering, dries himself off, and dresses for the day before returning downstairs. He lets Buckley out the back door to do his business, and the jovial mop of fur bounds outside, chasing after birds and barking at them to get off his lawn. Thankfully, Buckley is quick about doing his business, and by the time Declan picks up his keys again, the giant beast is curled up on the couch, already snoring. With his mostly full coffee and breakfast in hand, Declan pats Buckley on the head and walks out the door.
On mornings like this, he’s happy he moved to Leeside. One, he’s now closer to his brother Lachlan and his sister-in-law Petra. Two, he doesn’t need to drive the hour from Beckton to his garage in Leeside anymore. He loved living in Beckton but he realized that most of his life was taking place here in Leeside. Family, friends, work. All of it was here. So the move was an easy decision.
He makes it to the shop with minutes to spare before opening. He unlocks the door, turns off the alarm, and turns on the lights. He places his breakfast on the front counter, then flips the sign to open.
CHAPTER2
Declan
While being the brother of a demon lord and a beloved supernatural council member has benefits, living in the same town as his powerful brother hasn’t come without its troubles. Everyone knows who he is. Which means everyone seems to know his business, whether Declan wants them to or not. There are eyes everywhere, though Declan has to give his brother credit, as he does his best to stay out of Declan’s business. Lachlan helped to raise him after everything with their dad went down, but no longer a trouble-making teen and a hefty thirty-two, Lachlan trusts Declan to make his own choices. For better or worse.
When he opened his auto shop, publicly backed by Lachlan’s support, the Leeside community latched on quickly. Business took off, and because the community generally trusted Lachlan, they trusted Declan by association. For a new business, Declan knew it wasn’t a bad place to be.
A few years later, the regulars have stuck and new customers are consistently coming in. Hellbent Motors has been busy enough and he’s thought about expanding, but it’s a lot of time and money he doesn’t have at the moment. As such, they remain where they are, and he hires staff as needed to help meet the demand. And he’s grateful for every single one of his staff who has found their way to him. They are clever, motivated, and make his days easier.
“Hey, Sebastian, can you watch the front desk for me. I gotta step out for a bit,” Declan says to one of his service techs. “And can you let Chloe know she needs to check the rotors in bay three?”
“Sure thing, boss,” Sebastian says before running into the shop to find Chloe. He returns a moment later, rag in hand, as he dries them off before sitting at the computer.
“Thanks, bud.” Declan claps him on the shoulder before walking around the desk and heading out the front to his motorcycle.
