A Demon's Dark Embrace: An Elite Guards Novel (5 page)

Chapter Six

The halls of the Guild were almost empty as Ristan moved through them, his eyes scanning for unseen threats as he followed behind the librarian. She seemed sweet, and yet he never took anyone or anything at face value. Shit was never what it seemed, and the moment you let your guard down, you died. Now that she was finished with her duties for the day, it seemed that a little invisibility glamour and a bit of nosing around might be in order.

He slipped silently by her and into her apartment, catching the subtle scent of jasmine as he passed her. She could be innocent, but she could also be guilty of being in league with the Mages. They’d all seemed innocent at first, right up until they’d started stealthily attacking the Fae.

The Mages blamed the Fae for not being welcomed into the High Fae Castes, especially not on equal footing, as they were Changelings and not fully Fae. They’d never even bothered to come to the Horde, but then again, they hadn’t wanted to be a part of the Horde. They wanted to be accepted, but every Caste had those they easily accepted, and those they didn’t. Acceptance didn’t mean equality, though; this was something Ristan knew all too well.

The Mages were half -human, and to the Fae, that used to be a death sentence. They were mortally flawed, as they aged, and the Fae were vain in their immortality and inability to die from natural causes. Who could blame them? They were frozen in time, at the age of their Transition, or close to it. Who wanted to watch as someone withered and slowly died as they aged? Granted, a Changeling’s lifespan was a lot longer than a Human, but aging was still inevitable.

Of course, the Horde would have taken them in, had they asked. They’d been open to any Fae or creature that could in some way add to their numbers. Instead, the Mages had let their anger fester over time and had become monsters in their own right. The Mages had been systematically trying to destroy the Fae, and Faery itself, in retaliation. The Fae had traced the Mages back to the Guild’s doorstep, where they’d been hiding in plain sight. The hard part was separating Witches and Warlocks from the Mages, and figuring out who was actually there to protect the Humans, and which ones were using the cover of the Guild to destroy the Fae.

Ristan swiftly slid into the entryway as he searched the room for any damning evidence. It was a small apartment with a kitchen and separate bathroom, living, and sleeping rooms all only a few steps away from each other. He caught sight of pictures—or, more to the point, frames. Olivia had walls of frames, with the original sample pictures they came with still displayed in them.

He moved his eyes to the slim female as she moved inside the room. She removed her shawl and slipped out of her flat sandals. She stretched and moved to a docking station on the counter, popped her phone into it and touched an app for an oldies station. Ristan smiled, approving of her taste in music as the Beatles’
I Saw Her Standing There
came on and her head bobbed to the beat. She softly muttered a spell and the music spread to the other rooms of the small apartment.

“Kit?” she called, her eyes moving around the room. “Kit cat, if you don’t come out, mommy can’t feed you,” she called out, and then started dancing her way to the bag of cat food. She shook the bag, and moved around the small room, searching for the feline.

“Bad kitty,” she said, her eyes passing over Ristan, and then slid further through the room. “I swear, if you got out, and you get me into trouble…” She let the threat hang in the air unspoken.

Ristan looked down as something curled around his ankle and meowed.
Found the pussy.
He smiled; yeah, he was a pussy fucking magnet. He carefully pushed the cat with a gentle foot and smiled as Olivia’s face lit up as she caught sight of the cat.

“Damn, Kit, you gave me a scare. You know they’ll boot you out if they discover I took you in. The Guild doesn’t allow animals in the apartments,” she chided lovingly, and Ristan narrowed his eyes on her.

He shook off the thoughts that popped in his head. She loved animals; who said the Mages wouldn’t love them as well? Who says evil people didn’t have pets? He moved further into the apartment, listening as she started singing along to the radio while watering her plants and chattering to them. For such a quiet little thing, she had a lot bottled up in there that she seemed to only feel comfortable saying to the cat and plants. She had a small snack in her kitchen, cleaned up, and then she moved into the same room as he was currently heading into.

He watched her from the empty corner of her small, but perky, bedroom. More of the frames with images of the model families filled them, even in here. Only one frame hadn’t been bought and placed directly on the wall.

A picture of a woman with a pregnant swollen belly and coppery hair was on her nightstand. The woman’s eyes were a vivid aqua blue, and if he guessed right, it was Olivia’s mother. The background setting showed a little farmhouse with a white picket fence that surrounded it. By the vivid coloring of the tree leaves, he guessed it was taken somewhere in New England.

His eyes slid back to the woman at hand, and he paused. She was undressing. Fucking hell, he should look away. Right? He looked to the door and found the cat watching him carefully. Yeah, he knew he should leave, but he couldn’t muster the willpower to actually go.

Not like he could if he actually wanted to. Sifting inside the Guild was something he had never tried. It was well-known that there were wards in place to prevent Fae from sifting in or out and he had never wanted to give them a hint of his being inside of the walls of the Guild. Too much rode on him being here.

Instead, he moved closer to the wall in the corner of the bedroom and slid down it. She had porcelain skin, almost alabaster in color, with a few beautifully placed freckles. He held his breath as she lifted the shirt and revealed a simple white lacy bra that was sheer enough that he could make out pink nipples that begged to be nipped and pinched.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He preferred exotic women, ones who enjoyed kinky fuckery, things like nipple clamps and other toys that could make a woman scream as she discovered new passions. He swallowed as she stepped out of her skirt, and yes, his eyes slid to the thin slice of fabric that barely contained the wispy red curls of her sex.

Fuck me, she’s perfect,
Ristan said in his head, his eyes taking in her slim thighs and firm backside. She rummaged through the closet and tossed a few things on the bed before she bent over the dresser as she searched for something.

He waited as she left the room, and it wasn’t until he heard the bathwater that he actually groaned. He caught it and ran a frustrated hand over his face. Hadn’t he considered that she’d come home and bathe? No, because he hadn’t thought that far ahead.

The cat moved further into the room and jumped on the dresser. Its green eyes centered on Ristan as it lay down and watched him from its lofty perch. The little bastard was looking at him accusingly. He frowned, but c’mon, it wasn’t like he’d followed its mistress into the bathroom, which was exactly what he’d wanted to do.

He stood up and went to the door, his eyes scanning the rooms before settling on one that looked like an office. He entered it, uncaring that he was being stealthily trailed by the curious feline. He was almost to the office when he heard a soft moan, and his head snapped up, turning to the noise escaping from the bathroom.

He wasn’t going in there. No way, no how, right? He continued into the small office that doubled as a small library, took in the neatness, and frowned. This wasn’t neatness; no, this was OCD. Olivia was either a germaphobe, or she had a serious case of OCD.

He took in the minute details of the room, like how the one blanket on the recliner was folded perfectly, as in a perfect square. It had one corner that stuck out, and if he could guess what that meant, he was sure she could simply pull that corner, and the entire blanket would unfold perfectly.

Books were stacked in the single shelf in alphabetical order, and he smiled as wild romance titles stuck out, each one alphabetically placed. He moved to the shelf and ran his finger over the top, bringing it back up to his eyes without a single speck of dust. He shook his head and moved around the office, opening drawers and files, but finding nothing but documents about the Salem Guild.

Salem?

He turned as another moan sounded from the bathroom, followed by a frustrated groan. He smiled; so the little minx was having issues reaching self-climax? He heard the water shut off, and finished nosing through her things.

He opened one of the Salem files and studied several documents regarding a Witch named Carleen. He read a part of one, which detailed how Carleen had signed the birth certificate naming Olivia before the labor pains had grown too fierce. In the end, she left the father’s name blank, and the child was left with her own last name. Carleen had died during the birthing, and they’d delivered the child by caesarean.

His eyes scanned the pictures of the violent birth and took mental pictures of the instruments used in the surgical procedure. Caesarian births were unheard of in Faery and he couldn’t remember seeing anything in Synthia’s baby books about it. His heart thudded as he considered what kind of life Olivia would have had if the Guild hadn’t been there for her.

He’d often been against the Guild, but in this one instance, he was thankful that it existed. Children deserved to be loved; they were innocent. He’d often sat in the grave fields in Faery, and looked at the nameless graves of the children who hadn’t made it.

The sickness was overtaking his home world, and it tore him apart to think of how the Mages had targeted the young and innocent of his species.
They
hadn’t been the ones to reject the Mages, and in their bitterness, they’d struck at the heart of his people. They’d poisoned the lands, and in doing so, they’d poisoned the babes. If the land didn’t accept the babes, they perished.

He pushed the files back into the drawers perfectly and moved from the office back into the bedroom as Olivia exited the bathroom in a towel. Her hair was loose and mesmerizing in its fiery beauty. It was a beautiful contrast in color against her silken white flesh; perfection. She sang out a spell in time with the music that turned it off as he slid back into place in the corner and ran his hands over his eyes.

He should have waited, but if she shut the door, he’d be stuck on the other side. She moved around the room, and he listened. Listened to the sound of her as she removed the towel, and it hit the ground with a soft thud.

His heart began to thump harder in his chest, which surprised him, and he dropped his hands from his eyes. He caught sight of her as she lowered a silky baby blue nightgown over her head. His eyes followed it as it caressed her flesh, slowly slipping to the generous white orbs of her perfect ass. He swallowed slowly, his eyes remaining on her firm backside.

He’d tap it, and he’d pull that fiery red hair as he fucked her. Fuuuuck… He shook his head and brought his knees up to rest his elbows on them. His cock was locked and loaded in hard-as-fuck mode. He lowered his eyes to it, and considered gripping it to see if it would relieve the massive pressure he was experiencing, but he wasn’t some kid; he was a Demon, one who got a lot of pussy. Pussy basically fell on his cock all the time and he took full advantage of that shit.

Yet here he was, with a raging hard-on for some green-as-fuck virgin. He knew she was; she smelled too pure to be otherwise. He watched as she pulled a thin sheet back and climbed in bed. She looked around the room and got back up slowly.

“Kit?” she called out and the cat came rushing into the room and once again moved to its perch on the dresser. “Good girl,” she whispered just before she closed the door, sealing all three of them inside her room.

Didn’t see that shit coming! Ristan almost banged his head against the wall, but gently placed it there instead as the lights were turned off and a bedside lamp was clicked on. He watched her as she lifted a book and began reading it.

She grunted. “Ninny,” she whispered as she picked up a sexy-as-fuck pair of glasses and put them on. “Better,” she uttered as she began reading silently.

It was going to be a long night.

He whispered a camouflage spell around himself, just in case he drifted off to sleep, only to wake up to his cover name being whispered. He jumped, his eyes instantly alert to any problem, but there wasn’t a problem. Olivia was asleep; the sheet she’d used for cover against the cold had slipped from her body, revealing her naked ass.

She said his name again as her hand absently lowered to those lovely red curls. He smiled, knowing he should leave, but unwilling to. She was dreaming about him; well, sort of. She was dreaming of an Enforcer who didn’t exist.

Her lips parted on a moan as her fingers delved between her slick folds. She was wet, and his nostrils flared with the knowledge of it. His eyes glued to what her hand was doing, and he could see that in her innocence, she was doing it all wrong.

She wasn’t touching that little love button, the one that could invoke sweet screams from her lungs. Her fingers slowly trailed up the slit, and then, as he watched with his cock fully saluting her fumbled attempt, she slipped a slim finger inside.

He moved his eyes away from her hand and lifted them to her face. Her eyes were barely open more than a slit, but were on him. He could feel his magic that supported the glamour as well as the camouflage spell, which meant she wasn’t actually looking at him, but he’d be a fucking fairy if she wasn’t thinking about him, and it made his cock throb.

He turned his head and looked at the cat, who sat watching her as well. The cat mewled, and looked at Ristan accusingly. As if the little fucker hadn’t been watching the sweet pussy get fucked as well? Fucking animals, all of them, including him.  She whimpered and both of their heads swung back to her, and Ristan had to fight the urge to show her what she was doing wrong.

She worked it, abusing it as she struggled to pull an orgasm from her sweet flesh. Moisture pooled, glimmered and showed his greedy eyes proof that sweet pussy was soaking wet with a need to be fucked. Fuuuuck, this shit only happened to him.

He pushed his back into the wall and inhaled the fragrance of her jasmine bath oils mixed with the musky smell of her swollen flesh. She added another finger, and Ristan fisted his hands as he imagined his own fingers invading her tight sheath.

She’d come then, because he’d be sucking that fucking button of her flesh until she exploded her juices on his face. He moved stealthily to the bed and got a much nicer view against his own better judgment.

Her nipples were hard, pushing against her thin nightgown. Her legs were spread, and she was moving her fingers clumsily. Inefficiently. The pace she’d set was slow, and wouldn’t be allowing her to come anytime tonight.

He smiled and considered helping her, but he would be damned if he burnt his cover just to get some sweet-as-fuck pussy off. His mouth watered for a taste as even more juices gathered on her fingers while she continued to delve them inside her tight flesh.

He forced himself to go back to the corner and wait it out. His cock throbbed painfully against the rough jeans he wore. He held it and wondered what she’d think if she was faced with his ten-inch cock—which he only knew was ten inches because a pixie thought it would be funny to measure it. Considering her innocence, she’d probably run. Even some of the more experienced females he’d taken had to stop and consider it for a few moments before getting back with the program.