A Demon's Dark Embrace: An Elite Guards Novel (9 page)

Chapter Eleven

Olivia moved in bed, her body aching with need. She moaned as something replayed through her mind, and the image of it undid her. She’d dreamt about him again, and he’d done magical things to her pussy with his tongue, his mouth—and had he really sucked her juices from her fingers?

Looking down at her body, she groaned as she found her panties in her hand, and her pussy aching. What the hell? The last thing she remembered was returning a file, and then nothing. She sat up and looked at her white skirt, damp from her body’s fluids.

Had she finally had an orgasm, and
missed
it
? Why was her body on fire, her nipples sore? They felt as if they’d been pinched hard. She brought her hand up and tested one, finding her bra gone, and nowhere to be seen from where she lay on the bed.

She looked around her small room and gasped as her fingers found her pussy soaking wet, with a memory of Justin licking her aroused sex rushing back. Dream, or a memory? She heard her own rushed intake of breath as she allowed her fingers to slip inside the swollen desire of her sex.

Why was she soaking wet? When she tried to get herself off, she never got this wet. Not even dreaming about Justin, which, if she was honest, was a hot dream. But this one? This one was different. It was as if someone else had been in control, and she’d been a passenger.

She closed her eyes, and laid her head on the feather softness of her pillow, and let the distorted dream come back. Her mind was hazy, but she saw herself displayed for Justin, and watched as he became distorted, and turned into beautiful creature—no, a monster.

His blonde hair turned black and grew longer. Her fingers itched to test the silky lengths of it. Silver and black patterned eyes watched her, swirling slowly as she dipped fingers into her own flesh, and she felt it. The heat of his eyes as she slowly seduced him. His skin turned red for a moment and then back to a pale ivory, and she gasped, her body needing his touch.

She recalled moving to him, straddling his massive body. Her most sensitive flesh rubbed over his enormous cock through his jeans. Fuck, he was huge. She felt the subtle sensation of a pending orgasm. Something about this dream was all too familiar.

She watched through a trance as her own hands bared her breasts. No indication of why, or when she would have done this, but she
felt
it. She couldn’t make out the words being said, or what the meaning of it was, but as she moved back to the desk and spread her pussy, he followed.

Her heart beat wildly as his hands splayed her flesh, his mouth slowly moved to her needy core. She hissed as his tongue darted out, and he followed the trail of her arousal until it reached her pussy.

She cried out as his mouth moved to devour her flesh, darting inside until she thought she would surely explode. He did it for several moments, his tongue consuming her. This creature between her thighs was magical and purely sexual.

She felt the gentle push of her body, the tightening in the area he tasted with his mouth. The knots in her belly eased with each hungry stroke of his tongue. He parted her flesh for better access, then right when she thought she’d surely shatter apart, he stopped.

She sat up and looked around, wondering where the hell that thought or dream, had come from, and shook it off. The Guild was protected from monsters, and she wasn’t an idiot; whatever had just been in her vision, or her body, had been a monster. A monster that looked much like the description the kid gave her of that Demon in the alley.

Settling for a cold shower and a lot of soap, she tried to dispel the wanton image and the tension in her body. Yet every time she closed her eyes, she saw the monster again, doing shit with his mouth that made every one of her girly parts throb with need.

She jotted it all down on paper. From the being’s dark silver brands that ran up his forearms, his pale skin that turned red, to his silver eyes that had black patterns swirling in them. Everything she could mentally pull from her mind was placed on a note and shoved into her nightstand.

Eventually, she left her small apartment, and those damned images kept replaying in her mind. She considered calling in sick, and then thought about what she’d say.
I’m having dreams of a monster doing really bad things, really well to my lady parts, so I need the day off?
As if.

She moved through the long, winding hallway until she almost ran into Cyrus. He was backed by a handful of heavily-armed Enforcers, which made her heart rate spike. 

“I was just coming to find you,” he snapped. “Last night, the wards went off, and we got video of something interesting in the library. Over at the study carrel Alden and Justin have been using,” Cyrus said, his eyes narrowing on her. “You were there. So tell me, what the fuck was inside that office with you?”

“Wait…what?” she whispered. Her eyes misted with tears as the words and images replayed through her mind.

“You were inside that room last night,” he accused, his tone condemning. “We have video of Justin going in, you arriving, and Alden leaving. It later shows you leaving, but there is nothing on the video of Justin exiting the carrel.”

“No, I wasn’t. I swear!” she cried, her mouth growing dry with the knowledge of what could happen. She was being accused of being a traitor! “I did have a dream,” she offered. “Like I was there, but that I wasn’t in control,” she admitted.

“Do you understand how that sounds? Can you prove you weren’t in there last night? Because I can prove you were,” Cyrus said with a knowing smile that sent chills racing up Olivia’s spine.

“No,” she whispered. “What are we going to do now?” she asked hesitantly, knowing she was more than likely about to be sent to Seattle to be interrogated by people who specialized in torture.

“You can help us. Show us that you’re not a traitor. We need to question Justin and since Alden was his sponsor, he too will need to be questioned. You can help us take them in. The choice is yours, but you have to decide now,” he whispered softly as he brought his hand up to touch her face. “Choose wisely, for it would be such a waste of one so young if you didn’t make the right choice.”

“I’ll do whatever you need,” she said softly, her mind on the kids of the Guild. They’d been through enough, and she was constantly worrying about what would happen if she wasn’t around to help them through the trying years until a class was chosen for them to specialize in. Plus, if there really was a monster in the Guild, her kids were in trouble.

Cyrus smiled victoriously, and one of the Enforcers handed Cyrus a bottle of wine that he offered to Olivia. “Tonight you’ll go to Alden and Justin, and you’ll get them both to drink this. If you don’t, and we have to confront them, it could be a fight to the death for our Enforcers. This will knock them out, but since Justin probably isn’t Human, you’ll need to use more than just a little. I trust you can entice him into drinking it?”

There was accusation in Cyrus’s eyes, and she fumbled for the right words. “What if they’re innocent?” she whispered through tears.

“Oh, my sweet Oliva, what if they’re monsters?” he countered. “Monsters you’ve been giving unlimited information to. Did you know Alden’s niece went over to the Fae? Justin stays with Alden like a bodyguard when he is here, have you noticed that? I believe they have been using you this entire time to pass information to the Fae, which makes you an accessory to the crime. Do you know what the Guild does to traitors? They tie them up and slice their skin apart, and open veins until they are helpless but to beg for mercy. You and I both know that the Guild has never shown mercy to traitors.”

Her hands trembled as she accepted the wine. “What will you do with them?” she asked through the tightening of her throat.

“That’s not your worry; you should be worrying about how to get Justin to drink the wine,” he said with an angry gaze as his eyes slid down her body.

Olivia winced and nodded.

“This is your time to shine, Olivia; to think like an Enforcer would. Our women know how to tempt the Fae, and how to seduce them. Use it, and whatever else you need to use, in order to capture the vile monster that’s been using you to get information from us. If you fail, you’ll be handed over to the Seattle Guild, and no one will be there help you. Help us capture Alden and Justin, and I promise to stand up for you.”

“Do I go to work now?” she asked cautiously.

“Yes, but I’d change into something more desirable than that drab outfit. Use your body; it is a foolproof plan when trapping Fae. They can’t get enough of Human pussy, so maybe get yours a little wet beforehand. They can smell need, and it will only add to his desire to have you at his mercy. When you have his attention, use the drink and if it fails, use this,” he said as he handed her a little strip of vellum. “Get it on any part of his body and it will do the job. Don’t fail us, Olivia.”

Olivia watched as the Enforcers turned on their heels and followed Cyrus back down the hallway. She hadn’t met any of them before today and was sure Seattle had sent their best soldiers to capture the threat inside the Spokane Guild.

She returned to her small apartment and finally allowed the sob to escape her lips. Tears streamed down her face, and she swiped angrily at them. This wasn’t fair, and Alden couldn’t be a traitor, he just couldn’t be!

The images of the monster came rushing back, and she hiccupped as the image of him between her legs bombarded her. She’d been there, and he’d really done it. He must have fed from her and tried to take the memory. She knew Fae were capable of taking memories and images from the minds of their ‘dinner’s.’ The dream must have been her memories resurfacing. She’d been an unwilling victim in a role she hadn’t known about.

She straightened her spine, resolve setting in, cementing her knowledge of what needed to be done. If there was a monster inside the Guild, it was her duty to protect the children against him, even if she had to be bait.

Moving into her bedroom, she changed her clothes, pulling on black lace stockings and attaching them to a provocative garter belt. She removed her simple cotton bra, replacing it with one that pushed her small breasts up and showed perfect cleavage. She slid on a short dress that was black and just long enough that anyone
really
looking would see a glimpse of the lace of her stockings.

She stared at her reflection, then glared at it. “You’re going to do this because the kids are in danger. They have no one, and you owe them this. A monster was between your legs, Olivia; how do you plan to pay him back?”

She didn’t expect the image of the nymph in the mirror to respond, but she did look hot. The edges of the stockings showed perfectly, and the fact that she’d forgone wearing panties wouldn’t go unnoticed if he was an immortal Fae.

He’d smell her sex coming a mile away.

She released the tight bun she’d worn earlier, allowing her hair to cascade down her back. “Suck it up. You can do this. You’re a woman, and he’s male… He’s a monster, but he’s male. He wants you. Goddess save us all, Hecate, please help me,” she sent up a silent prayer to the Goddess of the Witches and left her apartment.

And may the Goddess have mercy on Justin and Alden, because the Guild wouldn’t.

Chapter Twelve

Activity took over the Guild and increased Enforcer shifts started up as Ristan watched. A flurry of activity was never a good sign, and considering he’d sifted out the night before, it could be that, or it could be that something bigger was going on.

His eyes scanned the men and the activity in the library beyond them. He could see Olivia, her red hair standing out, even in the dimly lit cubicle she often used when the library started to close down. He headed back up the second level of the Guild where the offices of the Elders were. He rapped on the door and swiftly entered Alden’s office. Once he had the door firmly closed, he didn’t waste a moment on pleasantries.

“It’s time to get you out of here,” Ristan announced as he tried to keep his mind off what Danu had done. His feeding at Vlad’s club had gone on for hours with multiple partners, and yet it had done little to curb his hunger. Nothing seemed to stop his need for the little redhead, which bothered him.

“The kids? Do you have a plan for them?” Alden countered as Ristan continued to stare out the window.

“They’ll be fine, but if we’re discovered, you know the laws of the Guild better than I, old man,” Ristan replied. “They’re up to something.”

“There was a breach; you know anything about it?” Alden asked, his eyes finally lifting from the files he was thumbing through.

“Maybe, but this is something else. When did they bring in more Enforcers?” he questioned.

“This is exactly what happens when they think the Guild has been breached. It is protocol,” Alden said as he returned to examining the file.

“It’s time to start planning your exit strategy. The kids will survive, but I for one don’t want to be here when shit hits the fan, and we both know it’s about to. The Mages are getting bolder, and they managed to infiltrate the Horde stronghold, which means the chances of them being here are very high.”

“I won’t leave those kids at the mercy of monsters, and neither will you. I know you; we’ve spent enough time together that I know you would protect them if the need arose.”

“Be that as it may, it’s too dangerous for us. We’re outnumbered, and I watched them painting wards in blood that would prevent me from sifting you out. That alone is enough to tell me that I need to get you out immediately. I made a promise, old man, and I’d like to keep it.”

Alden watched Ristan thoughtfully as he considered his words. They both started at a soft knock on the door.

“Enter,” Alden called and Olivia’s sweet face peered around the door.

“Hey,” she said shyly, Ristan felt his cock bounce to life as his balls grew tight with need. Her juices had created an obsession, and he wanted nothing more than to finish what he’d started. Only this time, he wanted her to be fully aware of what he was, and who she was fucking. But that would never happen. He could convince himself of anything, and he would make sure nothing more ever happened with her.

“I finished an entire archive today,” she said as she held up a bottle of wine. “Help me celebrate?” she asked hopefully, her eyes sliding from Alden to Ristan, moving away from him quickly.

“I’d love to, but…”

“No,” Ristan said, stopping Alden from continuing. “We would love to,” he amended and watched her as she moved into the room in a sexy getup. He was curious to see if she realized what had happened with her body the night before.

“I’ll grab glasses,” Alden said as he moved into the little room attached to the office.

“You’ve been finishing a lot of those dusty archives, so what makes this one so special?” Ristan asked, his eyes watching her for any sign that it was once again Danu inside Olivia’s body, or anything that might be off. Olivia’s request was odd, as he’d never heard of her celebrating after she’d finished any of the archives she’d been working on.

“I finished all of the records that came to us from Rhode Island. It might not seem like much to you, but it’s pretty huge to me,” she whispered as she moved deeper into the room. When Alden reappeared with glasses, she smiled.

She handed Alden the bottle and smiled again as she sat beside Ristan. He could see the lace top of her stockings, with the delicate hooks that kept them in place. Her dress was shorter than she normally wore; his cock jerked in full awareness of the skin she was brazenly showing.

She was up to something, and he wanted to know exactly what it was. Ristan looked over Olivia’s head to Alden, who nodded subtly in acknowledgment of her closeness to him. Her legs grazed his innocently, and even as the older man gave his approval, Ristan wasn’t sure he trusted what she was up to.

Olivia watched Ristan. Her shyness wasn’t feigned, but her mind kept replaying what had happened in the study carrel, and with her memories, came a rush of juices that made her feel like a traitor. Alden silently poured the drinks, and Olivia sent a silent thanks to Cyrus who had sent back another Enforcer with a blocker that would prevent her from falling asleep as they were about to.

They each held up the wine, and Alden made a toast that made her chest hurt with what was about to happen. She drank deeply of the red wine, swishing the rich berry flavor around in her mouth before swallowing it.

Alden poured them all a second glass, and his phone rang. Olivia waited until he moved into the other room, and then she turned on the charm, or she hoped she had, since this creature, whatever he was, had already fed from her.

She watched his nostrils flare, and as she snuck a peek at Alden returning to his chair, she noticed Alden’s eyes at half-mast, his head drooping slightly. Her head swung back around to Justin, who glanced curiously at Alden. Olivia panicked and moved quickly, gently pushing Justin back down in his chair. He slowly sat back, his eyes narrowing on her.

“Olivia,” he whispered softly. “This is a bad idea.”

“I want you,” she blurted, her eyes lowering with her shyness, as she lifted her skirt so she could straddle his lap. Her heart raced; her breathing hitched in her throat as she rubbed her wetness over his bulging cock. “I’ve dreamt of you,” she admitted as she leaned over and brushed her lips across his softly, innocently.

Her hands rummaged through his hair as he groaned against her mouth. She was seriously in trouble if the patch didn’t work. His hands moved to her hips, and his eyes lifted to hers as he opened his mouth to kiss her, and she allowed it.

She could almost pretend he was Human. Her sex dripped with moisture, and his dick was pulsing hard enough that she could feel it. Bump, bump, bump. She moaned softly as his tongue parted her lips in a seeking kiss.

Electricity shot through her, unlike anything she could have imagined. His tongue captured hers, and she moaned softly against his mouth. Her hand wrapped around his neck as she placed the patch on his skin, and then she cried out as he jerked to his feet, dropping her on her ass.

“What the fuck…” he whispered as he swayed momentarily. Her eyes widened in horror as his skin turned porcelain, and his gray-blue eyes changed to silver and began to swirl in a pattern. His hair was black, and a lot longer than it had been, and he was fucking huge!

He fell on top of her, causing her to scream as his fingers dug into her skin as he struggled against the mixture of the drugs and the vellum spell. “Fucking Witch! I’ll hunt you down, and I’ll take what I want from you,” he whispered as his words began to slur thickly. 

“I’m so sorry,” she cried, but as she lay beneath him, the doors of the small office burst open and Enforcers rushed in, Cyrus trailing close behind them. “I did it,” she whispered as the Demon’s weight pressed against her. She could see Alden now, as she lay on the floor, his eyes watching her with a wounded look of betrayal.

“You did it, sweet girl,” Cyrus said, and he smiled coldly. “Detain all three of them, and take Alden below with the creature. The raid has already begun. The entire Guild is being eliminated.”

Olivia’s heart stopped. “What?” she whispered brokenly.

“This wasn’t just about one traitor, sweet girl; it’s about an entire Guild of them. Why do you think we started moving Enforcers from here to Seattle? Alden has tainted everything he’s touched,” he said, and nodded to the Enforcers who awaited his command. “Take her with them, but don’t kill her; she might still be of use to us,” Cyrus said as a giant of a man stepped in beside Cyrus and looked at Olivia with inhumanly clear blue eyes.

“Secure the Demon; he’ll awaken shortly. He’s already fighting the drugs,” the man said. Or, the being said; he wasn’t a man, and he made Olivia’s eyes hurt as she stared at him. He was a little bigger than the Demon, and his long hair was so blond, it almost looked silver.

“Bilé, we want the weapons. You promised us more weapons that could restrain and debilitate the Fae,” Cyrus said as he dismissed Olivia from his mind, and smiled with an ugly, twisted look on his face as the being pulled out golden rods and handed them off to Cyrus.

“If you think of using them on me, be warned that they will not work as you think they will. We have an understanding, and if you cross me, you die,” Bilé said. His image swiveled, and then he looked as Human as the men around him. He swung his head back to the unconscious creature on the floor. “Besides, you have quite a weapon right there. You have no idea what you captured with your pretty little bait. If you bring that one enough pain, he will draw the biggest prize you could imagine here whether he wants to or not. They are connected.” Bilé chuckled and the sound scared the hell out of her.

Olivia felt hot, angry tears as she was yanked out of the room by Enforcers, then the entire building shook as an explosion sounded. Doors swung on their hinges and dust from the brick and mortar trickled around them. The earth at Olivia’s feet shook, making her eyes water from the dust as her ears rung from the explosion.

“Let me go,” Olivia pleaded, but the men ignored her. One held her arm painfully while the other took in her outfit.

“You look like fun, sweetheart,” he sneered, his mottled hazel eyes sliding down her body with unmasked hunger that made her step back, only to be yanked closer as the man squeezing her arm held her there.

“There are children in the building! Babies!” she pleaded as tears slipped from her eyes to run, unchecked, down her cheeks. “Please; you’re Enforcers. You’re supposed to protect us!”

“Wrong,” one grinned. “We’re not here as friendly Enforcers, and let’s just be honest, sweetheart, we’re not really even Enforcers. So why don’t you just shut up and enjoy the show?”

Oliva watched in horror as Alden was dragged out, blood dripping from his face; something had been done to him while he’d been unconscious from her deed. She’d done this. She’d trusted Cyrus, and now they were harming those she’d vowed to protect.

A man ran out of one of the many offices, only to be shot by one of the men who stood with her. The false Enforcers dragged her down to the library level where she saw Darrin, another librarian stop and hold his hands up in surrender; he too was killed. She sobbed as more people rushed in to see what was happening, only to be killed. Gunfire and screams sounded from the upper floors of the Guild, and Olivia cried as she slid to the floor, covering her ears.

“Stop, oh God, please just stop! They don’t deserve this. They’ll surrender, just stop killing them,” she pleaded, to no avail.

It wasn’t until she caught sight of the kids huddled behind a row of bookshelves that her heart stopped. She held her finger up to her lips and placed her hands over her eyes. She mouthed the word hide, and the moment the men moved to chase down some of the other librarians, she kicked off her heels and bolted to the kids. Some were from the secondary class, the rest were kids from her primary class, and they were huddled around one of the younger apprentice librarians, Lexie, whose leg was bleeding profusely. 

“Follow me,” she begged softly, helping Lexie as she applied additional pressure to the single gunshot on Lexie’s leg. “I need you guys to be as quiet as you were when we trained for the drills. Can you do that?” she whispered, and helped Lexie up from the floor.

“They’re going to find us,” Ashlyn whispered as her bottom lip quivered. “They shot Miss Lexie; they’re going to shoot us, too.”

“Not if we can reach the catacombs; we can hide in there,” she whispered. The kids followed as she assisted Lexie, who was somehow managing to hold in her cry of pain as she began to move deeper into the shelves of the extensive libraries. “Now, when we hit the reception area, I need you guys to move quickly. There are monsters here, so we need to be silent, but really fast.”

“Miss Olivia, will they kill my mommy?” Sarah asked, her baby cheeks stained with tears.

“I think the Guild is fighting back, honey, but right now I need you to be brave. I need you to do as I ask, and I need you to do it quickly,” Olivia said as she counted heads of the primary class and came up short. “Where is Michael?”

“He hid by the bathrooms,” Lexie said as she tore a small bit of fabric from her skirt and proceeded to tie off the wound. “I couldn’t get to him.”

“Okay, I’ll go back for him as soon as you guys are safe in the catacombs. Can you walk?” she asked, noting the blood already pooling and soaking through the fabric.

“I think I can, but, Olivia, it’s bleeding really badly,” she admitted as she met Olivia’s terrified eyes.

Olivia knew based on the amount of blood flowing down her leg that Lexie’s femoral artery had been hit and felt bile rush to her throat, but she refused to let it come up. She swallowed past the sob and shook her head. That was death; Lexie was bleeding out, and Olivia didn’t have a single strip of vellum or a wand on her to do a healing spell to at least attempt to stop the blood flow. “You can make it,” she promised.

Lexie nodded, and as more rapid gunfire erupted, she moved with the kids deeper into the catacombs. Once they were secure in one of the passages that led to the tunnels, she sat with Lexie. Her wound was pouring blood from the strenuous effort it had taken to get them into the tunnels.

“Tell my mom I was brave today, Olivia. Tell her I did well,” Lexie whispered as she held onto Olivia’s small hand.