Demon's Dream (19 page)

Mel stood on the top of the Ambassador Apartment building in Indianapolis, Indiana. He looked like some advertisement as he stood there, his long, black, leather duster billowing in the breeze. He peered down at all the people walking below, scanning for one in particular.

It had been months since he had seen her but he could spot her from miles away, her stance, her purposeful stride, her gorgeous blond locks bouncing as she sauntered down the street were extremely distinguishable. It was only as she got closer to the building’s entrance he noticed the subtle changes to her physical appearance. She was leaner, more muscular, harder. He had seen the reports of her continuous attacks by demons which he suspected were sent by Jes, even though he had no proof, until his visit.

Clarissa entered the building he stood upon. Spinning on his heal, he entered the roof door. It had been locked but human locks would never stop him. Casually, he strode down the steps. She was just letting the door shut behind her, her attention elsewhere when he pushed it open and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. Mel stood there with his back against the wooden entry and waited.

Almost immediately, Clarissa stopped and lifted her head, her back still to him. Her heart raced as his scent hit her wolf senses full force and she had to swallow past the excitement which suddenly took ahold of her. “It’s been a while. What do I owe this honor?”

She turned slowly to face him, her breath catching in her throat. He was even more handsome than she remembered as he stood there in a long black duster opened to reveal his black shirt and pants, pulled tightly across his frame.

“I’m here to warn you,” he replied quietly, his eyes drinking her in. She was as beautiful as she was the last time he saw her months ago. Her leaner frame only enhanced her natural beauty. He couldn’t believe he was standing here so coolly when all he wanted to do was crush her against him and taste her lips with his.

She chortled. “Warn me? Of what?”

“Yes. Warn you the attacks you’ve been enduring are planned. Concentrated in an effort to garner the gem from your possession.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Really? No shit, Sherlock. You could have saved the waste of your precious time of informing me about something which was so obvious. I kind of figured it out all on by lonesome.”

Mel folded his arms and took a relaxed stance against the barred entryway, crossing one foot to rest over the other as he leaned back slightly. He had to admit she still had her spirit and it made him quirk a small smile.

“You don’t understand. They are being directed by a God, for not only dominion of the pantheon but to start a war which will annihilate or subjugate the humans.

“So what am I supposed to do that I’m not already doing? In case you didn’t catch my meaning, surviving and protecting the stone?”

Mel ran his hand through his hair and pushed himself from the door to stand in front of her. “Being prepared is part of the prevention.”

She couldn’t stand him being so close and not taking him right then and there. Her stomach clenched tightly and she had to put distance between them. His words the last time they were together still ringing in her ears.
‘If you think I’m that shallow....I suggest you be gone as soon as possible before I do something we both regret.’

She moved to the wide ledged window and stood looking outside, silently. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, her back still to him, “I was unaware it was a God but I did figure out that someone or something was sending all these creatures to try and kill me in order to get the gem. I must admit, however, the repeated assaults are getting quite old, quite fast.”

Mel watched as she turned away from him to head to the window. The sway of her hips as she sauntered, the tilt of her perfectly round ass as she cocked her stance just made him want her with an aching need he had denied himself since she had left the Hell Realm. He couldn’t help imagining her squirming under him in pleasure. Before he even realized what he was doing he was behind her, his hand on the window ledge, braced on either side of her. His warm breath against the skin of her neck as he whispered in her ear, “I’m proud of you. I know it hasn’t been easy.”

Although she stood stiff at first as he leaned over her, she melted against his hard body as his words impacted her. His praise surprisingly meant everything to her, touched her heart. The feel of his closeness thrilled her. Every doubt she had tortured herself with evaporated into nothingness.

“No it hasn’t but then you did warn me to expect this and it’s still preferable to running and hiding from the Whippers,” she tried to retort lightly, teasingly but it came out strangled, hoarse.

He was so tantalizingly near, her body instantly responded to him. She could feel her own moisture pool between her legs with his proximity, her stomach clenched even more.

Mel paid no attention to her response. He realized he shouldn’t have come. He should’ve left after he warned her. He should’ve walked out the door after he saw her but his feet, his body had other notions. He thought he had more control. Had he known otherwise, he wouldn’t have allowed himself anywhere near her. As it was, he couldn’t leave her at this moment.

His body hardened and he moved one hand off the wooden edge to wrap around her throat lightly as he tilted her head back so he could capture her lips. He pressed his whole figure along her frame, pushing her up against the windows ledge, holding her as she surrendered to him. His one hand never left her swan-like column, while his other gripped her breast massaging it. He could feel her nipple harden even through the layers of cloth that prevented skin to skin contact.

He slid his hand down to her waistline, slipping under her blouse. His warm palm traveled up her smooth stomach, her skin velvety soft. She tore her lips from him and moaned deeply, her whole body instantly alive and on fire. She should push him away. How could she allow this to occur? Yet, she wanted to give in, needed to feel good, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. She reached behind her and grabbed his ass, squeezing it slightly. His lips on the nape of her neck and down her back shoulder sent chills throughout her body and heated lava from her core. Her inner muscles tightened as he pushed his engorged manhood against her backside, straining his pants as he rubbed against her.

His hand slipped under her waistband, delving his deft fingers towards her slick heat. He wasn’t surprised to find her soaking, ready and desirous for him. She would have sunk to the ground had she not been pushed against the ledge so tightly, with his own molded body holding her immobile. She was a pool of delicious nerve endings, each bursting as his lips moved from one side of her neck to the other and used her back shoulders as the gateway between the two. His fingers slipped into her swollen lips, sending electric pulses through her inner core and into her womb. Turning her head, she reached behind her and captured his lips with her own, her passion flowing through their mutual osculation.

He fondled her core, rubbing against her clit with his thumb as he pushed a finger inside of her sheath. He could feel her channel muscles tighten around his digit as he played with her g-spot enjoying the mewing sexual sounds she made as he brought her to the heights of pleasure. He knew she was visible. All anyone had to do was look up to see her expressive features or her head bobbing as he continued to thrust against her from behind.

He remembered from past experience her neck was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones and he planned on letting her ride the waves of ecstasy before he stripped her bare and took her wildly. To protect her, he used his powers to black out the window. He made it one way viewing. Whereas they could look out, no one could see them.

Her need so great it didn’t take much playing with her to get her to the edge of glory quickly. She reached behind her, clasping his head to her skin, her head thrown back, panting, whimpering softly as she began to crescendo. She squeezed her eyes shut while his hot breath was against her ear as he whispered softly to give her the final push she required, “Come for me, baby.”

And she did. She quivered against him as she rode the waves of mindless delirium, finally sagging back against him as she twitched slightly. Mel pulled away from her, scooping her up as he carried her down the hallway. He paused a moment and looked at her cradled within his arms. He growled, impatiently.

“Which room?”

She was still trying to catch her breath as she responded, “End of hall.”

He gave a curt nod and kicked the door open with his foot before using the same appendage to shut it. He almost threw her on the bed then quickly dissolved both of their clothes into nothingness. He gazed down at her perfect body, his own hardened member twitched in painful anticipation. The dark look in his eyes made her breath hitch. He stalked towards her, pushing his way between her legs as he forced them open to accommodate his need. Leaning down, he captured her lips, his leaking shaft pressed against her opening.

She arched her hips slightly and he slammed his cock deep inside her in one hard thrust, while his well-toned arms held his upper body hovering over her. He paused a moment to let her vagina expand to fully accept his girth before he gyrated against her slowly. He was going to make this last. All the need, all the loneliness and yearning he craved for evaporated once he took her into his arms. He knew this was a brief respite, a happenstance unexpected and unplanned for. Should Nana or any of the other council elders learn of his seeing her, he might be paying for it later. Right now however, she was worth it.

He had forgotten what it felt like to be inside of her, thrusting against those muscles that tried to grasp onto him and sent those wicked chills through his balls and up his body. He had been remiss in remembering how wonderful she tasted as he brought his still damp fingers to his mouth to suckle her very essence from them. He enjoyed seeing her eyes darken lustfully as she ogled his fingers slipping in and out of his rounded mouth in the same slow manner as his manhood pushed in and out of her womanly sex. He rode her slowly, needing the depth and fullness of the experience.

Neither spoke as both knew it would break the spell which wound around them for this brief moment in time. They realized this was a circumstance which shouldn’t be happening, yet couldn’t be prevented. Like an inevitable whirlwind, they were meant to have this union, this small island of happiness before the rest of the universe pulled them apart and closed around them again.

Duties and time were against them both, so they willingly stole what they could and made it last. Hands roamed bodies, limbs intertwined around each other. His fingers gripped various parts of her body so tight, he was positive bruises would be seen there. Her nails scraped and clawed at his back, she was sure she would find his skin under them. Their passion built as he continued to establish an age old rhythm.

Mel pistoned faster, his aching need became more desperate. He grabbed some of her hair and wrapped it around his fingers tightly, pulling slightly. Clarissa arched against him, meeting every thrust with one of her own. Her body’s excitement grew to exponential proportions having never really, fully recovered from her earlier orgasm. She moaned, one of the few sounds heard from either of them. His heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin and his occasional deep, low growls the only other cacophony with in the room. She wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer but she needed something for that final push. As if sensing what she craved, he gave a hard thrust as he buried his face against her throat, his hot seed ejaculated out of him and into her slickness. As his heated bodily fluid coursed through her tightness, it sent her careening down the slippery slope of explosive climax.

Mel held her close, unable to move, not that he wanted to anyway. He was content here within her arms. He found a peace he had never known existed in the long eons of his existence. He realized that was what his life had been too, not living but existing. She awoke something deep within him he thought didn’t exist, or he was incapable of feeling. Now he had to give it up again. The very notion haunted him and pinched his heart tightly. Reactively, he tightened his hold around her as he moved over to the side, pulling her with him.

She curled about his form, her head on his chest as she listened to his rapid heartbeat slowly quiet.

“When do you need to go?” she asked softly, hesitantly, not really wanting to know the answer.

“I should never have come.”

“Why did you?”

He was quite for a few moments. For the first time, totally at a loss for words. He would have to analyze his feelings, something he had never allowed himself to do before to really have an answer to her query. Uncharacteristically struggling for a way to vocalize his thoughts, he spoke hesitantly, quietly, “When I found out how you had been targeted, I couldn’t stand by without making sure you were aware of what was happening against you. Once that idea was in my head, the notion of seeing you, even for just a brief moment became enslaving. It was all I could think of, all I wanted. I couldn’t resist the temptation of casting my eyes upon you and once I did, I couldn’t fathom not touching you. It was an unstoppable avalanche once started, I was unable to halt.”

Mel sat up, propping himself on his elbow while he looked deep into her emerald eyes. His free hand gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as he cupped her cheek.

“I’m sorry, Clarissa. I shoved you out of my home and away from me not because I wanted to but because I had to. The elder council had imposed upon me the stricture that you be removed permanently from my realm. I couldn’t keep you as much as I wanted you to stay. You had a duty and a responsibility in this realm and mine would only have kept you in danger from creatures far worse than what you’re experiencing here. I was also forbade to interfere or protect you in any way. I had to follow their orders no matter how vexatious they were, a hierarchy I could fucking care less about but must acknowledge in order to protect the world. What is the saying? The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one.”