“Yeah, she’s actually really chatty. Really crazy too. Said what a shame it would be to take over my body because she would like to have more demon friends.”
“What else did she say?” I ask.
“Said that she was raised as a human, but about a year ago she kept doing bad things that felt good. Slowly it felt like her body couldn’t hold her anymore and then she was free from the confines of her mortal form. She’s been possessing people since then. None of the vessels can hold her long, ejecting her.”
“You mean, she isn’t possessing and leaving them, she’s getting pushed out?”
“Yeah, or the vessel dies, and she has to leave,” Asmo says.
“And she thinks Blair will be the perfect vessel?”
“She said she’s been blessed.”
Kas and I both furrow our eyebrows. “Blessed?”
“Not in the Jesus, Hallelujah, sense. I’m not really sure what she meant by it, but she thinks she’s perfect and she won’t stop until she gets her. She’s strong, Dax. We need to get her back to Hell fast.”
“How did she take you, anyway?”
“She held the dark object to my throat,” he says.
“How did you get to Adelaide’s?” I ask him, hoping he still has enough strength to answer.
“I found it in the room. I couldn’t hardly think straight enough to portal. But with the address there in front of me, I was able to focus.”
He dozes off and I look between them.
“You got this covered?”
“Yes, but I will need to check on Stevie later.” I nod my head and look at the way she looks at Asmo. Something sinks in my gut, making me realize that it’s the way I look at Blair. “Blair is probably going to be upset when you get there,” Kas says.
“Why?”
“Probably best to hear it from her.”
Chapter 26
Again,IfindBlairin her bed, sleeping in her clothes. Fortunately, not the same clothes I left her the other night. Her hair fans her face against the pillow as she breathes heavily. She’s curled up on her side, no blanket on top of her. A tight black shirt clings to her chest and she’s wearing a black skirt.
I love looking at her like this. Her face relaxed and her mouth pouty. Nothing bothers her when she’s like this. She’s peaceful and pliable. While sleep takes her, no one is after her or disappointing her. Blair deserves everything and I’m here to make sure she gets it, that I give her the best and the darkest parts of me to her, knowing full well she wants them both.
I’ve seen the gleam in her eye when I talk about things I want, and how she admires my violence. We were made for each other and there’s no way in Heaven or Hell that I’m going to let her go.
As I push her hair off of her neck, I notice a few splotches of blood. It looks like she may have been scratched. Anger and fear rip through my chest and I take my shirt off while panting heavily.
She’s mine.
Fuckingmine. And someone hurt her, touched her. I wasn’t there. I was too fucking busy finding Asmo, torturing a demon, and finding dark objects. Is this what our life would look like, me constantly away, not able to be there for her while I do Lucifer’s dirty work? There’s no getting away from what I am and who I work for. But for the second time in my life, I wish I could be something else, something better.
I remove all of my clothes, my breathing heavy as I stare down at my witch. I try to push my dark desires down, knowing that this isn’t the time. But for me it is. I need this proof that she’s mine. That in any state she belongs to me.
She doesn’t even move as my knee hits the mattress and my body follows suit, crawling behind her. Her body is cold from not being covered, and I grab the blanket and cover us. I know I should just sleep, my body needs it, among eating and showering. But at this moment, my craving for her—like this—sweet and content is all consuming.
My fingers graze the soft fabric of her skirt, flipping it up, revealing the delicate texture of the lacy panties she’s wearing. I lift the blanket to look at her ass. The panties are pink and look stunning against it. There’s some slight bruising on her right ass cheek, but nothing that won’t heal in due time. I’m pretty sure if Blair wanted to, she could heal it with a potion or a spell. But she didn’t. She chose to wear my mark, wear my panties that I bought her, in the color I selected. It’s like she’s beckoning me to touch. I’m a demon, an incubus at that. This is my fantasy. She knows this is something I want, and she agreed to, wanting it. There were no complaints when I woke her up by tasting her.
Knowing that she wants this just as bad as I do, my body moves before my mind does. A demon only has so much restraint and mine is gone as my fingers dip into her panties from the front, pushing her plush ass against my hard erection. I grind against her soft cheeks and she doesn’t even stir. I slide my fingers next to her clit, knowing I need to get her wet and ready for me. The idea of her unconsciously knowing that it’s me, that she knows that I need this makes me harder.
I remove my hand and lick my fingers before I begin gently rubbing her clit. I expect her to wake rather quickly, but she doesn’t. Slowly I insert two fingers inside of her warm cunt, feeling a slight clench as she becomes wetter for me. My motions are slow and measured, lazy even. I just want to enjoy touching her like this for as long as possible. I wonder if I can bring her to the brink of orgasm and she can wake up right as it rocks through her body.
