Let Sleeping Demons Lie: Godhunter: Book 25

by Amy Sumida

  “I know, but what are we going to do about that?” Azrael asked. “Do you need help? Do you have any idea where we should be looking? You were so certain you'd find them and it's been days. We don't have much time left.”

  “I understand your anxiety,” Brahma said. “But I don't know what direction to point you in. I've been asking the Hindu Gods if they've heard from or seen either Dhumorna or Katila, and no one has. Without a clue to go on, I'm as lost as you are. But I've put out the word, and I'm confident that someone will see them and inform me soon; the Hindu Pantheon is too large to hide from.”

  “Waiting for someone to spot them isn't good enough,” Azrael said. “My father is going to send demons out after Dhumorna and Katila if we don't find them first.”

  “I know, Azrael,” Brahma said gently. “I'm trying my best.”

  “It's not good enough!” Azrael growled.

  “Azrael!” I snapped and stared at him aghast. “He's trying to help.”

  Az looked at me, grimaced, and sighed. He turned back to Brahma. “I'm sorry, Brahma; I'm really worried about my father.”

  “It's okay, Azrael,” Brahma said immediately. “I know how it feels to worry over a loved one and not be able to do anything about it.”

  Brahma took his wife's hand and kissed it as if he treasured the fact that he had her there to kiss.

  “I hate feeling helpless,” Azrael growled.

  Trevor made an odd sound that was almost gleeful. It was so soft that I wouldn't have heard it if I hadn't been sitting beside him. I looked at him sharply, but he stared back at me with an open, curious expression that made me think I must have misheard him.

  “Give me one more day,” Brahma said. “Someone has to know where they live, at least . I'll find that out, and we can start there.”

  “Thank you, Brahma,” Azrael said sincerely.

  “We're all family here too,” Brahma said. “We'll find Dhumorna and her son, and we'll handle this.”

  Everyone started to stand and make their goodbyes. There was nothing more to say. I was about to get up and walk everyone to the tracing room, but Trevor's hand slipped onto my leg and he leaned forward to set his lips beside my ear.

  “I need to speak with you,” Trevor whispered.

  “Now?” I asked in surprise.

  “The meeting's done,” he pointed out.

  “Yeah, okay,” I agreed. “Give me one sec to see the Squad out.”

  Trevor removed his hand slowly; sliding it over my leg. I stood and made my way around the room. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, and my stomach started to flutter in anticipation. I had a feeling that I knew what Trevor wanted to “talk” to me about.

  After I'd seen my guests out, I let my other husbands and boyfriends know that I was going to be with Trevor for awhile, and then I went back to where he was waiting. Trevor looked a little tense—sweat beading on his brow—but he smiled at me as I took his hand.

  “Where would you like to have our conversation?” I asked him with a knowing lift of my brow.

  “You choose.”

  I took Trevor's hand and led him through the kitchen and then down the hall to one of the guest rooms. It was an inner bedroom without windows; perfect for a tryst. Trevor locked the door behind us and turned to me with a wicked glint in his eyes; confirming my suspicions. I smiled back. It was as I'd thought; Trevor needed to scent-mark me.

  There were things you have to deal with when you're with a shapeshifter; animal instincts that affect their behavior and needs. Trevor gave me a part of his wolf soul in a Froekn ritual that was even more binding than marriage. He needed to touch me at least once a month or he'd start to die from soul-separation. But that wasn't a problem for us anymore. The current issue was the claiming; the possessive instinct of a froekn to mark its mate.

  Wolves mate for life with a single partner. Monogamous to the end. Which meant that Trevor being in a relationship with me was difficult for him on an instinctual level. My lioness magic took care of most of that—bonding him with my other lovers in a brotherly rapport that made them feel as if they were my elite protectors; a Pride within a Pride—but the wolf in Trevor still had needs. It could deal with the scent of my other lovers on my skin as long as I occasionally gave him the opportunity to cover me completely in his scent.

  And so, there we were.

  Trevor's honey eyes heated as he slowly looked me over. “Take off your dress,” he said softly.

  My heartbeat sped up as I reached behind me and unzipped my dress. I eased it down as I held his gaze and then pushed it over my hips to let it fall to the floor in a puddle of soft cotton. Trevor inhaled sharply as his gaze lowered to the red lace of my bra and then down to my panties. He was shaking—just a slight vibration—but it was obvious that he was trying to control himself.

  “Get on the bed,” he said. “On your hands and knees.”

  I frowned at him; Trevor wasn't usually so demanding. But he could get strange if his wolf needs were pushed aside too long. I kicked off my shoes and got up on the bed with my head facing the wall. I could hear his breathing pick up as he approached; the soft padding of his feet telling me that he'd taken off his shoes. I flinched when he touched me; his hand was so cool on my hot skin. He laughed low in his throat as he slid his palm over my ass and then up my back.

  My bra fell open with a flick of his fingers, and then Trevor pushed the straps down my arms with both hands at once. He drew his hands back up the inside of my arms in one fluid motion and slipped them around my breasts. His broken breaths were on my cheek as he weighed my breasts in his palms and then kneaded them.

  “Very nice,” he whispered in my ear before flicking his tongue over my earlobe. “I'm beginning to understand.”

  “Understand what?” I asked as I glanced up at him.

  But his focus had shifted back to my ass. His fingers slid into the sides of my panties and pulled until they were halfway down my thighs. I started to lift a hand to pull them off, but he stopped me.

  “No; stay as you are,” Trevor said as he moved behind me. “I'll tell you when to move.”

  I shivered; this was getting strange. But then Trevor's trembling hand slid between my legs and lightly stroked me. It was just the barest touch of his fingertips across my sex and that made it all the more erotic. I arched my back and started to tremble too.

  Trevor laughed again; that sexy, satisfied rumble he made when he had delicious plans for me. His hand went up over my ass and across my back again. But this time, he pushed down firmly on the nape of my neck until I leaned forward and pressed my face to the comforter. Then he stood back and admired me.

  “Spread your ass for me,” he growled.

  I flinched. I knew those words. I angled my head to look at Trevor, and he narrowed his glowing gaze at me.

  “Do it!” He snapped.

  “You talked to Blue,” I whispered in horror as I started to sit up.

  Something in his eyes flickered before he smiled. “I did. It was very illuminating. Now, put your face down and spread your ass cheeks with your hands.”

  I stared at him for a few seconds more as my stomach clenched in anxiety and anticipation. Maybe this was just what I needed; my husband to replace the memories I had of Blue with ones involving him. Maybe that's why Blue told Trevor about it; he was trying to help us both. The least I could do was give it a try.

  I held Trevor's gaze as I reached back with my hands. His whole body shook violently as I eased myself open, and I blinked at that in surprise. I hadn't expected him to enjoy this so much. But then again, he was an alpha wolf and dominance was an alpha trait. Maybe I'd been neglecting one of his needs. Was it too much to ask that I let him have his way in the bedroom every now and then? No; it wasn't.

  Trevor moved slowly behind me, and I heard his breathing grow labored. He yanked my panties down; pulling my legs together a little as he tore them from me. Then he shoved my knees apart wider than before. I was completely bare to him and a
ll he was doing was staring at me. It was revving up my excitement unexpectedly. I was anticipating his touch so much that when his heavy breath tickled my sex, I came in a shivering, thigh-clenching jolt. Then Trevor's tongue flicked over me, and I came again. He growled—a surprised and deeply aroused sound—and shoved his tongue inside me.

  I screamed as I pressed back into him and ground myself on his face. But Trevor drew away; shaking violently. He growled something beneath his breath, but I couldn't focus on it; I was too deep into my desire and one ear was pressed into the mattress. Trevor came back to me after a few minutes. I was still lying there, holding myself open for him.

  “Roll onto your back,” he commanded.

  I let go of myself with some relief, rolled over, and then slid up the bed. I positioned myself on the pillows and waited for him eagerly. I was wet and he'd barely touched me. This was proving to be a good idea after all. I was dying to see what he did next. Or what he asked me to do. But Trevor didn't climb onto the mattress with me. He stayed at the foot of the bed; watching me with burning eyes and trembling hands.

  “Bend your knees and spread your legs,” he finally said with a labored voice. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

  My face heated as I lowered my hand and started rubbing. Trevor stalked closer as he undid his shirt. He tossed it aside while he kept his stare on me; on my sex and my hands. He undid his pants with a violent tug and his boxers down with them; all without looking away. He was naked in a few seconds, and I groaned with desire. Now, I couldn't look away.

  Trevor's a big man; nearly as big as Thor. His chest is wide and rippled with muscles that a human man would have to spend hours in the gym each day to build. But Trevor wasn't too bulky; nothing unnatural looking. His golden-tanned skin smoothed over the perfect amount of planes and dips that all led my eyes down to his thick manhood; hard and ready for me. His movements were a little jerky as he crawled up onto the bed—he really was fighting the urge to ravage me—and it made me shiver once more. Trevor wasn't just doing this to erase Blue; he was doing it for me—because he thought I wanted this.

  Damn, if I didn't.

  “You're so wet that I can hear your fingers slipping against your pussy.” Trevor licked his lips. “Tell me what you want; do you want me to lick it or fuck it?”

  My blush spread down my chest.

  “Say it,” he growled. “Choose.”

  “Lick it,” I whispered.

  “Lick what?” He grinned wolfishly as he lowered himself between my legs. “Tell me you want me; that you want this.”

  “I want you to lick my pussy,” I said. “I want you badly.”

  Trevor shuddered and then lowered his face to me. I moved my hands to his head and held him there; pressing myself into his eager tongue.

  “Gods, you taste so good,” he growled into me. “I can't wait to fuck you.”

  Trevor rubbed his whole face against me, and I cried out. His finger slipped inside and started pumping steadily; a promise of more to come. And that's when my lust magic burst into life. A red haze spread out to include Trevor; sinking into his skin sensuously. He growled against me and trembled again as his eyes widened. My Lust hadn't come out unbidden for awhile, and it could be a bit of a shock when it did. Even I writhed within its erotic embrace.

  Trevor's finger slipped from my sex and went lower. But not even Lust could make me want that. I jerked back and scowled at him.

  “You know I don't like it there,” I said.

  Trevor's eyebrow lifted. “I think it's time you tried it.”

  “I don't want to try it,” I said tersely.

  “Lay back down,” he growled.

  I flinched in shock.

  “Don't you trust me?” His tone gentled, and I realized it was part of the game.

  I sighed and nodded as I laid back. Lust had withdrawn with his unwanted action, but as Trevor began another round of ardent licking, it started to rise again. His finger was pumping inside me again, and then he slowly drew it downward and rubbed it gently against that other place. I stiffened. He flicked his tongue over my clit rapidly. I shivered, and as I came, he slipped his fingertip inside me down there. It wasn't awful; I could deal with it if it aroused him. But then he started rotating his finger slowly, and his tongue slipped inside my sex. I shouted as Lust rose up and consumed us both. We shook together; caught in an earthquake of ecstasy. When it finally eased, we were both breathing hard.

  “You're amazing,” Trevor whispered as he crawled up beside me.

  Trevor had come with me; spilling onto the comforter. I couldn't remember the last time he'd done that; come outside of me. It made me feel beautiful and powerful even though I knew it was my Lust that had driven him over the edge, not just me.

  Trevor pulled me into his arms; shifting one of his long legs beneath me to wind around mine. He used his knee to move my knees apart and then trailed his hand down to my sex.

  “We're not done yet,” he purred in my ear. “Far from it.”

  “Oh?” I leaned up to kiss him, and he growled inside his chest as he covered my mouth with his.

  I was shocked to realize it was the first kiss he'd given me that night. We'd been so distracted by our little game that we'd forgotten about the basics. But this wasn't basic. Trevor's kiss was savage; his tongue thrusting into my mouth as it had done to my sex. I felt utterly taken by the time he was done.

  And he was shaking again.

  “I think you need to be inside me now,” I whispered as I stroked his cheek. “You don't have to hold back anymore.”

  “Minn Elska,” he whispered brokenly.

  I froze. Trevor sounded wounded; terrified and hurt. Inside me, my wolf suddenly rose, and she started to whimper.

  “Trevor?” I asked in confusion. “What's wrong, Honey-Eyes?”

  “Minn Elska,” Trevor groaned again as his body shook.

  I leaned forward to hear him better, and his arms jerked open.

  “Run!” Trevor shouted.

  My eyes went wide as Trevor shifted violently with stuttering movements; almost as if he were trying to stop himself. I jumped backward and then ran for the door, but he leapt from the bed and pounced on top of me. Trevor jerked me onto my hands and knees and then wrapped a massive, werewolf hand around my throat.

  “Stop fighting me,” Trevor growled as he tightened his hand.

  “I'm not fighting you,” I said in confusion. “You told me to run.”

  I was starting to think that maybe Trevor's wolf had gone crazy. In which case, I needed to tread lightly.

  “Is this part of the game? You want to chase me?” I asked. “Because you're starting to scare me, Honey-Eyes.”

  Trevor's body shivered, and he seemed to relax. He took a deep breath and his hand released my throat.

  “I'm sorry; was I too wild?” He growled; his voice gone into that gravelly werewolf tone. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” I whispered as I looked over my shoulder at him.

  Trevor was magnificent in his half-form; ebony fur coating his massive body, a regal wolf head set upon shoulders gone even wider, honey-colored eyes glowing out of that darkness, claw-tipped hands, and a sleek tail whipping behind him. The only bare skin on him was the dark nipples peeking through his chest fur and the hardened sex between his legs.

  “No; don't stop.”

  Trevor's wolf mouth curved up in a grin as he set his deadly hands to my ass and spread me. I was so wet that he slipped in easily, and instantly howled in triumphant desire. I braced myself as he began a wild bucking; driving me up toward pleasure again. He bent over me—his hands going to my breasts—and set his face beside mine.

  “Do you like this big wolf cock fucking your tight pussy? Do you love fucking your beast?”

  I was surrounded in the scents and sensations I adored; my wolf enveloping me. But something felt off. Trevor didn't get like this.

  “Say it,” he snarled as he drove himself deep.

  “I love
fucking my beast,” I whispered. “I love your wolf cock.”

  Trevor shivered. “That's right; you do. And now, I see why they love fucking you. Your heavy tits, your sweet cunt, those dick-sucking lips, and that tight, virgin asshole. Oh, and your eyes; the way you look at me. Like I'm your personal god. This is a pleasure beyond anything I've ever felt. Was that Aphrodite's magic you used on me? I've heard it was powerful, but I had no idea.”

  I froze. He pushed himself up and grabbed my hips so he could drive into me faster.

  “So fucking tight!” He growled. “So sweet. Yes; you're worth sparing, but I will punish you in other ways, Godhunter. I will fuck you so hard that you'll never want another man. You'll beg me for more, and I will give it to you until you beg me to stop. Maybe I'll make you beg me in front of your husbands... before I kill them.”

  “The only thing I'll be begging you for, whoever you are, is to not die so quickly when I'm ripping out your heart and eating it,” I growled as I shifted into my half-dragon form.

  His eyes went wide with surprise and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as I bucked him off me. He went flying across the room and crashed into the far wall. But he got up quickly, shook off the debris, and stood staring at me with aroused fascination.

  “You just keep on surprising me,” he murmured as he looked me over. “Are you a demon too?”

  “I'm a dragon-sidhe,” I growled. “Who are you?”

  “I am Katila, son of Yama, the God of Death and Dhumorna, the Destroyer of Demons.”

  “How the fuck did you get inside my husband?” I stepped forward furiously on my taloned feet and let my wings spread out behind me.

  Trevor's honey-colored eyes went wide with admiration and his tongue licked his wolf muzzle. But those weren't his emotions; they belonged to his hitchhiker.

  “You are a wondrous woman,” the hitchhiker said. “Join me, and we'll rule Hell together.”

  “Wow; it doesn't take much for you, does it?” I taunted him. “A nice pair of wings and some horns and suddenly you want to rule together.”

  “It's more than your wings.” He smiled lasciviously and glanced down at Trevor's erection. “I haven't wanted a woman this badly in... ever.”