Demon Fall (Resurrection Chronicles Book 9)

by M. J. Haag

  “Ten to twelve.”

  “Exactly. Who’s the easier target?”

  Matt nodded and glanced at Tor again. I put down the computer and nudged Matt toward the door.

  “It’s time for you to go before anyone gets suspicious. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Stay safe,” he said, looking at both of us before letting himself out.

  As soon as he was gone, I turned the lock and faced Tor.

  “Let’s see where these cameras are,” I said.

  He watched me move around the house, inspecting Garrett’s work. There were several cameras in the main living space, collectively angled just right to catch every possible point of entry. There was another at the top of the stairs, hidden on a shelf of knick-knacks that looked recently installed. Another was in the bedroom. It captured the area by the door, but not the bed. I blushed at Garrett’s forethought.

  As soon as I was done inspecting, Tor wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me close. I let the paper flutter to the ground and placed my hands over his.

  “Is it crazy that we spent the day together and I still missed you?” I asked.

  “No. I missed you, too.”

  I turned in his arms and looked up at him.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Very.”

  I grinned.

  “I meant for dinner.”

  He grunted and leaned in to steal a kiss that robbed me of the ability to think or speak for the next several minutes. I loved the way he kissed me. It alternated between all-consuming hunger and gentle brushes of his lips against my brow and eyelids, which made me feel like the most treasured thing in his life.

  “I could do this all night,” I said when he moved to nip my earlobe.

  He growled his agreement.

  “But if I do, then I wouldn’t feed either of us.”

  He sighed and pulled away from me.

  “You are right. This is selfish of me. You must eat.” His gaze dipped to my lips, and I figured he was thinking of letting me go hungry a little longer. However, he surprised me with a completely different thought. “I will watch you move in the kitchen and think of how I will kiss you after.”

  My core clenched at the thought of him watching me cook and fantasizing about tonight.

  “I like the way you think.”

  He sat on the stairs, out of view if anyone happened to try to look in through any of the curtained windows. I left the window in the kitchen open and turned on every light. The computer had music and a decent enough speaker, which I turned up. Anyone watching would witness me having a great time dancing around the kitchen in nothing but a tee-shirt and underwear while cooking way too much of today’s food.

  There was a purpose to everything I did. The lack of clothes showed both a confidence that I was safe and a vulnerability because what man would view a woman in her underwear as a threat? The music showed a blatant disregard of Nat’s earlier threat and, hopefully, called attention to the house in an otherwise quiet neighborhood. The abundance of food was a throw down. If they wanted what I had, they needed to move fast.

  I hoped it would be enough.

  It sure was for Tor. His hungry gaze tracked every shake and shimmy I executed as I made our lavish meal. When I finished and turned off the music, I headed toward the stairs with one plate piled high with a ridiculous amount of food in my hand and two forks in the other.

  He stood and retreated a step, making room for me to ascend but not taking his eyes off me for an instant.

  “Any chance you’ll help me eat some of this?” I asked.

  His gaze flicked to the food, and I could see a hint of impatience in them.

  “If you help me, we’ll finish with the dinner portion of our evening faster so we can move onto the making out part.”

  His gaze heated further.

  “I will help,” he said finally.

  Once we reached the bedroom, though, his version of helping was feeding me bites in between kissing any portion of exposed skin. Not even a quarter of the way through the mountain of food, I willingly set it aside in favor of Tor’s far better idea.

  His mouth set me on fire, suckling my breast through the shirt while his hand cupped me through my underwear.

  “Turn over,” he said huskily, stripping off his shirt while leaving mine in place.

  Trusting him completely, I rolled to my stomach. He surprised me by using his hands on my back, applying the perfect pressure to rub out a knot I hadn’t even realized was there. When it released, he leaned in and kissed the spot before moving on. I groaned, relaxing even as he turned me on more.

  It all felt so good. I melted into the mattress as he worked his way down to my legs with his hands and his lips. The pressure on my calves and the way he used his whole hand to knead the entire muscle had me groaning again.

  “This is just like the backrub that I had at Angel’s house. He really shared every detail, didn’t he?”

  His hands paused briefly.

  “I rubbed away your aches, June.”

  I jerked my head off the pillow and twisted to give him a horrified look.

  “Twice?” I demanded.

  He frowned in confusion. “Yes…this is the second time I have rubbed you. Is it not good?”

  My annoyance melted, and I shook my head at myself.

  “Tor, it’s amazing. I’m upset with myself that there have been two times I haven’t recognized it was you. No, not upset. Mortified. What is wrong with me?”

  “Nothing is wrong with you,” he said soothingly. “You are perfect. I purposely said nothing when I rubbed you the first time. I didn’t want you to ask for someone else. I wanted to feel your skin and make you moan with pleasure.”

  He crawled up my body and dipped his head to lick my shoulder.

  “Tell me I can keep touching you.”

  “Absolutely. Touch away. No areas are off-limits for you. But if I mistakenly don’t recognize it’s you again, I demand you get mad at me.”

  He snorted a laugh.

  “I’m serious. It’s not acceptable. I should know you by now.”

  “I will help you know me better,” he said.

  He tugged at my shirt, and I removed it in a heartbeat. He palmed my backside and used his fingers to rub deep. Angel’s comment about the fey’s willingness to rub anything made me grin.

  “I never knew this would feel so good.”

  He asked me to roll over and worked my underwear down my legs. There was something about the way he settled my legs over his shoulders and looked down at me that stole my breath.

  When he proceeded to take his time, licking me slowly while murmuring how pretty my folds were and how he wanted to taste them all night long, I was fully onboard for his education process. Threading my fingers through his hair, I held on tight as he brought me close to my first orgasm.

  And let me hang there.

  I squirmed and panted and begged.

  “I want more than squeaky noises, my June,” he said, sliding a digit inside to stroke my core. “Who is bringing you joy?”

  “Tor,” I rasped.

  “Tor,” he agreed before using his tongue on me again.

  I writhed underneath him as he drove me crazy, purposely avoiding my clit.

  “Please, Tor,” I begged.

  Rather than giving me what I wanted, he added another finger. I groaned, loving the stretch of it. He surprised me by reaching up with his other hand and tweaking my nipple. It sent the best kind of jolt between my legs, and I made a small noise.

  “I like the way you clench around my fingers,” he murmured, kissing my inner thighs.

  The words alone were enough for me to clench around him some more.

  “I’d clench harder if you put that tongue where I want it.”

  He chuckled against my skin then rewarded me with another round of slow licks that drove me crazy. I was panting and desperate with need when he slid a third finger in me. This time, I hissed out a breath a
t the stretch.

  “No screaming, June,” he said a moment before his mouth closed over me.

  My mouth opened in a silent cry of both agony and delight as his tongue and fingers worked in synchrony to bring me to the edge. I tumbled over willingly, grinding down on Tor, trying to remember to breathe as my eyes watered from the intensity of the sensations. My core pulsed around his fingers, and he growled, not easing up. I squirmed, trying to escape the overload, and he thrust deeper.

  Finally, he lifted his mouth and met my gaze. I could see the unquenched passion simmering beneath the surface.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he said.

  “I’m yours.”

  He stood, kicked off his pants, his erection spearing the air, then he lay on the bed.

  “Show me.”

  I could have played it safe and reached for him with my hand. He no doubt would have loved it if I had used my mouth on him. But I knew what he wanted most from me.

  My legs shook as I leveraged myself up and straddled his hips. He drew a ragged breath as I slicked my wet folds over his length.

  “I know what you were doing,” I said, bracing my hands on his chest as I moved. “Three fingers were a tight fit, though. I’m still worried this is going to hurt.”

  “I will never hurt you. That is why I’m down here and you’re up there. You’re in control, my June. I will do nothing but lie here as you have your way with me.”

  He folded his arms behind his head.

  “How long have you been thinking about this?”

  His expression turned hesitant. I petted his chest and rocked over him more firmly.

  “Tell me, and I’ll do more than slide over you.”

  He groaned slightly and removed his hands from behind his head to grip my hips. To hold me still.

  “When Adam severed his relationship with you, I couldn’t stop thinking about his stupidity and how I wanted you for my own. I craved your taste. The sounds you made. The smiles you gave me. Your touch. Your hugs. Breathing in the scent of your hair as you sleep. I thought of holding you against the wall and thrusting into you while you made your little noises. Over the kitchen counter—it’s the perfect height. On your hands and knees in bed. I thought of sinking my cock deep into your sweet pussy many, many ways.” His eager expression turned troubled. “But then you looked at my cock with fear.” He sighed gustily and lifted his hand to toy with my nipple.

  “Some of my brothers had the same problem.”

  “What problem is that? Too big?”

  He shook his head. “I am not too big, June. I only need to work harder to earn your willingness to see that truth for yourself.”

  I lightly shook my head at him. “You’re a smooth talker, Tor. I like it.”

  Grinning, I gently kissed his lips.

  He drank me in with his greedy mouth and groaned when I lifted my hips and reached between us. The bulbous head of his cock felt like a fist pressing at my entrance. The kiss helped distract me, but not enough. How did he not think he was too big? I broke away, gasping for air as I tried to lower myself onto him.

  “Wait,” he said. He reached between us, lifting me as his fingers delved into my folds before reseating me. The head slid in, stretching me, but not uncomfortably so.

  Tor’s pupils dilated so much they were round and very little green was left.

  Inch by inch, I worked myself down his massive shaft until I couldn’t go any farther. I was full. Too full. Stretched beyond anything I’d ever felt before.

  “I think this is it,” I said, moving cautiously.

  “Up,” he said, his hands lifting me several inches. “Again.”

  This time, I slid down his length more easily. He had me repeat the process twice more. On the final time, our hips met, and he growled.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice tight and his jaw clenched.

  “I do.”

  In a blink, I was under him. He dipped his head to tease my nipple with his tongue, pulling out of me in the process. My core clenched at the scrape of his teeth, and I groaned. He released my breast and gave a shallow thrust forward as he moved to lick the other side.

  When he’d suckled that one into a hard point, he lifted his head and studied me, slowly easing into me. Tor was big. There was no getting around that. He filled me up to the point of aching. But it was an ache that built a fire inside of me. I could feel each inch of him, every slow thrust in and out.

  My eyes kept drifting closed, and he would pause to kiss me senseless until I looked at him again.

  “I love your eyes,” he whispered. “They never saw a monster. Only a man.”

  “Because that’s what you are.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and nipped his ear.

  He went wild, bracing his weight on one arm and using the other to tilt my hips. Each deep thrust fed the fire. He trembled and shuddered above me, moving faster, our bodies slapping together.

  Then suddenly, I was falling without ever standing on the precipice. My mouth opened in a silent scream as I clenched around him and arched. His hungry lips found mine, ravenous in their need to consume every part of me, even the pleasure he gave.

  With one final jarring thrust, he came. The hot wash of his release coated my insides. I quivered around him with a gasp and collapsed.

  He peppered my cheeks and jaw with little kisses, murmuring words I was too incoherent to understand...until he started moving inside of me again.

  I opened my eyes to look up at him.

  “Tell me to stop,” he said softly.

  “Never.”

  Groggy, I left the house just before dawn and almost stumbled down the sidewalk. My legs were sore, and there was an ache deep inside. It twinged with each step.

  Tor had asked me repeatedly throughout the night if I was tired and ready to stop. I’d loved what we were doing too much to deny either of us, though. I should have. Oh, how I should have. Instead, when he’d woke me up in my favorite way, I’d whispered that he needed to be extra gentle while I’d played with his ears.

  At least, I would have today to recover. I could only imagine the greeting I’d get when I returned.

  Ducking my head to hide my smile, I continued toward the wall and waited with the group gathered there. It was a little bigger than the day before. But, I spotted a few familiar faces.

  “Morning, Bram.”

  “Hey, June. You sure you want to go out again today?”

  I gave him a fake-puzzled look.

  “Why wouldn’t I? Look around. People are getting braver now that Matt upped our take. Pretty soon we’ll need to draw straws or something for a chance to go out for food. I’m going to stockpile while the getting’s still good.”

  “I didn’t think of it that way.”

  “What way were you thinking, then?”

  He looked around and lowered his voice. “I heard what Nat said to you. Don’t take him lightly, June.”

  That simple warning put him on the top of my nice list.

  “Thanks. I won’t.”

  Anything else we would have said was cut short by the arrival of the fey and Ryan. They came over the wall like a wave. I watched in awe at their agility and felt a pang of longing for Tor. The way he’d considered me as I’d gotten dressed this morning, and his lingering touches had conveyed an echo of what I felt for him. Somehow, someway, he’d become the air I needed to breathe. I craved the feel of his arms around me and his sweet kisses peppering my face. Despite the soreness a night of making love had created, I would willingly get back in that bed if it meant we wouldn’t need to be apart for the day.

  Ryan’s gaze swept over the gathered humans and briefly paused on me. I ignored it and side-whispered to Bram.

  “Make sure you stuff your jacket today with supplies. As much as you can carry.”

  He grunted in acknowledgement in a very fey-like way that made me grin. He caught on and chuckled while shaking his head.

  “I’m spending too much time wi
th them,” he said.

  “Better to hang around the people who help you find more food than the people who take it away from you.”

  “Words of wisdom.”

  We waited while Ryan and Matt did their usual information exchange then moved out to load into the trucks.

  “Who knows how to drive?” Ryan called.

  I was the only one who raised my hand.

  “We could use you if you’re willing.”

  “Sure.”

  I went to the truck he indicated and wasn’t surprised to see Richard in the passenger seat.

  “How’d it go last night?” he asked.

  I flushed scarlet and pretended to check the mirrors as I answered.

  “Fine. No attempts to break in. I’m guessing they’ll try today while I’m gone. No witnesses. Less risk to them.”

  “Makes sense.”

  “Which is why I emptied all the bagged food into a box for Tor to drop off at the storage shed and left the wrappers in a pile in the kitchen along with a note.”

  Ryan gestured to start up the truck. It rumbled to life under my feet.

  “What’s the note say?”

  I glanced at Richard and grinned.

  “Fuck you. It’s my food. Go get your own.”

  “Are you sure that’s wise?” he asked as I shifted into gear and eased the truck forward without choking it.

  “Yes and no. Provoking them is dangerous. But it’s also the best way to flush all of them out. My guess is that they’ll find the note today, get mad, and make a plan to grab everything I have tonight before I can eat it.”

  Richard looked out the window.

  “How does he feel about that?” he asked.

  I followed his gaze and spotted Tor running along Richard’s side of the truck. My mouth dropped open, and I almost swore before I realized this was a good thing. I’d been nervous about leaving him in the house alone, knowing that he’d likely have unwanted visitors. This way, he was out of danger. But there was also a better chance that the people would ransack the place in a fit of rage and discover the cameras.

  “Based on your silence, I’m guessing he’s not a fan of the plan, either.”