InsistentHunger

by Lyn Gala

  Brady froze, his body perfectly still and his limbs oddly angled as he watched her, the tip of his tongue barely visible between his parted lips. There was a tiny spot of precum just at the tip of the trapped cock and Paige pushed herself up onto one elbow. Moving slowly and watching as Brady’s eyes followed her movements, Paige leaned forward and ran her tongue over the fabric. It dried her tongue so that the skin stuck uncomfortably, but listening to Brady’s small cries made it worth it. She took a second to suck at the tip through the fabric. “Oh God. Fuck. I…fuck,” Brady managed to gasp out before Paige sat up and gave him a calculating look. Brady’s hands fisted the sheets, his knuckles white from the force of his grip.

  “Do you still want to tease?” she asked, knowing full well what his answer would be.

  He scrambled out of his pants, flinging them at the wall where they hit and slid to the floor. She smiled at him, spreading her legs so that the cool air teased her hot valley as she squirmed. Silently and with his gaze focused on her face with this intense expression, Brady settled between her legs. He took his cock in hand and ran the tip of it up and down her pussy, gathering the wetness. “Teasing can be good,” he said, although his voice shook with desire.

  Paige wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled, trying to bring their bodies together. For a moment, Brady resisted, but then he yielded. Paige tightened her legs and his full length thrust deep into her.

  She cried out, her back arching as her body finally got what it needed. Her mouth was hanging open, and a little part of her brain pointed out that wasn’t the most attractive look, but she was too caught, too busy squirming in pleasure as he pulled out and started a slow, steady, maddening thrusting. Despite the slow pace, Paige could feel her orgasm growing, the need to come pushing against her awareness.

  She grabbed Brady’s arms, and with each thrust, she arched her back and tightened her legs to pull him closer. When he gave her nipple a hard pull, Paige could feel herself fall away from the world. She gave a hoarse cry and thrashed as her pussy tightened. Brady’s thrusts came faster now and the orgasms rolled through Paige hard and fast.

  When Brady worked a finger between them, talented fingers teasing at her throbbing clit, Paige’s cries turned to a scream as skin slapped against skin. His thrusting slowed and his breath grew staccato and shallow. She heard him cry out, his hips jerking in an uncoordinated series of short thrusts. He was painfully beautiful when he came. He lost all control and she could see the raw power and raw love as he looked down at her with amber eyes. Paige’s pussy tightened even more, his orgasm sending more waves of pleasure through her. Then he let out a low, deep moan and finally stopped.

  Slumping, he rested his head on the pillow next to her where she could hear him struggle to get enough air in. The funny thing was that she was almost certain he didn’t need to breathe. On the other hand, her lungs burned as if she’d held her breath too long. That wasn’t possible though. She’d been rather vocal throughout the whole session.

  Brady slowly lowered his weight down onto her, his warmth welcome as her body started to recover from the lust that had left her fever hot.

  “Fuck,” Brady breathed the word like a prayer.

  “Good fucking,” Paige agreed, just as out of breath as he was. For a time, they lay, legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other. Sweat gathered between them, and as their bodies cooled, Paige pressed a kiss to Brady’s shoulder. When she’d had other men in her bed, sex had been the high point, with them leaving shortly after. Now though, she just wanted to lie here and feel Brady’s body against hers and listen to him struggle to get his body under control after she drove him past all reason.

  She was almost asleep when Brady’s fingers slipped between her nether lips, finding the little bud of the clit and softly stroking it. Her body twitched happily as she let herself drift gently. They lay like that for minutes or hours, Paige losing track of time as she lay tangled with him.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  They lay there until Brady started moving restlessly. Paige had shifted and now Brady pressed himself against her back, his arm draped over her waist. “Brady?” she asked softly. She felt as though loud words would break the spell that had settled over them.

  “Gavril is down there.”

  “Yeah, he was when I came up,” Paige agreed. However, one glance over her shoulder suggested that Brady was upset. When she turned, she also leaned back against his solid body enough to feel something hot and hard pressing against the soft of her ass. “And I think you have other things on your mind,” Paige pointed out. “Enjoy the recovery time when you’re young,” she teased.

  “As a demon, I—” Brady cut himself off. “You’re giving me shit, aren’t you?”

  “Yep,” Paige agreed. “And I’m hoping you know what to do with that.” Brady needed a little distracting—a little calming. Oh Paige could imagine what Gavril’s reaction was, especially since he had told Brady she wouldn’t come back. That felt like a preemptive strike to keep Brady from making contact with her. However, she’d been dealing with pushy little bastards like Gavril for a long time, and the fact that he was a demon wasn’t going to slow her down. However, Brady’s obvious stress wouldn’t improve anything. And there wasn’t a man out there who didn’t enjoy a little stress relief when he was hot and hard.

  She pressed back and his cock slipped between her legs. The head pressed along the length of her cleft and Paige groaned as that reawakened her need.

  “Oh shit. I can’t think when you make noises like that,” Brady complained, but then he pressed little kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder. Paige lifted a leg and scooted back. Brady’s breath came hot against the back of her neck and it took some scooting and pulling, but the head of Brady’s cock finally slipped inside her pussy. Paige groaned as the sex awoke the delicious soreness she could still feel from earlier.

  One of Brady’s arms slipped under her and curled around her waist. His fingers spread against her stomach and Paige grabbed his hand, holding it tightly as he rocked in and out of her body. This time the climax built slower. With each thrust, he breathed out against the back of her neck, individual hairs moving in the breeze that created. Paige lay her head down on the pillow and wallowed in the sensual pleasure. With him behind her, she couldn’t even reach for him or reciprocate. She could only enjoy the slow, building pleasure as his thrusts moved slightly faster.

  He was moaning now, sucking on her shoulder so that Paige would have one hell of a hickey later. Paige could feel her own body slowly tighten with the coming orgasm, but there was nothing urgent, only a slow drift into blind desire as his cock thrust deeper and deeper. His other hand wrapped around her, but this time fingers crept down to flick at the swollen clit, and Paige’s slow slide into orgasm turned into an express ride.

  Bucking forward, she cried out and Brady started rubbing the clit. Hard. Paige grabbed at the arms that encircled her and Brady’s thrusts grew fierce, driving forward so hard and fast that his thighs slapped against her ass and Paige cried out as her legs stiffened and her orgasm crashed into her. She fisted the sheets and he was pumping into her, his cock feeling thicker as her pussy tightened.

  “Paige,” he groaned, his weight shifting so that she was suddenly on her stomach, pinned against the mattress. Paige threw her legs wide and arched her back, bracing herself on her elbows to give him a better angle as he finished. Brady cried out and collapsed on her. Paige held his weight up in a sort of yoga cobra pose for a half second before she collapsed onto the bed. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel her pulse behind her eyes, and her pussy throbbed in time with it. Her whole body felt delightfully well-used.

  “I’m definitely going to start taking yoga,” she muttered, still pinned by his weight, but this time he didn’t drift off into pseudo-sleep. He rolled to the side, his hand reaching out for the side of the bed.

  “He’s coming up,” Brady muttered, his cock still half-hard and slowly shrinking back to normal s
ize.

  “That’s a nice way to kill the postsex haze,” Paige complained as she sat up and searched for her shirt. She suspected that Gavril had seen more naked women than he could keep track of, but Paige didn’t plan to give him a peep show.

  Brady was in the middle of pulling on his pants when he looked at her. “He doesn’t understand,” he said, and then he bit his lip. It was an adorable gesture.

  “Everyone is confused by something, Brady. For me, it’s soccer. I really don’t understand the appeal. At least with football I can see cute guys slap each other on the ass,” she joked. Brady just looked more horrified.

  “He could hurt you,” he whispered in a horrified voice. Then he straightened up. “I won’t let him,” he said fiercely.

  Paige appreciated the loyalty, but she didn’t figure she was a big enough threat to bother hurting. “Brady, he doesn’t need to hurt me. I’m not going to tell his secrets and he’s already made it clear that he’d rather have a truce with other demons, so he’s not going to intentionally piss you off, not unless you’ve done something so stupid or dangerous that he thinks you’re worth killing.” Paige was certain of that.

  Brady’s face suddenly twisted with fear. “What if he kills you?”

  “With this many demons around?” Paige asked with a laugh. “Like you pointed out, I’d be demonic Paige in two seconds, and then he’d have twice as big of a mess to clean up. I’m not even worried about that.” Paige pulled on her pants.

  “How can you be so calm?”

  Paige looked at Brady while she fastened her pants. “I’ve faced drunks armed with shotguns and drag-racing teenagers with five-thousand-pound cars and no common sense. They weren’t demons, but they could have killed me as easily as Gavril could.”

  “That shows more common sense than most humans seem to employ.” Gavril stood in the open doorway even though Paige didn’t remember the door being open.

  “That’s me,” Paige said cheerfully. “Have you seen my other shoe?” She held up a brown loafer. Even if she was trying to play this off as not a major problem, she could feel fear curl around her spine. Some of that was the wide-eyed panic on Brady’s face. Paige made a mental note to experiment with sex until she could leave him limp and boneless and unable to get himself worked into a panic. She also made a mental note to find out what Gavril had done to him in these past few months. He was afraid.

  Gavril looked at Brady as though expecting some comment, but Brady was standing with his hands clenched into fists, his body a statue with his arms bent at odd angles.

  “I had thought that when he explained the danger of turning, you would leave.”

  “Nope,” Paige said.

  For a moment, Gavril seemed confused by how he should respond to that. Confusing Gavril probably wasn’t good since he’d just become the equivalent of her father-in-law. Given her relationship with her own father, she wasn’t sure how to deal with father figures, so she went with her strength, brutal honesty.

  “Maybe we can lay our cards on the table,” she suggested. Gavril tilted his head, but he didn’t object. “I like Brady. I don’t have a lot of experience with the emotion, but I’m pretty certain I love Brady. I don’t care if he’s living here and loyal to you or living on his own in a cabin in Montana, I’d probably follow. It’d be handy if he stayed in the city, though, since there aren’t a lot of jobs for ex-cops in Montana. I assume,” Paige added with a shrug. “And if Brady thinks that loyalty to you is the best, then I’m going to follow him in that too.”

  Gavril slid into the room, his body language alien in a way that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “And if he is stupid and I must discipline him like a child? To me, he is a child, a newborn dropped into a dangerous world.”

  “Just leave me out of that,” Paige said, her hands up. Gavril was talking about punishment, but Brady didn’t look afraid. From the blush coloring the tops of his ears, he was embarrassed, but not afraid or upset. “You two are demons and I’m not going to get in the middle of whatever demonic business you have going.”

  Gavril jerked back.

  When Paige just studied him, trying to find some key to his thoughts by watching his alien body language, Brady stepped forward. “Why are you so against having humans here? Michael lives here.”

  “Michael will not be turned,” Gavril said, his eyes turning brilliant red.

  “I don’t want Paige turned either.”

  Gavril turned his back on Brady and focused on Paige. “When you grow old or sick or injured, he won’t be able to let go. He’ll allow another to take your body, to hold your memories.”

  Paige had understood that before Gavril said anything. “I know,” she agreed. Again, his head tilted oddly on that long neck.

  “I won’t,” Brady objected.

  “You will,” Paige said just as firmly. “If I’d been there when Dorothy turned you, I would have wanted to save whatever part of you I could. If the only part I could save was the body and the memories, I would have saved that and counted myself lucky to not lose everything.” At her words, Brady’s eyes reddened with emotion. “However, I’ll be gone by then. While I’m here, I’m going to take as much time with Brady as I can. That’s all people ever have when they fall in love.”

  Gavril straightened up. “Imagine all your darkest needs and hatred loosed on the world,” Gavril said quietly, and suddenly the pieces clicked into place. Dorothy had asked Gavril to save her, to turn her, and then she had turned on him and massacred dozens of people. Gavril had sent Hunter after her, and after seeing both Gavril and Dorothy fight, it hadn’t been out of fear. She wondered if Dorothy was Michael’s grandmother and how many humans Gavril had seen lost to darkness. The demon learned from the human memories, after all, and as a cop, Paige knew humans hid darkness deep inside themselves. Dorothy stood by while women were raped to death, and that evil came from the human she’d once been… the human Gavril had once cared so much for that he’d saved her from death.

  “I have my issues,” Paige said slowly, realizing this was the moment when she had to convince her father-in-law that she was worthy or this family would be twisted enough to make her birth family look like the Waltons. “When the day comes, I hope you’ll be there to make sure the child who comes into the world with my memories isn’t dropped into a dangerous world without guidance,” she said, tacitly giving Gavril permission to take her demon in hand if or when the day came. Paige wondered what the demon would think if it moved into a body with this memory—a pledge of loyalty that Paige intended to bind the demon. Then again, Paige really hoped that by the time she died she’d be a hundred and two and so old and shriveled that the demon would have a lot of other problems to worry about first.

  Gavril held her gaze for several seconds before he turned and left the room without a word.

  Paige let out a breath and collapsed back onto the bed. “Okay, he has issues, and as someone with color-coordinated and alphabetized issues, I can say that with some authority,” she said.

  Brady was grinning. “He likes you.”

  She pushed herself up on her elbows. “He walked out without a word,” she pointed out.

  “But he…” Brady frowned for a second and then put his hand over his heart. “I can hear his song and he sings of liking you.”

  “Really?” Paige felt shock all the way down to her toes. At best she’d wanted to avoid hatred and resentment, but in her wildest dreams, she never expected Gavril to like her.

  Brady’s grin grew wider. “Welcome to the family,” he said. With a whoop, he dove for her, scooping her up by her waist and swinging her around. Paige laughed. It was an odd beginning to a new life, but then normal was boring. Grabbing Brady’s shoulders, she held on as he danced through the room, holding her high and spinning them both.

  About the Author

  Lyn Gala started writing in the back of her science notebook in third grade and hasn’t stopped since. Westerns starring men with shady pasts gave way to s
cience fiction with questionable protagonists, which eventually gave in to any story with a morally ambiguous character. Even the purest heroes have pain and loss and darkness in their hearts, and that’s where she likes to find her stories. Her characters seek to better themselves and find the happy ending (or happier anyway), but it’s writing the struggle that inspires her muse. When she isn’t writing, Lyn teaches in New Mexico.

  Lyn welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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