by Marks, Rena
The underground chattering and hissing instantly stopped. The swamp of Luciefyiore was eerily quiet as his words sunk in. Keara stayed just as silent as everyone else, refusing to acknowledge the statement and condemn herself.
But he continued. “That’s correct, Keara,” he said in his slow, breathy voice. “I have chosen you to be mine for eternity.”
To refuse would be scandalous. To agree would commit her. Which way was out?
She whispered meekly, her voice intended to mollify his irrational behavior. “I am not yet through my testing.”
It was a subtle reminder. He couldn’t possibly have her if she was human. Not since the fiasco with her mother. Rules and regulations had been enacted to protect the other dimension since that time.
His voice was sweet in return. “No. But I have no doubts the results of your testing will be most positive. In fact, I’m willing to bet on it, my child.”
His patience at an end, he gave a flick of his clawed hand, the nails wickedly curled, mimicking the smoky tendrils of fog floating about in this realm.
With the casual flick, Keara felt herself flung back into the material dimension. She gasped as oxygen slammed into her lungs, the burn echoing throughout her body, nerve endings tingling in her fingers and toes.
She sat up and glanced around her.
She was back in bed. And Caleb lay sleeping soundly right beside her.
She fought to release the burning pain that hissed through her as she settled quietly back down, trying not to awaken him. She seemed to be safe if his even breathing was any indication. She should try to get some more sleep herself.
After lying there for twenty minutes, she was ready to concede defeat. Sleep was lost to her.
Her mind raced with the words of Enishka. He must have watched her for quite a while for the demon underground to know about her last boyfriend, Dean.
She had loved the full-blooded human unconditionally, faults and all. Unfortunately, the bastard was married. He made all the right promises, he and his wife were mismatched, but he was such a loyal man he had remained with her all these years despite her cruel and abusive nature toward him. Their marriage wasn’t even a real one according to him, his wife suggested on more than one occasion that he take a girlfriend if he desired, for they had no physical relationship and she didn’t want to be bothered.
He was ready to break free, he’d claimed. For Keara. To be with her forever. She was his soul mate, the only one he loved. Had ever loved. She dropped her head into her hands, rubbing her temples tiredly. She could still remember his last comment. Good morning, sexy girl. I am thinking that we honeymoon in Italy & Greece or Bora Bora! I am thinking that I propose to you in the Caribbean and we travel the world making love in as many countries as possible before we die of old age!
Promises, promises. How had she been suckered? He seemed so sincere, so perfect for her. All carefully contrived lies that she bought hook, line and sinker.
And then he walked away without a backward glance. Returned to the wife he was so incompatible with…just like that. As if he’d never left. Possibly he hadn’t.
Her heart smashed to pieces.
He should have been her testing phase. After all, she let him walk without exerting the power she knew she had to force his love. To destroy his life. That alone should have proved her humanity. Made her the better person.
She refused to think of her revenge on the other humans since then as proof of her demonality.
Next to her, Caleb feigned sleep as his own thoughts swirled. He’d heard her involuntarily mutter the name Dean and knew what she was rehashing.
He had been unable to do anything but watch as Keara’s heart was slaughtered by Dean. As much as he wanted to help her, she’d stopped contact with him at that point and he had never been allowed to contact her.
The affair with that bastard changed her personality from a sweet, loving girl to a cynical, harder woman. A woman he still loved but felt helpless to protect. A woman who now battled the existence of her own inner demons.
He knew she blamed herself for what she termed her stupidity. But the truth of the matter was, Dean had sought her out during a weak period in her life. And Keara was stronger than she realized for not turning full demon immediately.
For nine out of ten half-breeds would never have been able to resist the temptation.
* * * * *
She awoke to his liquid brown eyes watching her.
“Good morning. What’s on the agenda for today?” he asked.
She stretched and yawned, the sheet pulling tight and outlining lush, full breasts. He’d undressed her at some point during the night and tucked them both under the covers.
“I need to run by my parents’ house. I’m picking up something from my father.”
“Need company?” His tone was casual, as if waiting for her rebuff.
But this was her chance. She needed him to anchor her to this dimension. With all the soul sucking, she’d given Enishka the power to summon her at will. The visits drained her strength, but by drawing on Caleb’s, she had finally been able to sleep and rest. Besides, she’d see how he’d react to knowing her parentage.
“I’d like that.” She slid from the cool silk sheets and walked naked to the shower. To have him follow her.
The shower spray was warm as it softly trickled down her body. When a comfortable, naked form pressed against her, his chest to her back, he pushed her gently up to the cool tiles.
Her breasts tingled where her hard nipples touched the cold.
She felt the hard strength of his cock pressing against her backside before his finger snaked over her hip to find her stiff clit, where it poked from its hood eagerly.
He oiled his finger with a bottle of moisturizing oil she kept in the shower. He rubbed it erotically against her slit. Her folds were swollen as he explored with the ultimate tenderness.
“Feel good?” he muttered into her ear as he pressed tiny kisses to her temple.
“Umm,” she moaned.
He began to trace circles around her clit, slowly masturbating her as she rocked her hips in time to his hand. He reached around and grabbed the handheld shower head.
“Oh, Caleb, baby…” she said, and had no idea what she was even going to mention.
He sat on the built-in shower seat and pulled her onto his lap, impaling her on his rock-hard erection, but never moving. Just filling her emptiness with him.
“I want you to spray the warm water over yourself,” he said. “Make your nipples tingle, or heat your pussy while I play.”
She took the massaging spray from him and his hand delved back between her tender folds of flesh, pulling on her thickened labia while she sat on his cock. Encircling her clit again, round and round.
“Spray your clit,” he instructed, pressing with the barest movement upward so his embedded cock pressed into the lip of her uterus.
“Ahh,” she gasped, lowering the spray there. “God, it’s going to make me come,” she warned.
“Know what’ll really flip you over the edge?” he asked and didn’t wait before continuing. “Spread your thighs wider and open your eyes. Watch yourself in the mirror through the clear glass door.”
Curious, she lifted her head from his shoulder where it rested. The visual was so sexy, her legs spread wide enough to see the root of his cock where it connected into her body. Her nipples tingled, flushed pink and perky, and the hot spray of water had her clit hard and reddened.
He had been watching this same reflection the whole time she’d been masturbating with the warm water.
And then she just exploded. Waves of pressured release began to roll from her uterus. When she inhaled deeply, triggering her gasps of pleasure, Caleb moved his hips the tiniest movement upward, pressing into her budding orgasm.
She literally fell apart on his cock. She ground herself down onto it, forcing his head as deep as it would go as her vaginal walls tried to swallow it whole. Over and over, ripples rolle
d through her body, tingling spirals setting each other off in every nerve ending of her pussy.
When her waves began to subside, she set the spray aside and moved slowly upward, pulling his hands gently to keep him embedded. When they both stood, she turned and bent at the waist, legs wide, and rested her hands on the bench they’d sat on.
Ass up in the air, she snuggled her precious globes into his cock to make him fuck her wildly. He slammed into her, again and again, until he came with a ferocious roar.
They soaped each other wordlessly after that, glowing and satiated and pressing soft, soundless kisses to one another. Until the warm water ran cold, and they used more kisses as they toweled each other dry.
As soon as they were dressed, they headed out to her car. She was nervous but refused to let it show. If she scared him away permanently, she just didn’t know what she’d do. She was even more reserved than usual as she wondered about his reaction to meeting her family.
He’d be stunned quiet when he saw her mother. Most people were. She was truly the most beautiful woman Keara had ever seen, and for some reason she was made even more lovely by the purity that shone through like an inner light.
And what would his reaction be when he met her father? When he saw the two people who together made her with their combined genes? That she may have her mother’s beauty on the outside, but on the inside she was her father’s daughter?
It didn’t matter, she tried to tell herself. In either case, she didn’t need his reaction. She wouldn’t be seeing him much longer. She would move on to another bar soon.
She just wished the thought of leaving him behind didn’t hurt.
They entered the front door with a slight knock after a push on the door found it unlocked.
“Sweetheart,” said her mother’s voice.
“Momma.”
Always affectionate, her mother leaned into her for a kiss. Keara turned to Caleb.
“This is my mother. Elizabeth Knight.”
“It’s good to meet you, Mrs. Knight.” Caleb held out his hand.
Point for him. He wasn’t struck to silence as many of her friends had been. But then again, he hadn’t yet met her father.
Speaking of which, heavy footsteps sounded right around the corner.
“And, Caleb, this is my father. Demitris Knight.”
Her father turned into the room from the kitchen in his original form, as she’d requested earlier, rather than using the image he presented to strangers.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Knight,” Caleb said without missing a beat. He strode directly to her father and shook a clawed hand.
“You’re not surprised?” Keara asked when she could close her mouth.
“No.”
“You know demons exist? Run among us?”
“Yes.”
So he wasn’t as surprised as she’d expected. Why? Apparently he knew more about her than she realized. Perhaps it was from linking with him as a child. Maybe he’d searched the caverns of her mind and knew about other dimensions? No matter, he would be shocked later when she explained the rest. If she explained the rest.
“Keara, you planned for your father to show himself to Caleb?” her mother asked.
Keara shrugged as if it didn’t really matter.
“Maybe you expect more prejudice than you get, babisna,” her father said.
Keara smiled at him. She loved her father unconditionally and he made her more agreeable. “Perhaps.”
“Caleb, can I get you anything?” Elizabeth asked. Purity shone through her, an inner glow.
“I’m good, Mrs. Knight.”
“Call me Elizabeth. Let’s you and I wander off and get to know each other while Keara and Demi search his office, shall we?”
“Of course,” Caleb said, holding out his arm for her to take.
They’d just wandered out to the garden when her father said, “I like him.”
“He’s okay,” Keara said noncommittally.
“Just that?”
“We’ll see.”
“Forever testing. One day you’ll have to just trust.”
“Trust what, Daddy? I’ve been screwed over by demons and screwed over by humans. What’s left?”
Her father sighed. “Oh, sweetie. I’m hoping one day you’ll find love.”
“Have that. You and Mom.”
He rolled his eyes. “Not that kind. You know what I mean.”
“I’m fine, silly.” She leaned her head onto his shoulder for the walk to his office.
* * * * *
Mike Goudy had just stepped out of the shower when his doorbell rang. Hurriedly, he tossed a towel around his hips. Somehow, he knew who it was on the other side of the door even before he opened it.
He looked forward to the man who stood there with an excitement that curled his toes.
“Hey,” he said softly, then stood aside.
Roderick walked awkwardly into Mike’s apartment and sat stiffly on the sofa, as if he were afraid to be touched. Mike sat down also, calming and soothing. Not wanting to scare him off after he took the first step of getting here.
“Soda?” Mike asked.
“No,” Roderick said. “I, uh, just wanted to talk to you about, you know.”
“The threesome.”
“Yeah.”
“Go ahead.”
Roderick took a deep breath. “I thought it was agreed we weren’t going to touch.”
“I know. I never dreamed we would have. But don’t worry. I’ll never tell anyone.”
Roderick was silent for a moment. “I didn’t think you would. But what the real question was…was, well. I don’t know. I don’t even know why the hell I’m here,” he growled suddenly, looking down at the floor.
They both grew silent, each wondering what to do next. Then Roderick spoke again. “Did you like it?” he rushed out, as if he might lose his nerve.
Mike was staring down at the floor. “How could I not?” he asked. “We were caught up in the moment. The excitement, the lust. A gorgeous woman between us.” A pause, then it was his turn to whisper, “Did you?”
“Yeah,” Roderick admitted. “How could I not like my cock in your mouth?”
Both men were silent for a minute, Mike still looking down at the floor.
“And I was wondering…if…you, um, might like it too.”
Mike looked up. “You’d want to suck my cock?”
Roderick looked into his eyes and said softly, “Yeah. I think I would.”
Mike’s cock hardened, the bulge pressing against the towel that he wore. “Feel like trying?” he asked.
Roderick nodded. “Why don’t you drop the towel?”
Mike stood and unwrapped slowly, as if he was still unsure. But the hardness between his thighs said otherwise.
It was very sure, hard and full and ready for action. Mike then sat back on the sofa with Rod, his cock bulging between them. “This is too weird.”
Roderick leaned toward him and wrapped his large hand around Mike’s thick erection. His thumb brushed against the tip, finding wetness there. “I know,” he said.
Mike gasped at the contact of another male hand on his stiff cock. It was different from a woman’s touch. Harder, more forceful. Rod leaned in and pressed a small kiss to him. Right there, right on the mouth.
Suddenly, tongues entwined. Rod was pumping his cock, there on his couch, and smearing the tiny droplets of pre-cum into him with his thumb. And then he was kneeling on the floor between Mike’s thighs. He bent his head and took the muscular cock into his lips.
Jeezus, it felt so good. Roderick knew how he wanted to be sucked and licked, and he used those procedures right there on Mike. He cupped his balls and squeezed lightly. He rolled the skin of his sac around to feel the testicles inside.
And when he took those testicles into his mouth, Mike froze as if he was afraid to move, less he’d come.
Roderick chuckled. “I know exactly,” he shared.
“This is great,” Mike confid
ed, his voice husky and deep.
“I wonder what else would be great?”
“What else you got in mind?” Mike asked.
“Got any lube?”
If he got any harder, he’d pop. “We’ll both try?”