Immortal Fire

by Desconhecido(a)

  “Let me prove you can, baby.”

  From behind he pressed his mouth onto her pussy. Just the rawness of it had her climbing toward another orgasm. When the ecstasy subsided, he stretched his body out over hers. He lifted himself an inch or so to tear out of his clothing, and then his warm hard body pressed against hers. He laid his hands over her hands and whispered for a kiss. She turned her head to meet his lips, and tasted herself there.

  Sex had never been this good in her experience, and they hadn’t even had intercourse yet. He rested his cock between her legs at her opening, but he didn’t push in. No man had this much restraint.

  “You do want it, don’t you?”

  “Have I made you question your desirability? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” He kissed her shoulder. “I could come right where I am, believe me. Your body drives me nuts. But I want to torment myself with the anticipation.”

  “You’re too good to be true.” She had an urge to assert herself, but resisted. Where Donovan was leading their sexual encounter had led to loads of pleasure so far. She would be a fool to baulk now. Reaching back to stroke his hip, she pushed her rear up. “I know you want to get inside me, lover. I keep myself tight.”

  His eyes widened. “How?”

  “That’s my secret. Come inside.”

  Bracing himself on his hands, he used his knee to nudge her legs apart. Kai arched her back, at the verge of pleading for his entry. The tip of his cock parted her folds. She gasped and pushed toward him. He stopped, rested a hand on her back. “Don’t move. Stay still. Let me do it all.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You can. Let me guide you.”

  “Donovan!”

  Stubborn to the end, he waited. She wrestled for self-control. Inch by slow inch, he drove himself into her. Kai balled her fingers in the sheets and clenched her jaw. The tangy taste of blood coated her tongue. When she reached up to run her fingers over her teeth, it was to find them sharpened points. No!

  Focusing on the odd happenings to her body was impossible. Donovan had pushed himself to the hilt. He grunted as he drove in and out. “Damn, you are tight. I can barely fit inside. Oh, baby, you feel good.”

  He squeezed her ass cheeks and held her flat against the bed. Kai smothered the guttural sounds emanating from her throat. She was a beast, a beast that loved being filled with Donovan’s shaft. She couldn’t get enough, wanted to rear back on him, force him deeper whether she had the capacity for it or not, but she couldn’t overcome his strength or his commands.

  The sensations tightening the muscles along her pussy walls was downright hedonistic. Kai bit her knuckles and whined through four orgasms and still Donovan kept up his steady pace, angling his hard-on toward her sweet spot until her head spun. Without warning, he let his full weight come down on her body so that she was pinned beneath him. He shoved deep and retreated, shoved deep and retreated again, almost bouncing.

  Kai couldn’t hold back any longer. Donovan took her hands and held them down at her sides. “I’m going to let it go. Are you ready?”

  “Yes!” she shouted.

  It had to be a flood, to be unnatural how his come filled her, spilling out around the sides of his rocking cock and soaking the bed beneath them. He growled much like she had felt like doing seconds ago, yet he didn’t soften. His cock kept its massive shape, and he left it inside her when he finally slowed and then stopped his grind.

  Kai lay trying to catch her breath, and Donovan’s breathing matched. He showered small kisses on her cheeks and neck then kissed the top of her head.

  “There, now wasn’t it better to let me lead you?” He chuckled. “You should trust me.”

  Trust? Donovan was the best lover she’d ever had, bar none, but something wasn’t right. She’d been turned on many times in the past, and not once had she manifested her demon side. Not once. Before this went any further with him, she needed to find out what in hell was going on.

  Chapter Eight

  Kai leaned over her sink examining her teeth. She felt a slight twinge of pain between her legs. Donovan hadn’t been kidding when he told her he had a big appetite for sex. The man hadn’t let her up for six hours straight. She grinned at her reflection.

  “I know that look.” Mitzi giggled. “You like him.”

  Kai rolled her eyes. “I don’t like him. I lust for him. He’s excellent, Mitzi. I can’t even begin to tell you how excellent he is. His cock—”

  “Don’t.” Her friend grimaced and shifted into her favorite form, a grey cat. She hopped up on the sink and rubbed against Kai’s stomach.

  Laughing, Kai tucked Mitzi beneath her arm and carried her into the bedroom. She settled in the upholstered rocking chair her grandmother had given her mother and her mother had in turn given to her. Tickling Mitzi behind the ears, she pondered what she should do about her new lover. “I don’t get what’s happening to me. When I’m with him, at times, I manifest.”

  Mitzi looked up at her with questioning eyes.

  “The demon in me,” Kai answered. “You know I’ve never developed anything other than being able to see into the next dimension or regenerating if my body is injured, but this . . . I nearly severed my tongue when my teeth turned sharp, and when I went out to dinner with Donovan, my fingernails grew out. I’m nervous. I don’t want to lose Donovan when I’ve just found him. But he’d freak if he knew.”

  Mitzi mewed in the way cats do when they’re irritable. Kai let her go, and her friend jumped to the floor and changed to herself again. “Maybe it’s not him. Maybe it’s that it’s time.”

  “After thirty years?” She scoffed. “I don’t believe it.”

  “Then what?”

  Kai tapped her lips. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. If it is Donovan causing me to change, I want to find out more about him before—”

  “Before what?”

  “Nothing.” Kai wasn’t ready to explore what she had been thinking. She put the thoughts aside and plotted with Mitzi about how they would learn more about Donovan since neither her mother nor her father had any information about the man.

  * * * *

  “Are you sure about this, Kai? This neighborhood looks questionable.” Mitzi glanced out the passenger side window with a doubtful expression on her face. She clutched the door handle like someone was about to jump out of the dark alley next to the small shop where Kai had pulled up.

  Kai reached across and untangled Mitzi’s fingers from the door. “Don’t be a wuss, Mitzi. Come on. Besides, if anybody tries to mess with us, you can turn into a lion and scratch their eyes out.”

  Her friend glared. “That doesn’t work well against magical creatures, or had you forgotten?”

  Not bothering to answer, Kai took her hand and dragged her behind. A bell over the door jingled when she opened the door, and the scent of herbs and spices hit her hard. Mitzi sneezed.

  Kai took two steps inside with Mitzi close and then heard a thump like someone had smashed into a window. She swung around to find Bevin staring at her horrified from the sidewalk. He put out his hand and came up against an invisible barrier.

  “Cool,” Mitzi muttered.

  Kai frowned. She reached out and grabbed hold of Bevin’s thin wrist. Instructing him to stay invisible while she was out on her errand, and with the command to keep his lips closed about what she was doing, she was surprised to see her bodyguard trapped outside.

  Tugging on Bevin, she managed to smack his face into the barrier again. He teetered and fell on his rear on the sidewalk. Kai, having little experience with this magic, glanced around the shop. Someone had cast a spell to keep demons out, or at least full blooded ones. She had gotten in fine.

  “Hello, welcome. Welcome.”

  Kai turned to face an elderly woman with white hair. Her smile was friendly, and with the soft curls and the round figure encased in a house dress, she looked like the grandmotherly type. But when her twinkling gaze swung to the doorway, her smile vanished.

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p; “Go, hideous creature! Away!” The soft voice dropped an octave or two, and Kai jumped at the authority and power in it. Mitzi clutched her hand, pulling backward.

  Kai resisted leaving just yet, being curious. “What do you see?” she asked, knowing Bevin had gone invisible to human eyes when the woman first spoke. The lady was an immortal.

  Mitzi tugged again and whispered in Kai’s ear. “She’s an immortal. We should leave now. I don’t feel comfortable being here with her.”

  The old woman turned back to Kai. “Oh don’t worry, dear. Just a nasty demon.” She glanced about her shop with affection in her expression. “I have some very valuable items here, and don’t need any of it falling into the wrong hands. That’s why I put a protective spell on the place. So, who referred you, sweetie? I know someone must have, because humans can’t see the shop. Was it the shifter?”

  Mitzi yelped. “Not me.”

  She thinks I’m human. Good.

  “Well, my friend and I . . . I’m Kai, and this is my friend, Mitzi. We followed my lo—uh—my boyfriend over this way yesterday. He didn’t come here though. He went to a house down the street. But Mitzi saw the shop, and we decided to stop in to see if you know the humans in the neighborhood.”

  Odd how she didn’t trust immortals, wanted nothing to do with them. Yet, when she wanted to get a feel for the neighborhood where Donovan had come, she checked in with the witch, or whatever she was. Then again, she wouldn’t let Bevin in, so she was against evil.

  “Your boyfriend?” the woman answered. She rubbed her wrinkly chin. “Hmm. Oh, where are my manners? I’m Mrs. Dew, and this is my little shop of whatsitz. You might find a potion or two to deal with boyfriend trouble.” She winked. “Curb wandering feet really quick, what with men not being faithful. In my day—”

  “Mrs. Dew?” Kai prodded.

  “Oh, yes. Yes. Humans. Well, to my knowledge, there are no humans living in this particular neighborhood.” She scratched her chin again.

  Mitzi tugged Kai. “Come on. She’s nuts. Let’s go. I’m not comfortable with you stuck in here and Bevin stuck outside.”

  Kai didn’t know why, but she felt sure Mitzi was lying. Why, she couldn’t imagine. “Mrs. Dew, my boyfriend is Donovan Karey. Do you know the name? Have you met the people in house fourteen, four doors down from your shop?” She held her breath. If Donovan was an immortal, then she would break it off with him. And she’d have to have a talk with Mitzi. Although she had to hope that some were able to mask themselves like she could.

  The more Mrs. Dew thought, the more Mitzi tugged. Kai rounded on her with narrowed eyes. “Do you have something you’d like to tell me, Mitzi?”

  “I-I . . .” The misery on her friend’s face didn’t escape her. She was guilty. Kai’s stomach turned. Surely, her friend hadn’t been bribed to deceive her. That couldn’t be possible. They were as close as sisters, had been for too long.

  “Tell me!”

  Mrs. Dew chuckled. “Poor dear.” She leaned out and tapped Mitzi’s lips. Mitzi squawked as if she’d been poisoned, and the next instant, she blurted out the truth, compelled by whatever Ms. Dew had done to her.

  “He is immortal!” She slapped a hand over her mouth, and tears sprung to her eyes. Her hands came down again. “I didn’t tell you, because I wanted you to choose him as your lover.”

  Kai’s heart hammered in her chest. She backed away from Mitzi, and wondered if she could make it through the front door before whatever plot she’d hatched happened. This was why she hated being a half demon. This was why she suppressed that side, the endless plots and plans, the jockeying for domination from every last one of them. Would it ever end?

  Storming from the shop, she yelled for Bevin. He appeared before her. She hopped into her car, and Bevin dissolved and reappeared inside the vehicle. Kai peeled away from the curb with Mitzi running out behind her. She didn’t stop or look back through the rearview mirror. Let that conniving bitch find her own way home.

  Kai yanked her cell phone from her pocket and punched in Donovan’s number. No answer. She produced from her pocket the business card he’d given to her that first night. There was nothing revealing on it. Donovan’s name was listed and his phone number with the title, Broker. She cursed. Yet again, she’d let her pussy lead her around.

  Turning her attention to Bevin, she spat, “Get me a tracker, an elf, I guess. I want Donovan found right now. I will know what he has up his sleeve, and I’ll beat it out of him if I have to.”

  She shifted into a higher gear and shot out onto the highway, almost daring a cop to pull her over as she zipped in between slower cars. Her angry gaze met Bevin’s in the back seat.

  “What the hell are you waiting for?”

  “I can’t leave you out here alone,” he grumbled. “I’m waiting for you to go back home where you’ll be safe.”

  “Find me a tracker now, damn it!” Her angry shout sent flames shooting out of her mouth and set the dashboard on fire. The car swerved out of control. Headed for an embankment, she screamed, and Bevin wrapped his arms around her. In a flash, they were on the side of the road watching her baby smash through the guardrail and into a construction sight in the area separating the two sides of the highway. Her Porsche crumpled on impact with a bulldozer. “No!”

  “You’re fine,” Bevin told her, being no help at all.

  She shook his arms off her. “Are you crazy? I could have gotten control of the car. You just destroyed an expensive vehicle, my pride and joy. I can’t believe this. I just can’t believe this night!”

  Kai closed her eyes, tears threatening. She never cried, never gave into depression. Those who knew her called her normal disposition ‘devil may care’. She’d always found that funny. Now, self-pity hit hard. Her best friend betrayed her, her car was totaled, and her perfect lover was a fucking immortal.

  She needed a drink big time.

  Chapter Nine

  Donovan watched her nursing her third drink at the bar. Her eyes were half-closed, and she hummed an off-key tune. He could read a woman like her a mile off—defiant, stubborn, determined to live life by her own terms, even if she risked that life. He had known the second the tracker was put on his tail, but he hadn’t lived through five centuries and not learned how to keep a low profile. Still, elves were good. Pretty soon the one hired to find him would catch up with him. But not yet.

  He had hidden across the street, in the shadows, watching her place. The form he had taken, although temporary, had assured he would not be found there. Just like he expected, she slipped out and hopped into her mother’s vehicle, a more sensible mode of transportation than the one she’d lost. He felt the pain of that loss along with her. A Porsche was a smooth ride, made a woman—or a man—feel sexy just driving it.

  So she’d learned he was immortal. So what? He had a lot more tricks up his sleeve that the lovely Kai knew nothing about. She’d made a mistake pushing away her heritage through her father. It would cost her.

  “Hello, anyone sitting here?” He cast his voice low, practiced to set a horny woman on fire. Kai shifted on her stool. She let her eyes take in his new form, from the top of his head, covered in long black hair that reached his shoulders, down to his booted feet. He didn’t change his form too much, but just enough so she’d believe he was just another human male looking for a good time. When she didn’t answer, he raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

  She smiled. “Sit down, lover.”

  Donovan ran his fingers down her arm. “You’ve been waiting for me?”

  “Maybe.” She shrugged, her eyes unfocused. He reached out and took her beer from her. She protested, but he ignored it.

  “You’ve had enough.”

  She frowned. “You don’t get to decide that.”

  “I am tonight.” He stood up and hooked her arm. “Come and walk with me. We can talk a little while, out in the fresh air.”

  Her eyes grew wide. “No.” She stumbled down from the stool and shuffled away from him. “Get away.
I don’t know you. I don’t know anybody. I can’t trust . . .”

  Donovan caught her when she would have fallen. His hand brushed her soft breast, and he had to force his mind away from grinding between her thighs. “Kai . . . trust me,” he whispered into her ear. He was the last person she should trust, but he needed her. He needed this beautiful half demon. She had more to offer than just her luscious body.

  * * * *

  Kai woke up in a strange room. Her head was pounding. She shoved the covers aside and swung her feet over the side of the bed. “Bevin!” she called. Her personal demon didn’t appear. “Bevin, come here!”

  “Sorry, baby. This place is protected from admitting anyone I would not like inside, especially demons.” Donovan looked sexy as hell in black leather.