“Get it out of me!” Valery continued to scream. Now she was moving towards the boy. Finn’s hands were outstretched and Valery’s body moved against her will. She was inching her way towards the circle, ready to sweep the salt away at any moment. It was clear that the spirit inside of her wanted her to break the circles, so that Finn could escape.
Valery’s body slowly inched towards the salt, as everyone in the room started to scream. Rock grabbed her ankles and pulled her back, and she flipped up and punched him square in the chest. Rock grabbed his chest and sunk to the ground.
Jordan started to scream, but it was of no use. The Valery that he had known was no longer in charge. Jordan dove to the ground and grabbed Valery’s ankle. Again, she popped up. Yet, this time instead of punching him—Valery quickly wrapped both of her arms around his neck and pulled until there was a loud popping sound. Jordan’s limp body sunk to the floor.
Then, a sharp bang filled the air. Harold lowered his gun as Valery sunk to the ground—a bullet lodged in her skull right between her eyes. The circle was unbroken.
Both Valery and Jordan were dead. Lillian was visibly shaken, yet Caleb demanded that they all press on. She admired his courage. Caleb was willing to do virtually anything in order to destroy this dangerous entity, and he was not deterred despite the deaths of the interns. Lillian glanced down at Valery’s body. Dark red blood seeped out of the hole in her head. The blood was pouring out, and before Lillian could scream—it had happened. The blood had washed away a section of both the inner and outer circles.
As if on cue, Finn sat up and dove out of the circle, laughing. At first, his laugh sounded like that of a child, and then the sound darkened and turned malevolent. Cerebus was mocking them.
The team filed into the kitchen and covered the frame of the door with salt. Cerebus wouldn’t be able to follow them in there. Yet, now they needed to come up with a new plan quickly. Traditional methods didn’t seem to be working. No one on the team had ever seen a spirit regain its human form like that. Clearly, Cerebus was playing by a different set of rules.
While they talked, Caleb’s hand lightly brushed against Lillian’s. She wondered if he had simply touched her accidentally, but knew that the touch had been intentional when it came a second time.
Finn started to cry. Obviously, something was going on out in the living room. If Cerebus decided to kill Finn, they would lose their link to the demonic realm. They had to keep the boy alive as long as possible.
Their plan wasn’t exactly well thought out—there was no time for that. Rock would defend Lillian at all costs, while Manuela would try a few chants to draw the demon out of Finn. If any of the spirits took human form again, Caleb and Bea would be the first to try to fight them off.
The small team filed back into the living room and was shocked at what they encountered. The form of the Native American woman was back. Next to her, there was a yellow haired man with red bloodshot eyes, and a man dressed like a mobster—that must have been Chachi. Cain had his arms wrapped around Finn’s neck, and the boy’s face was turning a horrible shade of reddish purple. They needed to act fast.
Even with all of their plans, utter chaos ensued. Manuela forgot half of the words to her chants and just started throwing holy water around. It helped though—each time the water splashed onto one of the unclean spirits, it burned them. Somehow, they had taken physical form though, which was worrisome. Caleb dove towards Finn and wrestled with the man with the yellow hair. He identified himself as Cain, and lifted Caleb off of the ground with one hand. In a matter of minutes, Bea was face down on the floor with Ries stomping on the back of her head. At that moment, both Lillian and Rock rushed forward towards Caleb. Their combined attack made Cain drop Caleb, and yet it seemed as though they could not harm him. Cain’s eyes were a terrible shade of red, and his lower jaw dropped open—wasps started to fly out of his mouth. They flooded into the room.
As the wasps flooded into the room, Ries and Chachi started to laugh. They stopped kicking Bea for a moment, in order to assess the damage. Perhaps they had taken Bea for dead, or maybe they just didn’t care about her in that moment. Either way, they had made a deadly mistake. As soon as their backs were turned. Bea leapt up to her feet and unsheathed her dagger. She drove to sharp edge straight through the back of Ries’ neck, and then swung the blade around. It caught in Chachi’s stomach and he stumbled back and disappeared. Chachi wasn’t dead, but Ries most certainly was. Ries let out a low scream as flames slowly started to engulf her body. The scent of burning flesh filled the room, and then a hole opened up beneath her and she was sucked down into the floor.
The battle raged on. Now all of their efforts were focused on Cain. His demonic red eyes were unsettling. Bea lunged for Cain with her dagger and he caught her arm in mid-air and then snapped it backwards. Bea screamed and collapsed to the ground as the sound of bones crunching filled the air. Manuela heaved a jar of holy water at Cain and when it hit him, his skin immediately turned a fiery shade of red, boiled up to the surface, and started to smoke. Rock and Caleb took the opportunity to attack. They both drew daggers and started to stab at Cain. The wounds they inflicted seemed to make little difference. Then, Manuela approached—slowly muttering a chant. It was obvious that the older woman was terrified, yet she would not be deterred.
illian noticed that Manuela had a bunch of salt in her hand. The old woman was repeating all of the names for God. Then, she threw the salt into Cain’s face with all her might. The salt moved through his form like bullets. Cain screamed at the top of his lungs while hundreds of holes the size of pinheads cut through his body. A cloud of red blood formed at the back of his figure. Despite her broken arm, Bea grabbed a dagger with her other hand and buried it deep in Cain’s chest. Cain’s head rolled backwards and he screamed. More wasps continued to fly out of his mouth, but it was finished. His body erupted into flames, and was then sucked into some kind of black vortex. Onus and Chachi were the last ones left before they could get to Cerebus. They were almost there. All of the wasps that had entered the room immediately vanished.
Chachi had reappeared sitting cross-legged on the living room couch. He was clapping slowly. “Well done, guys…really and truly. I couldn’t have done it better myself.” Just the sight of him made Lillian feel enraged. She wanted to lunge onto him and rip his throat out. Then she noticed that Finn was sitting silently at his left side. A thump came from the back of the room, and a giant man filed in. This was Onus, the child killer. There was no doubt about that.
Just the sight of Onus filled Harold with rage. He pulled his gun and held his breath, readying himself to pull the trigger. Onus smiled back. Then, against his will—Harold turned the gun around and placed it up to his own temple. “No!” Harold screamed as he pulled the trigger and blew his own brains out.
When Onus walked into the room, the entire place became ice cold and Lillian could see her breath. She looked over at Caleb, but his eyes were solidly fixed on Onus. Onus’ form was huge, but he moved quickly. Bea grabbed her dagger, and before anyone could stop her, she lunged at Onus. It was a brave move, but a foolish one. He swiped her with one hand and she flew across the room and then clattered to the floor with a thump—dead. Onus had his eyes fixed on Lillian now. She could feel his ice-cold eyes on her. Onus took a few steps in her direction and then Rock dove at him. Rock’s effort was valiant. He pulled his dagger out and began to stab, yet Onus caught his fist in midair and simply crushed his hand. Then, the spirit made eye contact with Lillian and smiled as he ripped Rock’s still beating heart out of his chest. Rock dropped to the ground, dead. Caleb rushed forward in order to put himself between Lillian and the horrible entity. With one giant swipe, the entity knocked Caleb aside. He clattered to the floor and hit his head against the living room table. When Caleb tried to stand up, Chachi jumped to his feet and held him back.
Now, it was just Lillian and Onus, as Manuela cowered in the corner of the room. Onus ran forward and Lillian drew her knife
. The first blow from Onus felt like ice. Somehow, she had ended up flat on her back, and was swinging her limbs wildly. Onus was above her, laughing. Then, in a moment of clarity, Lillian grabbed a handful of the salt that had destroyed Cain. She flung it at Onus with all of her might. The spirit screamed. This time, his skin started to melt where he had made contact with the salt. Manuela steeled her nerves and rushed over. She pressed a relic to the entity’s chest and Onus wailed as his form erupted in flames.
Chachi was the only spirit left.
Chachi had stopped fighting with Caleb and was now standing glaring at them. He placed an arm around Finn.
“Why have you attached yourself to this innocent?” Manuela screamed.
Chachi blinked, “This is my son. I’ve been trying to protect him, you idiots.” Lillian felt as though she was ready to pass out. The similarities between the two of them were striking. They had the same dark brown eyes, the same widow’s peak, and even now wore the same expression. They hadn’t planned for this.
Manuela didn’t care if they were father and son or not. She emptied a bottle of holy water all over Chachi…but was stunned when it had no effect.
“Thanks, I’ve been needing a shower,” Chachi said. Then he turned to Finn, “I want you to listen to these people, son.” Chachi said as he knelt down to Finn’s level. “I’ll always love you,” Chachi said as he embraced Finn in a deep hug. Then, a white light started to fill the room. “I did some bad things in my day,” Chachi said. “It never sat right with me though.”
“But you tried to kill me!” Lillian shouted. “That wasn’t me. That was him.” Chachi pointed to the far corner of the room. “Remember Lillian,” Chachi said.. “you’ve got to have heart.” Chachi’s ghost walked into the light and disappeared.
Finally, they were face to face with Cerebus. Much to Lillian’s surprise, he had merely taken the form of a black shadow. “You will leave this child alone!” Manuela screamed at the entity. Cerebus laughed. Lillian recognized the horrible sound.
Lillian pulled Finn back behind her, and she linked her hand with Caleb, who then linked the palm of his hand to Manuela’s. Then, the demon flew at them, yet somehow was pushed backwards. Together their combined forces were enough. Manuela chanted and Lillian joined in. She didn’t know what she was saying, but knew that it was working. Cerebus was screaming at the top of his lungs, shaking the very foundation of the house as he flung his shadowed form at them from various sides of the room. For some reason, Lillian started to think about her love for Caleb. Even though things had been less than perfect, he was such a kind and gentle soul. In a way, Caleb completed her.
“The union of two soul mates!” Manuela screamed. “Hold tight to one another!” Manuela let go of Caleb’s hand and took a step forward. “I send you back to hell!” Manuela screamed. A strong wind blew through the room. Both Caleb and Lillian stepped forward and each placed a hand on Manuela’s shoulder. Manuela put her hands up in front of her and the demon slammed back into the wall. Then, she slowly parted her hands and the demon flew apart, limb-by-limb and was engulfed in flames. Cerebus screamed as he sank down into the floor. A pit opened up beneath him, and he was sucked inside as he wailed in agony.
“Is it over now?” Finn’s little voice asked from behind them. Lillian scooped him up into her arms and hugged him close. “Yes—it’s finally over,” she said.
Back at the department, Caleb grabbed Lillian’s hand in his and led her back to an empty room. The entire room was lit with candles. It was apparently Caleb’s new bedroom. He couldn’t wait any longer to claim the woman that captivated his head and his heart. Wordlessly, he lifted her up on her knees onto the bed.
She closed her eyes and let herself feel the moment. She felt his warm breath against her lips seconds before his mouth covered hers hungrily sending waves of passion flowing through her. She parted her lips inviting his tongue to sweep inside her mouth.
Her hands moved to his shoulder for support. Heat radiated off of his sculpted body. Lillian reached forward and pulled Caleb’s shirt up over his head and tossed it into the corner of the room. Then she did the same with her own.
His hands moved down along her back, down her rear to her thighs lifting one in each of his huge hands. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her core against his rock-hard bulge. Through the damp panties and jeans that covered her aching center, she could feel his erection pulsing with need which sent tingles of pleasure fluttering through her belly.
His strong fingers dug into her hips; his kisses swallowing her moans. She rolled her hips against his hard pulsing erection. She clutched at him. She couldn’t get enough. They had waited too damn long for this.
Passion spread through them until it became a fiery inferno. Electricity crackled between them. Caleb glanced down, taking a sharp breath in. Lillian's soft smooth mounds swelled above the line of her lacy black bra. Her cheeks tinged with a lovely little tint of honest passion.
He snapped the clasp of her bra and let her breasts loose. Caleb let out a groan at the sight of her and his mouth descended on a rosebud pink nipple. She shuddered and arched against his mouth.
Not only was Lillian highly aroused, but she also felt safe and secure, even while her heart was pumping hard in her chest. This was amazing, experiencing Caleb’s rough, yet gentle hands along her back, her chest and the ultra-sensitive nipples.
A soft bite made her gasp, goosebumps rising along her flesh, though rather than pull away, she leaned into it. His affectionate touches were getting... Rougher? She glanced at him. Caleb cupped her ass with one hand and pressed his lips against hers with a fierce hunger. Lillian let out a shaky moan as he nibbled her bottom lip. Her body leaned into him deepening the kiss of her own accord.
God, she wanted this man. She wanted all of him.
His grip became stronger and he firmly squeezed and massaged her breasts. How could a man handle her breasts so gently and yet so roughly? He raked his fingertips along her sensitive skin, leaving pleasure-filled welts, and scraped gently over her nipples. He pinched her tightly pebbled nipples between his thumb and forefinger as his mouth began a sweet assault of her neck.
He kissed, licked, sucked, and nipped at the flesh of her neck. Her body was writhing in pleasure as Caleb raked his teeth down to her throat while his strong hands massaged the underside of her breasts and flicked her nipples.
“Caleb, please, I... Mmm...” a whisper of a cry left Lillian's lips, but Caleb continued pleasuring her, roughly twisting her nipple, before stroking it soothingly. Every inch of her body felt alive with the electricity of his touch.
His hand slid over her stomach creeping its way downward while the other hand continued to stroke her breast. Effortlessly, he unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down past her hips. His eyes were now watching her reaction. Lillian's eyes met Caleb's and she moaned as his hand dipped suddenly down, fingers brushing over the lips of her pussy through her panties.
Her body jerked and writhed against his teasing fingers in anticipation. The corner of his mouth turned up before he leaned in to place another bite on her neck.
“Mmmm, you’re so wet for me,” Caleb whispered against her ear. His hand ripped her panties off of her body. Lillian tried to summon a glare for him, but couldn’t quite manage it when his finger suddenly slipped inside her. Another shaky sound left her throat and he swiftly pressed his mouth to hers, muffling the sound and grinning lightly against her lips. He swallowed down every sound she made, relishing her muffled moans of bliss. Her body arched against his hand begging for more.
His finger moved slowly, grinding deep within and sliding back out slowly, and then he added a second finger, filling her completely. Her insides clenched snugly at his digits. She was practically purring, lost in the blinding pleasure of his touch. When his thumb brushed against her clit, her eyes widened at the shocks of pleasure that shot through her body. His thumb massaged circles around her clit as his fingers thrust into and back out of her puss
y, making her toes curl from the pleasure. She could feel the warm tingle building and building, her eyes were watering from her body’s hyper- arousal. She felt light-headed from the overwhelming sensations.
Lillian struggled to speak, and when she could get the words out, her voice was low and thick with passion. “Fuck me, Caleb.”
In seconds, the bear shifter had his pants and shorts down and yanked hers off of her ankles. He teased her with the head of his large cock rubbing it against her folds and her sensitive nub. He had wanted this woman for so long, dreamed of this very moment, he was afraid that he might just cum as soon as his engorged cock filled her.
“Fuck me Caleb,” she cried again and he couldn’t stop himself from plunging in her warm moist depths.
He thrust his cock deep inside and then withdrew himself slowly before plunging back inside her pussy until his pelvis ground against hers and he gyrated his pelvis against her clit before pulling his cock slowly back out again. Lillian could feel the electric tingle start in her belly and she tried to warn him, but his mouth covered her hers. A firm bite of her lower lip made her fall apart.
Her scream was muffled by his mouth, her body arched and her fingers dug into his back. She felt herself reflexively tremble. The searing pleasure that started in her core shot through her to every nerve ending in her body. She felt herself go momentarily deaf as though she were floating completely submerged under water. Caleb was aware of each tiny reaction. He curled his arm around her tightly, holding her securely as he continued to pump his girth into her pulsing pussy, making damn sure that she was spent.
Seconds later, Caleb released himself in shooting spasms of ecstasy. Lillian's thrashing eventually stopped and she collapsed back against the arm that held her. Her breathing was shallow, her body still a spasmodic delight of sensations.
Caleb reveled in the look on her face- a hint of a smile bathed in the warm afterglow of intense release. He would love nothing more than to be the man who put that look on her face every day for the rest of her life.
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