Mated By The Demon Collections: Paranormal Romance

by Riley Moreno

  “I’ll book an appointment with Dr. Goldstein,” Leo said and Regina felt her throat tighten. “I’m not going to trust your health with an abortion clinic. Too shady. We’ll go to Dr. Goldstein.”

  Regina turned her face to see if he were serious. Leo was looking at her with such depth of love and affection it wrung her heart with joy. She leaned in and kissed him, his arms encircling her, pulling him towards him with a desperate need that left her humbled.

  Leo kissed her neck, biting her flesh then licking it gently. Regina arched her back, her hands pulling his shirt out of his pants and cupping his bulge. She stripped him naked and pushed him back on the sofa, she undid her nightgown, her curves sensuous and alluring. He growled in his throat as she climbed up on to his lap, her tongue tracing her lips. She sunk him in to her, her hips rocking back and forth, his hands gliding up and down her waist and her breasts.

  Regina orgasmed twice before Leo finally did. They collapsed on the sofa, their breath mingling with each other. Regina could hear his heart beat as it steadied down from a quick gallop.

  “You were right about Melody,” Leo said after they’d freshened up and Regina was packing up her clothes to go back home. “She’s a bigoted idiot and she tried to come on to me today.”

  “Remind me to dump my drink on her next time I see her,” Regina said.

  “I don’t think you will get that chance,” Leo grinned. “I scared her off pretty bad.”

  “Leo,” Regina said when they were in the elevator taking them down. “I really appreciate you being with me on this. I know how much it meant to you,”

  “You mean everything to me,” he said holding her hand.

  They walked down the street hand in hand, Leo dragging her bags along. They got in Leo’s car and drove off towards Beverly Hills. A car followed them, mingling in to traffic so they didn’t notice. The car drove on when Leo turned in to their drive way. The car stopped about half a mile away and the driver stepped out.

  It was a full moon and they had no trouble walking to Regina’s drive. They watched as Leo and Regina made love again, their mouth expanding in a sneer; waiting, biding their time till they tucked in for the night.

  Chapter Eight

  Truth

  Regina was dreaming of flying. She was flying over an endless crimson ocean. The sun was setting and the water at the horizon was boiling, as if the sun was bleeding out in the aquatic depths. She could hear someone calling her but she didn’t see anyone else in the sky. She looked down and saw faces in the water, eyeless with open mouths they were calling to her.

  Regina flew faster but she was losing height, her wings were tired but there was no land in sight. As she flew lower and lower she realized why the ocean was crimson. No one who flew over it survived. She struggled as clammy hands got hold of her ankles and pulled her down, her wings buffeted against the air but it was no use; countless hands were pulling her down, they got hold of her hands and she felt they would tear her to pieces. She tried to scream but hands were choking her, pulling her head down in to the depths and she couldn’t breathe.

  Regina woke up to find herself clawing at a face in the dark. They were choking her with a clothesline their weight on top of her. Regina couldn’t see the face, stars bursting in front of her vision as she began to lose consciousness.

  Leo, her mind screamed, her legs kicking and her hips bucking to get the attacker off of her. Regina stopped clawing at the face she couldn’t reach and punched them on the arms, then the gut, her last thoughts intent on dislodging their grip.

  She sucked in sweet air. She’d managed to hit them hard in the kidneys and the hands had slackened enough to let a few deep breaths in. Regina bucked her hips again, laying on the punches swifter and harder till they toppled off the bed.

  Regina removed the clothesline from around her neck. She saw Leo sprawled on the floor, blood pooling under his face. She screamed and tried to run towards him but the intruder tripped her. Regina fell and stars burst in her head. She struggled, kicking the intruder in the mouth and running towards the door.

  Regina switched on the living room lights and rushed to the kitchen. She grabbed a knife from the counter and turned around just in time. India Lee charged at her, her eyes crazy and her mouth bleeding from where Regina’s foot had cut her. Regina slashed and cut India’s arm. India yelped in pain.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Regina screamed. “What have you done to Leo?”

  “Oh don’t you dare shed a tear for that monster,” India sneered. “He was going to force you to keep the baby; like Frank forced Dakota, and then you’d be miserable and I’d have to come and finish things for you.”

  “What?” Regina froze. “You killed the Simpson children?”

  “Of course I did!” India screamed. “You think Dakota had enough gumption? She was a mouse who was cowed by her children! She couldn’t do anything for herself. She was giving us women a bad name. It takes the movement back so many years!”

  “What are you talking about?” Regina said. “They were her children!”

  “They were brats and the world is so much better without them,” India said. “Honestly, why do you do this to yourself? Why do you marry idiotic men who want to rule your lives? Am I the only sane one here? Dakota was my friend and she needed help. She couldn’t manage to abort those brats so I did it for her. Let me do the same for you,” she came forward extending a friendly hand.

  Regina slashed and India backed away hissing. Regina’s eyes widened when she glanced the hunkering shadow limp silently in the living room behind her.

  “You’re a fool,” India said. “He’s going to make you have his babies and keep you at home while he goes out in to the world feeling like a god.”

  “You’re the fool,” Regina spat. “Leo is nothing like that,” India scoffed. Regina kept talking, holding India’s attention. “He’s the one who suggested we get an abortion done.”

  “Hah!” India said. “That’s the oldest trick in the book. He’s probably going to take you there and make sure the doctor says that you’re over the legal date for abortion!”

  “She’s a lawyer,” Leo said and struck India on the head with the baseball bat she’d used to knock him out. “How stupid do you think she is?” he said to India’s unconscious body. “Are you okay?” he asked limping over to her and she hugged him.

  “I thought you were dead,” she said touching his torn lip.

  “Nah,” he said, “just a broken tooth. Show me,” he lifted her neck and looked at the ugly blue bruises on her neck. His jaw stiffened. “I’m going to kill her.”

  “Please do it after the trial,” Regina said kissing the tip of his nose. “I need her confession to acquit my client.”

  “I’ll call the police then,” Leo said.

  “I’ll tie her up,” Regina picked up the clothesline India had dragged into the living room. “We seem to attract all kinds of trouble,” she commented when they were sitting in the living room waiting for the police to arrive. “Do you think that’s a healthy environment to raise a child?”

  “It isn’t,” Leo said. “And I’m glad we decided against it.”

  “Only,” Regina said placing her hand on her stomach, “I kind of want it now.”

  Leo didn’t say anything, just watched the rise and fall of her hand on her stomach.

  “I want this baby Leo,” Regina said.

  “Are you sure it isn’t because that psycho said you couldn’t have one?” he asked and Regina laughed. Blue and red lights pulsed on the wall. The police had arrived.

  “No,” Regina said, “I want it because it’s yours; and I can never reject any part of you.”

  Leo cupped her face in his hands.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said and she was sure.

  “I love you so much,” Leo said and kissed her just as there was a knock on the front door. “Now let’s childproof the house and get this nut job out of here!”

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nbsp; Regina smiled as she watched him go to let the police in. Regina had been confused about this pregnancy but not anymore. She felt like she had been through too much with this child to say good bye. Plus so many women juggled career and children so why not Regina.

  Regina closed her eyes for the fraction of a seconds worth of peace before the police started their interrogation to savor the idea of being a mother of Leo’s child. It didn’t sound half bad.

  HIGHLAND CAPTOR – PART II

  Highland Confiner

  KINCAID’S PASSION

  CHAPTER I

  Tristan and Ashley were sitting out on the moor, holding on to that time of day when the sun sailed slowly down the horizon and darkness crept in and enfolded them. Not too far from where they sat, the lights of Lennox Castle winked on. Tristan had his arms around his wife and rocked her gently back and forth as he sang her favorite song, ‘Maxwelton’s braes are bonnie, where early falls the dew; and ‘twas there that Annie Laurie gave me her promise true…’

  ‘So my husband, the magnificent Tristan Kincaid, sings as well as he does everything else that he puts his hands to,’ Ashley remarked, twisting about in her husband’s arms to look up into his face in the dusky half-light. Tristan kissed the side of her neck, his hand sliding down into her blouse to fondle her breasts. ‘Yes,’ he said, in between kisses, tugging her skirt up above her knees, ‘And now I need to put my hands to something else…’

  ‘Oh my darling, your mind does dwell on little else these days,’ Ashley murmured, trapping his hand between her thighs as he began to explore under her skirt. For a few minutes Tristan playfully attempted to part her thighs whilst Ashley put up a strong resistance. But then, like always, she gave in, moaning blissfully as Tristan’s strong fingers found that part of her body that was the most vulnerable to his caresses. His eager fingers parted her lush softness, teasing the pert bud in between; the overflow of sticky moisture that dripped onto his palm stirring the fire in his loins to an ecstatic inferno.

  ‘You’re so good and ready for me,’ Tristan groaned, pushing her skirt up further and lifting his kilt to enter her.

  ‘Could you not wait for later, my laird?’ Ashley laughed, her voice heavy with passion.

  ‘And waste this beautiful moment out here in the gloaming? Tristan panted, ‘ I think not, my love. These moors were meant for love.’

  Ashley moaned louder still as Tristan plunged his manhood into her loins, claiming his territory; his body crushing hers into submission. She trembled at the intensity of his passion, the untamed terrain of the Scottish highlands forming the perfect backdrop to their violent coupling, as Tristan rocked Ashley into an almost agonizing ecstasy, wielding his organ like a claymore in battle. His long dark hair fell about her face, cocooning it, and his eyes burned into hers, the passion in her fiery green eyes igniting his ardor as he took her to an earth shattering climax.

  They lay back on the heather clad hillside until the cold air forced them to seek the warmth of the castle. Then they strolled back, arms around each other, reluctant to let each other go.

  ‘My love,’ Ashley finally felt emboldened to ask, ‘Those clothes that were laid out for me to wear when I was first brought here…to whom did they belong?’

  Ashley could feel Tristan stiffen. ‘You don’t have to tell me – though it would warm my heart to know my husband could trust me with any secret, great or small.’

  Tristan halted in his tracks and faced his wife. ‘Ashley, I’ve kept something from you. But only because I feared it would diminish me in your eyes.’

  ‘What is it?’ Ashley asked, alarmed, wishing she hadn’t questioned him after all. ‘Did you have another woman in your life?’

  ‘Yes,’ Tristan answered and resumed walking. Ashley ran after him and took his hand.

  ‘Who is she? What was she to you? Wife? Mistress?’

  ‘My sister - Leana,’ Tristan answered, hanging his head in shame. ‘A sister I was a brute to. She ran away. She was in love with someone I didn’t approve of – a Mackenzie…’ Tristan shook his head sadly. ‘I acted without thought for anyone’s opinions but my own and literally kept her prisoner here so that she couldn’t be with the man she loved. One day she managed to escape from the castle and never returned.’

  ‘And do you know where she is?’ While concerned for his sister, Ashley was relieved that Tristan’s revelation didn’t involve a spurned wife or mistress.

  ‘No,’ Tristan said, ‘though I wonder all the time. I have made several attempts to find her but I haven’t been able to.’

  ‘And the Mackenzie lad she was in love with? What of him?’

  ‘Bruce? He disappeared too.’

  ‘So they eloped together.’

  ‘I hate to think of her with a Mackenzie.’

  Ashley didn’t know whether to be angry or amused. ‘But you’re with one. Like it or not.’

  Tristan pulled her into his arms. ‘Oh no – you’re a Kincaid.’

  Ashley dimpled up at him, her pelvis up against his. Tristan bent to kiss her, but she dodged the kiss, and continued to look up at him with a mysterious smile.

  ‘Do you know something, Tristan – chief of the Kincaid clan?’

  ‘What is it my dear wife? Are you going to tell me what I already know – that I am the greatest lover ever?’ Tristan teased.

  Ashley giggled, ‘Well yes, that too. In fact my news does have something to do with those great skills that you demonstrated a little while ago.’

  Tristan looked intently into her eyes, studying her face and looking down at her body, concealed now by the demure skirt and blouse that she was wearing.

  ‘Tell me,’ he urged, his heart racing.

  ‘I’m carrying your heir in my belly,’ Ashley said.

  Tristan threw his head back and let out a loud whoop. Then he picked Ashley up and swung her around in his arms.

  ‘Careful my love! You’ll make your baby dizzy!’

  He set her back on her feet and pulled her into his arms again, burying his head in her neck.

  ‘When we were married I thought that was the happiest moment of my life…but this news…this moment…it exceeds everything that has gone before.’

  Tristan carried Ashley into the castle, bearing her up in his arms like a trophy, planting kisses on her belly as he strode along.

  ‘Tristan Kincaid,’ Ashley said, ‘You make me feel like a queen.’

  CHAPTER II

  Impending fatherhood transformed Tristan. He called for renovations in the castle and had Laren bring in a seamstress to equip Ashley with a maternity wardrobe. His sister Leana also seemed to be on his mind a lot since he had told Ashley about her.

  ‘My darling Tristan,’ Ashley said one day, as they dined together. ‘Perhaps you need to set your mind at rest by launching another search for Leana. Now that you are at peace with the Mackenzie clan, maybe she will be more inclined to return.’

  ‘I can’t deny that the whole business of her running away has weighed heavily on my mind. I tried to justify what I did to her by saying it was to safeguard the honor of the Kincaid clan, but I know deep down in my heart it was wrong. I know that more every day when I look at you. You’ve made me so happy and I want that happiness for everyone, especially Leana.’

  ‘If she ran away with a Mackenzie lad, maybe someone from the clan has some inkling of his whereabouts. Perhaps we could track the lad down and maybe Leana is with him.’

  ‘Living in sin, no doubt,’ Tristan said sadly, ‘and it is all my fault.’

  ‘Forget whose fault it is my love, and think only of how you can redeem the situation. How long has it been since Leana ran away?’

  ‘It happened seventy five days before you came into my life.’

  ‘Which would make it about five months ago.’

  Tristan left his chair and walked over to his wife. ‘Have I only known you two and a half months? And you’re already carrying my child?’ He said, leaning over her shoulder.

  Ashley loo
ked up at his handsome face, seeing the feral gleam in his magnetic blue eyes. ‘What can I say? The Kincaid seed is powerful,’ she whispered against his lips.

  ‘Temptress!’ Tristan whispered back, kissing her. ‘I want to take you right here!’

  Ashley turned her face to run her tongue along his ear. ‘Later my love, right now we need to plan how we will launch the search for your sister.’

  ‘But I don’t think I will be able to wait,’ Tristan said, his speech thick with desire as Ashley reached under his kilt.

  ‘Oh! My dear Laird is most certainly in need of relief. Is the door closed? I think I can oblige you without moving from my chair.’

  ‘Yes,’ Tristan said breathlessly as Ashley raised his kilt, ‘The door is closed…’ His voice trailed away and he gasped as Ashley’s lips closed over his turgid member.

  ‘Oh, you drive me wild, woman!’ Tristan groaned, his fingers in Ashley’s flaming red hair as she worked her tongue expertly over his throbbing flesh; filling her hands with every part that sprang from the haven between his muscled thighs which never failed in their ability to delight and excite her. As the motions of her lips and tongue grew more frenzied, Tristan’s fingers closed more firmly over her locks, using her long, lustrous hair as leverage to maneuver her head, moving it this way and that; every move of her head taking his pleasure climbing further upward. Ashley’s tongue and lips were like burning coals on his hardness and Tristan’s breathing grew more labored and ragged, as his pelvis shuddered and thrust; holding back until he could contain himself no more and he threw back his head, roared her name and submitted his body to the excruciating bliss of the most powerful release. Ashley gratefully received the molten jets of passion, spurting like nectar against her eager tongue, waiting till every last drop was delivered, and received, before she lowered his kilt and lay back in her chair, looking up into his eyes as he loomed over her, his body trembling from the exertion and hers afire with a new and incredible heat. So far he always had dominion over her body, but this time his body was hers to conquer and the sensation of wielding that power was overwhelmingly exciting.