Mated By The Demon Collections: Paranormal Romance

by Riley Moreno

  “Oh, his name is Daniel, and he is from southern England – but those are the only two truths he's told you. Everything else was a lie.”

  “What?”

  “He's a wanted criminal in England. That's why he's in Scotland – he's running from the law. Those fancy clothes and sword he was wearing, and the expensive horse he was riding, he stole them from a knight in northern England. He cut the knight's throat while the man was sleeping, stole his horse, clothes and gold, and fled across the border under cover of darkness into Scotland.”

  “And you said... his other victims?”

  “Oh yes. Our friend Daniel apparently has a taste for beautiful young women like yourself. He spins a web of lies to trick them into accompanying him to a tavern or pub, and then he slips some sort of drug or poison into their drink. After they've been knocked out, he rapes them, cuts their throats and dumps their bodies into rivers or moats. He's wanted for eight such crimes in England – and if Will, Jason and I hadn't found you, you may well have been his ninth victim.”

  An icy chill ripped its way down Angela's spine as Benjamin said this. She couldn't believe how close she had come to a grisly, violent death.

  “But... who's Jason? And how did you find me?”

  “Pure luck, Angela. After you and Daniel left me in the street, I wandered back to the forge to continue work. I was fooled by Daniel too – like you, I really thought that he was a nobleman. A soldier came into the forge soon after that though. Not just any soldier though, some sort of special fighter. He looked shifty, and bore the scars of many battles, but once we started talking I could tell he was an honest man. He said his name was Jason and that he was an agent in the service of the English King, and that it was his job to secretly track down and kill dangerous criminals who had tried to escape the justice system in England. He asked if Will and I had seen a fellow dressed in flashy clothes, riding an expensive horse. He gave us a physical description of the criminal, and I knew immediately it was that guy Daniel. Will, Jason and I scoured the town, looking in all of the pubs and taverns. We caught him dragging you, unconscious, out of the back entrance of the Pig and Whistle. He saw Jason and his face went white – he obviously knows Jason and has been running from him for a while. He dropped you and took off like a scared cat. Jason took a shot at him with a crossbow but missed, unfortunately. That bastard Daniel is really agile, like a damn monkey. He climbed over a few walls and jumped from rooftop to rooftop until he had disappeared. We've described him to the city watch though, and they will be on the lookout for him, so I don't think he'll be coming back to this town. You'll be safe now.”

  Angela sat in silence, letting everything that Benjamin had just said to her settle in. She couldn't believe how close she had come to being a victim of a serial killer.

  “Thank you Benjamin,” she finally managed to murmur. “I owe you my life.”

  “Aw, it's not a big deal,” he said, looking rather shy suddenly. “And listen, I also wanted to explain to you about... about what you saw, with me and that girl.”

  Now Angela was ready to hear about it, so instead of getting upset, she propped her head up on the pillow and listened.

  “That's May. She's my ex-fiancée. We were supposed to be married, but I changed my mind about that last year. I don't know... She just seemed... Well, when I got to know her really well, she seemed to be a lot less sincere and honest of a person than I had initially thought she was. So, I broke off the engagement, but she didn't take it well. She kept coming back to me, acting like we were still together, even though I have told her many times that it's over, that I don't have feelings for her any more.”

  “You don't?”

  “No.”

  “Well then... why were you kissing her so enthusiastically when I saw you two?”

  “No, she was kissing me! Didn't you see? I had my hands completely to myself. She just jumped up, wrapped her arms around me and planted her lips on mine. You walked around the corner just as I was about to push her off me. It was just really, really bad timing.”

  “You really don't have any feelings for her anymore?”

  “None at all.”

  Angela started to feel a warmth spreading through her body and quickening the flow of her blood through her veins.

  “Well, you look like you could be a good kisser,” she said softly.

  “I like to think I am,” he replied.

  “Maybe, maybe we could put that to the test?” she said coyly.

  He chuckled warmly.

  “Aye. Why don't we give it a try.”

  Angela sat up in the bed, and Benjamin moved onto the bed and sat next to her. They looked into one another's eyes for a few moments, and crackling energy surged invisibly between them. Then, he raised one of his strong, heavy hands up to her cheek and caressed it with a gentleness that belied the strength of his fingers. With his other hand he cupped her chin, and then leaned in, closing his eyes. His lips met hers, and instantly a boost of pure electricity coursed through Angela's system as his tongue, hot and wet, plunged into her mouth, forcing through her lips and digging and probing. She wrapped her arms around his huge, hard-muscled torso and pulled him in closer, grabbing a fistful of his chestnut hair as their kiss became more passionate, and more and more waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. Eventually they paused, with each of them breathing heavily.

  “We should stop,” gasped Benjamin.

  “Are you sure?” replied Angela with a grin.

  Benjamin laughed.

  “Yes, we should. I have a long day of work tomorrow, and it's been a tiring day, with all this running around rescuing damsels and chasing down murderers!”

  Angela laughed.

  “Alright, alright. I'm still feeling sick from whatever drug that monster slipped into my drink. I guess I should get some more rest as well.”

  “That's right.”

  Benjamin stood up and then laid a blanket down on the wooden floor.

  “Are you comfortable? Do you have everything you need?” he asked.

  Angela pulled the covers up, warming herself against the chill of the night, and then nodded.

  “I'm good. Thank you so much, Benjamin.”

  “It's fine, don't mention it.”

  He reached up to the oil lamp that was burning in corner and snuffed out the wick, plunging the room into darkness.

  Through the gloom, she could just see him shuffling around, and then lying down on the blanket on the floor and curling up.

  “Good night Angela,” he said from the floor.

  “Good night Benjamin.”

  CHAPTER 6

  “Tell me about your paintings, Angela,” whispered Daniel as he pressed the knife against her throat. “Tell me about them, I'm really interested, really, really interested!”

  His eyes glowed with a supernatural fire, like those of a wolf, and with devil's laugh of pure malice he slashed the blade across her throat.

  Angela awoke from the nightmare with a start, sitting bolt upright in the bed and panting with panic. Her heart was pounding with terror, and she found that the blanket was bundled tight in her fists, but she was safe. The room was gloomy, but not pitch dark; the dawn would be coming soon. She parted the curtains and looked out of the window. The whole town was enshrouded in a blanket of darkness, and a spray of stars lit up the sky above. The horizon was gray with the approaching dawn, and little tinges of fire from the rising sun were starting to color the edges of the hills.

  Angela was still breathing quickly from the terror of the nightmare, and although she knew she was safe, she still felt vulnerable. She looked down and saw the figure of Benjamin, snoring softly in his sleep. Since it wasn't so cold in the room any more, she climbed out of the bed, tiptoed over to him and lay down next to him on the floor. With his big, powerful form next to her, she suddenly felt a lot safer. She lay on her side, just staring at him through the half-light for a while. His big, broad chest rose and fell as he slept, and his lips were parted open,
ever so slightly. She couldn't resist touching him, and she ran her fingers over his chest, which was covered with a sparse coat of wiry hair. She kept her touch light, as she didn't want to wake him. After she had toyed with his chest hair a little, she moved her hand further down. Touching his stomach was like touching solid marble; it was smooth, sculpted and hard as stone. The hours he spent hammering and hauling heavy items around the blacksmith's forge meant that he had to use his abdominal muscles to stabilize his core – and that in turn meant that they were very strong, and hard.

  Angela felt her blood starting to warm up now, and her breathing was getting faster – but it was no longer from the fear leftover from the nightmare. No – now it was something else that was revving her system up. Benjamin was wearing a pair of loose-fitting cotton pants, and Angela couldn't resist running her hand ever so lightly over them, down in that place where she had seen that prominent bulge when he had been wearing his tight leather pants. She was pleasantly surprised at what she discovered – the organ down there was already swollen and hard, standing upright inside the loose pants like a soldier standing at attention. She couldn't stop herself; she allowed her fingertips to roam over the tip of the hard organ, and she grinned in the darkness as she felt just how big and hard it really was; that bulge had lived up to its promise, oh yes. She dragged her fingertips ever so lightly across the surface of its head, with only a flimsy piece of cloth separating her skin from that monster's skin, and she looked up and saw Benjamin shift and moan softly in his sleep.

  I wonder what you're dreaming about, Benjamin. Are you dreaming about me? Is that why you've got that cheeky little smile on your lips? Is that why... you're so rock hard down here?

  Her face felt blazing hot now, as did her chest. She felt the delightful sensation of her nipples stiffening and swelling on the tips of her breasts, and the fiery blood that was now pumping through her veins emboldened her to make a move. She gripped Benjamin's pants and slowly lowered them, pulling them down until they were around his knees. She gasped as she saw his veiny, throbbing tower, standing perfectly straight and upright, revealed openly now in the light of the approaching dawn. She crawled down and put her face next to it, admiring its shape, its length, its girth, and the prominence of the veins that encircled it like vines on a tree trunk. She breathed in its scent; it was like him, but stronger and more musky. With gentle hands, she wrapped her fingers around it. She gripped the beast loosely with both hands, but she couldn't contain its entirety; the head stuck out proud and defiant. Well, that was a problem easily taken care of.

  She kept her hands wrapped around the tower, and moved her body over so that she was straddling his knees, and then, brushing her hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ears, she leaned forward and took the head in her mouth. Its taste was strongly salty, but the hint of Benjamin's lips was there. Then, she started to move her hands gently up and down along the shaft, and she mirrored this motion with her head, bobbing softly up and down as she sucked and licked on that big, throbbing lump of flesh.

  She heard a gasp, followed shortly by a long, protracted moan of pleasure as Benjamin awoke. She looked up, and saw him staring down at her, his eyes afire with arousal and lust. She locked eyes with him, and the look he shot Angela made her knees weak beneath her, and sent an almost unbearable heat surging like a bush fire between her thighs, which were dripping wet now. He reached down as she continued to move her head up and down, and he gripped her hair with his big, strong blacksmith's hands, and started to encourage her to move her head faster, as he kept his eyes locked into hers.

  Then, suddenly, he gripped her hair tight and pulled her head back forcefully. The great beast came out of her mouth with a light popping sound from the suction, and she tried to lunge forward, wanting to continue devouring it, but he held her head firm, almost hurting her with the force with which he was pulling her hair.

  “Wait,” he panted.

  “No,” she whispered. “We stopped last night, but I don't want to stop now.”

  “I don't want you to stop,” he replied. “I just want to give you back what you're giving me.”

  He sat upright, and then, with his massively-muscled arms he picked her up and turned her around, so that she was sitting on his face, with her back facing him. He hiked up her skirt and grinned when he saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He reached between her thighs and probed gently with his big fingers.

  “God, you're so wet,” he gasped.

  He spread her legs wider apart and ran his fingertips along the length of her slit, smiling as he felt her wet, swollen lips part with ease at his touch. She couldn't help but gasp and cry out with sudden pleasure as his touch sent shivers of bliss coursing through her veins.

  He slipped two fingers inside of her, and they went in with ease. He buried them knuckle deep, and then started to move them in and out, in and out with a steady rhythm. Each time they moved, they sent waves of pleasure through her system, and it was all she could do to stop herself from screaming.

  Benjamin, however, had a plan to stop her from crying out. With his free hand, he gripped her blonde curls and moved her head down, directing it with gentle yet irresistible force toward that long, throbbing pillar of flesh that stood bolt upright between his thighs. She didn't need any more encouragement; she lunged forward and started sucking with fury, using both of her hands to rub and tug along the impressive length of the shaft.

  That was when he started using his tongue.

  He carried on driving his fingers in and out of her, never tiring even as he kept up a frenetic pace. He touched the tip of his tongue against her clit, which was swollen and begging for attention. He started licking at it, and then sucking – not too forcefully, but with enough vigor and pressure to start sending pulses of pure joy crashing through Angela's body. It didn't take too long; after five or six minutes of his relentless sucking, licking and probing, she felt an orgasm coming on. She moaned and cried out loudly, but kept her mouth locked on his cock, stifling the sound.

  He was ready too, and only just holding back – he knew that he couldn't release his load until she had started to cum herself. With his free hand he reached up inside her blouse and started squeezing and massaging her breasts, twisting her hard nipples ever so slightly, applying more and more force until she cried out as he hastened the process of her orgasm.

  Then, it happened. She felt pure ecstasy blooming inside her, spreading through every nerve ending of her body as waves of heavenly bliss surged their joy through her. She started shivering and convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm, and at that moment Benjamin knew that he didn't need to hold back any longer. With a long, deep moan he released what he had been bottling up for the last few minutes, and jets of hot, sticky cream filled up Angela's mouth as she kept her lips wrapped around the pulsating head of his cock. Stream after stream of it pumped into her mouth, but she didn't care; it only enhanced the intensity of the orgasm that was blasting through her body. Somehow, she managed to swallow the entirety of the load, and then her own orgasm began to fade out, relaxing every muscle in her body as it departed. She felt the hardness of his tower finally beginning to soften, and she let it drop out of her mouth, and then turned around and lay down next to Benjamin. Both of their chests were heaving up and down in the aftermath of the session, and Benjamin turned his head to face her. He cupped her chin in his hands and leaned forward, and kissed her with slow, languid pleasure.

  “That,” he said, “was amazing. Absolutely amazing.”

  She draped his arm over his broad, rock-hard chest and twirled a finger through his chest hair.

  “Yes,” she purred. “Amazing.”

  With that, she lay her head on his chest, and quickly fell back into a restful slumber, just as the first rays of the sun began to crest the horizon.

  CHAPTER 7

  “I want to see your art, Angela... You said you prefer to work in silver and gold leaf, right? Well, dear, I'm an artist too, but my favorite mediu
m is... blood!”

  Angela tried to scream, but it felt as if her mouth was glued shut. She tried to run, but it seemed as if her legs were enmired in liquid concrete, and movement was impossible. Daniel walked slowly up to her, and everything around her became darker and darker. In each hand he held a butcher's knife, and he twirled the pair of blades around in his fingers with expert flair.

  “Come on Angela, don't be scared,” he whispered as he got closer. “It's not going to hurt, not at all.”

  Then, all of a sudden he sprang forward with a roar, and fire burned in his eyes.

  “I lied! It's going to hurt, dear, it's going to hurt a LOT!”

  He grabbed her arm and lunged at her with a knife, right toward her eyes – and then she woke up. She was drenched with cold sweat, and she was actually physically trembling from the fright. However, a manly, musky scent immediately flooded her nostrils, and the presence of a strong, heavy arm draped around her made her feel instantly safe.

  “Oh Benjamin,” she whispered to her sleeping lover, “thank God you're here.”

  Benjamin's eyes flickered open, and he smiled warmly at her.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he said.

  However, he quickly noticed the residue of fear in her expression, so he frowned and hugged her closer.

  “What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?”

  Angela nodded.

  “A terrible dream... It was about Daniel.”

  “That evil bastard,” growled Benjamin. “If I ever see him again, I'll tear his head off and throw it down the nearest well. Don't worry Angela, you're safe with me. I'll kill that monster if I ever see him again – although I'm sure Jason is taking care of that now. He's hell-bent on catching that murderer.”

  “I hope he does. I know that you'll protect me, but just knowing that that evil man is still out there makes me scared. You can't be with me all the time, Benjamin. You have a lot of work to do at the forge. And I can't just move in here – this isn't even your house, and what's more, the monks and nuns would never consent to it. Especially if they found out what you and me did earlier this morning!”