Mated By The Demon Collections: Paranormal Romance

by Riley Moreno

  He wouldn’t remember that ad, not the next morning, nor in the days that followed. Diesel Wake wouldn’t remember till Sonya Blackpaw was at his door larger than life with a whole lot of trouble following behind her.

  Chapter Two

  More Than a Woman

  Rihanna blared in the beat up Buick. A hula girl shimmied on the dash and crushed Red Bull cans littered the floor. The sky outside was clear but the interior of the Buick carried a hazy cloud cover. Sonya sang along as she drove, a cigarette stuck between her lips, her feet tapping in time to the music.

  ‘That skinny bitch can sing,’ Sonya admitted to herself.

  She’d been driving like a cat out of hell for three days, sleeping for a few hours in her car parked in dark allies and behind billboards in sporadic bursts. She smelled him. She knew he was right on her tail.

  “Where the fuck is this place,” she muttered. “Five miles before Waterville it said; you’d think it’d be easier to find.”

  Sonya was running away from her recently ex-boyfriend. A construction worker by day, a mercenary by night, an asshole by choice, and a Weretiger by her God damned luck. She’d seen the ad on Craigslist, that sordid corner of the internet which was home to psychopaths and weirdos, but Sonya found them tame next to Rex.

  ‘Nothing I can’t handle.’

  Needed: Girlfriend of Epic Proportions!

  Must be beautiful, smart, strong and independent.

  Must wear bright colors.

  Must like pineapples.

  Must like it rough.

  ABSOLUTELY NO DOG LOVERS!

  Sonya needed a place to crash for a while, this fugitive life was driving her crazy. She needed a shower, a clean bathroom that did not stink of strangers piss and a kitchen to brew strong coffee in. Plus she needed to mingle her scent with other people so Rex couldn’t find her so easily.

  Her whole life seemed like an endless line of bad choices. Her This Is Your Life episode would look like an evidence reel for an intervention. Sonya and Timmy the kleptomaniac; Sonya and the time she dated a pyromaniac; Sonya and the PTSD guy who had night terrors and tried to choke her in her sleep; and who could forget nice guy Gary the salad pusher, ‘it’s a healthier option, love. You could stand to lose a few pounds.’

  And then there was Rex Mathews; a mistake just waiting to happen and Sonya had been like a moth to a flame. Ember green eyes, a scar cutting through his thick eyebrows, a prominent jaw and a smile as feral as they came; how could Sonya not fall for him?

  And now she was on the run.

  Welcome to Shifter Grove

  Population 437

  ‘438,’ Sonya thought and cruised around looking for 14 Maple Road. It was all woods, glades and open country as far as she could see and Sonya had spent about a week of her life out of New York, and that had been at a beach resort in Bali. The woods thinned out a bit and what looked like the market center of Shifter Grove came in to sight.

  Sonya parked outside The Pig Out Spot, a two story diner which looked cheerful and busy. The wind was vicious and blew Sonya’s hair in her face. Sonya could hear the noise of the Kennebec river gushing past on its way to Merry meeting Bay.

  ‘It’s in a mighty rush,’ she thought and stepped in to the cool comfort of the diner, tripped on a crack in the tiles and steadied herself with some difficulty. The walls were painted a cool red, the tables and booths were nearly all occupied; the bar that also functioned as brunch station was well polished and the large French windows opening to the patio overlooked the Kennebec River that roared and rolled only a few hundred feet away.

  ‘All eyes on me,’ Sonya smiled at the people who were all staring at her. It was obvious they didn’t get many tourists or out of town visitors and she must be something of an oddity. But Sonya was more than that she turned heads wherever she went.

  Larger than most women Sonya had natural big breasts and loved to wear bright colored low cut dresses and tank tops to accentuate her assets rather than bind them up, throw them in a closet and ditch the key. Even when on the run from a blood mad ex-boyfriend Sonya looked stunning, her lips painted a ruby red to go with her floral printed wrap around top and jeans that hugged her hips and really brought out the curve of her butt.

  “Howdy,” she said raising a hand and the occupants of the diner either looked away, smiled back at her or called out there on greetings. The awkward situation averted Sonya headed for the bar. “I’d like some breakfast and directions to Maple Road, please,” she said giving the man her sweetest smile.

  “Sure thing,” the man said, he had a red beard, curly red tufts spilling out of his open collar and a shining bald head. “Are you visiting someone?” he asked.

  “Yup,” Sonya said smacking her lips.

  The man eyed her breasts and Sonya smiled wickedly.

  ‘Sleazy McGee.’

  “Eggs, sunny side up, please,” Sonya said tapping the table to get the man’s attention and pointing to her eyes. The man blushed crimson and headed to the kitchen to get her order sorted. Sonya didn’t have to wait long before a man sidled on to the stool beside her at the bar. ‘I’m a jerk magnet.’

  “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in Shifter Grove?” he asked, he smelled of sweat, grease and dirt. “Got any claws I should be afraid of?”

  “Nope,” Sonya said smiling in to his pimpled face, “But I bite.”

  The man laughed and Sonya saw the yellowed stumps of his bottom teeth. ‘Charming and handsome; my lucky day,’ she thought and rolled her eyes.

  “I think I’ll buy you breakfast,” the man said.

  “That’s nice of you,” Sonya said biting her tongue on the ‘thank you.’

  “Larry Leibowitz,” the man said extending a clean hand, “I’m the mechanic in this town so if you ever have any car trouble you just bring it down to my shop down the road there,” he pointed out the diner door.

  “Sonya Blackpaw,” she said squeezing his hand once then letting go. She stopped herself from wiping her hand on a napkin. “I’m a vet.”

  And she was too. She was great with animals, just not her human peers.

  “Well you’ve come to the right place,” he grinned, “lots of animals around here. Some tame, but mostly wild,” he placed his hand on her knee.

  Sleazy McGee leered at Sonya and placed her eggs on the table. Sonya crossed her legs, displacing Larry’s hands from her knee and stuck in to her breakfast. She shoveled it down real quick.

  ‘Fuckers.’

  “Can you tell me where Maple Road is?” she asked Larry, who seemed the more harmless of the two. “I need to get to 14 Maple Road.”

  “You’re a friend of Diesel?” Larry asked with large eyes.

  “Yes,” Sonya said with a bright smile. Her plan was working perfectly. ‘Gimme all the dirt on him, boys.’ “What’s he like in Shifter Grove? Back home he used to be quite a ladies man.”

  “Who Diesel?” Sleazy asked. “That’s news. I thought he was as queer as they come.”

  “Well I wouldn’t say that,” Larry interjected. “He’s a fun guy, just likes to keep his private life private.”

  “And why is that if not because he’s gay,” Sleazy shot back.

  “Oh he’s not gay,” Sonya said. “Believe me.”

  And they looked at her as if they did, imagining things they’d like to do to her that Diesel had probably done loads of times.

  “So, you here for a reunion?” Sleazy asked and Sonya wanted to pitch her fork at his eyes.

  “We’ll see,” she said finishing off her toast. “So where is it?”

  Armed with directions to Diesel’s house Sonya drove off, leaving the Pig Out Diner and its pigs behind her.

  Chapter Three

  Tiger Bite

  Rex had lost her scent. He nursed a beer in his hand at a seedy club. The smell of beer and cigarette smoke perfumed the air, the sound of hysterical laughter and loud music deafened him to his own thoughts.

  ‘That bitch better hide somewhere I
can’t find her,’ he thought sneering, ‘because if I do I’ll skin her alive.’

  “Hey handsome,” the woman with the red mouth said, “why so grumpy?” She pressed up against him, her silicon breasts nice pert and in his face. “I can turn that frown upside down if you want,” she trailed a hand along his thigh, grazing his crotch and giggling when she felt the size of his bulge.

  “Run along sweetheart,” he growled in her ear. “I eat girls like you for breakfast.”

  “Oh,” she whimpered her eyes big round saucers. “Maybe you can have breakfast for dinner,” she said and giggled again. She was drunk and oblivious to danger.

  “You’d like that would you?” Rex said slipping his hand underneath her dress, grinning wide as she buckled against him, her panties wet and warm. ‘This should take the edge off.’

  “Yes,” the girl said cupping the crotch of his jeans in her hands.

  Rex pulled her out of the club and walked her to end of the parking lot where he’d parked his car. He lifted the girl and pushed her down on the hood of his car and ripped her dress off.

  “This is too public,” the girl protested, some sense struggling through the drunken haze. “I don’t want to do this,” she said pushing against his chest, her eyes darting around for a way out.

  “Too late, bitch,” Rex said pushing his cock in to the fabric of her panties till they tore and he entered her. She yowled in pain. “No one says no to me.”

  He clamped her mouth shut with one hand and thrust in to her hard and quick and bit in to her creamy breasts till he climaxed. He wiped his cock with her dress, pulled up his jeans and unlocked his Mustang.

  The whimpering girl fell off of his moving car when he swerved out of the lot on to the main road. ‘I’m coming to get you Sonya. And I’m going to fuck you bad!’

  Chapter Four

  Dirty Deeds

  The cabin was spacious with a porch swing and a BBQ grill. There were no flowers growing in pots, no cushions on the swing and no rug to add a certain homey feel to it and Sonya figured the cabin had never seen a woman’s touch.

  ‘I’d paint that door a bright blue,’ she thought as she parked her car behind the black pickup truck in the drive. The gables were painted a wilted green but it looked like an ancient job. ‘I hope the inside’s less disappointing.’

  The cabin door opened and a man peered out at her.

  ‘Holy mother!’ Sonya thought. ‘Did I hit the jackpot or what?’

  Diesel Wake was a tall drink of water with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Dark haired, blue eyed with the face meant for a Greek god, Sonya didn’t know whether to kiss him first or straight up jump his bones.

  ‘I hope the pipes work fine,’ she waved and got a hesitant wave back. The man was obviously confused and for a moment she wondered if she’d made a mistake and it was 16 Maple Road or not even Maple Road at all.

  “Hi,” she called. “I’m Sonya. I answered your ad on Craigslist.”

  “What?” the man named Diesel said and Sonya thrilled at the deep baritone. “I don’t remember posting one.”

  “Really?” Sonya said. “Is this 14 Maple Road?” she asked checking through her phone.

  “Yes,” Diesel said a look of sudden realization coming in to his face. “Oh crap, wait.” He rushed inside the house and Sonya walked up the porch and followed him inside. It was just as disappointing as she thought it would be.

  A boring green couch in front of a boring big-assed TV, the bare walls a forgettable grey and an empty bookshelf. There was a bulky PC on a desk in one corner of the room. It looked like something out of the 90’s. Diesel was clicking away at the keys on his keyboard and staring at the screen like a man possessed.

  “Shit,” he said.

  “Found it?” Sonya asked grinning down at him. He just looked horrified.

  “I was drunk,” he said. “This is a mistake. I’m sorry.”

  “I left my job,” Sonya said her face crestfallen. “I had this huge garage sale and sold all my stuff! I don’t even have a place to go back to!” She was pleased that this tirade was having the desired effect. Diesel was as pale as the white horse of the apocalypse.

  “I’m so sorry,” he stammered. “I guess you can stay here for a while.”

  “Thank you,” Sonya said wiping a rogue tear from her eye. ‘That will give me enough time to wrap you around my finger,’ she thought. ‘I could use a man like you around the house to keep Rex away.’

  “I’ll help you with your things,” Diesel followed her to her car and helped carry her bags. “There’s only one room,” he said apologetically. Sonya didn’t respond but her eyes got dewy. “I guess I could take the couch.”

  “Thank you,” Sonya gave him a sweet smile. “You’re awfully sweet. Are you sure you didn’t really want a girlfriend?”

  Diesel turned crimson but didn’t reply.

  “You have a nice house,” Sonya said.

  “Thanks,” Diesel said and led her to the back in to his room. The space was dominated by a large unmade bed and a small bedside table. There was a wardrobe overflowing with T-shirts and boxer briefs. Sonya sat on the foot of the bed, bouncing a little to check how comfy it was; she caught Diesel watching her jiggling breasts.

  “That’s the bathroom over there,” he pointed and Sonya opened the door. It was large and the only space in the house that looked like money had been spent on it. There was a hot tub in front of a large bay window with a magnificent view.

  ‘I can picture myself sipping Champaign while I soak in that tub,’ she thought.

  “There’s only one so we’re going to have to share,” Diesel said.

  “I don’t mind,” Sonya said silkily. “I mean I did come over here to share.”

  Diesel swallowed hard.

  “I should go in to town and get some groceries.”

  “Okay.”

  “Make yourself at home,” he hesitated as if remembering.

  “Sonya,” she supplied.

  “Yes. I’m Diesel Wake,” he held out a large hand.

  “Diesel,” she said taking it and felt the stirrings of a large jungle cat in his touch. ‘A Were! Oh this is delicious!’

  “I’ll see you in a while,” he said.

  Sonya watched him back out of the drive. She’d be ready for him when he came back because she had decided that she liked Diesel Wake and that she was going to seduce him till he was madly in love with her.

  ‘And then I’m going to sort this place out!’ she thought running a finger over the sagging couch.

  Chapter Five

  Red Heat

  Diesel couldn’t believe his moronic luck. He didn’t know whether to quit drinking to spite his drunk self or to go on another drunken binge because man’o’man did he land a beauty. Diesel had had a hard time hiding his bulging erection in all the time he’d spent in her company. It was true he hadn’t been laid in over six months but living with Sonya for a week would give him blue balls.

  He carried the groceries in both his arms and shoved the front door open with his shoulders. He placed the bulging bags on the kitchen counter, his ears pricked to catch any sound of her approach but the cabin was oddly quiet as if he were alone. He tip toed to the room but it was empty; he saw that she had made the bed and unpacked most of her clothes and that her bras and panties were mixed with his own underwear in the wardrobe.

  Diesel placed a suppressing hand on his rising cock.

  He knocked on the bathroom door but there was no reply. He turned the knob and pushed the door open.

  Sonya stood naked in the middle of the bathroom toweling her hair, her back to Diesel. Her creamy thighs were topped with the most luscious ass Diesel had ever seen; nice and round inviting a diligent spanking till she was wet between the legs.

  “You can come in,” Sonya said and Diesel froze. He wanted to run but it was suddenly physically impossible. He watched, paralyzed, as Sonya turned, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips, her caramel colored hair brus
hing the pink tips of her full heavy breasts, her nipples hard and flecked with droplets of water.

  Diesel’s cock was pressing hard against his jeans, pleading to be let out and in her. Sonya came closer and he could smell her, soap and lavender but also the musk from her pussy. He could feel her heat. She cupped his bulging jeans.

  “Poor baby,” she cooed and unbuttoned and unzipped him. He shuddered as her hands took hold of his throbbing cock, shallow breathing leaving his lips as she began to stroke him, up and down, up and down. “Let me kiss it better,” Sonya said and knelt down in front of him, her large hazel eyes never leaving his as she kissed the tip of his cock, then licked it before devouring him whole.

  He was weak in the knees by the time she got back up, her breasts pressing against his chest.

  “Did you like that?” she asked with guileless eyes and Diesel grunted as he picked her up and threw her on the bed.

  “The ad said you must like it rough,” he grunted taking his shirt off. “Do you mind if I test that out.”

  “I don’t mind at all,” she said turning her back to him so he could squeeze her ass, stroke his cock between the cheeks and then spank her till her skin was an angry red and she was clutching the sheets and whimpering. Diesel stuck two fingers inside her and felt how wet she was.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said whispering in her ear, not waiting for her reply as he plunged deep inside her from behind. Sonya’s back arched and Diesel took hold of her breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers as he thrust in to her. Sonya leaned back and kissed him, her tongue grazing his and he bucked as he released inside her.

  Diesel had had countless one night stands where he had wanted to fuck someone very badly but didn’t want them around once the deed was done. Sonya was different. He didn’t think he’d ever have enough of her; he wanted to know more about her, to run his fingers through her hair and kiss that small scar on the back of her ear just before the hairline.