The looming white house was in pristine condition, with bright green vines growing along the side, covering from the dirt to the roof. The clean-cut lawn and perfectly trimmed rose bushes matched her personality. Bright and bubbly, with high standards.
Everything she wore or owned, had to be top of the line. If it wasn’t name brand, it was personally designed just for her. Every time she visited my parent’s house, she would spend a solid hour a day nit-picking everything my parent’s owned or pushing them to hire help. She loved that, calling them ‘the help’. To her, other people existed in the world to serve her and her materialistic needs.
I scanned the surrounding area one last time before moving toward the front door and pressing the bell. Nerves swarmed me as I was filled with a sense of deja vu. I could sense darkness in the house, something I had never been able to do before.
There was something inside the house made me feel n
My tongue was tied as I stared at my aunt. Her lively summer dress and perfectly styled hair were contradictory to the words leaving her lips. Magic, let alone dark magic, still seemed so foreign. It didn't help that the only proof I had was the demon permanently bound to me. I had yet to see it for myself, let alone knowingly cast it. Perhaps this was all a hallucination from the stress and trauma I had endured when my parents died. I shook my head as I debated reality. The cup in my hand began to tremble against the saucer it was on as I began to shake. The sound of the porcelain clicking together filled the room. "Are you telling me that my parents thought I would grow up to be evil?" It was both a compliment and an insult at the same time. To be so powerful that I would be a threat, and yet, so untrustworthy that they would hide my powers from me, even as a baby. None of it made sense to me. How could you take a gift like that away from your own child? How could you not trust y
The trip back home was quiet. Demetri looked ready to kill me when I told him that I didn't ask my Aunt how to break the bond. I understood his anger, but I also knew it was for the best. He wanted to be free, but he also wanted it to happen after he found a way to trick me into being with him.There was just something about her or someone in her house that I didn't trust.I immediately made my way to the kitchen for a cold glass of water, needing a moment away from the brooding and dangerous man following behind me."This conversation is not over, my little witch." He growled out. I had been ignoring him most of the car ride, just needing time to think. How would I find answers now unless I sold myself to the devil and made a deal with one of Demetri's contacts? "You state that you could not trust her. If she is the threat, we need to eliminate her as soon as possible."I shook my head and placed the glass down on the counter. "It's not that simple, and
I received an unhealthy amount of pleasure watching Demetri squirm as we walked around the grocery store. After making him sit in the car while I purchased some clothes for him, I finally got him into normal-looking attire. It was fascinating to watch just how much he disliked it.The first shirt I got him in burned up, right off his body. He literally set it on fire without as much as a flick of his wrist.It reminded me that I also needed to get a new dresser or sand down the mark he had left behind when he first spoke to me in my bedroom. I had thought it was just dirt at first, but after a closer look it turned out to be scorch marks across the polished surface.After several tries, and his refusal to let me enter the store without him again, he finally gave in. His soccer dad look kind of worked for him, in an 'I'm going to rip your head off if you mess with my kid' kind of way. The constant sunglasses he wore, even inside the building, ca
"Ms. Hastings, that is a very serious accusation." Detective Sullivan grumbled at me, not seeming to care about the fact that I had just been in a car accident. His biggest concern was that I had ordered him out here and disrupted his day off. "I understand that! That doesn't change the fact that my parents were murdered a couple months ago, and now my brakes were tampered with!" My voice rose, and multiple heads turned. It seemed the police department thought it important to send out an extra patrol car or two since my family was one of their largest donors. Of course, I was considering cutting back on our annual donation the longer it went with a lack of attention on my parent's case. "We will need to have your vehicle inspected before we can make the claim that this was attempted murder." He added, and my jaw tightened. "And when will that be done? How long will it take before you start questioning any potential witnesses or pulling the footage from securi
"You appear troubled." Demetri's voiced from where he stood in the doorway, breaking me from my thoughts, and I turned to face him. I rolled my eyes. Demons. They just didn't get it. "Yes, most people become troubled when someone tries to kill them." My voice was thick with sarcasm, and he narrowed his eyes at my tone. "That is not something I am familiar with. I am normally on the other side of this." His right eyebrow lifted, and a cough rattled through my chest in surprise. Did he just make a joke? The corner of his mouth twitched as I stared at him. "Ah, of course. How could I forget? You're the hunter, not the hunted." "See, now you're getting it." He gestured his head for me to follow him out of the attic. The visit with the lawyer had gone well, but I didn't have it in me to watch the people come take away my parents' belongings for donation. Packing it up was hard enough, but watching it get taken away was something that I just wasn't ready for. After they left, I stowed
I had been failing to study for over twenty minutes before I finally gave up. Demetri shifted on the couch next to me, and the temptation to look down to see if he was turned on by the couple fucking on the large flat-screen TV was too hard to resist. He had remained silent, but it was the loud moaning and groaning that could now be heard, even with my headphones in, that was distracting. A quick flick of my eyes over to the man next to me confirmed that his were locked on the screen, only his eyebrows were pulled together. Would it be an invasion of his privacy if I were to take a quick peek? As the person that he was trying to convince to be his mate, I think that entitled me a small look to see what he was offering. If I were trying to get a guy to be with me, I would dress to extenuate my features in hopes of him seeing something he liked. Maybe a low-cut shirt or a tight pair of jeans just to give him something to look at that he would want to think about when I
"Tell me, Demetri," I turned, pulling my leg onto the couch between us. "How exactly would that go?"He tilted his head back with a devious smile on his face. His eyelids relaxed as he stared at me with excitement. "You want to hear all of the ways that I can make you scream, little witch?"The deepness of his voice with the softness of his whisper made me swallow hard. The sound of the two strangers fucking on the television did nothing to help the way he was making me feel. My thighs pressed together at the open invitation in his tone.He made it clear a week ago that he wanted to mate with me. What that entailed, I wasn't sure, but a little harmless fun couldn't hurt… unless he liked pain. He was a demon, after all.My lips parted as I tried to think of a way to answer without destroying the mood. I needed a release after the stressful past few months, but I wasn't sure this was the best way to go about it. If I tried to pick someone up at a bar
The feeling of being touched, stroked, and gripped in multiple places at once was a new sensation. One that would take time to get used to. Somehow he seemed to control the air, bending it to his will into warm hands, to touch more of me without it being overwhelming. Without feeling like there was more than just the two of us. I would honestly be able to say that I wasn't disappointed by the development. Nothing was left out. As he continued to pepper my neck with kisses while his fingers pumped in and out of me, he was also able to stimulate my nipples and grab my ass. It was incredible. I felt myself building, my nails planting firmly into his shoulders. It had to have been the fastest I had ever gotten off, but then he stopped, and my eyes popped open. "Do you feel that? The way that your body yearns for me. The way your magic calls out to mine. This is more than the bond." He slowly began to pump in and out of me again, just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to distrac
One Month Later"I'm sorry it didn't work," Meredith said from the seat next to me as I stared out the window, watching the passing desert to the side as we sped down the highway. "We'll find another way."We had tried everything short of digging a hole down to the underworld. A séance had fallen flat with a minor demon coming through instead, trying to have a little fun in the world of the living, only for them to immediately regret it when both Meredith and I put them in their place and shut the connection on them."It's okay. If he wanted to, he would have come back by now, at least to visit. Shit, he could have even sent Akuji to give me a message, but no. There has been nothing. Maybe I should just let it go." Meredith reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it."You can still try summoning him back." She offered, but I shook my head quickly."And risk either binding a different demon to me or end up forcing a man back into my life who doesn't want to be a part of it, to begi
Demetri's P.O.V.I groaned as I rolled over, feeling the heat of the sun on my bare back. Flashes of red with a large man towering over me came to mind. I watched as he smiled, the long pointed teeth seeming familiar but still unsettling to me. The large horns on his head were unlike anything that I had ever imagined."You wish to return?" He said his voice like a multilayered growl. I bowed my head respectfully as he stared down at me with amusement."Yes, Sire.""You have fallen in love with a human? That makes you useless to me." I held my head down as his voice grew louder, signaling that he was getting closer. It didn't matter how powerful I was. He was stronger than anything to be found in any realm.I could feel my magic pulsing beneath my skin as he drew near.Suddenly, a large splash of cold liquid doused my body, and I sputtered as I spit the mud from my mouth."Is he drunk?" A soft voice asked as I rubbed my hand over my face, trying to remember what I had been dreaming abo
Demetri's P.O.V. I couldn't say what I was feeling when I was ripped away from my mate and brought back to the home I had come to peace with never seeing again. It was true that I had missed my home, but as I was being torn away from Seraphina, I knew I would give my home up in a heartbeat for a life with her in it. I had fallen to my knees in the barren field that surrounded my castle. The loose dirt shifted beneath my weight as I realized that I couldn't help her. Time worked differently here. There was no way of saying if she was still in battle, if it was months later, or if she was even still alive. I could go to her, and visit the human realm again, but it would take time. By the guards quickly surrounding me, I knew I would be stuck here for the foreseeable future. There was no escaping notice now. "Your highness! You've returned!" One of the guards stated. The obvious announcement sent frustration through me. My wings broke free from my back as I took my true form. My nail
I moved slowly, keeping my hands down at my sides until I took my seat. He remained outside the room until I placed my hands, palm down, on the metal tabletop. After a moment, he came in and joined me, his watchful gaze staying down on my hands."I brought you some blueberry muffins. I hope you like that flavor. If not, I can bring you something else later." Even though he didn't respond, I still felt hope since he was willing to sit down and hear me out. "Detective, you saved my life, and I am eternally grateful for that. I don't know how to repay you, and I know nothing will be equal to the debt that I now owe you, but I will do my best to try."He looked quickly up from my hands to my face before back down again. "I like blueberry." He mumbled beneath his breath, and I let out a sigh of relief."They told me your kids have been coming to visit. I didn't know you had kids. How old are they?" His shoulders dropped slightly, and I could see him relaxing as he thought of his family. I
The hallway she brought me down was eerie and off-putting. The white walls were bare, and the off-white laminate flooring was scuffed and dirty. We passed several doors, but no people. I continued forward. My anxiety got significantly worse when a man in a lab coat rounded the corner ahead of us before turning off into one of the rooms, only for me to discover it was an office as we walked past. It made sense that they wouldn't keep their patients in the front of the building, but the fact that they had to keep them here against their will at all made me feel nauseous. "Is Detective Sullivan doing okay today?" I asked, and the woman looked over her shoulder at me with a small smile. There was a tightness in the corner of her eyes that told me I wouldn't be able to take her words at face value. "He hasn't been here long but is doing a little better every day." She lifted her hand, gesturing me to turn to the right as we reached the end of the hallway. There was another door we had to
It was amazing how quickly I recovered. Meredith had brought me a thermos of tea every day until I was released from the hospital. The medical staff was in shock at how quickly I had been able to heal, and I hadn't looked back since.It had only been a few days, but if I had my way, I would never be in a hospital again… unless I had kids. But, even considering the possibility of that with anyone other than Demetri made me uncomfortable. I still hadn't heard from him, much to my displeasure.While settling in back at home, and hanging out with Meredith as we tried to find something in her family's collection of books that would inform us how to find the way to Hell, my mind kept getting pulled in another direction.There was still something that I had to do. The guilt was eating away at me, especially after watching the news clip on it.When Meredith pulled it up, she thought it was hilarious. I had to agree, but as the one who was involved and probably did that to him, it wasn't funny
I don't remember much of what happened next. It wasn't until several days later that I woke up in the hospital. Detective Thompson came down to get my statement shortly after I woke up, and thankfully, Kendra joined him. I had no idea what I should or shouldn't say, so I kept it simple.I explained that she admitted to killing everyone, including my grandparents, and had broken into my house, intending to finish me off. Each time I tried to ask about Sullivan, Thompson redirected me, refusing to provide me with any information.The empty hospital room was cold and unwelcoming. People kept coming in and out, poking and prodding at my surgery sight, tilting me from one side to the other every hour or two, or giving me pain meds. They never let me sleep. Then, they would send some peppy bitch in to ask me how I had slept the next morning.I was ready to rip her throat out. All I wanted was to be left alone, so I could sleep and cry in peace. It wasn't just the trauma of the situation. I
I struggled to get to my feet, my eyes meeting Detective Sullivan's as he lay on the ground. I wasn't sure if he was in shock, playing dead, or if he was actually dead. All I knew was that I needed to get far enough away from Isla that I could come up with a plan without her being able to hit me.The sound of the scuffle behind me made me pause, and I knew I couldn't just leave Demetri there. He was my mate. I loved him, and I would be damned if I let her take him from me without a fight.As I spun on my heels, there was a loud crash, and I looked up in horror to see she had thrown Demetri against the side of the house. The surface cracked and caved in from the impact. He flopped onto the ground, limp and unmoving. Instead of a scream of horror, a shriek of rage bubbled up. Isla looked over at me, a look of satisfaction on her face. I lifted my hands, but she flicked her wrist in my direction, and I collapsed to my knees before falling to the side.The pain was significantly worse thi
"Ms. Hastings, I'm going to need you to come with me." Detective Sullivan stated. The disgust on his face was evident as he stared at her, never taking his eyes away as he began to move his hand behind his back. "I am so sick of you worthless humans trying to stick your nose where it doesn't belong!" Isla screeched before throwing her arm to the side, releasing a burst of magic. Detective Sullivan had a brief moment where he looked startled before the blast hit him. He flew through the air, flipping multiple times before he landed on his stomach on the hard ground. My hand flew up to cover my mouth in shock and terror when he did not move. His eyes remained closed, and I could see blood running down the side of his face. "What is wrong with you?" I screamed. "Oh, shut up! You're next!" Isla turned to Demetri and me. He immediately stepped forward, so he could try and block any incoming attacks, causing Isla to smirk. "If you know what I am, then you know I am a king. If you touch