Dark Legends, page 24
“Welcome back, Mr. Walker. How will you be participating tonight?” The woman studied Levi, her expression all business even though she had her breasts on show. “Dom or submissive?”
Cary had instigated this visit after curiosity got the better of her about what lay behind the curtain that first night Levi brought her to the club.
“We’re both guests tonight,” Levi said with a smile. “We’re only observing.”
Cary moved toward the reception desk. “Tonight, anyway,” she told the woman.
“There’s a change room to your right where you can undress and leave your clothes if you choose to.”
“Not needed.” Cary said. It took her hours to build up the courage to walk through town without panties, but the thought of entering a room completely naked left her trembling. “He likes this dress.”
“I really do,” she heard him say.
Levi stuck out his arm and accepted a white wristband. She did the same. He guided her toward the change room regardless of them not getting changed, opened the door, and led her inside. A long hallway lay ahead with cubicles on every side, the faint smell of lavender filling her nostrils.
Levi proceeded half way down and opened a cubicle. Inside was a room the size of her tiny kitchen.
“You can keep your clothes on in there,” Levi said, “but first there’s a little something we need to finish. In private.”
She pressed her back to the closed door, her voice lowering to a sexy drawl. “And whatever would that be?”
The softness at the edges of his curling lips confirmed her thoughts exactly. He slinked closer and threaded his fingers into her hair.
He cupped the back of her head, drawing her closer. “Have I told you how beautiful you are? And if you change your mind, we can head home.”
His musky scent fogged her head, and she leaned forward, her lips grazing his. His warmth spread through her, heating every fiber of her body. Levi had always ignited her sex drive, but it was more than that. He’d overcome his fear of demons for her, and now he stared at her with the same hunger he had when they first met.
Reaching for the dress zipper under her arm, she slid it down. She pushed the straps off her shoulders and the dress crumpled around her feet. “I want to find out more about finishing what we started.”
Levi’s gaze drank her in, caressing her naked form. She stepped out of her dress, which he collected and hung on a hook at the back of the door.
“Now this I can handle.” He drew her close and kissed her with such savagery, her insides melted.
His hands raked down her back and cupped her butt, pulling her against him. The hardness in his jeans was steel, and her hands fumbled with his belt. She popped open the buttons and shimmied down on the pants over his hips.
Her breaths sped up, matching Levi’s. He lifted her and sat her on the edge of the table against the back wall. She shoved away the bowls, probably for jewelry, and reclined as Levi licked his way down her neck, collarbone, and between the valley of her breasts. Several quick flicks across her nipples and he took one in his mouth, sucking so hard it almost brought her to orgasm. She mewled uncontrollably, her body tingling to high hell.
Levi spread her legs and he knelt in front of her, his head between her thighs. “I adore how wet you get for me.”
Her words were lost somewhere between her toes and head.
He went straight in and licked her in long strokes. Every part of her vibrated, her insides were on fire. She couldn’t get enough of watching Levi devouring her. His fingers parted her wider, and he delved in with his tongue.
Whimpers rushed free and her body quivered with the excitement as she balanced on the tip of exploding.
He broke his hold and stood. His lips glistened. He kicked off his pants and threw the shirt aside.
Oh, my. So stiff and large. She had to have him. “Fuck me.”
“Get onto your belly and bend over.” He crouched and retrieved a condom from his wallet.
She studied the lust swarming behind his gaze and dropped her legs to the ground. Once she flipped over, she leaned on the cold table with her ass in the air.
Levi nudged her legs open with a hand and the heat of his hardness touched Cary even before he made first contact.
He stroked his tip against her sex. “I plan on fucking you three more times tonight, at least.”
She glanced over her shoulder, loving the lust in his dirty smile. “Does that include this one?”
He chuckled and rammed himself inside her, forcing her tight walls open, his length touching her back wall.
Cary couldn’t hold back the moans and unleashed them, drowning in the ravishing pleasure of Levi’s cock.
He rocked back and forth into her, burying himself deeper. He thrust faster, the slapping sound a song to her ears. Each impaling intensified the ecstasy through her libido.
Breaths came too fast. Sweat pooled across her brow, and Levi’s furious jackhammering sped up her orgasm. Every part of her shuddered. Levi spasmed inside of her.
After a few moments of catching their breaths, Levi withdrew and ran a hand down her spine. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”
“Hell, yeah.” Each word labored as she caught her breath.
“So, you feeling a bit more ready to enter the club, or should we continue this elsewhere?”
Cary pushed herself onto wobbly legs and faced the hunkiest man she’d ever seen. His eyes smiled at her, and a tiny dimple in his cheek appeared as his lips curled upward. For him, she’d do anything to make this crazy relationship work. But honestly, she was still aroused and excited and begged for more.
“We check out this place first, then I want to see you keep your word on fucking me three more times.”
“Perfect.” Drawing her into a fast kiss, he said, “I love you more than you realize, Cary.”
Her heart overflowed with joy, and she smiled at Levi.
“I love you, too.”
The End
Thanks for reading Demon’s Mark. Are you curious to find out how Cary and Levi first met? Read the prequel, DEMON’S FEVER.
Levi Walker is pissed off. Seriously. After being the best demon hunter at Argos Inc. since forever, they want to screw him by not paying him for the jobs? Nope, Levi decides it’s time to go. Or at least it was until a hunt he’s on spins wildly out of control and causes a catastrophic loss…and everyone at Argos blames Levi. Now faced with being sued for the damage, Levi begins pursuing the evidence to clear his name. Jumping right into the fray, Levi soon finds himself in mortal danger. But he’s a fighter who'll battle until the end… which may come sooner rather than later, now that he’s met a beautiful and mysterious hunter at Argos and can barely keep his mind on the job.
Will Levi stay alive long enough to find the proof to clear his name and leave Argos for good or will Cary prove to be the sexy and dangerous distraction that he just can't ignore?
Continue The Hell Unleashed series with book 2, Demon’s Magic, coming very soon.
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On a Red Horse
Monica Corwin
On a Red Horse © 2016 Monica Corwin
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On a Red Horse
Revelations, Book One
Scarlet needs a new job but Horseman of the Apocalypse doesn’t look good on a resume.
Three years ago The Horseman of War followed her companions to Earth in an effort to live human a life. But the moment she left her husband Tyr she knew life wouldn't be worth living. Lonely and longing for her husband, Scarlet is on a path of destruction that could endanger all the riders.
Tyr, god of justice, hunts his wife across the realms. From Hell to the Golden Throne, he travels until he finds her working as a phone operator. Scarlet is no longer the woman he fell in love with, and he is determined to bring that woman back to him if it takes the rest of eternity.
Even though the Horsemen live on Earth, they are still responsible for guarding four seals that can unleash the Apocalypse. When a prophecy is awoken by a deity who only has her own interests at heart, they must go on the defensive to keep their homes on Earth and protect the seals. If even one seal opens, it will start a chain reaction that will force the Horsemen to take up their mantles and destroy the new lives they've worked so hard to build.
Chapter One
Men like him were the reason aliens hadn't yet made contact with Earth. For twenty minutes Scarlet sat at a small table in The White Horse Café and watched the man prowl from one woman to another. He seemed intent on picking someone up with the focus of last call as opposed to first thing in the morning. As he struck out with lucky lady number five, his crosshairs fixed on her. He approached with a swagger and for a moment Scarlet longed for the bite of a sword hilt against her hand.
She answered before he spoke without even glancing up from the screen of the iPhone clutched between her palms. "If you plan to start this exchange with some sort of cheesy pick up line involving a piece of my anatomy, I'm going to stop you right there."
His posture stooped in her peripheral vision. "I just wanted to say that you're beautiful." His tone held a surprising note of vehemence, but he did nothing more and slinked off without another word.
The proper human emotion might be remorse for speaking to him that way, but she felt nothing as he finally left the shop. A shadow fell across her screen a moment later, and she looked up to find the café's owner and her friend, Katherine. Her friend's black hair stuck out wayward and free around her face, hanging against her neck in kinky curls. It only made the light olive of her skin stand out against the bourbon color of her eyes.
"You know you should try to be nicer to people."
Scarlet noted the tone of reproach in her voice but didn't care. "Is everyone in the building still alive?"
"Well, yes."
"Then I'm being nice."
Katherine huffed in that way that made Scarlet very aware she was in the wrong before gently tucking a strand of Scarlet's long straight brown hair behind her ear. "Cloris wants us to try harder." Katherine always mothered the group. The gentle soul hadn't yet realized she didn't need to take care of two-thousand-year-old immortals.
Scarlet put the phone on the table with a clatter and stared up at her friend. "She asked you to speak to me, and you're trying to be nice."
Katherine's lip curled up at the corner. "So you're really not as bad at this interaction thing as you let on."
"I don't understand humans, but I understand you and the others. That's enough for me."
"If you need help or have questions...ask me. I've gotten good at this."
"It's not sex ed, Katherine. I can't just get the run down and hope for the best."
Scarlet gave her one last scowl and picked up the phone again bringing the conversation to a close. They'd spent the last three years trying to fit into the human world, and by all accounts they had succeeded. But everyone else seemed to have a niche where Scarlet really didn't fit in. She swallowed a pang of guilt as it attempted to claw up her throat from her chest. Tyr entered her mind, but she resolved not to think of him and how he'd always been the only being who ever made her feel normal. She never had to be anyone but herself. The others made her feel guilty for wanting to fight, for not wanting to give up a destiny two thousand years in the making. But where her friends went, so did she.
Katherine set a glass of espresso in front of her and disappeared behind the vast counter again without a word. Work started in an hour, and heaven knew she needed the caffeine. Her morning workout had been somewhat brutal even by her standards.
She made a note to apologize for snapping at Katherine and try to make an effort. The thought of finding a boyfriend to appease them crossed her mind every couple of months, but she didn't think a mere human could withstand her constant deluge of depression and paranoia. Scarlet tried to recall if she had always been that way or if it surfaced since they joined the human world. She stopped herself from thinking on it too hard because she honestly didn't want the answer.
As the bitter espresso coated her tongue she sighed out loud and swiped through the daily news on her CNN app. News and coffee. If humans suddenly stopped making them both, she would gladly open her seal and end the world because she'd have nothing else to live for. After a few minutes of reading, she switched to a new app moving through the world's media in small bites. It took some time, but she had learned the biases of each news station so she could try to filter it out. When she discovered the ease of which these people could ignite a war, she became entranced by the causes. The skyrocketing gas prices or a bombing in a village were just a few of an entire array of reasons and excuses to bring out her bad side. As she read each story she longed to feel the grip of her sword in her palm, the jar of metal pounding against metal. A fight, she wanted a fight, but not a person or being on this God forsaken planet could stand against her and live.
A voice interrupted. "I don't know why you watch that crap."
Scarlet glanced up to find her friend Bianca staring down at her. She gave a matching scowl to the one she'd given Katherine before Bianca kissed her on the cheek and danced out of reach. Scarlet watched her go behind the counter and tie on her apron before returning her attention to her phone.
The time passed too fast. Scarlet tossed back the rest of the espresso and grabbed her coat. The cold pressed around her as she exited the café, nearly suffocating in its bone biting intensity. She slipped her phone into her pocket and donned the cashmere-lined gloves Cloris had given her during the last holiday season. The scarf Bianca had knit for her lay forgotten in her gym bag, and now she regretted not grabbing it before leaving the house. The gloves didn't help because her hands had already taken up a dull ache. Of all the things she despised about the human world, the cold was the worst. It sucked the warmth from her body like a leech and remained unrelenting against clothing and heat sources.
Scarlet also abhorred the holiday season accompanying the cold. Had a child been born in such a magical way, why would humanity still celebrate that birth and do so with tinsel and overpriced marketing? Not to mention the fact that she'd never even seen this Almighty, and she resided in the same pantheon. But in the void they often didn't encounter any others so that really wasn't saying much.
The family part she understood. Her companions were her family, the only thing left to her in this world. She endured this torturous life for them. When Cloris suggested they leave the void, Scarlet thought it some sort of practical joke meant to discomfort them. She certainly had a strange sense of humor. As time passed, she realized her companions were unhappy in the void and remained because of her reticence. She had finally relented and followed them to Earth.
She let herself reminisce about her life before weather and rent payments, but all too soon her thoughts drifted to Tyr and she locked down the memories like a bank vault door slamming shut. She walked the rest of the way to her office building counting each step to avoid the sounds in her own head. When she arrived at work, she only wanted to leave. Scarlet entered, her heart somehow heavier.
"Good morning, Scarlet," the security guard said as she scanned her badge allowing her access to the heart of the building. She gave him her usual perfunctory nod before proceeding to the elevator and her workstation.
Her computer log-in screen glowed at her. If she didn't know it to be an inanimate object, she might have described the way it sat there leering at her as malicious. She enjoyed the fantasy of swinging a club through it. Often the delusions involved sparks, flying metal, and on very special occasions, a small fire. Instead of indulging in another deluge of the fantastical, she sat down in her swivel chair and spun to face the beast with a sneer. Once she pressed the correct combination of keys, her workload for the day popped up.
At one point she had worked the sales section and part of her job had been to cold call individuals, but that turned out to be a terrible job for her. Apparently she lacked the necessary cordial personality to sell things. Her current job required her to field help calls from users who didn't understand the basic functions of the equipment they had been duped into buying.
She scanned the list and found a few regulars. One kindly old gentleman she didn't even mind speaking to every week. He had yet to figure out how to connect to the Internet after weeks of talking to her. She began to suspect it was a ruse in order to have someone to talk with. He'd recount stories about his goldfish and the nurse who brought him meals every day. Scarlet would listen because he never asked anything of her.
