Helena's Demon (4 page)

“
I’ll return once I’ve found out
more answers.”

She folded her arms and shot
him an annoyed stare. “Answers about what?” she snapped.

“
Just wait here,” he bit out
sharply. “If you and I are to exist under the same roof, you need to cool that
temper of yours.”

Helena plopped herself down on
the large bed and scowled at him. She looked cute when she scowled.

“
Is there something other than
our bargain I should be worrying about?”

Her scowl turned into a mask of
concern. Even a hint of fear lurked in her brown eyes. That sank his heart.
“I’ll let you know when I find out.” With that, he exited the room, leaving a
fuming Helena sitting on the bed.

As he strode through the empty
corridors of the gloomy mansion,
Cyn
wondered why
Sorscha
sought out a mere human for his mate. Not that he
was complaining. The woman had a hold on him, and he knew it. The vixen would
probably wrap him around her little finger. Apparently there was something his
mother wasn’t telling him.

Deep down, his instincts told
him he should be prepared for what they all were about to face.

Chapter Three

When he left, Helena leaped off
the bed and ran over to the door. She reached out for the doorknob, but her
hand bounced off it. “Damn you,
Cyn
!” She cursed out
loud. She couldn’t get her hand anywhere near the damn knob. A force field or
something was around it. She tried several times in vain and sought other ways
to gain her freedom.

She went over to the tall
windows that were draped in blood-red velvet curtains. She smiled as she pulled
the curtains back and peered outside. For as many miles as her eyes could see,
there was nothing but rich, green land. Was this what Hell looked like? She
rubbed her eyes at the paradise laid out in front of her.

Desperate, she tried opening
the window, but it wouldn’t budge. Frantically, she looked around the room.
Yeah, the chair should do the trick. She rushed over and tried to pick the
chair up, but it seemed to weigh more than she thought.

Cursing, she glanced over at
the large fireplace. Okay, so a poker would have to do. Relieved, she marched
over to the window, pulled the curtains back, and pounded the poker against the
glass. To her surprise, it only bounced off. She tried several more times,
stifling her sobs.

She threw her head back and
cursed the demon some more. “Damn you!” She stomped her foot and tossed the
poker to the ground.
Windows that couldn’t break?
Seriously?
He sure as hell had thought of everything to keep
her where he wanted her.

Helena wouldn’t cry. She’d have
to beat the demon at
his own
game.
But
how?
He owned her now and that infuriated her. Why had she entered into
this bargain? At the time, her gut had told her it was a good thing. Aunt Mimi
would receive proper treatment, and all would be well. But now she wondered if
she’d made a deadly mistake. She paced back and forth, trying to come up with a
plan. Perhaps she could cast a spell? No, that wouldn’t work. Spells usually
backfired in her family. She flopped onto the bed and examined her life. Where
had she gone wrong? She’d spent most of her life wishing she hadn’t been born
into the Pearsall line. Hell, she was doomed the moment she’d been brought into
the world thirty years ago. All Pearsall women were.

The family curse had existed
for centuries from what previous family members told her. Women were never
happy in money or love, although greed and lust ran through the line like a
virus. No one could help themselves.

The past year was all she could
have dreamed. Things turned around and went in her favor after her carefully
considered decision to invoke her demon. What else could she have done? When
she was with her company, she had always gotten skipped over on promotions. She
rarely even missed time from work, up until Aunt Mimi’s condition had grown worse.

Soon, Helena discovered it was
hard to maintain a full-time job and care for a sickly woman. She’d started to
burn herself out, mentally and physically. In a way, she was relieved when her
company let her go as a result of tightening their belts, but then the little
bit of money she had coming in had ceased.

Not even her part-time online
business had picked up. Why did it seem like other people could do anything
they desired and were always successful, and here she busted her ass in an
effort to get things off the ground to no avail?

It was then that she called
upon
Cyn
. All the Pearsall women were captives to
their demons, while their male counterparts died young. That was the extent of
the curse. But…there was something more; there just had to be. She felt it deep
in her soul as she recalled the evening she summoned her personal demon.

The
sight of him in his true
demonic form frightened the hell out of her, but the bill collectors had
frightened her even more back then.

After carefully constructing the
circle, Helena had cut the palm of her hand, allowing the blood to drip into
the chalice. Quickly she added a few roots and herbs.

Picking up the tome, she
recited her demon’s name.
Cynarius
,
Cynarius
,
Cynarius
. That was all
that was needed. She closed the tome and set it down beside her, contemplating
her demon’s arrival.

The skin on the back of her
neck tightened and prickled. Soon after, ice-cold fingers crept up her spine.
Helena winced and closed her eyes. Her demon was toying with her, she could tell.

The cold fingers pinched her
already hardened nipples, and she sucked in a breath. A strong presence
enveloped her as an eerie growl made her heart race in fear. Its breath was hot
on her skin, and she yelped when he gripped the delicate flesh between razor
sharp teeth.

“
Why have you summoned me?”

A wicked baritone sounded to
the right of her, making her shiver. This was definitely a bad idea! The demon
was supposed to be on the outside of the circle, yet he sat right next to her.
Damned Pearsall family magic!

 
“
You know why?” She shivered again when she felt a clawed
hand grip her curly tresses. The demon jerked her head back so that she was
staring into its gold eyes. It was in true demonic form, yet, she was still
attracted to it.

“
Don’t play games with me!” the
beast grated out. “What do you desire?” A sly grin forged itself on its
porcelain features. His face was adorned with intricate tribal markings that
seemed to glow in her presence. The fiery pattern wove itself down his neck and
covered half his chest, eventually spiraling down his arm. Black hair dusted
across his wickedly good-looking features, falling well past his collarbone.

“
I need help with the bills.
I’ve been working my fingers to the bones, and I always come out on the
bottom.”

The demon laughed.
“Hmm.
You’ll come out on the bottom when you deal with me.”
It laughed again and tweaked her nipple with a claw. “You’ll always be on the
bottom when I’m having my way with your flesh.”

“
I’ll do anything.” Helena
wanted to believe those words. She concentrated on Aunt Mimi. It was the only
way she could survive this. Out of nowhere, a scroll unfolded itself and fell
to the floor in front of her. Beside it, an
althame
appeared.

“
You will do any and everything
I desire,” he murmured in her ear as he stripped her bare. “Here is our
contract. Read it over, sign your name in blood.”

“
Blood?”

“
What are you? Deaf?” The
creature frowned, making himself appear more sinister. “Signing your name in
blood allows me to give you all that you desire.
Instantly.
After a year, we will meet, and you must live with me, until the debt is paid
in full.”

With shaky fingers, Helena
picked the scroll up and read. It was almost difficult as the demon played with
her body. His hot tongue teased the tender spot on her neck. House, car, and
unlimited funds caught her attention. Right now, that was more than she had.
The money would be more than enough to stave off the wolves at her front door.
She mouthed through the part about living with
Cyn
.
Hell, it was only until the debt was repaid. She could deal. She sucked in a
sharp breath at the impending orgasm.

With a grunt, she picked up the
althame
and cut herself. A soft curse and a wince
later, she signed her name with the tip of the
althame
.

“
Good girl.” The demon grinned,
bowed his head, licking her wound clean. “You belong to me now.”

Helena gasped.
“Now?”
The demon wanted to screw her right here and now in
his true form? Her stomach twisted and her pussy clenched several times. To
someone other than a Pearsall, this was totally taboo. Hell, it was bad enough
she summoned him. Having sex with him would surely send her soul to hell in a
handbasket
.

“
I just want…” he whispered
seductively in her ear as his fingers slipped beneath her silken panties, “to
taste your sweetness. I have what you call, an oral fixation. I love the taste
of a woman when she’s wet and wanting. You’re all that and more, Helena.”

“
Unh!”
Helena gasped as the demon
ripped her panties and toyed with her clit. The forbidden pleasure was so
intense,
she bit her own lip as she squirmed in pleasure at
the demon’s touch.

She gushed as her demon touched
the opening of her pussy, her body burning with hot promises of sinful delight
throughout the night. She cried out when he gently entered a digit inside her,
spreading her hot juices around her swollen clit.

The demon bit her neck,
nibbling her heated flesh as Helena’s body rode the first few intense waves of
her release.

“
Oh, fuck!” She squealed in a
high-pitched voice as the waves of pleasure encased her for what seemed like an
eternity. She shuddered when the demon sucked on its digits. The deep,
animalistic growl he created made her want to beg for more. “Please,” she
gasped.

“
Don’t,” he warned as he licked
her cream off his fingers. “If I fuck you now, the deal is off and I’ll drag
you to Hell with me.” He thrust his face close to hers. “Is that what you
want?”

“
No, no, no!” Helena panicked,
and she thought of Aunt Mimi.

“
Relax,” he said quickly. “We’ll
have more than our share of time together a year from now. In my long
existence, I’ve learned that patience is a virtue. Just don’t fuck me over,
Helena. As your personal demon, I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

With that he quickly
disappeared, leaving Helena struggling for breath she was sure she wouldn’t
achieve. Her chest heaved, and her body burned in the areas he’d touched.
Unsure about standing, she remained in the circle almost an hour after the
meeting with her demon.

Helena smiled solemnly. The
next day, she’d received a hefty tax return. It was the first tax return in
years that hadn’t been garnished by bill collectors. After that, everything
that had taken place was like a domino effect.

Client inquiries dropped into
her lap and eventually she had more money than she could have imagined. It all
seemed like a dream come true, but was short lived. She shivered when her pussy
creamed at the very thought of
Cyn’s
hands caressing
her flesh. Her body tingled because that night, if it weren’t for her aunt, she
was sure she would have given in to her personal demon, right there in the
circle.

Aunt Mimi was the
longest-surviving female in the family, although stricken with dementia ten
years ago in her early forties. Her demon had been hell-bent on destruction.
Usually, that’s how demon lovers left you. How fucked up was that?

So many times she feared for
her own sanity and life and often pondered how things would turn out for her.
She shook off a chill as she looked around the room. She didn’t want to feel
comfortable here. But truth of the matter was, a part of her felt almost at
ease with her demon, even though he had deceived her. She desperately hoped
this was the extent of his deception.

Helena glanced around the
elaborate room. He was telling the truth. She would never want for anything in
her life again. But these were all monetary possessions. What about other
things in life, like love and compassion? These were the things she desired
most. All her life she’d yearned to find her better half. She lowered her head
as a tear slid down her cheek. Perhaps she’d never find love.

Chapter Four

Cyn
slipped into Mimi’s room. The
woman seemed so fragile and still, but he knew she was aware of his presence.