Wicked Demons (7 page)

She lifted her hips, trying to guide his
wandering fingers, but he would not acquiesce. Trying again, she
pulled him closer.

That was it. It loosed the animal below the
surface.

In a single movement, Michael dropped to his
knees and swung her left leg over his shoulder, effectively pinning
her in place with his powerful hands as he lifted the material to
expose her.

“Let me have you my way,” he uttered.

Her excitement boiled over. Never had a lover
been so direct, so carnal. Yes, he could have her any way he wished
as long as he made her feel this alive.

His hot breath spilled over her. “I want to
touch every part of you.” His hand swept forward tenderly to where
she was ready for him. Before she could respond, his thumb slid
slowly over her tenderness, alighting each nerve with a flame that
made the sun look dull in comparison.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Go-“

“Not yet,” he replied, parting her with his
fingers, continuing to explore her delicate folds. Rubbing back and
forth, he basked in her wet middle before plunging to her warm
core.

Andi shut her eyes, focusing only on the
intense pleasure of his fingers working slowly inside her. When she
thought the desire would become too great, his thumb found her
outer pressure point and massaged it until she could barely remain
in her own skin a moment longer. It did not take long for Andi’s
body to explode with feeling.

Michael slid the white material even higher
and nuzzled his lips to her breasts. “I want you so much I can’t
stand it,” he moaned.

As the heat rose between them, a twinge of
something askew struck Andi. The flicker of her newfound inferno
was clearing her head, blocking Michael’s incubus influence.

“No.” Her thoughts stumbled over
themselves.

Her leg slid down his side and to the ground
as Michael rose, gazing into her eyes. Unwilling to believe that
she was capable of breaking not only herself from the haze of
rapture, but also the incubus causing it, he shook his head.
“Impossible. The charm cannot be broken once the sensual dance
begins, not even by me.”

“No,” she chanted again, pushing him away to
gain more clarity of the situation. Andi’s brows scrunched as she
registered his disbelief as devastation. Resituating the toga
material tastefully, she gently decreed, “This is no way to
live.”

Fully broken of the trance, Michael’s voice
was rough and strained. “I know only this existence, but I believe
you. That is why I seek more.”

“By sacrificing him?” She pointed to the
cabin.

He nodded. “If necessary.”

“Would you sacrifice me as well? Apparently,
I am no more human than him. Than you.”

A gleam in his eye worried her as he said,
“We could make you human, too.”

“Until yesterday I
was
human. I always
have been, until that insane moment I ceased to be. I’m not sure
what I am, but I am not willing to even consider changing when I am
just beginning to understand.” Andi stood her ground and spoke what
was in her heart. “I will not change for you, Michael.”

She walked to the small abode and fought the
door. Turning to Michael, she demanded, “Open the door.”

“It is a simple spell that should wear
off—“

“Open it!” she snapped.

Michael muttered a short incantation and
waved his hand through the air. The tension on the door gave and
Toryn burst forth. Looking from Andi to Michael madly, he soon
realized there was no one to fight.

Andi held up a hand for both of the men to
remain quiet.

“It’s been a long weekend. I just need to get
my car out of the ditch and go home.”

Toryn could not have been more stunned. “You
cannot return to the mundane world.”

“It’s my world.”

“It will not compare,” Michael insisted.

“And yet you make it impossible to stay
here,” she pointed out.

Stepping forward, Toryn said, “The witches
know your face now. They will come for you, even in your human
world.”

She laughed. “I was audited two years ago.
Demon hunters don’t scare me.”

“They should.”

As serious as she’d been in days, Andi kissed
Toryn lightly. “That’s why I have you. When the time comes, we will
be standing on the same side of the line.” Remembering Michael and
his kicked puppy expression, she turned and, stopping just short of
touching him, leaned in. “What side will you be standing on?”

Returning to her “mundane” existence felt
rather fantastic, but there were times like these when Andi was
left alone with her thoughts, and that’s when things ceased to make
sense.

She was some sort of demon. How? Who else
carried the family gene? Curiosity was driving her mad, but it
wasn’t the sort of question that could easily be broached at
Thanksgiving or during a quick shopping trip with Mom and sis. Andi
was waiting for the right time to present itself. And while her
sexcapades had left her emotionally reeling, one thing was certain:
Her bum knee was only a memory. In fact, she hadn’t felt physically
better in, well, her entire life.

So where did this leave her?

Though she had given Toryn and Michael her
very best “don’t call me, I’ll call you” speech before Toryn had
escorted her back to her vehicle—because unlike Michael, he had
clothes on—she couldn’t help but wish her human world was big
enough for them all.

Or maybe it was her heart that wasn’t big
enough. After all, she was part fire demon. Either way, she took
comfort in knowing that she would see them again. That same notion,
however, kept her up at night, afraid to dream.

For the time being, Andi sat on her front
porch, sipping coffee, trying to forget her wicked demons.