Book 2 ch.1 Wake up...please wake up

Previously from book 1 last ch. Is this the end? :

The demon had at last made it up the hill; only then did he relinquish his hold on his heavy scythe while walking up the path to his mansion. So close yet so far away he thought, as his legs continue to take him to his goal. Muffled sounds of barks enter his hearing, and realized it was Ruby as she circled him then walked along side him. Sweat broke out on his skin was his vision began to swim.

He hears another voice and he instantly recognized the warm sound. Sophie. His steps falter as he desperately looks up to try and see her, but only see’s a blurry vision of blues and gold’s. He tries to reach out to her. “Sophie,” he rasps before his vision completely blackened and begins to fall to the ground.

All he could feel was the bone chilling cold that seeped through his flesh as if the dark lord had a grip on his own soul.

His dark world was nothing more than muffled noises, touch, and scent as something turns him to his back and shifts his head to lie on something soft that held a strong scent of lilacs and vanilla. Something hot and wet fell on his cold face as more watery sounds echo in his head. He tries to open his eyes but is too tired and only falls more into unconsciousness.

‘Is this the end?’

Book 2 ch. 1 *~*~Wake up…please wake up*~*~

Sophie slipped in the deep snow again as she desperately tried to reach her brother and Damion. She tripped again and crawled the short distance between them, “Damion!”—she cried at the top of her lungs as she clasped his shoulder, trying to turn him over but his massive size wouldn’t allow him to budge.

Rook released a throaty moan before muttering, “Shrimp?” It took him a moment for it all to come back to him. He lifted his head weakly to see Sophie to continue to try, and fail, at turning Damion over.

She looked to him with eyes dripping with tears. “Rookie, help me!”

The young demon pulled his leg free from Damion’s weight before kneeling next to Sophie, pulling Damion by his side until he laid flat on his back. His mentor was covered in his own blood, his skin a sickly pail compared to his usually rich tan. The skin around his eyes was so dark, and his hands were pitch black as if they’d been burnt.

Sophie shifted his head to lie in her lap, and then removed her cotton robe to place beneath Damion’s crown to keep him from choking on his blood. She curled over him, her bangs brushing against his brow, “Damion?! Open your eyes!” She couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. With trembling fingers she glided them beneath his jaw until they laid just under his pointed his ear.

…No pulse.

She began to hyperventilate, “I can’t get a pulse!—”

“Sophie—”

“There’s no pulse!—”

“Soph—”

“Damion, open your eyes!—”

Rook had no choice but to grab her by the shoulders and gently shake her. “Sophie! He doesn’t have a heart remember? He wouldn’t have a pulse…Look,” he took her hand and held it above Damion’s mouth—there she could feel his shallow but steady breaths. A heart he lacked, but not lungs.

Silence stretched between them before Sophie relaxed in his grip and began to cry in relief. But they weren’t out of the woods yet.

“We need to get him inside.” Rook began to stand, but was forced to lean on his good leg before bending over and hooking his arms beneath Damion’s and clasping his hands together in front of his mentor’s wide chest; while Sophie helplessly stood beside him. This wasn’t going to be easy.

Rook strained to lift Damion’s upper body while trying to drag him back to the house, ‘why did you have to weigh so much, old man?!’ Determined, Rook continued to drag the heavy warrior until he made it into their home.

*~*~*~

‘We should attack now while there weak!’

The singed copycat hissed at the audacity of the mindless beater that survived the attack with the few other soul eaters, “You stupid beast! Can’t you see?” Its masked face glanced back at the Doberman that stood protectively between them and their prey, as it continued to growl deeply.  They were just beyond the mansion’s gates hidden in shrubbery, but even from here the copycat could tell that, that was no ordinary dog. The soul eater could sense the dark energy rolling off the canine along with those pitch black eyes that sensed the danger. “That dog is an Alligare to the Soul collector…we must retreat for now and plan another strategy.”

Reluctantly the beasts pull away from the mansion, and instead returned to stalk any prey that was still available to feed from before the first rays of the morning light peeked above the cloudy horizon.

*~*~*~* (cliffy! Sorry X3 But I’m going to the cabin with my family, and there’s no internet there. I’ll still be typing but you’ll have to wait for more when I get back from the weekend. Happy Memorial DAY!)

With the last of the young demon’s strength, Rook pulled Damion onto the bed; sweat covering his face from the exertion.  Sophie had come in seconds later with the tin box, before laying out the needle, thread, and dressings. It was only then that she noticed it.

The color left her cold cheeks as she lightly traced the torn membrane. “His wing…”

“Can you fix it?”

“…I don’t know.”  It wasn’t not like sewing cloth or normal flesh—this was a webby, stretchy skin. If not sewn properly she could ruin his wing. She bit her bottom lip nervously before taking a deep breath and putting the thread though the needle eye. “But I can try.”

After caring for all of Damion’s other wounds, it took the poor girl hours to stitch the wing together. She made the stitch as small as possible while still having a firm hold on the shifty flesh; she lost count on how many times she pricked her numb fingers.

While she had tended to Damion, Rook stitched himself up while clenching a wooden spoon between his teeth. His sewing work was not as fancy as his sisters, for it looked like that of a Frankenstein stitching but it would do.

When she finished treating Damion’s wounds she went to the kitchen and washed her hands free of the cold, sticky blood. Once the blood was gone she leaned against the sink as she tried to steady herself; her brother right next to her as he washed his own hands.

“…What happened?” Tears threatened to fall from her eyes again after everything calmed down and reality came crashing down on her.

She had almost lost her brother and Damion.

*~*~*

They were back in the bedroom again, as Sophie sat next to Damion who still hadn’t moved. It had taken Rook almost till dawn to tell the whole story to Sophie as she absorbed it all in. If Damion hadn’t of protected Rook, her brother would have died this night.

She stroked her fingers through Damion’s damp, long bangs as she whispered to him. “You kept your promise to me,” another sob raked her body before she leaned down to kiss his swollen brow. Guilt consumed her at the price Damion paid for her happiness.

Rook had left them alone as he wallowed in his own pain and misery in his own bed. He didn’t have a right to complain.

The night’s haunting images plagued his mind of those damn beasts. He cursed himself when his body wouldn’t stop shaking.  ‘You screwed up Rook. You haven’t gotten stronger—you’ve become damn a burden!’

Now he didn’t know if Damion would pull through or if the demon would ever be the same after this. And there was no telling when Damion would wake up…which meant he was on his own.

~*~*~*

A pair of round coral, and curious citrus eyes spied from the bay window as they observed the golden beauty that watch over one of their kind; never aware of the demon’s that watched her.

‘Curious…very curious.’

The trim demon with wavy hair that reached the nape of his neck adjusted his leather cowboy hat; his snake fang piercings on his lower lip gleamed in the moon light as he stood up. A deep western voice with a mix of Australian spoke then to his odd little companion that sat on his shoulder, “Things just got interesting, kid. Maybe this trip won’t be a complete waste after all.”

Just as silently as they came they left. Waiting until tonight to do ‘pest control’ in this village and perhaps at a later time get some answers.

 (cliffy~ X3)

 
Three days…

Three. Long. Days—and Damion had yet to awaken from his coma, while Sophie barely slept or ate at all but remained diligently by his side. The skin beneath her eyes was darkened from lack of sleep while her stomach burned and cramped yet she ignored her body’s needs. She dabbed a damp cloth over Damion’s face and upper body while checking to see what wounds had healed and still needed time. His body was in a constant sweat as if it was fighting any infections.

After the first day his wing did heal faster then she expected, and when Sophie removed the stitches, his wings slowly morphed back into his body. At first she thought it was a sign that he was waking up—yet he remained in slumber. Her heart grew heavy with dread for every day—every hour that her Damion didn’t wake up. By the second day she tried talking to him constantly, hoping that she could rouse him from sleep, even read him Shakespeare in hopes it would help him come back to her.

Her throat was raw on the third day and her spirit wilted. She missed him—missed hearing his voice. The only comfort her demon could provide was curling up next to his still form, as he continued to breathe deeply. As long as he breathed, she had hope…But how long could his body hold up before giving out from malnourishment? His ribs were beginning to poke out, and she knew his body hungered from the sound of his own cramping stomach; his throat raspy from dryness. Demons required more food than a human from burning so much more of their energy…and he had pushed himself beyond his limits with his magic and physical strength that night. Like a match he burned himself out, and there was no way to give him the fuel he needed.

She looked down at his face and lightly traced the matching black eyes that remained on his face. The blow to his head was the reason he was healing slower than usual, and also the reason he remained in sleep. She became jumbled from her thoughts when Rook entered their bedroom. He brought more logs for the fireplace before moving to stand next to the bed and placing a plate of fruit on the nightstand, yet she did not touch it.

She still remembered what he told her three days ago while he prepared to go out to do his nightly duty as a Soul Collector.

She watched him tie his soul bag onto his belt and picked up his weapon. “Where are you going?!” She asked frantically, as she stepped into his way to the door.

“Where else would I be going? I have to protect the village. That means I have to go out there every night, Shrimp.” He tried to keep his tone light but she could tell he was scared shitless to go out there by himself.

She shook her head at his reason. “No you’re not! You almost died out there—Damion almost died out there! You don’t stand a chance by yourself—” She was startled when he gently gripped her shoulders so she was forced to look at his face.

“Sophie…I have to go out there. If I don’t all the people we care about will be in danger. Think about Granny and her weak heart—or Flora and all her children without her husband to protect them. What about our Mother? There all easy prey. Many people’s suffering will double if I’m not out there doing something.” He drew her into his embrace as his frame gave a slight tremble, “And if I don’t go out there now Shrimp I’ll be too damn afraid to ever try…I have to do this.” He cradled her head as she wept against him. He was right, and she hated how selfish she was when all the people who were dear to her were in danger, by keeping him here. He wasn’t a little boy anymore, he was a soul collector now and she needed to let him go and trust him to know what he was doing.

When she settled, she put on her bravest face as she prayed for her brother to come back. “…I trust you brother,” she watched helplessly as Rook walked out the door.

*~*~*~

She glanced over at Rook and noticed a heavy bruise on his collar bone; another injury he’d sustained the nights before, soul collecting. She tried asking him, but he seemed to be tight lipped about it, but suspected he didn’t want to add to her worry for him and Damion’s well being.

“Any changes?” He asked, as he looked at his teacher and mentor who now had three days of growth on his jaw.

“Nothing…Not even a twitch.” She released another sigh before continuing to wipe his collar bone clean from sweat.

The young demon noticed Sophie’s arms lightly trembled from exhaustion. Her hair had dulled, her eyes were puffy, and he could hear her stomach from where he was standing. She was neglecting her needs and he couldn’t take it anymore. “You should wash your face and eat something.”

She stifled a yawn while rubbing at her heavy eyes, “I’m fine. I don’t want to leave his side.”

The demon released a snort. “No. You’re not fine; you need to take care of yourself.” He plopped himself onto the bed, “Go walk around, get some fresh air, and for God sakes eat something. I’ll watch him, and when you come back you should at least try to get some sleep for a couple of hours.” He hooked his knuckles under her chin to see her reluctant eyes. “Damion would want you to be healthy when he wakes up.”

A single tear slip down her cheek. He was right. “I know…it’s just—”

“I know Shrimp, but it’s going to be okay.”

She could only hope so. Her body felt heavy as she slide off the bed and walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen. When she was out of sight, Rook slowly sinked back down onto the mattress; his hand fisted in his hair.

“Damn it, old man—when are you going to wake up! Don’t you dare make a liar out of me!”

(cliffy X3 cause I can >D )

*~*~*~

A deep breath

The scent of burning hickory and heavy tears filled his nose.

Another deep breath

There just beneath the salty wet scent laid the smell of vanilla and lilacs. A scent he craved to fill his nose while his world remained black while fuzzy sounds echoed in the darkness. His whole body ached, and he couldn’t remember why. He could feel soft warm hands caress his body while the gentle sound of a voice filled his ears; feel the golden aura that called to his own. He knew that voice—knew that touch and he wanted desperately to comfort the sad soul that was precious to him, yet he could not escape his prison, no matter who hard he tried.

…How long how he been in this dark abyss? He did not know. Time seemed to move differently in this dark place.

His stomach burned and his throat splintered from his thirst but neither compared to the ache in his chest and soul. Muffled sounds echoed around him while something cool wiped across his heated skin, before the familiar golden aura was moving away from him.

His soul cried out, wanting her to stay near him but his body barley responded to his mind, yet he continued to push against the foggy barrier around his mind.

And with pure will alone the barrier holding him prisoner had finally shattered.

The demon weakly opened his heavily bruised lids to see a blurry ceiling. With each blink his vision slowly returned and Damion was able to see clearly again. Even the sounds around him became clear. More sharper.

In the corner of his eye he saw the owner of the green aura that had visited him from time to time.

‘Rook…’

His apprentice spoke while his frame slightly shook, “Damn it, old man—when are you going to wake up! Don’t you dare make a liar out of me!”

‘So the insolent little brat still calls me, old man, after I saved his ass!’ Yet he was relieved the boy survived without any permanent physical damage. He tried to speak but discovered his tongue was thick and dry from dehydration, so instead, he lifted his bandaged hand to lie against Rook’s shoulder. His response however was not what Damion was expecting.

Rook had nearly jumped out of his skin as he leapt forward; his voice creating a high pitched “Eep,” before he turned around and became completely lost for words.

Silence filled the room while both demons stared at the other.

Damion’s dry throat croaked, “D-did you just…Eep?”

His students face flushed bright red then. “No!” though his voice still sounded high pitched before he cleared it and spoke again, “Damn, Old man! Don’t scare the hell out of me like that again, you lucky bastard!—” Rook had to quickly walk over to the bed to keep Damion from getting out of bed. He had just woken up and needed to take it slow.

“S-soph.” His mentor croaked, unable to even finish Sophie’s name. His throat feeling dry like sand had coated his tongue. He tried to push himself out of bed, only to be pushed back down by Rook.

“She’s fine. Just lie down, she’ll be right back.” When his mentor glanced at the ripe fruit on the night stand, Rook quickly handed the plate to him; the demon didn’t hesitate before grabbing a handful of the grapes and devouring them.

 Calories. Vitamins. Protein. Fluids. Things his body desperately needed as Damion stuffed another handful of grapes into his mouth; the juices providing relief to his dry throat before filling his cramped stomach.

“Hey—take it easy, old man! You’ll make yourself sick.” Yet he dared not take the plate away, less he loose his hand.

The demon chewed another handful before, leaning back against the pillows with a sigh of relief escaping his lips. “How long was I out?”

“…Three days.”

His eyes widened, “The village..!?”

“—Is fine. I’ve been taking over for you…with some help.”

‘So others did see my signal,’ He thought in relief. “Who?”

“See, that’s the thing. I have no idea.” He still remembered the brief encounter the first night he was on his own…or so he thought.

The young demon stood his ground as two beaters tried to take him on. He leaned on his good leg since the other was still heavily damaged from the ambush. His lips pulled back in a snarl as he divided his swords and took them head on.  He spun to dodge one’s bear trap mouth but, couldn’t escape the others ball chain as it wrapped around his arm. Rook tried to shake himself free, but was to late as the other beater swung its ball chain to wrap around his neck. He gasped for air as he clawed at the chains around his throat. The beaters began to pull him in different directions, either trying to choke him to death or tear his limbs off.

A third beater appeared, saliva dripping from its metal jaws as it charged him, before raising its morning stars to bash the boys skull in. Just when Rook thought he was done for, a loud “Bang!” echoed through the air. The beater fell to the ground with a hole though its skull, the souls sprouting from their prison. Before the other beaters could react, two more shots were fired—both beasts falling to the ground, dead, as their grips loosened on Rook. He gasped for air as frantically looked around to spot the shooter, but could find no trace of them.

From the corner of his eye, Rook spotted a blue stone on the ground that matched the one he carried. Before he could pick it up, it began to levitate with two more as they raised high above the ground.

A deep western mixed with an Australian voice spoke above him, as the young demon spotted a dark figure with wings standing over one of the buildings. “You have a long way to go before doing this job solo, boy. I can tell you’re not even half a year old, and damn lucky to still be alive.” The figure grabbed the three small blue stones, before reloading them back into his peace maker. “Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me, until your mentor wakes up.”

Before Rook could stop and question the stranger they disappeared. Ever since then, he had an anonymous ally on his side.

 “A soul collector that uses the blue stones as bullets, you say?...Ah the Australian gaucho, I remember seeing him once, it was eighty years ago. I was 42 at the time and he reached his 137^th year when he surpassed his mentor… He must have transferred to another region to look after and was close to my location when he say the signal.”

“He’s a cowboy?”

“Not quiet. Some soul collector’s retain their specialties they had when they were human. There are highlanders, Vikings, knights, every kind of warrior you can imagine. He was obviously a cowboy in his past life the way he spoke, dressed, and his choice of weapon, that he was most comfortable with.”

Rook nodded before the room became quiet again. “…You saved my life back there. I’m sorry I’m the reason you were in a coma—.”

“—Don’t apologies for the decisions I made. If you want to make it up, don’t throw you life away like that.” He narrowed his eyes on the boy. He was still pissed Rook would just give up.

His apprentice only nodded again, not arguing with him. He was being too quiet and Damion knew that was guilt, in the boy’s eyes.

Damion sinked more against the pillows as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, and noticed yet another patch covered his nose like one of many covering his wounds.  He thought about how hard this must have been for Sophie to endure, as she took care of him. “What about Sophie? How has she been holding up for three day?”

Sighing, “She’s been taking care of you night and day. She barely slept and would hardly touch any food I gave her…she still pretty shook up.”

The wounded demon leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling, his own guilt eating away at him. “I see.” His ear then flickered as Rook’s did; they could hear Sophie slowly approaching the bedroom.

“I’ll go tell her you’re awake—.”Rook said, as he headed towards the door.

Damion quickly raised his head, “No.”

“What?” He asked baffled.

His mentor laid fully back down and closed his eyes. He looked as if he never awoken, until he spoke again. “I will tell her myself…and Rook, don’t even think about disturbing us.” He cracked an eye open to show Rook that, that was an order. “You and I will talk later.”

Rook screwed his face up in confusion until he realized what Damion was planning to do. “…You really are a sick old man, you know that? I hope she smacks you for this.” That only earned him a small chuckle from the cheeky demon before he ‘pretended’ to be in a coma again.

‘Cheeky bastard.’

Rook had just made it to the door as Sophie was walking in. As he asked of her, she washed her face, putting more color back in her pale face but, could tell she still didn’t eat something. She looked so tired yet she made an attempt of a smile for her brother, as she passed him to be back at Damion’s side. “Thank you, brother.”

He remained silent about the surprise she was in for. ‘You’re a very lucky man to have someone like my sister that loves you so much.’ So Rook let them be, as he closed the door and went some distance between them as he let them have their little moment alone.

*~*~*~*

Sophie added some more logs on the fire, before crawling on the bed to sit next to Damion again; not noticing the half eaten plate.

Damion could feel Sophie as the bed shifted from her light weight, before she sat next to him, his arm loosely cradling her to him. Even when wearing the leggings her feet felt cold as they shifted just beneath his clawed hand.  He struggled to keep his composure and breathe evenly as he felt her cold hand on his chest, before it moved up to cup his face.

She moistened her dry lips as she pleadingly asked him, “When will you wake up?”

Though he couldn’t see her, he could hear her sniffle; feel her hair tickle his face as she pecked just beneath his blackened eye. She continued to leave light kisses on his battered face, and it took everything he had to hold still. Tears had started to fall against his face and neck, as she curled up on top of his chest. His voice nearly hitched when she lightly placed a kiss on his Adam’s apple. ‘Not yet.’

 She curled her fist near her lips to keep from crying out as she silently wept on his chest. She wanted her demon back, her heart and soul ached for him to come back to her. “Wake up,” she whispered as she squeezed her eyes shut, “…Please. Wake up.”

The air in her lungs froze when the wall of muscle suddenly rise up and a pair of arms and wings wrapped around her trembling form. She was too stunned to move as she felt his prickly face rubs against her own as he inhaled her scent deeply; his hand coming up to cradle her head.  “Y-you’re awake,” she wept out as her own arms wrapped around his neck and bury themselves in his hair. She desperately held onto him, and hoped to God this wasn't a cruel dream or a hallucination.

It was if he could hear her fears as he reassured her. “It’s not a dream, little one.”

A stubby chin moved to gently scratched against hers as those familiar lips claimed hers in a heart racing kiss. She closed her eyes as she kissed back feverishly; her hands moving to his face and neck as she held him close.

(cliffy X3 do u hate me or love me? Let me know~)

(warning some smexy ahead. If you’re not old enough or mature enough then don’t read it! I mean it! *Gives you stink eye!)

Only when she needed to breath again did she pull away from those sinful lips. What she did next surprised Damion. She actually smacked his bruised shoulder.

A hiss escaped his lips as his teeth clenched together from the sharp pain. “What was that for?”

She fisted her dainty hands on his chest, “For scaring the hell out of me!”

His brow crinkled in disbelief as a smirk formed, “You’ve never had hell in you to begin with.”

Her face puffed up at him, “Pft! Don’t you dare joke about this!” Tears began to roll down her face again as she broke into a fit of hiccups. She managed say, “Y-you stupid man—” Hiccup! “— you almost—” Hiccup! “—died!” She covered her eyes with both of her hands. The poor girl became a crying, hiccupping mess in his lap.

Damion cradled her against him while his wings wrapped around her again, as he tried to calm her down. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, as his fingers threaded through her hair. When she calmed down she managed to speak clearly, but Damion had to strain to hear her. “How’s your wing?”

Realization dawned on the demon, as he withdrew the right wing away from her to examine it. The fleshy membrane was still in one piece, with just the slightest hint of a scar. He flexed the wing to its full extent and rotated the limb and found it still functioned properly. He watched as Sophie’s fingers stretched out to touch his wing. It was then he noticed the few puncture wounds on her finger tips from a sewing needle. “You saved it,” he stated. The demon then gently grasped her fingers to bring to his lips, kissing each digit, “You are an angel.”

Before she knew it, Damion had her in another kiss that made her whimper with want, as he slowly lowered her to the bed. Her cheeks flushing red when he nestled his hips comfortable between her thighs, and she felt it rub against her. “Are you serious right now?!”

“As the plague,” he said against her neck, his hot breath making her shiver. He was dead serious about this.

“Y-you’re hurt! You need to rest.” Though she couldn’t hide how excited her demon was making her; every part of her body singed for him as his hands roamed her curves.

He lifted his head to look down at her, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest. “I assure you, little one, I may look half-dead but another part of me feels very much alive.” He demonstrated by grinding his hips against hers, earning another throaty moan.

Still weak to cast a spell to remove her damn clothing, he instead fisted the night gown and moved it up past her bound breasts and stilled. Barely eating for three days combined with high anxiety levels, she had lost weight; her ribs were beginning to poke out.

He didn’t like it.

She squeaked in surprise when Damion lightly bit her ribs, his nose probing right along her longest scar that ran on the right side of her body.

“You’ve neglected your health,” he muttered.

When she tried to push the dress back down to hide the evidence, Damion pinned her hands above her head. The look in his eyes, though still filled with lust, had concern and sincerer in them too. When she looked away, he spoke. “Sophie. What is the one of two commands I have ever given you?”

“W-what?” Her breath caught in her throat when Damion started placing light kisses on her stomach and rib cage. He could hear her heart beating erotically to his touches as her stomach fluttered under his lips. His other hand slowly dragging her leggings off to reveal the creamy flesh beneath.

“Tell me,” he insisted again before he licked and bit her collarbone; her legs tightening around him, as she tried to pull him closer.

“T-to gain the proper weight,” she stuttered.

His mouth hovered over her bound breasts. “Correct…Don’t do it again,” though his order sounded more like a plea. Her eyes shined in understanding to him as she nodded her head.  He went back to worshiping her still beautiful body, and used his teeth to drag the binding down to reveal her breasts to him; his mouth water to taste them—his hands twitching to cup them.  Hell, it had been a long, long time since he’d seen those.

His eyes connected to her again as he watched her pull the rest of her sweater and nightgown off; her skin beginning to heat up from the intense passion between them.

Her light pink nipples perked at his heated gaze, while his hands slowly moved to cup her soft breasts from beneath. His own breathing coming in short breaths as his little angel writhed beneath him. He laid more of his weight on top of her to feel every inch of her soft, silky skin against his chiseled form. The cheeky demon took a nipple into his hot mouth, tugging and squeezing the soft flesh lightly, causing Sophie to arch her back more against him.

Her voice released small cries of pleasure when Damion switched between breasts, his goatee tickling her sensitive nipple before he kissed the tip and repeated his  torture to her body and mind. Her hands roamed his back, while she resisted dragging her nails against his bandaged back, and instead braced his shoulders from behind.

His eyes locked on hers as he suckled, a deep rumble vibrated in his chest and mouth before he released her breast with an audible pop. His voice lowed to that deep erotic tone that made heat pool in her lower stomach, “Feel me, Sophie. Feel what you do to me.” She bit her bottom lip when Damion rubbed his cock against her clothed core just right, sending her nerves into a heating frenzy. Oh how she wished to remove the last scrap of their cloths, and let him take what she wanted to give to only him.

“Please,” she whimpered as she tried to rub more against him. Her head began swimming when he kissed her deeply again, their tongues grazing together, as they took and gave to each other; his body continuing to rub against her in a sensuous body caress.

‘Oh God I love him.’ And for once she had the courage to say those three words out loud to him.

Brushing his long hair away from his bruised face, and grazing her fingers along his smooth horns, she plucked the courage to tell him. “Damion…I-I lo—”

The click of a door.

The look of anger, to shock then, panic in Damion’s eyes when he looked up.

The air was forced from her lungs when she realized she was pressed against Damion’s back from behind, his arm keeping her pinned to him as he crouched into a protective stance on the bed. There standing inside the door frame was Damion’s old mentor.

Fear gripped her chest as Sophie dare not say a word, but she already knew; he had seen her—he had seen them. She could feel that Damion was holding his breath as he faced the demon across the room, before the seasoned demon finally spoke, with narrowed eyes.

“You…Have a lot of explaining to do.”

Oh this was very bad.

(END of ch.16 for book 2! MUWAHAHAHA! Thats right the original cock blocker is back! >D X3 hehe what did you think? Sorry, I lead you all on like that again, but hey~ It entertains me X3 please comment! Up next! Ch.18 Guests, so you guys can guess what this will be about XD dun dun DUNNNN!!!!! another note: I will try and make my ch.s not so long to where they will need a part two and just try and stick to a maximum of 20 pages per ch. ^U^ I already got all the ch.s figured out, so this will be intense. Oh what will happen next XD)