Lure of a Demon

RAY

That army chick, man, she was something else.

Coming into my territory, into the part of the city I had claimed as my own, and telling me to stop having fun? Saying I might hurt an innocent person? Who the fuck did she think she was?

Innocence was subjective. People lived secret lives she had no idea about. Everyone had their surprises—I should know. I had spent my fair share of time in Hell working people’s hidden truths from them, then torturing them with the knowledge of what they had done.

Or if they felt no guilt, simply using physical pain. That could be more fun.

But that woman, she had gotten to me. I felt the rage burning inside her as though my actions were a personal insult and how it counteracted the arousal she felt from being in my presence. It wasn’t a lie. Demons do have that effect on humans, but we have to either consciously turn it on, or it can be a side effect when fueled by adrenaline. I’m sure all her anger couldn’t have been directed at me, not really. No, she was holding rage for something or someone else. Yet she still insisted on protecting the society and people who had—judging by her limp and the worn-out uniform pants—done her no favors.

Grinning, I scrunched my wet hair between my fingers. Although, the look on her face when I had gotten close to her was something else entirely—her slightly widened eyes, the increase of her pulse, the hitch of her breath. She responded to me on every level and, more importantly, on the primal level that demons live and breathe in.

While demons had that effect on almost everyone, her response was something else—the way her body had craved to be near mine. Her mind had fought so gallantly against her body’s betrayal. It wasn’t all my instinct, she was attracted to me, and I mean, who wouldn’t be? But the inner fight coupled with her anger, well, it was hard not to wonder what it would be like to fuck her.

Not by force, of course, but by seduction. A flick of my tongue in the right places, and I’m sure I could have her squirming under me. Maybe she’d be good with her mouth too.

Wrapping the towel around my body, I fell back on the couch, letting my legs dangle over the arm. It was nice to have a hot shower—scathing hot—stripping away the filth and sweat from the past few days.

It wasn’t my shower, nor my home, not that it mattered. The owners of this place wouldn’t be home for a few hours. I wasn’t going to rob them, they had nothing of interest to me anyway. I simply wanted to have a shower and grab something to eat. Hardly a crime.

Perhaps this mystery woman would make things more interesting. It was starting to get a bit dull tearing places apart. Even the fire had lost some of its appeal. All those humans were the same—thought they were tougher than they actually were—and the few who had any fighting skills didn’t last long enough for me to get the pleasure I needed from the brawl.

Typical.

Because I needed the rush from their pain in a fight and even craved some of the pain myself. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to keep my demon controlled, and it would come out, much as it had begun to when my little army chick had witnessed the beginning of the change.

So, now someone was on to me and actively tracking me down? Very interesting. A game of cat and mouse I could play, luring her and then leaving her, driving her crazy.

Maybe then I’d take her. Make her so angry, fuel her with hatred, so when I finally got her naked, she’d be barely more than animal. I could find out what really drove the anger and lust that mingled so strongly within her body.

Added bonus—she was easy on the eyes. It was hard not to notice the curves of her breasts when I had my boot heel pressed to her chest, not to mention the lines of her neck when my fingers were around it. She was afraid of what I was—fair enough—most humans were scared of what they didn’t understand. But she was strong enough to stand up to me, to seek me out, and that made her different.

Had she stabbed me in the leg instead of the chest because she didn’t want to kill me? She obviously thought the silver would do more damage than it did. Or was the location of her attack purely for convenience?

I hadn’t spent a huge amount of my time on Earth so far focusing on seducing humans, only enough to keep the side of my demon nature subdued sufficiently so I could focus on the other fun part of my nature—violence and bloodlust.

It was a strain sometimes not to kill.

But she, whoever she was, had intrigued me.

Unwrapping the towel and reveling in the sensation of the cool air on my body, I wandered my fingers down over my chest and stomach, dipping my hand between my legs. I was already wet. Of course, I was—always ready to go.

The tough façade she had—which I’m sure was only on the exterior—would crumble under my touch. I was certain of it. She posed something to me few other humans had—a challenge and a threat. Her fear of me had been an instinct, a gut reaction to what she knew about me, but beyond that was anger and a need to protect. I think I could have some fun with her.

I wish I knew her name.

Pushing two fingers inside my waiting wetness, I moaned loudly. I could tie her to the bed to be tortured with gentle touches and soft kisses, before driving her to the peak of pleasure over and over again, denying release, and simply watch her come closer to coming undone.

Before I watched her come.

She wouldn’t be the type to simply lie there and take it, I could tell. She’d fight the binds to touch me the way I was touching her. She’d grab my hair and pull me to her when I pressed my lips between her legs. She’d be the type to grind against my face, and I bet she’d make the most delicious noises.

Touching myself, I came hard, not bothering to keep quiet.

But the orgasm had only left me wanting more. It had riled me up, and fueled my desire to take this woman, whoever she was. My army chick. To show her no matter how strong she thought she was, she was nothing, nothing compared to me. As a human, she was weak and susceptible. I didn’t want to hurt her, simply show her I was in charge, here and everywhere.

And since I didn’t want to hurt her—she’d done nothing wrong as far as I knew—the best way to show her I was in charge was to have her flat on her back on a mattress.

Or perhaps bent over, her face buried in the pillows.

Or on the floor, legs spread for me.

Shaking the image from my mind, I stood and stretched, leaving the towel to fall to the floor. Wandering into the bedroom, I scanned the closet. I did love my leather pants and boots, but judging by the rest of the apartment, their taste in clothes might be expensive, and you never knew what you might find.

Snatching a red blouse from a coat hanger, I shrugged it on, admiring in the full-length mirror how it hugged my body shape and played off perfectly with the tone of my hair. I hummed appreciatively to myself before going in search of a wallet or a stash of money.

Okay, so maybe I was going to rob them.