Page 9 of Demon's Obsession

Dakata pushed back his seat. “Do you have to shove your cock in my face?”

Merihem chuckled, and lifted the offending length and waved it at him. “I remember a time when you were more than a little bit interested in this appendage.”

“We were fucking kids, and you were as equally interested in mine the one time you had it in your mouth,” Dakata fired back, knowing how Merihem hated to be reminded of that. They’d gotten a little drunk on witch's brew and though demons have no preference on who they fuck, Merihem at the time had become fascinated with cocks. They’d laughed about it and moved on as they’d discovered neither was interested in the other in that way.

Sure enough. “You had to go there, didn’t you,” Merihem grumbled, letting go of his cock and with a flick of his fingers he was dressed in jeans and a sweater in his human form. “Happy?”

“Much better,” Dakata muttered, suppressing his satisfaction at getting what he wanted, knowing it wouldn’t last long once he explained what his issue was.If he could explain it.

Merihem remained perched on the edge of Dakata’s desk, his leg now swinging. “So, what’s up with your demon?”

“Friday, I went to Earth Space, a club down on the strip, and…”

“And,” Merihem prompted after several seconds.

The man had no patience. “And there was a singer there, Silas. My demon wants him.” There, he’d said it.

“So?” Merihem raised an eyebrow. “That’s not uncommon. Fuck him and move on. Honestly, what’s the issue here? Unless they aren’t interested, which I find unlikely. I’ve never known you not to score when you actually try to attract someone.”

Dakata couldn’t sit any longer at the thought of having to explain something even he didn’t understand. Jumping out of his chair, he stalked to the window and looked out at the city beneath, shoving his hands into his slacks. “My demon doesn’t want to just fuck.”

“Shit balls! Has this dude created a blissful bond with your demon?”

Dakata spun around and stared wide-eyed at Merihem, his heart thudding painfully hard against his ribs. His demon chuckled, and a shiver of actual terror ran through him. Dakata had heard stories about a blissful bond, but he had never encountered anyone who’d been affected by it. Like other myths that didn’t serve him, Dakata had discarded the whole idea. He seriously thought it was a made up concept someone had come up with that explained why demons like himself and Merihem had to guard against getting close to anyone. The whole idea of being forced by the Fates to share their life with another went completely against a demon’s way of life. “It’s a myth.”

“Give over,” Merihem snorted. “When was anything they taught in demon school a myth? Everything has a basis in mythology going back millennia.” Always a fan of history, Dakata grunted at Merihem’s enthusiasm.

“Fine. Then why have we never met anyone… affected by it?”

“’Cause who’s gonna admit their demon is feeling all sappy about… about…” Merihem’s dark head inclined as he wore an expression of expectation.

“Tree nymph,” Dakata supplied through gritted teeth.

“Nice. They’re as cute as fuck. I’m sureyou’llboth be thrilled with your little nymph,” he said, all gleaming white teeth.

Teeth that Dakata wanted to smash down his friend's throat right then, with how wrong—and right—he was. “No one is thrilled, and as I can’t find him and have no address, my demon is driving me crazy.” He hated asking for favors, but if Merihem was right, then he needed one. “Can you go to our realm and speak to the potion maker and get me something to break this… whatever this blissful bond thing is?”

The glint in Merihem’s eyes warned that he wasn’t going to like his reply.

“I can ask… It will cost you. But if memory serves me well—and you know I’m never wrong—there is nothing thatcounteracts this connection. You saw him. Your demon wants him. It’s done. Has your demon touched this tree nymph yet?”

With his insides jerking around like he was astral projecting, Dakata blocked the fucker inside of him, the one who thought the whole conversation was a giant joke. “He hasn’t.”

“Then right now, that’s your best defense. Don’t ever touch him. Don’t even go near where that wood nymph might be. Because once you’ve touched him, your demon obsession is gonna go crazy.”

Dakata narrowed his eyes, glaring at his friend. “You mean don’t let my demon touch him?”

“You can go with that ruling, if it makes you feel better.” Merihem’s lips twitched, and then his large shoulders started to shake. “You know, if you’re a hundred percent sure that if you saw the wood nymph in the street, or brushed past him in a club, that your demon side wasn’t going to dart out and grab a chunk of cute ass. Yeah, good luck with that,” he spluttered through his laughter. “You’re gonna need it.”

Chapter Seven

Silas

“Silas, Silas. Hold up a minute, please.”

Sighing, Silas turned and made sure he was smiling as a young lady approached, catching him just before he made his way around to the dressing room of the club. He was running late. Dougal had mentioned something about the demon in Wanda’s hearing, and she had been particularly annoying about trying to stop him from leaving for his regular Friday singing session.

Fortunately, when he arrived at the club, Lucas was busy with patrons who didn’t have ID, and there was no sign of Bransonanywhere. Branson’s absence wasn’t unusual. It wasn’t like he lived at the club.Crave can announce me,Silas thought… or he was thinking that until someone called his name.

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