Page 12 of Cooking Up a Demon
Covering my plate with foil, I pack up the leftovers before putting it in the fridge. I pour myself another glass of wine and take it to the sink to look out the window at the backyard.
The days are getting longer, but sunset is creating a stunning visual at the treeline. Brilliant pinks and oranges fade into the coming darkness. As I watch the colors fade, I have what is probably a terrible idea.
I fill the electric kettle and turn it on. Nonna has a collection of tea tins much like the ones kept at the store. I don’t know what I’m looking for exactly, but I let instinct guide me. I don’t even know if what I’m trying will work. I’m operating on hope.
A tin labeled ‘Get Lucky’ catches my eye. I open the tin and smell the floral blend and decide it will do. I could use all the luck I can get to do something I’ve never imagined myself doing.
The kettle clicks off, and I grab the infuser and fill it with the loose leaves. I pick a red mug covered in hearts and set the tea to steep. I watch the water change green and hope.
“Come on, Kallax.” I whisper.
When the wisps of steam turn to smoke, I jump back. My heart catches in my throat, and I second guess myself. Was this a good decision?
Too late to change my mind, the smoke increases and then there he is. The demon I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all day.
“You dare summon me?” His tone is light, teasing. He leans back against the counter with his hands propped on the laminate top. It makes his biceps bulge and brings attention to his bare abs and the toned vee of his hips. When I look up to meet his eyes, his smirk says it all.
“I didn’t summon you. I was just making tea.” My voice is as teasing as his.
“What is your bidding? You summoned me. I cannot leave until I meet the terms of the agreement. So, what is it I can do for you? Revenge on a lover is popular.”
I snort out a laugh, recalling his words as those he offered the first time we’d met.
“No lover?” Kallax looks me over with a toothy grin. “I could help you with that.”
Chapter Nine
Nine
Ican’t hold back any longer, I step into his space. He meets me with his hands on my hips and his mouth on mine. His hands slide down to my ass until he can boost me up. He sets me on the island, and I wrap my legs around him to keep him close to me. His large hand dives into my hair, and he uses the grip to tilt my head further back and open me up to his kiss.
The demon looms over me as he plants one hand on the island to keep himself balanced as he tugs my hair and devours my mouth. I’m surrounded by him, lost in him.
A part of me is screaming ‘what are you doing’ at top volume, but it is so buried under lust I don’t give it a second thought. If the sexy as fuck demon is down, who am I to say no?
He releases my hair to wrap his hand around the front of my neck. His thumb tilts my head up until we’re eye to eye. My breath comes in pants while his is still annoyingly steady.
“Tell me what you want.”
I wish I had the answer. It feels like a weighted, complicated question. Things with Kallax have shifted, not just tonight but the last few times he was here. He cares for me, defends me, andhe kisses me like there’s no tomorrow. But what kind of future is there with a demon who slowly takes your life, day by day, every time he appears?
I have to put aside romantic notions of something I can’t have and focus on the immediate.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him with all the confidence I can muster. For a moment, I imagine a flicker of disappointment on his face, but I have to be mistaken.
“As you wish.” Kallax grips the neck of my simple t-shirt in his hands and rips it in two. I scream and slap at his hands.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You want to be fucked. So I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to love every moment of it.” His hands move to my jeans, but I slap them away and quickly undo the button and zipper.
“Don’t you dare. Do you know how hard it is to find good jeans?” I wiggle the jeans down my hips, made awkward by sitting on the counter with a demon between my legs. “Can’t you fuck me without destroying clothes?”
“It’s not nearly as fun, but I suppose so.” Kallax takes my jeans and I tense, but he just helps me pull them down my legs until I’m sitting on my counter in my black string bikini underwear, hot pink lace bra, and the tattered t-shirt. I shrug out of the damaged material and cast it aside with a scowl.
As soon as I’m free of the shirt, Kallax is back. His body is like a furnace as he presses against the front of me. His hand fists my hair before he devours my mouth in a kiss so intense my head spins.
I grip his shoulders and try to climb him with my legs. I want to crawl into his warmth and live there. After months of being in Oregon–with its cold, rainy weather–being pressed against him is like being home in Florida again. One of his large hands drops to my ass. His thick black nails dig into my skin in sharp points.He boosts me up until I’m gripping his horns and writhing against him as we kiss.
