Page 49 of Demon Sworn
He growls and flips us, rolling so that he’s on the bottom and I’m straddling him. In this new position, the T-shirt doesn’t feel quite so tight around my neck. It’s more of a mechanism for him to pull my face down to his for a kiss, which he does. Akor’s tongue and dick thrust into me at the same rapid pace. His free hand reaches up to palm my breast.
He tries to entice me to move, but I don’t. I won’t. Not until he answers me. Because we’re fated mates and he needs to tell me so that it can stop eating at him. Because we need to face it together.
I don’t know why a demon would kill his entire family. But I know there’s a reason. Because behind all of Akor’s madness, there’s a method. There’s always a method.
Akor realizes that I’ve frozen, and he pulls out of our kiss. “Cherry.”
“Akor.” I keep my tone light as a feather. “Tell me.”
“They were helping Heaven.” Rage flickers across his face, and a vein pulses on his forehead like a strobe light.
I feel savage wrath envelop me, and I stare down at him for a second before I start to move, lifting and lowering my hips, fucking him until that sensation overwhelms our anger.
“Katrina?” he asks. This time, his voice is a plea.
I slide my hands up and down over Akor’s horns as I start to slam down on him harder, violent tremors making my thighs twitch and dark pleasure seep through my body. Akor yanks on the T-shirt, using his makeshift collar to pull me down for a kiss. It’s a wild mess of teeth and tongue. When I pull back, I’m panting.
I growl, “They deserved it,” as I come.
20
Katrina
Akorand I drift off to sleep after three rounds of “reassurance” and a bonus cleanup round with his fingers inside me in the shower.
“Gotta get those insides clean, Cherry,” he’d said with a grin.
I hadn’t argued.
I drift into fitful dreams wearing one of Akor’s punk band shirts. At first, the cloud meadow flashes through my mind, but soon, other images take over. My parents yelling, Sasha crying in a corner, and Kastros chasing me. In the dream, I run from him, blood pumping furiously through my ears until I’m suddenly surrounded by pink sparkles and drifting up to the moon.
I’m ripped out of my dreamscape by a scream.
Adam.
I bolt up in Akor’s bed and throw down the sheets, not even caring that I’ve bared Akor’s legs as well. I climb clumsily over him, where he's snoring soundly, still worn out from all my reassurance, to get out of the bed and then skitter down the hall on bare feet. I trip over Jason, who has fallen asleep in the middle of the hallway, his detergent container snuggled in his arms like a teddy bear.
“Fuck!” I say as I skin my knee, but I don’t stop. I drag myself up and dash around the corner into Adam’s room, fear lashing me. I should have slept in here with him tonight like I did last night and the night before. He didn’t have nightmares then.
God. What is he dreaming about?I wonder as I approach his bed and see his eyelashes flutter, and he turns fitfully in his sleep. I hope it’s only about Transformers and Godzilla, but a dark little voice inside of my head doesn’t think that’s true. That little voice whispers that my brother is dreaming about his captors.
A hand on my shoulder startles me, and I yelp, fingers flying to cover my mouth so that I don’t wake Adam. I turn to see who’s here and spot Raz next to me. He’s shirtless, and his dark ram’s horns are out as he stares down at my sleeping brother, his brows furrowed.
I sigh and take a step forward, ready to climb in bed next to Adam and soothe away his worries with snuggles, but Raz puts a hand on my arm and holds me back. I look up at him, the question clearly written across my face.
“I think we should try to follow him,” Raz whispers.
“What?” What the hell does he mean follow Adam?
“Into the realm of nightmares,” Raz explains.
My jaw drops. “There’s a realm for that!”
He nods solemnly. “Yes. And if we can find Adam, I might be able to see what he’s dreaming about. It might give us a clue.”
“We?” I tilt my head, staring up at him in shocked wonder. The guys haven’t wanted me to go with them on any of their recent inquiries, trying to shield me from the horrors of Hell and the legions of demons who hate them. But Raziel wants me to just waltz into some nightmare realm with him?
Raz’s gaze is piercing as he responds, “You’ll be able to call to him there. And he’s more likely to respond to you than me. It’ll be the fastest way to find him. But it’s dark there, baby girl. The nightmare realm is a place full of shadows and the darkest parts of human souls. It won’t be an easy place for you to visit.”
