Page 72 of Demon Sworn
“Katty!” Adam rushes out of the house, his arms extended, as Zolroth appears in the doorway, dressed in his customary suit.
Katrina bends to pick our son up, her face flushed with happiness, as Zolroth joins us. He wraps his arms around the two of them, whispering softly, “Do you enjoy your new home, my love?”
“It’s perfect,” she replies back, sounding just as breathless as he did, and I swear my chest swells with masculine pride…despite not having anything to do with the creation of this home. I mean…I did lust the banker into giving it to us for a steal, so it’s not like I didn’t contribute at all.
Still, this is the start of our very long lives together. Just Katrina and her murder. Forever and always, the way fate intended.
“You blokes better hurry up. Kastros made dinner in the new kitchen,” Zolroth says to all of us, swatting Katrina’s ass when Adam isn’t looking. She casts him a playful glare before lifting up onto her tiptoes to kiss him.
The interior has a rustic feel to it, similar to the outside, with meticulously polished mahogany floors and wooden log beams being used to construct the majority of the walls. We step inside what appears to be a foyer, and to the immediate right of us is the living room, with black leather sofas, easily able to fit all of us, and a flat-screen TV. Behind the sofas is a hall that I know will lead to some of the bedrooms and a staircase into the basement. To the left of the foyer is the kitchen, and it’s there Katrina heads. The black countertops are a startling contrast to the painfully bright room. The beige cupboards demote the kitchen from being overly masculine to feminine and soft.
It’s there we find Kastros, a towel tossed over his huge shoulder as he moves around the kitchen in an apron reading, “Kiss the Chef’s Ass.” It appears as if he’s making spaghetti with homemade sauce, the smell instantly making my mouth water.
“Kas!” He spins towards her, his face splitting into a smile, and takes her in his arms, kissing her with all the passion his large body is capable of. As I watch the two of them kiss, his hands cupping her perfect ass, a thought occurs to me.
Because while food sounds delicious at the moment…
There’s something else that sounds even better.
“Adam.” I kneel to face my sweet boy, brushing at his floppy brown hair. He blinks at me. “Why don’t you find your room? William? Jason? Can you help him?”
“Oh yes! Room! I like rooms! Oh, what’s that! And that? And that?” Jason fires off, pointing to random things, and Adam giggles, taking the two zombie-men’s hands and leading them down the hall. I imagine Adam is going to pick the largest bedroom he can find, but that’s okay. We already chose our own room, located as far away from Adam’s as possible but still close enough to hear if he’s ever in trouble.
“I’m starving! Feed me, peasant!” Akor exclaims dramatically, but I have a better idea.
I send a zap of lust out and watch as all of their eyes dilate. Katrina, still in Kastros’s arms but no longer kissing him, begins to rub against him wantonly.
“Van!” she admonishes, though there’s a smile pulling at her lips.
“Why don’t we see about breaking our new house in the right way?” I ask, already unbuttoning my shirt.
Nobody needs to be told twice.
So in our new bedroom, with the Alaskan king-sized bed, we make love to Katrina with our mouths and cocks. We show her how much we love and admire her.
We kissed her.
We stalked her.
We loved her.
And now, she’s sworn to us forever.
Our beautiful Center and her five crazy demon mates.
