Demigod Down (19 page)

Her daughter flung herself up into my arms
and I held her as the sobs began, holding her gently to me as I
rocked her.

“Where else?” I asked.

Forcing her tears down, she turned hiccupping
as I lifted the hem of her button down shirt up revealing thick
cuts.

“Logan,” I said softly turning her back so
that he and the crowd gathered could see.

Logan’s eyes darkened dangerously as he
turned back to Matt telling him something I couldn’t hear, but
renewed the daughter’s soft sobs.

The crowd was deadly silent, for a shifter in
puberty not to heal meant that there was still silver shards from
whatever he had hit her with in the first place. The silver would
burn her, causing her endless amount of pain.

“She is my daughter,” Anthony finally spoke,
tears and desperation in his eyes. “I’ve been paying them for her.
There is no land. I just found out about her.” He whispered. “She
kept her from me.” His body began to shift and his daughter threw
herself into me.

“Keep it together, Anthony,” I warned not
looking away from him. He ripped his jacket off, falling to his
knees holding his head as the shift retreated.

The attorneys backed up slowly, lowering
their heads to Logan. “We didn’t know,” they said in unison.

Logan looked at me, wanting my input, “I
believe them.” I informed him.

Logan nodded, dismissing them, but still at
odds with Matt.

“I didn’t know,” Anthony whispered, looking
up at his daughter, “Amy, please believe me, I didn’t know.”

Amy shuttered in my arms as I blew out a
breath. “I vote we kill Matt and his wife,” I told Logan who
grinned like a fool, his dark eyes wanting to tear chucks out of
Matt for not submitting.

His wife began sputtering and I ignored her.
“I agree,” Logan hissed, ready to launch at Matt when I spoke
up.

“Wait Logan, Amy, do you want to kill them?”
I asked softly. I understood her position and I understood the need
to inflect pain on those who had done it to you, to regain some
small power over the situation. She nodded, hope and torment
fluttering in her eyes.

“Logan, if I may?” A voice in the back said,
drawing all our attention to his exceptionally large form. He
lumbered down the aisle easily, his thick neck covered in tattoos
along with the tree trunks of arms.

“Bear,” Logan acknowledged, hardly containing
himself.

Bear placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder bowing
his head as Logan’s attention was now on the larger man. “I’d like
to teach her how to inflict the same pain they did upon her.”

“Please tell me you turn into a bear,” I
asked with a half-smile.

Bear lumbered to me, people clearing out of
his way as he reached out to my shoulder bending so that his
massive forehead touched my own. I was shocked, glad I had
something to do holding Amy who had grown silent. What he had just
done in front of everyone was a huge sign of respect.

“Thank you,” I whispered as he stood back to
his impressive height.

He squeezed my shoulder gently winking.
Slowly as not to frighten her, he turned his dark brown gaze to
Amy. She nodded pulling slightly away from me.

“Please,” she whispered.

Bear nodded. “If I may take them?”

Logan nodded as Anthony stepped forward
reaching out to his daughter, she eyed his hand warily
untrustingly. He gulped, pulling his hand back. “You have a place
to stay with us if you want.”

Bear nodded, putting an arm around her slight
frame, “I will bring her back to you unharmed.”

“Thank you,” Anthony whispered as his wife
moved to comfort him.

Blonde shoved me to the ground as she made an
attempted getaway. From out of nowhere, another Bear look alike
decked her, throwing her weight easily over his shoulder, before
grinning at me. “You alright darling?”

“How have we not crossed paths?” I asked,
shocked and starting up at him from the floor.

He smiled, ducking his head to Bear with an
awkward shrug. “Fine go on, but I will figure it out.” I answered
him, standing up.

He smiled again, following Bear out who also
had Matt over his shoulder.

“I so want lessons,” I huffed as Logan
adjusted his tie coming to stand next to me.

I groaned, looking back to the stage, “We
need to get Anthony’s money back and get the bimbo’s and Matt’s
assets set up in a trust fund for her.”

David and Ron both spoke up, “We can help
with that.”

Logan took the lead. “I’ll expect perfection
and a discounted rate for not brining this mess to us sooner.”

“Yes,” they both agreed instantly.

Anthony nodded his thanks, leaning heavily on
his wife who sent me a tearfully grateful look.

“And here I thought this was going to be
boring,” I told him.

Logan stated disgruntled, “You seem to bring
out the excitement around here.”

“One of my many, many charms,” I informed
him, rubbing the back of my neck as we both went back to the
stage.

“Alec, what’s next on the list of fun and
excitement?” I asked, rubbing my forehead exhaustion getting the
better of me.

“Inheritance dispute,” Alec informed us,
grimly calling up the next case.

Logan and I made it through the rest of the
scheduled cases, taking a half-hour lunch break, where I ingested
more caffeine than is recommended to make it through the rest of
the day. Our nonverbal communication was flawless. He was able to
read the twitch in my lip to the more obvious roll of my eyes.

I caught the tightening of his jaw from my
side view and the clenching of his fist around the pen, which gave
me notice when I needed to play the peacemaker for a change.

We made a good team and that should have
disturbed me, but I was too exhausted to actually pay close
attention to that.

Finally, when the hall cleared out, I rested
my head against the table. “I could seriously sleep here.” I
groaned.

I felt Blake enter the hall, pulling my head
up smiling. “Hey!” I greeted his unexpected arrival.

“I’m going to guess you don’t know about
tonight,” he informed me coming to up to pull me into a hug.

I breathed in his scent, my eyes closing in
his strength.

“Bed,” I muttered into his jacket.

I heard Lorraine stalk on to the stage, her
heel clicking loudly, “Logan we are having dinner with your parents
tonight.”

I snuggled closer to Blake. She continued,
“The succubus bitch and whore will be joining us.”

“I’m going to kill her,” I muttered before
moving to make good on my threat.

Blake restrained me with a hand, his eyes
glowing amber. I hoped he glamoured her. I was unfortunately well
aware I couldn’t kill the bitch, yet.

Logan moved to block the view of Lorraine,
whispering lowly to her, “Can you hear them?” I hissed, turning to
Blake watching the look of sheer surprise plastered onto his
face.

“Yes, you are going to like this,” he
muttered smiling.

Logan moved away from Lorraine and she fumed
with repressed anger. “I apologize for the childish name
calling.”

I opened my mouth ready with a smart ass
answer when Blake’s hand clamped over my mouth, “Accepted.” He
spoke for me and I turned to him angry as Lorraine and Logan
left.

“Trust me, it was for the best,” he said, not
seeing the problem.

I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking him
speaking for me. I had just opened my mouth to inform him so, when
Kass burst upon the scene.

“What are you still doing here Olie? Blake
take her home, she just has enough time to shower and change,” Kass
demanded, flustered.

She was so fucking lucky I loved her.

“Let’s go,” I growled at Blake heading
outside.

Blake gave me a wide birth, feeling my anger
and resentment. “How the hell am I going to make it through dinner
like this?” I groaned as we got into this car.

“I think a shower will do wonders for your
disposition,” Blake said teasingly.

“Everyone better fucking hope so,” I
groaned.

I looked over at Blake. He was going to
fucking pay for my lack of sleep, for my irritation with Lorraine
and attempting to speak for me.

Reaching over, I stroked the back of his neck
letting my shields fall and my naturally high lust drive swirl to
the surface.

Blake sucked a breath as I turned toward him
in the car, gently massaging the tense muscles in his neck before I
slid my nimble fingers under the lobe of his ear, continuing the
massage. He shifted in his seat and I looked down, happily watching
his throbbing erection nestled against his leg.

“Olivia,” he warned.

“Hmmm?” I asked, sweetly thickening the sharp
and intense desire the air.

His hands held the steering wheel tightly as
he blew out a breath.

Smiling, I slid one of his hands off the
steering wheel and into my lap. His hands tightened on my thigh,
pushing up toward my core. I smiled, tugging his hand off bringing
his long, skillful fingers to my mouth.

Blake huffed, making an effort not to look at
me as I slowly brought his index finger to my lips, licking them I
pressed his index finger against my soft wet mouth before snaking
my tongue out to bring his finger into my mouth.

He groaned, turning sharply as we rounded
onto his street. Gently, I nipped the pad of his finger before I
soothed it with my tongue again. Blake pressed back in his seat,
pulling into the garage so quickly we almost took out the door that
was still opening.

I laughed, throwing back his hand, bolting
from the car and into the house. The door into the house didn’t
have chance to close as Blake was hot on my heels. With a squeal,
he had me over his shoulder and up the three flights of stairs
before Alfie could even acknowledge our presence.

I laughed the whole way up until he threw me
on his bed, pulling off my boots. Springing up, I tossed him on the
bed. “Sorry love,” I whispered into his mouth, “I’m running the
show tonight.”

“I do love a woman in control,” he whispered,
nesting his fingers in my hair pulling me closer. Pulling his shirt
over his head, I pushed him back on the bed, removing the rest of
his clothing.

“Don’t move,” I warned him, “Or I will tie
you down,” I informed him, kissing him gently as I placed his hands
above his head.

Blake’s blue eyes darkened with lust in his
amber rimmed gaze as his hands flexed where I had set them. Slowly,
I moved from his lips to his strong jaw, over the delicate and
sensitive flesh of his earlobes nipping gently as his body arched
beneath me.

I drew out my kisses down his neck, taking
time to dig my teeth in deeper to his collar bone before I caressed
down those beautifully formed pectoral muscles and began lavishing
his strongly defined abs with kisses and nips.

I blasted him with a stronger dose of desire
peeking up to see him struggling not to move and smiled.

I skipped over the part I knew he wanted me
to touch the most working my way up using my teeth forcefully up
his inner thigh. Reaching his throbbing cock I blew my warm breath
gently against him watching his clenched eyes closely before I
swept my tongue over his head.

His entire body shuttered and I smiled as I
brought my lips down around his impressive girth, flattening my
tongue against the underside. His hips rolled as I moved him in and
out of my mouth painfully slowly. Reaching up I caressed his balls
enjoying his moans through gritted teeth. Using my teeth, I gently
scraped down the sides of his cock and over his head.

“Fuck,” He whispered, panting. “Olivia, get
up here.” He growled.

Pulling him out of my mouth, I smiled as I
began the torture again, enjoying the way his body clenched and
shook beneath me. His legs moved to press into me. “Olivia, baby
please.” He begged and I smiled, throwing off my clothing as I
straddled him.

His eyes flashed open in surprise as I
hovered above his slick length, dipping my hips down slightly
letting my juices work over the tip of his engorged head. Pulling
his hands up, I pressed them against my tender breasts and he took
to my movement easily, rolling the nubs almost painfully between
his fingers.

I took a small piece of him inside of me
before pushing back up to his groan of misery. His hips thrust up,
but I moved out of his reach, taking the action.

Relaxing against the bed, he assaulted my
breasts as I slowly took more of him inside of me, rocking down
with my own impatience. His body arched up, pulling my upper body
down to his so his greedy mouth could torture my nipples anew.

Rolling my hips, I began moving him deep
within in me. His groan of pleasure hand his hands digging into my
hips as I increased the pace needing the sweet release that his
body could grant me. Leaning down, I kissed him feeling his hips
moving with my own, clasping tightly onto the shoulders I leaned
back arching my back as my climax broke over in sweet release.

Blake threw me to the bottom wrapping my legs
around his hips as he thrust into me like a man possessed before
grunted his own release. Biting into my neck and sending pleasure
through my body again, he fell on top of me and laughed after
having drunk his full. He said, “We are so going to be late.”

I yawned, feeling better. “They’ll appreciate
it. I’m certain.”

He groaned, pulling out of me and hauling us
both into the shower.

We were washed, dressed, and arriving only
slightly late. Thanks to Blake’s fantastic vampire reflexes, we
made it in record time to the small restaurant tucked into a
residential district.

“Trendy,” Blake muttered, taking my hand as
the valet took his expensive sports car.

The exterior was modern with black flat walls
and wine colored accents and a huge oversized frosted glass
door.