Possession (7 page)

Chapter 8

The first time Tonia saw a demon; she’d been about ten. Sitting in a booth in a restaurant, she’d turned to her mother and asked, “Why is that man blue?”

Her mother’s sudden pallor had scared her. "Remain quiet. Do not look at him."

Nervous that she’d said or done something wrong, she’d barely eaten. Through the meal, she’d kept glancing at the man, not able to stop herself.

After arriving home, her mother took her straight to her bedroom, sat her down and told her about demons. They were to be avoided at all costs and never ever should she let them discover she could see them. As Tonia grew older, she learned that both she and her mother, whose family originated from Ireland, were descendants of a group of people referred to as Seers, those who could see “Others.”

Demons being the main type of others she'd recognized over the years, Tonia knew there had to be more.

What about the Protectors, immortal demon slayers, who seemed to work for the greater good? Where did they fit?

Was she one of them now?

An Other?

She couldn’t sleep, didn’t want to rest, too many thoughts and questions tumbled through her mind. She’d promised Fallon she would remain in bed until he came for her but she couldn’t. Peeling back the bandages, she peered at her wound and was astounded to see it fully healed. Fallon’s blood no doubt the reason. Deciding she was well enough for a shower, she got out of bed and went into the luxurious bathroom.

The heat of the water from several showerheads washed over her, Tonia allowed the hot spray to clean away the hours of sleep and illness. She began washing her hair. With eyes closed she envisioned her last time with Fallon.

After he’d walked up while she fought a demon, they'd gone to her home. Anger vibrated from him at her ignoring his request not to fight alone.

Once at her home, he'd harnessed the energy from the anger and they’d barely made it inside her entryway before tearing at each other’s clothes.

Her body began to hum at the thought of what transpired next. Her mind flashing to the intimate knowledge of how he felt inside her, the sexy noises he made during lovemaking. She moaned and stuck her face into one of the streams of heated water.

When the shower door opened, she didn't have to look to know who stood there.

"I'd like some privacy." Her tone was not convincing. "Go away Fallon." When she faced him, her bravado left.

Fallon stood outside the shower, a worried expression on his face. “I came to check on you. I heard you moan. Thought you'd hurt yourself.”

Perfect
. "I'm fine."

Heated eyes met hers. "I will speak to you when you finish then."

"Wait." Aware the inevitable would happen if she went to him, Tonia neared him and lifted her face to him. "I do need you."

Placing her arms around his neck, she lowered his mouth to hers. “I need you so much right now.”

Needing no other invitation, he wrapped his arms around her, not seeming to notice his clothing getting completely soaked. The cool air made her shiver and he pushed her back under the water stream. Not tearing his eyes from hers, he removed his clothes with hurried moves, letting them fall at his feet.

Finally bereft of clothes, his erection jutting before him, he stepped into the enclosure, his large body filling the space. His stunning eyes darkened just before his mouth took hers with a surprising intensity. Strong hands cupped her bottom and pulled her off the floor, his hips pushed forward rubbing his hardness at her core.

The need to touch as much of the glorious physique as she could overrode her senses and she slid her hands down the slick muscular back and back up to his shoulders.  Mouth close to her ear, he moaned and nipped at her neck.

The force of how much she craved this man astonished her. It was as if she not only desired, but also required his touch. At that moment, the want to have him inside her became so strong Tonia could barely keep from begging Fallon to ram into her hard. To take her fast.

Fallon lifted his head and lowered her placing his hands on her shoulders. He turned her to face away from him. “Let me lather you, I want my hands all over you. I’ll wash your back.”

Although shaking with want, Tonia didn’t protest especially when his lathered hand glided over her back with long leisurely strokes down to her butt.

"Fallon?" She attempted to turn, but he pushed her against the shower wall and slid his hardness between the cheeks of her butt. Beyond delicious.

"Let's not speak."

Thoughts of protest died when his hands moved down her front and cupped her breasts, she lifted her arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He trailed kisses down the side of her face to her neck. The gentle nips sent a trail of want straight to her already overheated core. On their own, her hips pressed back into his rigidness at her back. The friction when he slid up and down between her buttocks made her crazy with need. A strong arm wrapped around her waist while his other hand traveled down to explore between her legs. Fallon's fingers splayed her open and one slid into her.

Tonia cried out at the delicious assault of her body. She reached behind and clawed his thighs urging him to enter her.

"I need you so much," Fallon's husky voice coupled with his fingers continuing to stroke made her shudder. The orgasm shook her and Tonia flattened her hands against the slick tile, her head thrown back.

When he released her, she turned to face him.

Fallon's lips curved. "I can't wait any longer." His hands slid down and he lifted her again. Back against the wall, Tonia wrapped her legs around his waist and inhaled sharply when Fallon thrust into her.

“Oh yes,” she exclaimed against his mouth and drove her tongue into his mouth.

Each move measured, prolonging the moment, Fallon moved out almost fully and then slid back in, the slow pace excruciatingly delicious.

Tonia pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth. "This is so us. Always fast and hard."

With a wicked curve to his lips, Fallon moved his hips forward filling her. She grabbed his butt and dug her nails into his skin.

The corner of his mouth lifted into a roguish smirk.  “I want to enjoy you, let's take our time. Make love.”

This was a side of him she'd not experienced. Tonia didn't think, instead she relaxed and closed her eyes allowing every sense to center on Fallon's movements.  Before long, the friction of his length sliding in and out drove her to come again. Her muscles tightened around his cock and she clung to him biting his shoulder to keep from screaming.

Fallon flipped the water off and still joined, he carried her to the bed, only making it as far as the edge of the bed before he began to thrust into her, this time hard and fast. Tonia lifted her hips meeting his thrusts. From under her lashes, she watched the fluid motions of his body, the bunching of muscles as he strained to keep the hard pace.

"Come with me beauty," Fallon grunted, and placed her legs over his shoulders while continuing to plunge.  At the deep penetration, Tonia skyrocketed to oblivion, calling his name.

With a loud growl Fallon lost control, his orgasm hitting him so hard, he shuddered and spilled into her. He lowered her legs but his hips continued to move, his member still hard.

He pulled out and rolled away from her, his body rigid. “I'm sorry, I can't seem to stop. I hope I didn't hurt you, your wound is still delicate.” Tonia realized he'd not finished. Not wanting to hurt her. And he was having a hard time composing himself.

“Hey,” Tonia reached over and touched his shoulder. Fallon allowed her to turn him onto his back.  “I want to watch you finish.”

Understanding dawned and he studied her for only a moment before his hand slid down to wrap around the hard shaft.

With hard strokes, his hand slid up and down the soft slick skin of his length. He closed his eyes, lips parted. Although mesmerized by his movements, she could only stand to watch him stroke himself a few more times before she pushed his hand aside.

“Let me.”

His lips curved, his eyes hooded as he watched her finger wrap around him. “I don't mind. It's a turn on to have you watch.”

“Yeah well, I did. I was beginning to envy your hand.” She bent over him and took as much of him as she could into her mouth.  Fallon's grunts of pleasure while she worked with both her mouth and hands made her want him even more.  When he began to thrust his hips upward, she allowed him to slip from between her lips and moved up to straddle him and took him into her body once again. Fallon threw his head back and clutched the bedding.

An hour later, Fallon ran his fingers down the column of Tonia's neck to just about her breasts. Her lips curved at his concentrated efforts. "What are you doing?"

"Memorizing every inch of you."

A knock on the door made Fallon grumble he wasn’t ready to stop, he planned to make love to her once again. Fallon slid Tonia closer to him and pulled the blankets over them. “What?”

Kieran stuck his head in the door, his bored expression not changing at seeing Tonia in his arms. “I thought you came up here to check on her, it's been a while brother. Julian is waiting to speak to you.”

He felt Tonia tense. Fallon took a breath, the Roman came every other week to check on him, ensure the demon seed within him did not spread. The treatments were painful so he did not look forward to going downstairs. “I’m coming.” He grunted at Kieran, while trying to decide what to say to Tonia to ensure she stayed in the bedroom.

The Scot’s gaze barely flickered to Tonia. “He wants to talk to you as well, but after.”
So much for keeping her away from the Roman.

“After what?” Tonia asked, her eyes going from Kieran to him. As perceptive as she was, he was surprised she’d not sensed the change in him since the last time they’d been together. But then she probably didn’t know him well enough. Each day that passed, it became harder and harder to remain calm, the demon seed clawing at him constantly to do terrible things, to lose control. Fallon fought it every minute, doing his best to give the perception of being relaxed, in control.  This time with her calmed the beast somewhat.

He'd remained hard, his body demanding to take her again and again. Although making love with Tonia helped to take the edge off, he didn't want to use her. It helped she’d welcomed him. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure he could have walked away. God, would he have taken advantage, taken her by force?

“Julian and I have a therapy of sorts,” he told her, sliding from the bed once Kieran closed the door. The monster inside snarled at moving away from her. Fallon sent it a silent 'shut the fuck up'. “Give me about half an hour or so before coming down to the library.”

He leaned over her and she smiled up at him. She was absolutely stunning with her mussed hair and swollen lips. He pressed a slow kiss on her mouth before walking through the connecting doorway into his bedroom.

Upon entering the library, Fallon hesitated, seeing Julian in conversation with Roderick. They spoke Italian, as always when Julian was present. One of first requirements when becoming a Protector was learning to speak Italian fluently.

“Thank you for gracing me with your presence,” Julian told him, his expression tense. That coupled with the anger radiating from him, didn’t bode well. “I don’t have anything better to do, than to fly from Italy only to wait on you.”

Roderick’s warning look told Fallon to keep his attitude in check.

Fallon did not apologize. He made it a rule not to lie and he was not sorry for being late, not today. “I didn’t expect you until tomorrow.” Truth.

Julian didn’t move, but the room suddenly became smaller, the walls closed in. Fallon's eyes flew to Roderick as he tried to gauge what would happen next. “Look at me,” Julian commanded.

When his body became immobilized, Fallon struggled against the invisible vice that locked around him. Julian stood before him, silver token in hand. The Roman pressed it against his forearm and it sizzled on his skin. Fallon hissed in pain. When Julian removed it, the skin bubbled.

Julian studied the arm, and then held his hand over it. When he removed it, the skin was healed. Holding his gaze, Julian held his hand up and a powerful force, a feeling like that of being thrown against sharp rocks, slammed into him over and over. This was followed by the oh-so-wonderful nails stabbing at his brain, which would last until he passed out. He prayed the pass out would happen fast.  Fallon retched and groaned in agony, his throat raw at holding back screams until darkness ebbed at the edges of his consciousness.

“Julian, I think that’s enough.” He heard the concern in Roderick’s voice, but no answer came from the Roman and the agony continued renewed, harder, stronger.

He couldn’t stop the scream that tore from his mouth at the piercing pain in his head.

The invisible force finally slackened, and Fallon collapsed breathless, on the floor, his legs jellied from the onslaught.

“We must find the Master demon, you’ve only got another moon cycle at the most. If we don’t kill him, you’ll be possessed by him.” The Roman's voice remained calm.  "A bit more."