Page 6 of A Daemon’s Alliance (Daemons & Lumens)

Michaela

W hen Morax brought me back to the small cabin I shared with my father, I almost asked him to stay with me.

Almost. The words were right there, on the tip of my tongue.

But before I could speak, he told me he would be nearby and all I had to do was call his name and he would come.

The idea that a daemon would come to my aid just by saying his name was beyond thrilling.

It was like having a pet. A big, scary, sexy pet.

I won’t deny, I checked him out multiple times, but who wouldn’t?

Morax should honestly never wear shirts.

Even as a human, his broad chest rippled with muscles.

His arms were covered in tattoos of strange words and symbols I didn’t recognize, all connected by vines licked by flames, disappearing over his shoulders and continuing down his back.

His body was a work of art in more ways than one.

My cheeks flushed as I undressed and continued to picture my hot as shit daemon.

The windows were open, and a breeze made me shiver as I stood naked, staring up at the moonlight.

My nipples ached, and I brushed my hands over the pebbled peaks, flicking them absently as I wondered what my daemon was doing.

I slid one hand down my belly and between my thighs.

The soft hairs tickled my skin as I slipped a finger through my pussy. I was soaking wet. Dripping.

Living the way we did, sex and dating were not allowed. I was a virgin. A very curious and needy virgin. I didn’t want to be, but how was I supposed to find someone? I allowed one guy to touch me, once. But it didn’t feel right. I stopped things before we got close to sex.

I crawled into my small bed and propped up my legs, spreading them wide.

My hand slipped between my legs again. My eyes fluttered as I toyed with my clit, a vision of Morax and his forked tongue filling my head.

What would it feel like to have him down there?

My legs began to shake as I circled my clit over and over.

I dipped one finger inside my pussy and moaned at the feeling, imagining it was Morax and his wicked tongue probing me.

The fingers of my other hand curled in the cotton sheets as I drew closer and closer to my orgasm.

I bit my lip, forcing back a moan in an attempt to keep quiet in our tiny home.

I wondered what his cock looked like. Was it the same as a human’s?

I plunged two fingers inside my pussy, working myself and imagining it was his daemon cock stretching me, filling me.

My body shook as the orgasm spread from my clit, down to my toes, and back.

I slumped against the bed, sweat coating my skin.

My eyes stayed closed as my mind continued to imagine the things Morax could do with his tongue.

I begged my brain to let me dream of him instead of the nightmares as I surrendered to my exhaustion.

Whispers pulled me from my sleep. I heard my father’s worried voice first. His general mood always landed somewhere between worry and sadness.

Something broke inside him when my mother died.

She was the only woman he had ever loved, ever married.

Not that he couldn’t get a new partner. He was a handsome man.

Approximately six feet tall and olive skinned.

My one brown eye came from him. The chestnut color of our eyes was flecked with gold and looked almost wolf-like.

When Joseph Bronwen first met Aurora Valdis, she said his eyes drew her in first. And he teased her, replying that her sky-blue eyes were the real treasure, prettier than a cloudless summer day.

My other eye was like hers. It was called heterochromia, when someone had two different colored eyes.

When I was young, I pretended my eyes were unique because I was secretly a superhero. Not exactly accurate.

My father was speaking to someone and sounded increasingly anxious.

It used to bother me when I was little, how sad and stressed he was all the time.

I would cry alone in my room, wishing for my mother and sisters to come back.

We both wished for them. Eventually, I stopped crying.

But he never stopped being sad. I ignored his melancholy moods now, because what I had planned required strength and determination.

He might not have faith in our future, but I wasn’t ready to give up.

The voices continued as I slipped out of bed and quickly changed into a white lace thong and matching bra.

I picked out a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a hot-pink T-shirt with a Deadmau5 logo on it.

Any kind of house music, electronic, anything you’d hear at a rave, that was my jam.

It was incredibly easy to sneak away from my father, and by the time I was sixteen, abandoned warehouse parties and raves were my happy places.

The rush of adrenaline when the bass dropped and the crowds of people danced together calmed my soul.

I could get lost in a crowd like that. Not one person knew who I was or what crazy ass shit was going on in my world.

Just thinking about it had me itching to escape again.

I was definitely addicted to the feeling.

I crept down the short hallway in bare feet toward the voices.

When I finally focused my attention on the sounds, my throat dried up.

I knew that voice. Morax was in my fucking living room chatting with my father.

When I entered the room, his eyes were already trained on the doorway, like he could hear my silent steps moving toward them.

My father turned, clearing his throat nervously.

Morax was dressed like a cop with a gun at his hip and a bulletproof vest. Gone were the horns and fangs and claws.

He was in human form, still tall and muscular as shit, but slightly less intimidating to humans.

I honestly preferred his daemon form. Red flushed my cheeks at the thought, and his lips twitched, hiding a smirk.

“Ah, D-Daughter,” Joseph stuttered, clearly uncomfortable. “This is Mr., um, what was it again?”

Morax stepped around my father and into my personal space. I craned my neck to look at him. Damn, he was gorgeous. He winked down at me, his back facing my father, so only I could see his fangs descending when he grinned.

“Officer Axel Morgan. Pleasure to meet you, Michaela.”

His deep voice did things to my insides, and I swallowed, dragging my teeth against my bottom lip. Morax tracked the movement. His eyes roamed over my face, my arms, down my bare legs, and back up again.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Not really sure if it is a pleasure, Officer Morgan. What are you doing here?”

Morax took a step back and turned, speaking to my father again. “I was just relaying to your father that there was a break-in at a house down the road. The criminal escaped. We are checking the area. You haven’t seen anyone?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

Morax raised an eyebrow. “Well, be sure to keep your doors and windows locked. I know the summer heat is still with us, but I wouldn’t want this violent offender climbing in your window. Perhaps hearing sounds he couldn’t resist.”

His last words had my mouth dropping open. He heard me last night? Oh, gods . My face flushed, and I immediately walked across the living room to the kitchen and busied myself getting a glass of water.

My father finally spoke, cutting the tension he was so completely oblivious to. “Thank you, Mr., uh, Officer Morgan. We appreciate your coming here and will keep an eye out for anyone suspicious. It would mean a lot if you could personally check in on us and watch over my daughter.”

I almost spit out the water I was gulping down.

That last bit must be a joke. Morax made him say that.

Father would never trust a stranger like that.

I chugged down the rest of the glass of water, feeling Morax’s eyes drilling into my backside.

It was too hot in here. My skin was on fire, and I needed to get the hell out of this damn house.

I placed the glass in the sink and turned to my father, ignoring the giant, sexy daemon elephant in the room.

“Father. I’m going to run to the store. We’re out of…fruit. Need anything?” I walked over to the front door, slipped on my high-tops, and grabbed my purse.

“Michaela, I don’t think it’s a good idea to go out right now.” My father frowned, wringing his hands. “I will go with you.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll be fine. I’m just going to the grocery store. Lots of people. And I have my pepper spray.”

Morax shoved his hands in his pockets and walked toward me. “I will escort you. I should get back to the station.”

I crossed my arms. “I don’t need an escort. I’m sure you have more important things to do.”

He smiled, and my insides melted. “It’s no trouble at all. I will wait for you outside.” His words left no room for discussion.

Morax walked out of the house, perfectly pleased with himself, and I ground my teeth. Father frowned at me and shook his head. I could see the confusion at this new situation stirring in the back of his mind.

“Michaela, I don’t know about this. Let me just get some things together and I will go with you.”

I squeezed my father’s hand reassuringly. “Please don’t worry. I will be back in under an hour.”

Before he could reply, I scurried out the door and turned to my super annoying escort. Morax opened the passenger door of a police truck and stepped aside. I stuck my tongue out at him as I grabbed the handle and pulled myself up into the seat.

“Adorable.” Morax chuckled before shutting the door and walking to the other side. He was almost too big for the damn truck.

“So, did you steal this?” I crossed my arms and leaned away from him.

Morax grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Not exactly. Human minds are so malleable. I merely convinced the chief of police I was a new transfer, and he gave me the truck.”

I couldn’t help the smile on my face. “Bravo. Now what? How does you being a police officer help us?”

Morax started the truck before responding. “Did you know there is a low level member of The Obscuritas working in the police department? Two, actually. The admin and one of the officers.”

My palms began to sweat, and I gripped the door handle, ready to bolt. Morax leaned over and gripped my wrist, pulling my arm away from the door. His touch sent a burst of heat straight across my belly.

He continued to hold my arm, using the other to drive us into town. “Relax, little lumen. As I said, human minds are fragile and easy to manipulate. Those two are fools. They have no idea you are here. They are more focused on fucking in the evidence room.”

My rigid limbs relaxed slightly. I tried to pull my arm away, but Morax continued to hold my wrist, his arm across my chest like a seatbelt. His thumb traced the underside of my wrist, and I swore he could feel the rapid pulse beneath his touch.

“Speaking of fucking…” Morax growled, and I turned my head fully away from him and faced the window. “Look at me, little lumen.”

I knew my cheeks were bright red, but he was the one that should be embarrassed. He was the one eavesdropping.