Page 6 of All Hallows Mate (The Demon Spice Collection #4)

I wake with a gasp when Liam suddenly fills me with his cock. I am lying in the cool grass, and my eyes are still closed as my body rocks. Something is different, though.

It feels… different.

It’s not good.

It’s not bad.

Different.

Not Liam.

Not my mate.

Not my mate

My eyes snap open, and my blood runs cold when I see Jason on top of me. I scream and start hitting him—trying to escape. Trying to fight. I didn’t fight last time. I have to this time. I don’t want to be his mate. Can he have a mate? I have always called him a demon.

I blink once, and it’s no longer Jason.

This is much worse.

Its face is a mix of something that is trying to look human but just misses the mark. I punch it directly between its different-sized eyes, and it lets out a shrill scream before vanishing. I straighten out my legs and stare up at the sky.

What the fuck?

Are we sure I’m not on drugs?

I don’t remember taking any.

Someone definitely could have drugged me. Maybe Tyler actually shot me, and this is hell.

I turn my head and see Liam lying next to me. He is sound asleep with one hand tucked behind his head. I realize his hand is holding mine, but I don’t understand. I was fighting that… thing. He wasn’t here. I sit up, and we are in the woods, but not far from the road.

“Liam,” I say, shaking his arm to wake him. “Hello? Demon boy?”

Nothing.

I jump up and turn around when I hear a noise. “Oh, it’s DoodleBob,” I deadpan when I see it’s the demon with a fucked-up face. Great. I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with a half-baked demon who looks like God started making a human and then just… walked away for a smoke break.

He is slowly approaching me, hunched down like he is hunting prey.

His feet move silently, and his eyes never leave me.

I am getting annoyed, so I reach down and grab a stick before walking closer.

I’m not afraid of some dipshit demon trying to play war.

I just want to get the fuck out of these woods, and this Picasso piece of shit is standing between me and being a step closer to getting out of this place.

I don’t know if this demon is just really fucking stupid and not expecting me to fight him, but I walk up and smack the stick across the side of his stupid face.

He lets out a shrill scream, so I slam it down on the top of its head, and it collapses.

I spin around when I hear a groan and find Liam sitting up. “Liam,” I say as I rush over and kneel beside him. “Why didn’t you wake?”

“What? I…” Liam starts to say, but jumps up and pulls me behind him. He relaxes with a sigh when he sees that the demon is on the ground. “Did you kill that?”

“DoodleBob? I don’t know. I hit him with a stick. He was creeping me out,” I say. Liam turns and looks at me. “What?”

“Did you just call that Phobophage… DoodleBob?” Liam asks with a smirk.

“I also called it a Picasso piece of shit and a half-baked demon. What the fuck is that thing, and why does its face look like a conglomeration of ugly humans?” I ask.

“A Phobophage is a fear eater,” Liam says. “It basically mimics fear. The young ones don’t do very well.”

“Is this like when you see a baby bear? Momma DoodleBob is around here waiting to eat my face off," I ask.

“No, they’re essentially abandoned at birth,” he says. “Let’s walk.”

“I’m not putting those heels back on,” I say.

“That’s fine,” he laughs as we step out of the woods and walk alongside the road.

We are on a long stretch of desolate highway that goes through the Ashvale Valley Forest. I always heard these tales that there aren’t any animals in these woods because evil lurks here. I always thought that was bullshit, but I’m thinking it might be true now.

We walk in silence for a while before Liam suddenly stops. I turn to look at him, and his eyes are bright red. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Ah. It’s just been a while since… I’m trying really hard to just walk and not fuck you again,” he says bluntly.

“Liam,” I say sweetly. “If you need us to have sex for your comfort or our survival, I’m willing. Really, you can regardless.”

Liam practically pounces on me. I squeal and roll to my belly to crawl away from him. I don’t know why, but I laugh when he shoves me flat into the grass and pulls my thighs apart. “Oh my God!” I moan when he surges into my pussy with one hard thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans as he starts fucking me harder and harder. He has me pinned to the ground, and he is growling as he pounds into me. “So good.”

He is ramming into me more and more violently with every thrust. It is a lot of pressure, but it doesn’t hurt. If he doesn’t have a little mercy on me, he’s going to fuck me into the ground, though. “Liam,” I grunt as he slams into me.

“I can’t stop. Fuck,” he groans. When he pulls back, I hurriedly roll over, and he looks like he’s in pain as he shoves back into my cunt. “I’m trying. Fuck!”

Vines sprout up from the ground around him, and he drops down to cover my body with his as the vines start wrapping around us, pinning us together on the ground.

They tighten around us, making his movements stop, and he stays buried inside of me.

He is still rocking his hips, slowly moving inside me.

I feel the invisible force filling my ass, and my body trembles as pleasure rolls through me.

It is a complete mindfuck to have him unable to move, but something invisible can start ramming into me with no resistance.

“Good girl, Tori. Come for me,” Liam says quietly in my ear. “That’s it… Come for me, mate. You can do it.”

I feel out of my mind when I bite down on his shoulder, and my teeth sink into his skin.

He growls, but I can feel his cock swelling inside of me.

His entire body grows on top of me, and the vines snap as he pushes my knees to my chest. He has my teeth marks cut into his neck, but he pays that no mind before he starts to pound into me with what feels like pure violence.

A primal-like growl rips from my chest, and I try to push him off me, but he fucks me harder and harder through orgasms that continue to build strength.

By the time he comes, I am catatonic from coming so hard.

When he pulls out of me, I open my eyes to see him kneeling between my legs, sitting back on his heels, looking at me. My bite mark is still very visible. “I’m sorry,” I say, looking as confused as he looks. “I don’t know why… I’m just gonna go fuck myself.”

“Tori, baby…” he says slowly.

“I don’t know why I did that. I’m sorry. I…”

“Shh,” he says, pulling me up. “Do you know who your father is?”

“No. Mom always told a bunch of lies about who he was.”

“Like what?” he asks.

“Like he crawled from the depths of hell to fuck her,” I say. “She claimed he raped her, she fell in love, and that she attacked him; more often than not, it involved him fucking her and leaving.”

“My sweet mate… You just marked me,” he says with a smile. “If your father were a hybrid, you wouldn’t have a demon form, but you’d have strong demon-like characteristics when you came into contact with your mate.”

“Is that… bad?” I ask.

“No, it’s just not expected,” he says. “It means this journey is going to start getting a lot easier.”

“Because I won’t be completely useless?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles.

“Asshole!” I gasp and playfully smack his arm. “You still have to mark me?”

“Yes. We have to be in the realm of the dominant. If that were you, then you would have been able to overpower me when you were marking me...”

“So, weaker marks first?” I ask.

“Mmmm. Basically,” he says.

“What were the vines?” I ask.

“That was you, my love,” he says. “It’s a defense mechanism for when demons need to protect something.”

“Why would I do that if I’m marking you?” I ask.

“Because you were afraid of losing me, Tori,” he says, kissing my hands. “You were willing to lose the dominant role for the sake of keeping me with you.”

“Oh…”

“Morning is starting to break, so let’s try to get as far as we can. We won’t run into anything while the sun is up. If we make it back in time, we can go handle Tyler, Jason, and Jacob.”

“Okay,” I say with a sweet smile.

For the next twelve hours, we walk this long, empty stretch of eerily desolate highway. Occasionally, buzzards do lazy circles overhead like they’d have already put dibs on my corpse.

I guess that debunks the no animals in the demon woods theory.

The road is shimmering in the early fall heat, and every breath tastes like hot asphalt.

We don’t stop to find food—or even water—just the two breaks when instinct shoves everything else aside.

These aren’t rests. They aren’t living moments of blissful connection.

This is the mate bond making its demands.

They are quick, rough, and without a single word uttered.

After, we resume traveling down this road as a primal side of me emerges.

At first, I think the fast pace is just Liam being a stubborn half-demon, but somewhere around mile forty, I realize my legs aren’t burning anymore.

My breathing has become smooth. My skin feels hotter and tighter, like something was just under it.

Lurking. Waiting. Liam’s eyes keep flicking toward me.

Not in concern, but more like he was checking for… progress.

The first car passes around mile seventy. It’s a rusted pickup. The elderly man in the driver’s seat is leaning on the wheel like he might stop—he doesn’t.

By now, the pull in my chest is constant, a tether yanking me forward toward a place I’ve never been. I can feel it under my skin, aching to break free. My stride matches Liam’s perfectly, like my body knew something my brain was still pretending not to.