Page 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

D emonic pregnancy is teaching me a lot of interesting new things.

For example, four days is apparently too many to go between feedings . The insane feeling in my chest of a void slowly growing as my energy depletes has returned far quicker than I anticipated, and with it, my brain has turned into a lusty fucking disaster. Somehow, the aforementioned lusty disaster brain has me making my way over to Fletcher Hunting today like I’ve been invited.

I take one last glimpse at my reflection in my car’s side mirror as I step out, and even I can admit I look hot today. It’s probably the most effort I’ve put into my appearance since finding out I’m pregnant. The outfit is a little revealing, and I find myself somewhat sarcastically arguing with myself over my clothing choices as I walk over to the building.

Did I choose to wear a cute, high-waisted skirt in the hopes that Daion would suddenly find my legs irresistible and bend me over the counter? No, of course not. I would never.

I also absolutely wouldn’t forgo a bra while wearing a thin top in the hopes of enticing him to pull it off me. And if I left the jacket I’d been wearing over it in the car, despite the March chill? Well, that was an entirely innocent choice on my part too. Clearly, I just assumed it would be warmer in their building.

When I reach the door to their office, I pause with a frown at the fact it’s locked and all the lights inside are switched off. Fuck. Hopefully he’s home and is upstairs or something. Though, if he isn’t, it’s only my own fault. I didn’t exactly warn him I was inviting myself over, too worried I’d chicken out and lose the nerve to show up. I try to ignore the unpleasant prickling feeling across my skin at the thought of going home just as empty as I left.

Biting my lip, I push the buzzer on the little intercom by the door.

As I wait for someone to hopefully let me inside, I wonder if I’m slowly going crazy. This is a truly insane need to now possess, and it only seems to grow in intensity. The only reason I’m managing not to die outright from embarrassment at my present situation is how Daion has been acting towards me in return.

Ever since we fucked, he’s been touching me every single chance he gets. There have been light caresses across my back and his fingers trailing down my arms and brushing over my palms. He’s also been sitting closer to me on the couch, always seeming to have at least one part of his body resting against mine. Not to mention the way he always seems to find a reason to press himself flush to my back when he’s showing me something in our workout sessions. Something he’s found the time for every day since, until today.

Fuck. What if he is busy, and that’s why he didn’t plan for another session?

Not willing to accept failure just yet, I allow my thoughts to drift back to happier things, like the way he’s been behaving.

Although, maybe happier isn’t the best word. Sweet baby pixies, it’s practically torture at times, him being so open with his attraction. Maybe even…his affection? I shake off the idea as quickly as it came, silently reminding myself that this is supposed to be a practical arrangement between sort-of friends. Friends, who happen to highly appreciate each other’s physical appearances. Honestly, the real problem is that Daion’s been extremely open with his attraction, and yet, he’s made absolutely no move to actually fuck me again.

Already, I can feel the cavernous ache in my chest growing worse. I need sex. Clearly, the baby’s draining through my energy faster now, the further into their development they get. I’ve never been so utterly desperate for someone to fuck me, and I refuse to believe it’s just me being a depraved, lusty witch.

“Eden!” Torrin calls when he sees me, grinning brightly as he opens the door. Goddess—this man’s smile . I swear my heart beats a tiny bit faster at the mere sight of it. He scans his eyes over me, quickly taking in the outfit and letting out a low whistle. “Damn, girl. Got a hot date?” he teases, and I roll my eyes, letting out a small giggle as he steps aside and over-elaborately gestures for me to come in.

“Yeah, the men are lining up to date a witch pregnant with a demon’s baby,” I reply jokingly before adding, “I went to lunch with a friend. They had some other stuff to do after, so I thought I’d stop by and see if there were any updates.” I shrug, desperate to seem casual as I step inside. The good-natured playfulness seems to vanish from his face as he shuts the door behind me, securely locking the place back up with the push of a button.

“Lunch with who?” he asks, and I shiver.

Is it just me, or did his eyes just darken and his voice get kind of growly?

I stumble over my words as Torrin takes a step closer to me, staring into my eyes with an intensity I’m not at all used to from this man. “Um, just…this friend. He—I mean…”

“He?” Torrin grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, staring into my eyes as he practically pins me against the wall with his mountain-like body. He tilts his head, and I blink.

What's happening right now?

I look at him, as if just staring will provide me with answers, but all it provides me with is more horny-brained confusion. Torrin’s currently wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt with a well-worn black leather jacket. It looks good on him. He also smells like some kind of especially intoxicating cologne, mixed with his natural scent. Forcing myself to stop checking him out, I look up and meet his gaze, his hazel eyes immediately holding me hostage. I swallow thickly.

“Is Daion here?”

“No, Daion isn’t here. Now, tell me who your lunch was with.”

“Why?”

“Answer.” He’s definitely growling his response this time.

Something is happening. Is he jealous? Not the same kind of jealousy as he had with Daion? Why would he be jealous? Am I sending off sexy mind-controlling juju again? I take a moment to assess myself like I’ve been practicing since my awkward conversation with Rio the other day. I clearly came here with horny intentions…but the juju is under my control, I think. And he did say multiple times that even if it wasn’t, Torrin and Daion should be able to resist.

I let out a breath.

Well, there’s still no way I’m admitting I had lunch alone in my car on the way to the store to buy a new vibrator. Stupidly, I thought that maybe if I bought a different one, I wouldn’t need to come over here and beg Daion to fuck me. I didn’t even make it into the store before I abandoned the idea.

I did, however, kill three tasty tacos…

Instead of admitting my lie, I dig my grave deeper. “Uh, his name is Matt.”

“Matt. Is that the one who works with Suvi? Hmm,” Torrin releases me and then marches away. I take a few moments to recover before following him into the kitchen, and I don’t tell him that I don't actually know anyone called Matt. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? The only things Torrin is a danger to are evil demons and pie.

Speaking of pie…

I try not to do a happy dance at the sight of Torrin pulling out three different ones. If there’s a little more bounce in my step as I walk closer, it’s hardly my fault I’m apparently one easily pleased witch.

“I got these for you to try the next time you came over. Blueberry, cherry, and banana pudding. Which one do you want to try first?”

“You trying to butter me up?” I tease, and Torrin smirks, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over a chair. He seems like he’s mostly back to his usual playful self, but there's a hint of something I can’t quite read, tensing in his shoulders.

“And if I am? Maybe I just like the noises you make when you take that first piece of pie between your lips.”

My mouth pops open as I look up at him, my heart rate kicking right back up. I’m blinking at him dumbly, while Torrin looks confident and steady.

“You like the noises I make when I put something between my lips?” I lick my lips, needing to wet them as my mouth suddenly feels way too dry.

“Pie. I don’t know what you sound like with other things between your lips, Eden.” Torrin steps into me again, brushing my hair behind my ear. The feel of his warm fingers against my skin makes me shiver.

“We could change that,” I murmur, leaning into his touch.

Have I ever seen this look in his eyes before? Hungry, full of lust and need.

“Am I drugging you with my sex juju?” I have to back up, pull away from his touch so I can get a good look at his face. Despite Rio’s unexpected reassurance and my practicing, I’m still worried.

“Yes and no. I’m entranced by you, sure, but it’s your beauty and your fire. Even the spark of mischievous light in your eyes when you fight with Rio. It’s not because of the demon stuff.” Torrin doesn’t let me retreat any further. Instead, he grabs my hips and lifts me up onto the counter. “What did you come here for, Eden? Dressed like this…” His hands land on my thighs as he tugs my legs apart and steps between them. I lean back, resting my hands on the counter so I can watch him. Torrin pushes his hands higher up my thighs until his fingers brush the hem of my skirt. “And asking for Daion?”

“Relief,” I whisper as he leans in, his mouth pressing to the heated skin of my neck. I can’t hold back the moan that slips free. His fingers delve deeper under my skirt, and when he reaches my centre, pressing against my thong, I part my thighs wider for him.

“You’re wet for me, Eden. Do you want me to give you what you need?”

I’m already nodding my head before he can finish asking, reaching for him. I go straight for the button on the front of his jeans. Clearly on the same wavelength, Torrin yanks my thong hard enough to rip the delicate fabric to shreds, then pushes two fingers inside me. I grip his shoulders, gasping as he pumps them in and out of me. All the while, his thumb brushes over my folds until he quickly finds and presses down on my clit in tauntingly slow circles.

“I need you,” I murmur once I finally get his pants undone, pulling his hard cock out with almost shaking hands. I use my heels to urge him closer while scooting further to the edge of the counter. Torrin pulls his fingers out of me and grips the base of his cock. The other hand, he uses to slide into the hair at the back of my head and then tugs.

When his lips crash into mine, the kiss is all-consuming, dizzying. Kissing Torrin is like taking my first full breath of air after suffocating, or maybe it’s more like deciding I don’t care if I do suffocate. That I’d choose to keep my lips locked with his over oxygen.

His cock slides inside me, and he moans into the kiss as my nails rake across his shoulders through his thin white shirt.

“Fuck, Eden,” he whispers, pulling back from the kiss to meet my eyes as he rolls his hips into mine. “You feel so good.”

“Should be saying that to you,” I huff, burying my face in his neck as he pulls out almost all of the way, just to sharply bury himself inside me again. “Fuck me hard,” I plead in his ear, quickly pressing my lips against his skin just below it.

I can feel it, my vitav reaching out to feed from Torrin. It’s so much easier to recognise this time. To feel the process and understand as I take every drop I can get. I can almost sense the sheer relief in my soul.

The only thing that scares me is that I don’t know how long I’ll be able to go before I need to do this again.

His grip on my hips now is firmer, as he follows my instructions and fucks me harder on the kitchen counter. I’m still holding onto his shoulders, a moaning mess in his ear as he takes me higher and higher.

“Come for me, Eden,” he groans, and it’s the final push I need. My inner walls clench around his hard cock, and I cry out his name, loving the way he feels inside of me.

Torrin follows me over the edge quickly, coming with a breathless grunt. The flow of energy between us increases dramatically as he reaches his release. I draw it in, making myself stop when I feel a small wave of fatigue coming off him. After a few more moments, both of us breathing heavily, he pulls out.

We stay where we are, bodies pressed close as he slides his hands up from my hips to my back to cuddle me into him. I feel so at peace. I just rest my head against him, enjoying the moment.

“So, do you want some pie now?” he eventually asks, a smug sort of amusement in his tone.

I can’t help but giggle as I answer, “That would be perfect.”