Page 3 of Stalked By the Demon (Halloween Temptation #10)

The further I stumble through the cornstalks, still buzzing from that earth-shattering orgasm, the more I realize that running away from my only savior is the dumbest thing I’ve done today.

Dumber than fucking a stranger’s fist, maybe.

Be rational, Charlie. I must be more freaked out than I thought if I really believed that… what, that guy has telepathic powers or something? Maybe I should turn back.

But when I finally reach a familiar-looking trail, I almost weep with joy at the sight of the Monster Maze decorations. Pushing aside towering cornstalks, I whip out my phone, Val’s number on speed dial, and walk straight into a hard chest.

“Sorry!” I squeak, stepping back. A strong hand grips my arm tightly before I can move away.

Familiar mocking laughter fills my ears. “Cute costume, Charlie. A pure little angel, aren’t you?”

Jake sneers down at me, his features contorted in disgust. I can’t believe I used to think this guy was handsome. Don’t get me wrong, he’s conventionally attractive, but when he looks at me like I’m dog poop stuck to the bottom of his shoe, the true ugliness of his soul is glaringly obvious.

He’s dressed in a shitty Batman costume complete with a cheap-looking cape. Not for the first time in my life, I curse the height Mom passed down because Jake towers over me. I could be crushed like an ant, and nobody would know.

“Let me go.” I hate the way my voice trembles and hate it even more when he lets out a sharp bark of laughter.

“Guess who I just saw? Quinn and Gigi. And you know what, Charlie? They called me a piece of shit.” His grip tightens, and I wince as pain twinges up my arm. “My own friends, who I introduced you to, berating me for ‘how much I hurt you’.”

“Stop—stop yelling.”

He knows how much I hate it. How much it reminds me of my old stepdad, before Mom finally had enough and left his sorry ass in the dust. My stomach twists into knots, and I jerk my arm back, wanting nothing more than to escape from this nightmare.

Tears prickle my eyes. Damn it. I need to be strong.

Jake grunts. “Did you tell them how I saved you from complete obscurity, Charlie? Without me, you’d be a nobody. You’re pathetic. I haven’t even said anything, and you’re already crying like a bitch.”

The worst part is that he’s right. Except for Val, I’ve spent the past four years of college life basically friendless.

Jake’s the kind of guy who everyone knows; on the baseball team, easy and outgoing, friends with everyone on Greek row.

He’s the only reason my pool of people known expanded from one to a comfortable group size that I’m beyond grateful for.

Despite that, it isn’t my fault that his friends like me better.

“Shut up,” I mumble. My lower lip wobbles like the traitor it is.

“What was that, angel?”

“I said shut up, Jake.”

He laughs, brittle and mocking. “That’s not very angelic of you. I think somebody needs to teach you manners.”

Oh, God. I have no idea how to fight. It’s not something I learned between memorizing every Lana Del Rey lyric and binging Netflix shows. Plus, Jake is huge. One punch from him will knock me clean out.

I don’t know anyone as big as him. Well, nobody except that man with the horns.

My heart clenches, an overwhelming yearning flooding my body.

I wish he were here. For some reason, I know he’d never allow Jake to hurt me.

He’d sweep me up in his big arms and carry me far away from here. Maybe touch me some more.

I shake my head, trying to dislodge the fantasy. After running away like that, he probably thinks I want nothing to do with him.

“Eyes on me, little angel.” My arm twinges under his grip. “I want you lucid for this one.”

He pulls his fist back. I flinch and reach my free hand up to protect my face, bracing for pain… but it never comes. A thundering growl rumbles through the corn, and then Jake is torn off me. He crashes to the ground with a pained groan.

“What the fuck?”

But my attention isn’t on Jake.

The horned man stands over him like a sexy god, his face contorted in thunderous rage, shining hair swaying in the breeze. I swallow past the lump in my throat, gratitude flooding me in huge, shuddering waves.

He came back for me.

I want to throw my arms around him and bury my face into his chest, soak up more of that earthy harvest scent of him. Sink to my knees and suck his cock right here in front of Jake.

With a grunt, the man picks him up by the scruff with one hand. For a moment, I’m scared that he’ll snap Jake’s neck. Instead, he sets him on his feet and kicks him in the back, towards the direction of the maze entrance.

Jake glances between me and the horned man, his eyes pulled wide in fear. If he feels remorse about leaving me here with a guy who could kill me if he wanted to, he doesn’t show it. He turns on his heel and runs without a look back.

“Coward.”

The man’s barely turned to me before I’m launching myself at him, babbling my gratitude in his warm, hard chest. I thank him over and over again, tears wetting my cheeks. Is it a little dramatic? Definitely. But right now, I’m simultaneously so horny and so weepy I can barely think.

His large body shifts with the dangerous power of a predator. Then I’m being grabbed by the legs and thrown over one broad shoulder, fireman-style.

“Hey!” I squirm a little, even though I don’t mind this position at all. “At least warn a guy before you go all sexy Hulk-mode.”

He ignores me and sets off walking deeper into the corn maze, back to the familiar small clearing. Muscular, round ass cheeks flex with each long stride, and I bury my face into his bare skin, my cock filling so quickly I feel lightheaded.

Maybe that has something to do with being upside down.

We reach our destination before I know it.

He stops in the middle of the clearing and manhandles me onto the dried grass.

I go without complaint, gripping his shoulders as I fall onto my back.

Immediately, his arms roam every inch of my body.

Stroking my neck, my arms, down my chest, and tucking up underneath my shirt to check the hot, tender place by my ribcage. Each touch licks flames up my skin.

“Are you harmed?”

His accent—is it still an accent if the words are in my head?—is strange, his vowels rounder and softer than I’m used to.

“No, he didn’t get a chance to before you came. Thank you again, by the way. How did you know I needed you?” I stammer, a blush spreading across my cheeks. “I mean, um, your assistance. Not you. Obviously.”

The man scratches his stubble, dark brows drawn tight over his forehead. “I am unsure. I imagine that it’s the same reason you can understand me, human.”

What does that even mean? And why does he keep calling me ‘human’? A rough palm grazes over my stomach, sending shivers down to my toes, and I gasp, trying to think past the overwhelming arousal.

“Oh, I get it. You’re still in character for the maze, right? I’m definitely leaving a five-star review—oh my God.”

Those exploring fingers graze over my nipples, and I let out a moan. Holy shit, that feels amazing. I never knew it could be this good. He rubs them to hard nubs, then grunts and shoves my crop top underneath my chin, exposing my pale, thin chest to his intense gaze.

I squirm against the grass, suddenly wanting that long tongue so badly that just thinking about it makes my cock jump.

The wave of gratitude from before hits me with a vengeance, and I curl my arms around his neck, tugging him down. My fingers bump against something hard on his back. Maybe it’s some part of his costume? But I’m too keyed up to stop and explore.

When my mouth meets his, everything else fades away. No more Jake, or all-consuming loneliness. No more horrible self-pity that makes me feel hollow inside and out. He licks into me, tongue scraping over my teeth and down the back of my throat, fleshy and stimulating, making my eyes flutter shut.

“You can touch me again, if you want.” I pant against his cheek, so needy it makes me delirious. “I’m, um, a virgin, so please go slow.”

He groans, a sub-vocal sound that makes me buck up, my erection dragging over his. “You want me to breed you?”

Oh. Oh. That wasn’t exactly what I meant, but hearing the words in his strange, lilting accent shoots a red-hot need through my body that I’ve never felt for anybody else. Not even Jake got me hot and bothered like this.

I nod emphatically, a whine escaping my lips. “Please. Wanna feel you inside me. Please.”

The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m flipped onto my stomach. Two large hands grip my ass cheeks, squeezing so hard I let out a pathetic mewl, burying my face into my arms.

My shorts are ripped off in seconds. The cold air barely has time to register before those hands are back on me again, pulling my ass wide open and exposing my hole to him. He grunts at the sight, thumbing at my entrance roughly.

Nobody’s ever touched me down there, not even me when I’m jerking off. It feels like magic in my skin.

“On your knees, human.”

With one tug, he pulls me onto my knees. No asking, no preparing me, just pure strength. My cock bobs in the air, straining against my stomach. Fuck, that was hot. Like this, I’m exposed fully to him, my ass spread wide. Then something wet and rough and long drags over my entrance.

Oh my God. Is that his tongue?

I try to squirm out of his hold. “Wait, um. Isn’t that gross?”

“Tell me how it feels.”

Ignoring my half-hearted protests, he goes to fucking town licking me down there.

Short, sharp licks interspersed with longer ones, dragging from my balls all the way up to the base of my spine. With every wet pull of his tongue, I turn into horny goo, my knees shaking. No doubt I’d have collapsed if it wasn’t for his strong hold on me.

“Please. Oh, fuck. Please, your tongue, let me…”

Without warning, his tongue hardens to a point and dips inside my soft ring of muscle. At the same time, he reaches around my front and grasps my cock. My orgasm hits me like a truck, and I collapse onto my face, ass still in the air, cock jerking as streaks of cum shoot into his fist.

Fingers press against my lips. “Dirty boy. Clean me up.”

I lap up my own spend obediently, gripping his wrist as I enthusiastically clean his hand. My hips stutter and jerk through the last shocks of my orgasm. It’s still not enough. I feel so achingly empty.

Moaning, I wiggle my ass in the air, hoping it's tantalizing enough for him. “Come on, you said you were gonna breed me.”

“What happened to the shy little creature? I let you release once, and already you’re a demanding brat.

” He doesn’t sound annoyed, though. If anything, he seems more turned on.

His large body drapes over my back, arms bracketing my head as he nudges the spongy head of his hard cock against my wet entrance.

“You want this big cock in you, boy? Want me to fill this tiny hole and give you the relief you need?”

That sets me off. I can’t stop wiggling and moaning, wanting his touch so badly I’m afraid I’ll combust with it.

There’s a wet sound, then a glob of spit lands between my cheeks and slides over my hot, aching hole.

I blush at the sheer filthiness of it, but the man doesn’t give me the chance to be embarrassed.

The first finger in my ass makes me scream. He shoves it in without warning, still wet from my cum, curling and stroking until he brushes against something soft deep inside me.

It feels like heaven.

And, embarrassingly, a little like I have to pee. He prepares me roughly, adding another finger, then another, not stopping even when the burn threatens to swallow me up. Eventually, the pain subsides, and all that’s left is a never-ending pleasure that makes my balls draw up high and tight.

God, he’s so good at that. How many people has he done this to before?

The questions swirl around in my head like leaves in a whirlpool, before the fingers leave me bereft, my hole clenching around sudden cool air. I whine, but the sound is cut off when he grips my shoulders and slides his cock into me with one smooth thrust.

“Fuck!” I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s splitting me open with that thing. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“So tight. So warm. Your hole is perfect for me, sweet thing. Made for breeding.”

“Yes, please. Please, I want it so bad.”

With a guttural roar, he pulls back and then slams into me, so hard I see stars. It feels so much bigger than I thought. I try to breathe through the burn, tears prickling in the corner of my eyes, but I can’t hold back a panicked sob. He stills, then leans down to pet my hair.

“Shhh, sweet thing. You can take it, can’t you? Feel how hard I am for you, darling. You want my release inside of you. Let me fuck you like you deserve.”

The mix of soft and filthy is making my head spin. It does its job of calming me down until I feel boneless.

Eventually, I nod. “Okay. You can go hard now. I’m ready.”

He seems to take my command seriously. Again and again, he slams deep inside of me, rutting against me like an animal, the head of his cock driving into that special place with each thrust. A large hand grips my stomach and pulls me up, spread apart on his knees and impaled on his cock, his front against my back.

“So fucking beautiful. Never met a human like you, not in all my years. You know how long I’ve been wandering, waiting for this? Fuck.”

I moan, overwhelmed with… well, everything. The feeling of him ramming into me, his hands wandering under my crop top and across the little bulge of my stomach where his cock is, the smell of earth and cinnamon and roasted corn, his filthy sweet words.

The man grunts, arms curled around my middle, and fucks into me like he’s never felt anything better. I bite my lip, my chest warming with pride.

I did that. I’m the one who made him feel that good.

His thrusts turn erratic, and he clamps me down onto his cock, driving deep inside me. “Good boy. Let me breed you, sweet thing. Sit there and take it. Take what I give you.”

My entire body feels boneless, and then he’s coming, his hot release painting my insides. The wet feeling of it filling me up triggers my third orgasm of the night, and I come with a tortured moan, slumping against him.

I’m so out of it, I’m barely aware of him lowering us to the ground until he’s curled around my back. He slips out of me with a quiet huff and presses fingers against my hole, pushing his spend back inside of me.

“You’re so hot,” I say reverently.

He snorts but says nothing else, allowing me to snuggle close to him like I need. My eyelids feel heavy. But I can’t fall asleep; my friends will get worried. Knowing Val, she’ll probably burn down the entire cornfield to find me.

Just a short rest. Then I’ll leave.