Page 24 of The Good Char (Soul Taker)

I prowled around the apartments while the world was still asleep. The darkness called to me like a lover as I made my way up the steps toward her floor.

The scuffle of a shoe stopped me in my tracks as my eyes darted to its origins. He couldn’t see me, but I could see him.

The man across the hall pulled in another figure quickly behind his door. A few thuds sounded as I continued my way toward Kimmy’s door. It was just as sparse as I remembered. Hadn’t I given her enough funds lately? I might need to adjust her pay again.

Frowning at her empty space, I looked at her little table with a single chair and her sheer curtains with the moonlight’s glow.

She stirred in her sleep and I wondered what she was dreaming about.

Pfft. Why should I care what she dreams about at all? She was merely my human servant here while I was serving my sentence?—

A moan escaped her lips… and then my name. My back tensed and my phallus twitched. I grunted and took a few more steps beside her bed and watched her face contort through different emotions.

When she frowned, bit her bottom lip and turned over with her hair splayed behind her, I couldn’t resist the pull. Leaning in, I slowly crawled onto her bed with one knee, and sniffed.

What was it about Kimmy that made her different from the rest of the population?

“Please, sir. Please…” she begged sweetly and my hackles rose.

Who was she dreaming about? She wasn’t calling out to me like that when my name left her lips.

Anger began to flame but was quickly put out when her hand crawled between her legs and she whispered, “I can’t call you D. Please don’t make me, sir.”

Her feminine musk cloaked the air and the next thing I knew, I was spooned behind her, my tail ripping through my flesh suit, thrashing back and forth over the edge.

When she hummed, I felt the vibration against my skin and I pulled her closer against me, glad she wasn’t awake to witness my weakness.

“Please,” she begged again and I groaned, wrapping my hand around hers, wondering what her naughty little fingers were doing.

She squirmed against me and I growled as my hardened phallus nested against her backside. “What are you begging for, little human?”

She whimpered as I guided her hands further between the apex of her legs, moving her fingers into steady teasing motions. Her breath stuttered as her pheromones grew stronger, drowning me.

Her body was hot as if her own little inferno was ignited by our contact and being the demon I was, I wanted more of it. I wanted to push her to beg for me even through her subconscious. I wanted to imprint myself into her mind so deep, all she could do was live and breathe me… the same way I did.

I hated her for it, nipping at the skin on her shoulder, then licking the pinkened flesh.

She gasped and scissored her legs, pulling my hand deeper into the core of her heat. I angrily obliged, slipping my hand into her panties to find them soaked with slick.

“I need you. Please.” Her eyelids fluttered when I dipped a finger inside, scalding my fingertips with her feminine firestorm.

Her hips began to thrust rhythmically, rubbing her ass against my organ seeking a home and I growled against the nape of her neck.

The smell of her perspiration made my throat water with the slaking need to taste her.

Darting my tongue out, she exhaled when I licked across her shoulder from one side to the next.

But it wasn’t enough. All it did was start a ravenous appetite that made me want to devour her whole. I warred with my natural instincts, reminding myself that as much as I wanted to consume her, I would be without an employee.

I would be without her annoying smiles and wicked playfulness as she caressed my phallus from outside my pants, showcasing a side of her that imprisoned me beneath her spell.

“Kimmy, you wretched little being. You dare ensnare a demon?” I whispered behind her ear, wanting to know her answer yet not wanting her to wake just yet.

“Yes,” she whispered back and I pushed her shoulder down, coercing her onto her stomach with my weight while my tail pulled down the elastic waistband.

She shivered and moaned as my tail wrapped around her leg and pulled it apart. Running my nose down her lower back, I fought to hold back my form. But when her cloying arousal burned my nose, my flesh suit ripped to shreds around us.

With a snarl, I dove my tongue into her pussy and stretched her puffy skin. She tasted of the most forbidden hellfires as she drench my mouth with her slick.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and come for your demon,” I purred. She clenched herself around my tongue and I forced it deeper, wanting to pierce the depths of her innards until she was a part of me.

If this was the master’s punishment, I was a glutton for it.

Kimmy didn’t disappoint as her little hands clawed into her sheets while she tried to squirm away from me.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, making sure to get every last taste of her into my mouth before she cried out against her pillow in pleasure while I feasted on her sacrifice, impaling her pussy again and again with my tongue until her shaking stopped.

Running one last lick up her back side, I pulled her elastic waistband back up and groaned against her lower back as the moonlight made her tears gleam in the corner of her eye.

It was despicable of me to want to see her in tears. She shouldn’t look as beautiful as she did when she was crying, so the fault lied solely in her hands. She drove me to this madness and now I was left with nothing but abominable longing until I saw her again.

Reluctantly removing myself from her side, I could feel the spikes along my skin pulsing with need as well as my cock. But I preferred to hear her consciously scream while I impaled her. Therefore, I would have to suffer a little longer.

“Dammit, Kimmy. You’ve bewitched me, you little fool,” I grumbled before pulling her blanket over her resting form.

Who was I kidding? The only fool in the room was me.

Loathing myself, I left her apartment, making sure to secure the lock. The sound of a muffled cry caught my attention and I snapped my head to see the man across the hall re-enter his room once more. Why was this human operating against the saccadic rhythm typical for his kind?

There was something about him that was out of place. I stared at his closed door, rubbing my chin. The lingering taste of Kimmy, stole my attention and I cursed beneath my breath as I stomped down the stairs toward my Camaro.

I needed a ride to clear my mind. I couldn’t go to work discombobulated like this. The little female would latch onto my weakness and I would be irrecoverable.

The last thing I needed were for the other demons to pity me for finding myself shackled to the one thing we lived to torture and devour.