Demons (Darkness #4)(52)

“Shit!” I yelled, frustrated and terrified.

“I am coming for you, young one,” I heard above the screams and shrieks. My heart beat unnecessarily fast. My attention wandered. “I will have you. Join me.”

Chapter 15

Like an intense orgasm, a jolt of pure pleasure rocked my body. I sucked in a shocked breath.

“Join me!”

All my fear melted away. A soothing sort of tranquility blanketed me, singing softly, laughing in a perfect pitch. A voice tickled my ears, “I will have you. Wait there for me. I am coming.”

“Yes.” My smile must’ve taken up my whole face. I wanted this—to connect myself with that presence. It made me feel so alive. So…beautiful.

“Come to me, young one,” the voice called to me.

“Yes!” I said again, dreamily. Sparks of joy lit up my body, erased all my worries, all my fears. All that awaited was pleasure. Pleasure, and power.

So much power. I could almost feel it, sucking me forward. Trying to merge with me and share this wonderful magic that filled up my body.

Why had everyone warned me away from this? This was heaven! Absolute bliss!

“Come to me.”

Of course I will, I thought to myself. I have to. No…I need to.

I laughed, so hard. I couldn’t help it. I felt so good. So light. Like that first plunge of delicious, sinful sex. The hot and cold of desire. The slow burn of intercourse.

“Open the link!”

I blinked at the words yelled into my face. They sounded so coarse. So disgusting. So filthy and human.

“Open the link!”

I pushed at the face—a striking face. Attached to a large body, brimming with power. More power. I could take from him so easily—he’d link with me. He’d trust me.

I turned to Charles, a sweet smile on my face, a hot fire in my loin. I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to my lips, my magic assaulting his, trying to enact the link while my hands explored his body. He held me close as he yelled, “Damn it, Sasha. No! Open the link!”

Without thinking, certainly not meaning to, that muffle pulled off of the link, revealing another power source. I felt the demon laugh, a pleasing lick up my bones—so much power. I had so much of my own, and access to so much more.

“Well done, young one.”

My gaze rose to the battlefield, taking in my instructions. Watching in awe as the angel spun and twisted, so full of deadly grace. So beautiful.

As I was about to pull away, to drain this man I was held firmly against, a head stuck in my way. Onyx eyes shocked into me, searing my bliss. Something rose through my core, ripping at that consuming pleasure. Trying to sever the link with the angel.

“No!” I screamed, trying to clutch on.

That blissful longing was wrestled by something else. Something fierce and possessive. Something to match the angel’s power.

“Take his power!” the angel commanded.

Panting, snarling, I wrestled with that force inside of me. I tried to hold onto the high of orgasm; the sinful pleasure curling around my body. But something else had welled up. With damning force, something else was ripping me toward it. And then a dull throb took over, rocking me for a second time, but then cradling me as well.

Love.

Stefan.

Like bubbles popping, the haze started to dissolve. The sinful effulgence of a moment before rotted. The night descended once again, slashing out the dream of paradise only gotten through death.

I sucked in what felt like the first big breath of my life. I maintained contact with those liquid black eyes as he took a step; a painful, agonizing step, away from his battle. Away from his vengeance. Toward me.

“Kill him!” the creature screeched.

Stefan’s lips moved, no sound reaching me, but what he said was easy to recognize. “You’re mine.”

Another blast of intense love pumped through the blood link. Powerful strides now, away from the creature that had shaped his past. To me, the person that would help shape his future. “Stay with me, baby,” he said.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I fell into his commanding stare. Sank into his presence through the blood link. Gave myself over to him completely.

“Shake it off, baby,” he stated from directly in front of me now. He grabbed my face as he trapped my gaze. “You’re mine! Shake it off, and send it away!”

I fell into that command. I focused on those eyes. I felt that pulsing deep in my body, responding to him. Needing him.

At one with him.

I took a shuddering breath.

A disgusting screech of frustration shook the battlefield.

“There is no time! We must link!” Toa yelled. “I don’t have the power to do it without her!”

Stefan threaded his fingers through mine. “This is your show, love. Take it home.”

The demon’s call was still there, beckoning me, trying to bring my focus toward it. But now Stefan shielded me, blanketing me in his protection, holding my focus to him with steadfast strength. I took comfort in his power and energy as it bled through the link, and then felt the sisterhood behind me, begging me to join. And Toa, to my right, waiting impatiently for me to be ready. I closed my eyes as the girls whisked me up into their fold, unity and strength. Togetherness. I was not alone.

Toa said to Stefan, indecision fighting necessity, “Link with me. Then let her bring you in.”