16

After eating the stuff Nikki had packed, Emily and Kian had gone for a stroll along the edge of the lake. Kian held her hand as they walked. A simple expression which made Emily feel like the luckiest woman in the world. The sun was going down and the temperature dropped. Emily shivered at the wind’s touch.

“Let’s go back. You’re cold,” Kian said pulling her against him. 

“No. I’ll be fine. It’s really pretty out here. I don’t want to leave just yet.” He looked down at her. 

“I’ll run back and get my coat from the truck. Will you be okay until I get back?” Emily smiled and nodded. He really was a gentleman. 

“Okay. Be right back.” One swift kiss to her forehead and off he ran in the truck's direction. Emily watched him. She watched until he became the size of ant off in the distance.

“Silly man,” she chuckled. 

Out the corner of her eyes, she saw something poke its head out of the water. Emily spun in the direction of it. She only caught a glimpse of what looked like a brontosaurus before it submerged into the water. The thing she thought she saw had a long neck and a dinosaur-like face. 

“Great. Nessie from Scotland has a sister,” she continued looking at the water. “Does your name happen to be Myrtle?” She knew she wouldn’t get an answer back. Or at least she hoped she wouldn’t. Seeing what she thought she saw in the lake reminded her of the car accident. Everyone was calling the creature, that jumped out in front of the car, a dog. Emily felt in her gut that her eyes hadn’t played a trick on her and she had in fact seen a werewolf.

“Listen to yourself, Emily,” she chuckled.

“Yes, listen to yourself,” a man replied behind her. Emily jumped and spun around. Her heart was pounding and fear struck her. She came face to face with a pale man dressed in all black. He wore a medallion around his neck. His light blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. Emily couldn’t tell if it was the reflection of the sun or if his eyes were really red. 

He looked familiar. Not someone she had talked to, but someone she remembered seeing in town. She now remembered. He was across the street from where she and Gabby had been talking. He had stared at her and Gabby but she’d thought nothing of it. Now he was standing a few feet from her. Too close for comfort.

The man sniffed the air and grinned. “You smell delicious,” he said causing terror to run down Emily’s spine. The man had to be on some drug. She wasn’t sure which one but she didn’t care either. Cracked out, strung out, or drunk didn’t matter, getting away from him mattered.

“Hello to you too,” Emily stated keeping her voice from cracking. Inside she was screaming for help.

“Miss Freeman?” he asked. She nodded then smiled.

“The one and only.”

“You are a delightful thing.” Run, Emily. Run.

“Thank you, mister...”

“You can call me Demetri,” he replied. He placed one hand on his stomach and bowed. It was a cordial bow she had only seen in old movies and old tv shows. 

“It is nice to meet you, Demetri.” He stood tall once more. Demetri was the same height as Emily, yet, he made her feel inferior and the size of an ant. It was his eyes. His eyes were weighing her down. They were the eyes of a demon. 

“Shall we, Miss Freeman?” 

“Shall we what,” Emily asked making him smirk.

“It’s always more fun if you run. I enjoy the hunt.” She smells divine. I’m sure her blood will taste just as divine.

“My blood,” Emily snapped. Demetri looked up at her. His eyes were wide, and he looked shocked.

“You... you heard me?” 

“Yes. I heard you. Why wouldn’t I have? I’m standing right here.”

“Ah. You are not one of them. You only smell like one,” Demetri sighed. “Such a shame. It’s been quite some time since I’ve had their...”

“Demetri,” a man’s voice growled a few feet from where Emily and Demetri stood. She was too afraid to take her eyes off Demetri. She knew the first chance he got, he would take it and go after her.

“Relax, James,” Demetri groaned. “I’m only passing by.”

“Passing by,” the other man huffed. “My ass. You are here to start trouble. Get the hell away from her.” 

“She isn’t one of them, anyway. She’s tainted just like the rest of you.” Demetri looked at Emily. “Such a shame, delightful one.” 

“Demetri,” Kian roared. Emily could hear Kian running towards them. 

“Ugh,” Demetri groaned. “Is this an incubus-shifter party? What is up with you all traveling in packs?” 

“Shut the hell up, Demetri,” Kian growled stepping into Emily’s view. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him. “Are you hurt?” 

“No,” she shook her head but her eyes remained on the pale man in front of her. 

“You know the rules,” the unknown man, James, said pointing a finger at Demetri, who held his hands up in a surrender like gesture.

“Yes. Of course, I know the rules. Sweet Nikki and Sir Malakai remind me of them every chance they get. How could I forget?” Demetri dropped his hands and faced Emily.

“It has been a pleasure to meet you, Miss Freeman. I do apologize for startling you,” Demetri stated as he cordially bowed again. The look he gave Emily as he stood back up made her skin crawl. “Perhaps another time, when there is less company.”

Kill Demetri. He dared to threaten you. Kill him, a woman screamed in Emily’s mind. It sounded like the woman from Emily’s dream. The woman’s words called to something deep inside Emily. Something inside Emily wanted to answer the woman’s call.

“Kian,” Emily breathed. He looked down at her. “I need to get away from him. Quickly.”

“Don’t let him scare you, Emily,” James replied.

“James is right. We won’t let him hurt you.” Hmph. Him hurt you? Emily, these men think you are weak, the woman in Emily’s head shouted.

“No. It’s not that,” Emily replied clinging to Kian’s shirt. 

“Emily,” Kian asked taking hold of her shoulders and looking at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Kian,” Emily called out still holding onto his shirt.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.” He wrapped his arms around her. Emily and his body touching ignited a fire in Emily. There was a strong desire to have Kian’s skin against her. She needed him inside her. 

“What’s wrong with me,” she gasped trying to shake the sudden sexual desire. It wasn’t the time for naughty thoughts. She had almost been attacked by a creep, yet, her body was ready to rip Kian’s clothes off. Her panties were soaked from her horniness. The ache between her thighs was rising.

“Emily,” Kian asked looking down at her. “What’s wrong? Talk to me? Did he scare you?” Emily shook her head as her fingers toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt. 

“Um... what’s up with her eyes, Nordin,” James asked.

“I will take my leave on that note,” Demetri gasped then headed into the woods.

“Emily,” Kian asked holding on to her shoulders and looking down at her. She stood on her tippy toes and leaned over to his ear.

“I have this painful urge to take you right now,” she whispered. She heard James chuckle behind her so she lowered her voice. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Kian cleared his throat as Emily stood flat once again. 

Emily’s body was on fire. She rested her head on Kian’s chest and closed her eyes. As many non-sexual thoughts as she could, she tried to think about. Dr. Hemington, work, her parents, Casper, Camden, Demetri, Nikki. None of it was working. Her mind and body could only focus on one thing. She was ready to cry from the need for Kian. Her fingers gripped Kian’s shirt tighter.

“Maybe I should go,” the man chuckled. 

“Unless you want to be in the audience,” Kian laughed. He lifted the back of Emily’s shirt. “James,” Kian stated firmly.

“What? You said I could watch,” James laughed. 

“Ten... nine... eight...”

“All right. All right. I’m leaving.” Emily heard James walking through the ankle-high grass. “Jeez. The incubus can’t make up his damn mind. I can watch. I can’t watch,” James griped as he walked away.

“Kian,” Emily pleaded when she could no longer hear James.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

“What’s wrong with me? Why is all of this happening,” she asked frantically. 

“Sweetheart, relax...” He took a deep breath. “Let’s take care of your need first.” 

“Kian, please, just tell me,” she pleaded lifting her head up to look at him. 

“I will. But right now you need something else more.” Kian pulled her shirt up and over her head. The cold breeze made her shiver. 

“Don’t worry. I’m going to warm you up,” Kian said huskily. The tone in his voice made Emily moan. Quickly, she went for the button and zipper of his pants. Within seconds, she had his pants pulled down. His hard cock freed. Emily grasped his cock and stroked it. Each stroke made him moan. 

“Now,” Kian growled. One quick motion, he had her laying in the grass. He quickly removed her jeans, panties, and shoes then tossed them. “No more wearing these,” he growled and ripped her panties off her hips. She yiped from the sharp pain, but the pain left when Kian spread her legs open. 

“Kian. Please,” she begged yet again. The urge, need, desire exploded with the eroticness of being fully exposed to him. The cool breeze blowing between her legs. 

“Tell me I can have you,” Kian moaned standing up to remove his pants and shoes.

“Fuck me already,” Emily growled. 

“Tell me I can have you and I will,” he teased. Emily sat up and grabbed his cock. He sucked in sharply. “Emily,” he growled.

“Fuck me, Kian! The pain is going to make me cry.” It was the truth. The pain was at a level that would have brought her to her knees if she wasn’t already laying down. 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered. She released his cock as he knelt between her thighs. Once he was comfortable, he lifted her legs and positioned his cock at her heat. Emily throbbed in anticipation. Her patience was dwindling. She needed him to take her. To take her now.

Without a word, Kian rammed into her pussy. Her back lifted off the ground and she screamed from the slight pain and the bountiful amount of pleasure. An orgasm rippled through her. An intense orgasm. She had never orgasmed off of the first thrust before. It was an experience she would never forget.

With one of his arms wrapped around both of her legs, Kian slammed in and out of Emily’s pussy. Each thrust caused her body to quake. She gasped for air. Her nails dug into the grass and dirt beneath her. 

“More,” she panted. “More.” She knew her body couldn’t handle much more, but something inside her told her she needed more of him. Everything he could give to her. Her body was his to have.

“Tell. Me. It’s. Mine,” Kian growled as he continued to thrust inside her.

“It’s yo...” she began. Another orgasm hit her. Her back arched, she grasped handfuls of grass and she screamed his name. 

“Tell. Me. It’s. Mine,” he demanded never breaking his pace.

“It’s...” she gasped. “It’s yours!” His eyes shifted to a brighter blue and his tattoo on his chest glowed red. 

“Fuck,” he cried out as he finally reached his own orgasm. He thrust one last time in her and held still. Emily could feel his cock pulsing releasing his warm cum inside her. The thought of his warm cum made Emily’s pussy tighten and throb against his shaft. Another orgasm rampaged through her. Kian’s name echoed into the dark once more. 

When Kian was drained of all he had and Emily’s body stopped quaking from her orgasm, Kian rolled over next to her. He kissed the top of her head as she laid her head against his chest and snuggled up against his warm body. Emily could hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest. His breaths were short and quick; matching her very own. 

They laid in silence for several minutes. Occasionally, Kian would moan, kiss the top of her head and moan again. A few times she swore she heard him moan words in a foreign language. 

“I could stay like this forever,” Emily whispered breaking their silence.

“Me too.” She looked up and kissed his cheek then placed her head back down on his chest. He rubbed her back and pulled her closer against him. His warmth was welcoming to the night’s cold air. As she thought about his warmth, a cold chill sent shivers down her spine. 

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry,” Kian whispered.  He stood up then helped Emily off the ground. “I should’ve taken you somewhere else to make love to you.” Make love to you, they were words that usually made her cringe. Making love wasn’t in her vocabulary. At least not in a warm, happy way. Making love was a romantic gesture. Something she swore to avoid both verbally and physically... until now.