Demon (The Northern Kings MC #1)

Chapter Eleven

Ciara

Rain clattered against the glass. Thick, heavy drops pressurised by a hot, muggy day yesterday and ready to wreak havoc on the world below. And it seemed it was starting with my windows. I didn’t have to open my curtains to know it was bouncing off the glass, and with the thin single panes, it could almost convince me it would break right through. The heavy onslaught of the weather had cooled the air, a chill creeping in through the tiny gaps around the windows. I snuggled down under the thick duvet, where it was warm and cosy and inviting, and I could stay wrapped up all day. Well, I’d have liked to. I was exhausted, and right now, sleep was a little too inviting.

Maybe just another hour? Assignments are completed better when you’re fresher, anyway. And fuck knows every second of sleep was needed right now. Just an hour. No more. I turned over, pulling the duvet up to my chin and listening to the rain pelting the windows. It was rhythmical, and maybe if I didn’t know that the water that was seeping in through the cracks was making the wooden frames and sills damper than they already were, and soaking the thinning, mouldering carpet, I might have enjoyed hiding in my bed away from the elements. But with a pitiful electric heater as the only source of warmth, drying out the bedsit after hours of torrential rain was not going to be fun.

But my brain was too muddled, too worn out to care, and soon I was drifting off again, my memories crumbling away and the relaxing darkness of sleep washing over me. My arms felt heavy, and my breathing stilled. And then from beside my head, from right under my pillow, came an incessant vibrating. Fuck. I turned over, moving to the other side of the bed, ignoring the irritated buzzing until the call cut off. And then, a few seconds later, it buzzed again. And again, until at the fourth round I launched for it angrily.

Demon.

“What?” I barked, holding the phone alongside my ear, my brain trying to tug me back into sleep.

“I’m outside, Ciara.”

“Outside where?”

“Outside the red-hot gates of hell. Where the fuck do you think?”

Radgie fucker. I was the one just dragged out of a much-needed lie in.

“Why?”

“I need your car.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to drive around town in that rust bucket and look cool. I’m trying to get it fixed.”

“What’s with the fucking sarcasm?” I grunted, ready to take a swing at him.

“What’s with the attitude?”

Why the fuck was he being such a prick this morning? This was making my head hurt. I heard the long sigh down the other end of the phone. I bet he was pinching his nose and the vein in his neck was throbbing with frustration. I’d seen him look like he wanted to bang someone’s head off the table enough times to visualise what faces he was pulling right now. But I had no intention of getting out of bed to test my theory. Which was right, of course.

The noise made me jump, sending my heart scattering into a thousand different rhythms. Instinctively, I pulled the duvet up to my chin, as if the thickness alone would save me from the person on the other side of the door, and then, when my brain caught up, the sudden pang of fright turned into annoyance.

“Ciara. Let me in, please?”

Demon’s voice rumbled through the room, diluting the anger simmering in my stomach, half ignited by the shock and the other half by tiredness.

“Ciara?” He hammered on the door.

God, he was impatient.

“Alright. Alright. Give me a second.”

The door chains rattled as he thumped on the door again and I had every mind for my fist to say ‘good morning’ straight into his nose.

I jumped out of bed, wobbling the first few steps as my brain caught up. At the door, I slid the chain back, pulling out the top bolt and then dipping to slide out the thick bolt at the bottom. Then, simultaneously with both hands, I twisted the Yale lock back and yanked the door, the swollen wood stuttering open.

Demon looked as pissed off as I felt. His dark eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, and his jaw tight. His lips pushed together, as if he was trying his best to hold in the anger that was on his face. But as his eyes swept over me, dipping down my body to the thin vest top and random pair of unmatching knickers, his expression grew darker still. And for a moment, he was frightening. The anger had morphed into something much more sinister, much more dangerous. The expression was almost the same one I’d seen on him moments before he forced someone’s head through my car window. But not quite.

I should invite him in, not just stand there, mesmerised by the flush of expressions racing across his face. Anger, irritation, and now this unreadable darkness. But an invitation wasn’t necessary because suddenly he was inside, the door closing into place behind him.

His eyes never moved from mine, manoeuvring me backwards with only a look. One that I wasn’t sure was scaring me or turning me on. Or maybe it was both, because now I was hot in all sorts of places.

“Fuck it,” Demon said suddenly, to himself I guessed, because the words seemed irrelevant in the circumstances.

Then he dived forwards, his hands sinking into my hair, pulling my face to him, to meet his lips and the punishment of his tongue, because the minute we touched he thrust it inside of me. Any words I had, any protestations, were taken from me, his lips grabbing and pulling, his tongue swirling. And it elicited the same response. I wanted to hate him, be angry and push away, but the heat that licked up inside of me stole all capacity and autonomy away from me. I fought back, pushing into him, challenging the assault on my mouth with my own tongue, meeting him kiss for kiss.

The ferocity of heat was stoking something irrational deep in my stomach, my fingers feeling for the zip on his jacket, finding the little tab on the end and pulling it down, pushing my hands inside and forcing the stiff leather off over his shoulders. The jacket fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Demon countered, sliding his hands under the bottom of my vest, stepping back, and yanking the baby pink material off over my head. He flung it somewhere, but I didn’t see as he stooped over the top of me, taking my mouth again as cold hands cupped my boobs, rough fingers sliding gently across my skin, making me drag in a breath and squeeze my legs together to force the heat from rising. But now he was stoking that fire inside me right where we stood, his fingers trapping a nipple, swirling gently and then suddenly pinching hard, and I squeaked, a strained whimper, the pinch of pain firing a jolt of electricity through my body.

That little noise drove him wild, his lips grabbing mine again, and we pushed together, our tongues working against each other furiously. An argument, a dual.

Demon broke away, his lips sliding over my jawbone, the scrape of teeth as he nibbled and kissed a route down my neck, pausing at the little recess at the base of my throat. He tasted and licked, sucking gently on the skin, stubble scratching just underneath, where his chin moved across me. Each little abrasion firing me up, the moan slipping out. He dragged his lips lower, pausing just at the opening of my cleavage, his right hand pushing my boobs together, thumbs swirling over my nipples.

Then, sliding his tongue down one side, he tracked across my flesh frustratingly slowly. Every scratch from his stubble followed by the soft caress of his lips, tasting and feeling, licking, and sucking. And deep down inside me my blood crept towards boiling point. Fire and heat licking at my insides, warming my pussy, and consuming every last pang of anger and exhaustion. Now I was wide awake, every nerve ending alive, screaming his name, waiting for a turn at the end of his lips and the touch of his deft fingers that stroked and swirled and pinch and pulled.

Demon’s head sank lower, sucking in a nipple and holding it between his teeth. Just enough pain to make me wince, to pull away from him and wince again. And that same pain morphed into a deep thrum, cascading through my stomach, and hitting me square in the space between my legs. The space begging right now to be filled, to be punished the same way he’d attacked my lips. Demon sucked harder.

“Fuck!” I breathed through gritted teeth, pulling his head into my chest. Fuck, yes, I needed more, and as if he’d read my mind, he sucked again.

I’d been too distracted whilst he was sucking and nipping at my nipples to feel his hand sliding over my hip and manoeuvring behind me. Not until I felt fingertips grasp the flesh of my arse cheek. I squeaked, half surprise, half pain from the sudden grip and scratch of nails. Then the other hand joined in, edging under the scrap of lace that protected me, brushing lower, closer, swiping down between my cheeks, pausing over my arsehole. A hint. A threat. I clenched, half involuntarily, half in fear that the threat might be more of a promise. His lips widened against my nipple. The fucker was smiling into the flesh of my boob, enjoying making me wriggle away from him.

Pushing my hands under his t-shirt, I edged it up, a prompt that he followed, taking a step away from me and then finishing the job himself. Under the t-shirt, he was muscled. His stomach was a pattern of tight waves and wisps of dark hair leading down into his jeans. Demon’s chest was hard. Not huge, not out of proportion, but tight, toned pecs and well-shaped shoulders, leading down to the bulge of biceps. Strong and fit. Strong enough to grab me and throw me backwards onto the bed, the sudden movement catching me by surprise and for a few seconds I lay there disorientated, staring at the cracks in the ceiling.

Fingers slid over my stomach, a warning, a hint. And then they hooked under my knickers, gliding the white lace down my thighs. I kicked out of them, just as Demon stepped between my legs, spreading me open and staring down at me. He didn’t move, just stared. His face was tight, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them before. A struggle of control. I’d seen that before. The muscle in the side of his neck ticked. Then his hands dropped to my thighs, kneading and stroking the flesh between my legs. A million pulsing tingles erupting everywhere he touched and racing up to my exposed pussy. And not once did he take his eyes off me, staring at the space between my legs as if he was watching me get wetter and wetter.

Demon didn’t speak. Just stood over the top of me, opposing and ominous, his fingers roaming over my legs, painfully slowly creeping towards me. I wanted to take his hand and put it there, to stop the pressure building, to release me from the apprehension of his touch. I wriggled down the bed, so now my arse was nearly hanging off. If he didn’t touch me soon, I’d have to do it myself. And still he stood there.

“Demon?”

“Shush. I just want to look at you.”

“You can look at me later.”

He shook his head, his teeth raking over his bottom lip.

“Please, Demon.” My voice was hoarse, needy. He bit down harder on that lip. “Please.” I grabbed his wrist, pulling it towards me, meeting his hand. And still he didn’t move, but his eyes moved to my face, watching me.

I moved against him, pushing my pussy against his hand. Anything would do. Any friction I could get, and just the feel of his flesh against mine sent a pulse of angry tingles rocking my body. Fuck. It had been so long. So long since I’d ever felt safe enough alone in a man’s company that I was likely to come just from this. Then suddenly I felt him step in closer, his hand moving over me, his fingers exploring my slit, working their way around my entrance, until at last I felt the pressure from him.

I squirmed, pushing down as he pushed into me, taking his first finger from him, my body clenching around him, internal muscles clamping down on him. And then more pressure as he slid in another, holding still a second, his eyes locked on my face. Then his fingers moved, drawing them back, slowly at first, smoothly working in and out of me. A hiss filled the room. My hiss. My voice, my throat constricting as his fingers worked faster.

“Open your legs wider, Ciara. I want to see you.” His voice was pure grit, control right out there on the edge. Control for both of us.

He stood over the top of me, fucking me with his fingers, until my stomach was clenching, and I could feel wetness spilling out between us, and the voice that filled the room was mine. And now he added another finger, filling me full and tight, forcing me open, his eyes watching me all the time. I shouted suddenly as he pushed into me hard, the heel of his hand hitting my clit and sending an eruption of heat rocking my body.

“Are you ok?” he asked, slowing.

“Yes.” I could barely get the words out. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

“I need to be sure you can take me, darl’,” his voice was delicious, low, and gravelly. “Because I’m much bigger than this.”

His thumb swirled over my clit, and he pumped hard into me.

“Demon!” I breathed.

“Can you take me?”

“Yes.”

He pulled his fingers away, and I could have cried in frustration. He stepped backwards, his hands popping open the button of his jeans, pulling them down, as his cock bulging against the black boxers underneath. Tight, black boxers. And fuck, that was a hell of a bulge. He reached round behind him, grabbing something out of his back pocket before sliding the jeans all the way to the floor, a hint of foil tucked away in the palm of his hand.

And then he peeled his boxers down. To the floor presumably, but I didn’t see the rest, because as soon as he pulled them down, his cock bounced free. Fuck. It was thick and long. The head engorged with anger; a thick vein forced almost out of the skin. Fuck. The thing was a beast. Raging. He stroked the condom over the top, pulling it down the shaft as the thing strained, untamed, underneath. Fuck. Then he stepped forward again, lining it up between my legs. I could feel the tip. The tiny touch of it making my insides boil.

“I’m going in all the way, Ciara. In one. Because if I don’t, you’ll not let me in at all. You good with that?”

I nodded, suddenly nervous, like it was my first time all over again.

Demon bent forwards, grabbing at my mouth. I felt a little pressure as he pushed against me. It was ok. His mouth worked over my jawbone, licking and sucking, sliding down towards the right side of my neck, pausing over where my pulse raged underneath. He licked the spot, placed his lips against me, and then sucked hard. I gasped. And then I felt him. Forcing into me, my internal flesh screaming, pushing me wider, splitting me open. Fire, pain, and then a deep radiating sensation like none I’d ever felt before.

“Fuck!” I screamed from underneath him.