The Demigod (Seven Sins MC #6)

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

Daemon

I damn sure wasn’t going to tell sweet shadow girl about the shit that had happened to me while I’d been in that basement.

About the lashes, the punches, the scratching and stabbing.

Worse yet, though, the mental doom that filled me, sucking out anything akin to joy or hope.

It was like shadows filled my mind, blanketing any light in darkness, making me sure that all I would ever know again was pain and emptiness.

But it was the darkness itself that, somehow, saved me.

Darkness conjured images of shadows. Then, out of those shadows, my little shadow girl. And all of her warmth, her goodness, her selflessness. And, yeah, all that pretty didn’t hurt either.

In my emptiness, I reached for her, that little voice whispering in the back of my mind.

Mine .

And, just for the duration of the torture, I went ahead and let myself believe that.

It got me through.

The doom teased around the corners of that fantasy, but couldn’t penetrate, couldn’t overtake me.

Then it was over.

And there she was.

Stepping out of her shadow.

Shedding a tear for the state of me.

Mineminemine.

It was a good thing, I guessed, that we were to spend the night away from each other. It would give me time to separate the fantasy that had helped me get through the torture with my mind intact and the woman herself.

One who didn’t want me.

She was laser-focused on her mission.

Finding her sister.

Saving mankind.

Or, at least, as much of it as she could.

I couldn’t crush her spirit, tell her that this was bigger than her siblings, that there were clearly other gods to contend with. This was the one thing she felt like she could control. And, who knew, maybe Nemesis would bring some balance back to things.

So I mustered some motivation and started to tear through the woods, checking every rock formation, abandoned building, and cave I came across.

But there was nothing.

There wasn’t even a hint of power around. Though, to be fair, if Nemesis was around and bound by some sort of spell, there was a chance there would be no noticeable trace of her.

I checked Nox’s watch several times. She’d been right about my concept of time. When you lived forever, whole weeks or months could pass and feel like just days. Hours, in particular, were harder for me to keep track of.

When we were closing in on the halfway point of the night, I made my way toward the towering tree. Even in the darkness, it was easy to find and follow.

I got there first and found myself leaning against the tree and frequently checking the watch, getting more and more concerned with each passing moment.

Those feelings that Oizys had inflicted on me—the tight chest, the pounding heart, the choking sensation—came back with a vengeance, strong enough that I was sure the god herself was making her way in my direction.

“Where are you, shadow girl?” I asked aloud, wondering if I should head back toward the estate and start looking for her. What if they got her? If they were torturing her?

The Change came out of nowhere, forking my tongue, making my horns start to press out of my skull and my wings start to slice through the skin of my back.

But as if the sound of my voice somehow reached out to her, Nox’s cloak of darkness slipped away, revealing her prone form on the ground, her dark hair spilling over her face.

My stomach clenched, thinking she was dead.

But no.

Obviously, her cloaking powers wouldn’t work if she was dead.

She was just exhausted.

I understood her desire to help her fellow man. But she couldn’t do that if she completely burned herself out, either.

“Oh, shadow girl,” I murmured, making my way toward her, lowering myself down, and very slowly pulling her up against me.

I didn’t need to be so careful, though. She was so dead tired that she didn’t even stir.

At least not until she was fully against me, covering me in that orange cream scent I found so fucking intoxicating. My heat must have been warming her up, though, because she snuggled closer and made these little mewling sounds that had my cock getting all sorts of ideas.

I knew that she would likely be pissed when she eventually woke up, going on and on about how there was no time to waste.

But things had changed now. If the gods were busy tormenting me, she didn’t have to worry about the humans. We had more time. Unless, of course, the gods got sick of toying with me.

But we could cross that bridge when we got to it.

Right now, she needed rest. I mean, if she’d gone from fully functioning to out cold so quickly, clearly her powers were taking too much from her. Maybe that was just because she was overdoing it and not taking good enough care of herself. Or, possibly, her powers were growing, and she neither realized it nor found a way to control it.

I wouldn’t pretend to be an expert on powers. Sure, I knew how upper demons like myself and my club brothers operated. And I even had a cursory understanding of lower demons and their powers.

But gods and demigods? Not in my wheelhouse.

Suddenly, I wished I had access to the club. To Ace and his endless knowledge and books. To Bael, who possibly made contact with the hot professor who specialized in the old gods. Hell, maybe even Lenore or Dale, both women with powers of their own to draw reference from.

I didn’t have my phone, though. And I damn sure didn’t have anyone’s numbers memorized.

We were on our own.

Unless I could convince Nox to go with me to get some help.

Even as I thought it, though, I knew that idea was dead in the water. She would never willingly leave this place. At least not without first finding her half-sister.

So, for the time being, we were stuck here. Running around like squirrels in traffic. No direction. No understanding of what was going on.

But at least she wasn’t alone in the mission anymore. I was pretty sure if she was, she would have gotten found by now. Not because she was careless, but because she was struggling with her power.

I knew that she would want me to wake her up. Or, if not that, to continue the search without her. But, frankly, the one thing I did seem to know about the old gods was how horny and rapey they were. If they happened upon a woman sleeping in the woods, bad things were bound to happen. Not even a relation would stop them, since they were often incestuous.

Mine the voice snarled at the idea of someone putting their hands on her.

“You’re dangerous, shadow girl,” I murmured, going ahead and letting my head rest on the top of hers, breathing in that sweet scent of hers as she slept against me, her breathing slow and deep.

It was only maybe two or three hours before her whole body jerked hard as she came awake with a start.

“What—“ she said, struggling against my hold.

“Easy, sweetness,” I said, hearing how thick my voice had gotten as my desire had slowly grown over the past few hours. And all the wiggling she was doing wasn’t helping anything either.

“Daemon?” she asked, voice slow with sleep.

“Know any other snuggling demons?”

“I don’t… I was waiting for you,” she said.

“And you fell asleep right on the ground by the tree,” I told her.

“What? No. I slept all day.”

“Seems like that wasn’t enough.”

“Why did you let me sleep?”

“Honestly, wasn’t sure I could have woken you up if I wanted to.”

“I don’t know how that happened,” she said. “I was just sitting there… then I was waking up.” There was a moment where she just sat there with that information. “That’s actually kind of scary,” she decided.

“How about we stick together for the rest of the night?” I suggested.

“Maybe that’s smart,” she agreed. “Hopefully after some more sleep, I will feel more like myself tomorrow.”

With that, she finally started to move again, making her rock on my lap.

“Wait, I—“ I started, trying to grab her hips, stop her from feeling just how affected I was by her nearness.

It was too late, though.

She wiggled.

And then she was right on top of my cock.

Her gasp morphed into a throaty moan as my hips did a little automatic thrust, making me rock against the juncture of her thighs.

I watched as her lips fell open, as her eyes went molten.

I knew I was taking a risk doing so, but I couldn’t stop myself from jerking my hips up again. Then again.

Reaching down, I grabbed her legs, spinning her around so her back was against my chest.

Sure, what I really wanted was to spin her toward me, feel her lift up, then slide down on me, her eager pussy tightening around my cock.

But something told me that was hoping for too much too soon.

The way her legs parted as my hand slid up her thigh, though, said that this much, at least, she would allow.

Her head turned in toward my neck, taking a deep breath that caught on a moan as my hand pressed between her thighs.

Even through the thick material of her winter leggings, I could feel the heat of her as I crooked my fingers, pressing more firmly against her clit.

Her hips rocked, silently begging for more of the friction.

And, fuck if I wasn’t happy to give it to her.

Her soft whimpers and ragged breathing spurred me on even as her hips wiggled impatiently and her fingers dug into the leather jacket covering my arm.

I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to give her just a little more of what she wanted, right?

My hand slid up, slipping under the waistbands of her leggings and panties.

The touch of me against her hot, slick cleft had her body jolting and tensing as a long moan escaped her.

“So wet for me already, sweetness,” I murmured, loving the way her thighs clamped together and rocked as my thumb started to work her clit without the barrier.

But it wasn’t quite enough. The frustrated little grumbles she made had my lips curving up as I went ahead and let two of my fingers drift down, tapping against the opening to her pussy until her fingers were digging into my skin, until she was actually angling herself against them, trying to get them to push in.

Only then did I press them in deep, my cock aching at the sound of her long moan, at the way her walls automatically tightened, pulling me deeper in.

Any little bit of control I had before then disappeared as I started to fuck her with my fingers. Hard. Fast. And the way her wetness coated my palm told me all I needed to know about how much she loved that I lost it.

She came hard and fast, like her body had been desperate for release for months.

But I wasn’t anywhere close to done.

My fingers fucked her through it, then kept relentlessly working her, driving her back up.

She was still panting from one orgasm when the second moved through her, making her let out this choking moan that had my lips curving up.

If there was ever a time I could be thankful for my demon strength and stamina, it was when I had a gorgeous woman moaning and writhing in my arms, underneath me, bent over in front of me.

“I can’t…” she whimpered as my fingers turned, rocking against her top wall as my palm pressed to her cleft, engaging her clit without too much contact.

“You can,” I told her. “See?” I asked as her pussy walls tightened. This time, when she came, she was nearly silent, just gasping for air as the orgasm made her thighs shake.

“It’s too much,” she said as I kept working her after. Three orgasms? That was amateur hour.

“No such thing, sweetness,” I told her.

My free hand moved up, grabbing her gently by the throat, turning her just enough so her head was angled up to me.

Then my lips were on hers, splitting her attention, erasing her hesitance to feel more.

My fingers moved slower, softer, as her lips came alive under mine, growing hungry and demanding.

A moan moved through her, muffled by my own lips. And suddenly she was moving, turning, trying to get closer.

I moved with her, fingers fucking her a little faster as she moved to straddle me.

She was riding my hand then as my lips bruised into hers, as her hands slipped back into my hair, tugging lightly.

When she came this time, she cried against my lips, her whole body shuddering.

My tongue moved out, teasing hers.

And it was right then that she shocked back.

Her skin was flushed pink, her eyes wide in shock.

Because there was no stopping some parts of the Change when I was too turned on.

The forked tongue, for example.

A wicked little smirk tugged at my lips at her shock, at the interest just beneath it.

“You can take it for a ride anytime you want,” I told her, feeling her pussy clench at the very idea.

But then she was shutting down, moving away.

“We, ah, have to get moving. We wasted too much time.”

As she stood up and pulled her pants back into place, I went ahead and slipped my fingers into my mouth, her sweet taste exploding across my tongue.

Mine .

“I’m going this way,” she said, then took off without another glance.

Alone, I stood, leaning back against the tree, trying to decide if I should reach down and get some relief of my own.

In the end, though, I just waited until the desire subsided, then got back to work.

Because maybe if I could find Nox’s sister, I could get her under and over and in front of me in a nice, warm room, pussy clenching around my cock instead of my fingers as I made her come for hours on end.

That, I decided, would be well worth the wait.