were nothing in comparison to the wickedness of his tongue. My hands tangled in the bed sheets as he licked and sucked, using his mouth and his fingers to pleasure me. I bit back a scream at the first orgasm, but he was relentless, and I gave up attempting to be quiet. I felt wonderful, and I didn’t care who heard me.
Amazing sensations flooded me until I was flushed and shaking, and Faust finally drew away. He laid his body over mine and kissed me deeply—I had no idea what I tasted like, but he seemed to enjoy it.
“Look at me,” he whispered. I opened my eyes and stared into his as he hovered above me. “I love you, Patience.”
“I love you too.”
I angled my hips toward him as his cock slid into me, and I shivered at the feeling of completeness. Soul mates…I never would have thought it possible, but as Faust began to move with long, slow thrusts, it made perfect sense. It explained why he stayed when no one else had, why I allowed him closer than anyone else. We needed each other.
Faust murmured endearments, finally in a language I understood, so I was able to enjoy each time he praised my beauty and proclaimed his love and undying devotion. Holding him tightly, I begged him not to stop. I needed more—I needed forever, but that wasn’t possible—and I reveled in the pure ecstasy as he increased his pace and rode me fast and hard. After he came, he kissed me slow and thorough, kindling the burn for a second round of lovemaking. He was insatiable, but I didn’t argue. I’d be grateful for the little time we had left together, and savor every moment as though it was our last.
Chapter Eight
While we were busy shopping for ritual components for my big banishing spell, someone burned down my office building. No one was killed, but they could have been. Despite the building’s old age, I knew it wasn’t a problem with the wiring that started the fire—one of my would-be assassins lit the place up. There was no way of telling if it was Kris, Harrison or the hunters, but my money was on the vampire. It sounded like something he would do. Spoiled brat. Nobody burns down my office but me.
Buying the ingredients strained my checking account—quality eye of newt costs more than you’d think—and composing the spell fried my brain like I creating a last-minute thesis, but I managed it. Faust and Harvey helped with moral support, when they weren’t arguing with each other. Harvey liked Faust even less after the discovery of our soul mate status. I didn’t understand it—seemed to me it would encourage him to give Faust a break, but if I didn’t know better I’d say Harvey was jealous. He shouldn’t be, because Harvey was a roommate and business partner, but that was it. Unlike many other summoners, I didn’t think it was appropriate to have an intimate relationship with my demon—there are so many men with succubus servants that summoner gatherings can feel like a trip to the strip club. Though it had never occurred to me before, I began wondering if he was lonely. Well, he’d be free of me soon enough. Our contract would end when I ceased to be human, and he could find himself a pooka girlfriend.
Though Harrison’s undead assassins had already hit Faust’s condo, we decided to do the ritual there. It was unlikely that the vampires would return, the hunters didn’t know where Faust lived and Kris hadn’t showed up there yet. We were about to change that, because I needed to summon Kris before I could banish him. And then I needed to banish him before I could kill him. It was going to be a busy night…
“Are you ready to begin?” Faust asked. He stood outside the summoning circle and peered at my handiwork.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I said with a shrug. I didn’t want to do this, but it had to be done. A true summoner would’ve headed for the hills the moment the hunters came calling, but I stayed. I was the idiot trying to plug the holes in the dam just before the flood. My parents
Amazing sensations flooded me until I was flushed and shaking, and Faust finally drew away. He laid his body over mine and kissed me deeply—I had no idea what I tasted like, but he seemed to enjoy it.
“Look at me,” he whispered. I opened my eyes and stared into his as he hovered above me. “I love you, Patience.”
“I love you too.”
I angled my hips toward him as his cock slid into me, and I shivered at the feeling of completeness. Soul mates…I never would have thought it possible, but as Faust began to move with long, slow thrusts, it made perfect sense. It explained why he stayed when no one else had, why I allowed him closer than anyone else. We needed each other.
Faust murmured endearments, finally in a language I understood, so I was able to enjoy each time he praised my beauty and proclaimed his love and undying devotion. Holding him tightly, I begged him not to stop. I needed more—I needed forever, but that wasn’t possible—and I reveled in the pure ecstasy as he increased his pace and rode me fast and hard. After he came, he kissed me slow and thorough, kindling the burn for a second round of lovemaking. He was insatiable, but I didn’t argue. I’d be grateful for the little time we had left together, and savor every moment as though it was our last.
Chapter Eight
While we were busy shopping for ritual components for my big banishing spell, someone burned down my office building. No one was killed, but they could have been. Despite the building’s old age, I knew it wasn’t a problem with the wiring that started the fire—one of my would-be assassins lit the place up. There was no way of telling if it was Kris, Harrison or the hunters, but my money was on the vampire. It sounded like something he would do. Spoiled brat. Nobody burns down my office but me.
Buying the ingredients strained my checking account—quality eye of newt costs more than you’d think—and composing the spell fried my brain like I creating a last-minute thesis, but I managed it. Faust and Harvey helped with moral support, when they weren’t arguing with each other. Harvey liked Faust even less after the discovery of our soul mate status. I didn’t understand it—seemed to me it would encourage him to give Faust a break, but if I didn’t know better I’d say Harvey was jealous. He shouldn’t be, because Harvey was a roommate and business partner, but that was it. Unlike many other summoners, I didn’t think it was appropriate to have an intimate relationship with my demon—there are so many men with succubus servants that summoner gatherings can feel like a trip to the strip club. Though it had never occurred to me before, I began wondering if he was lonely. Well, he’d be free of me soon enough. Our contract would end when I ceased to be human, and he could find himself a pooka girlfriend.
Though Harrison’s undead assassins had already hit Faust’s condo, we decided to do the ritual there. It was unlikely that the vampires would return, the hunters didn’t know where Faust lived and Kris hadn’t showed up there yet. We were about to change that, because I needed to summon Kris before I could banish him. And then I needed to banish him before I could kill him. It was going to be a busy night…
“Are you ready to begin?” Faust asked. He stood outside the summoning circle and peered at my handiwork.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I said with a shrug. I didn’t want to do this, but it had to be done. A true summoner would’ve headed for the hills the moment the hunters came calling, but I stayed. I was the idiot trying to plug the holes in the dam just before the flood. My parents
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