the floor. "This isn't about winning anything. It's about lust. I want you completely out of my system."
"You think this will do it?"
"As soon as I realize how bad you suck in bed, I'll never want to touch you again."
He laughed as he rose up with her wrapped around him, then leaned her back against his desk. "Oh, baby, I've never in my life sucked in bed."
She scoffed even though she knew from experience that he'd never disappointed her. Hopefully, though, his streak would end and he'd have gotten worse with age . . .
He dipped his head down to hers to kiss her again as he ran his hand over her body. She shivered in plea sure, especially as she felt the size of his bulge between her legs. She wanted him desperately.
Stryker reached for the button on her top at the same moment something struck his door. Frowning, he looked up to see the doors clatter open. Davyn hit the floor in a bloody heap before a group of twenty demons came through the threshold.
"Knock, knock," Kessar snarled. "Looks like there's a new power in town and it ain't you."
Stryker stepped back and pulled Zephyra from the desk. Returning his shirt to his body with his powers, he placed himself between Zephyra and the demon. "What the hell's going on?"
"Natural selection." Kessar blasted him.
Stryker hissed as pain flooded his body. But he wasn't a callow youth unused to battle. Summoning his black body armor, he upturned his desk and blasted it toward the demon. Kessar ducked before he sent another blast at Stryker, who returned it with one of his own. Their powers tangled in an arc of sizzling color. But every heartbeat he blasted cost him physically. Hecould feel his strength draining, and given the number of demons coming in, a depleted Daimon was a dead one.
"Run, Phyra," he ordered her over his shoulder.
"Not without you." Before he could stop her, she added her own blast to the demons', driving them back. "We need to get out of here. Now," she said.
Stryker looked to where Davyn was still unconscious on the floor. "We have to get Davyn out."
"Let him die."
"I don't leave my men behind." At least not the ones who were actually loyal to him. The ones like Desiderius who had questionable loyalty he was more than quick to sacrifice. But Davyn had never given him any reason to doubt his ser vice, and for those men Stryker would die to protect them.
She growled at him, "Get him and hurry."
The moment he moved toward Davyn, Kessar attacked. He caught Stryker about the waist and threw him to the ground. He cursed, kicking Kessar back. "You snide halitosis-breathing worthless shit sack. Get off me."
One of the other demons came at him. Strykerducked and caught sight of Zephyra pinning one to the ground. "Don't let them bite you. You'll become one of them if they do."
She laughed evilly as her eyes changed to a bright yellow laced with red. "You're a little late with your warning." She caught the demon closest to her and twisted his arm off. He dropped to the ground screaming before she stabbed him between his eyes and killed him. "Been there, done that, and am craving their blood more than they're craving mine."
Kessar and the others pulled back as they realized they were dealing with something more than just a regular Daimon.
"Got your buddy?" Her snide tone irritated Stryker.
Stryker lifted Davyn up from the floor and slung him over his shoulder. "I don't run from crackheads like this." He started after Kessar, then paused as he realized the hallway was littered with the bodies of his Daimon army. "What the hell is going on?"
"They're converting your Daimons to demons. If you want to live, you better get out of here."
"I don't retreat."
She grabbed him and forced him to face her."Everyone retreats sometimes. Open the portal and get us out of here. Now!"
Stryker growled before he obeyed her. Until they knew better what was going on, he would listen to her even though he didn't want to.
She pulled him out of
"You think this will do it?"
"As soon as I realize how bad you suck in bed, I'll never want to touch you again."
He laughed as he rose up with her wrapped around him, then leaned her back against his desk. "Oh, baby, I've never in my life sucked in bed."
She scoffed even though she knew from experience that he'd never disappointed her. Hopefully, though, his streak would end and he'd have gotten worse with age . . .
He dipped his head down to hers to kiss her again as he ran his hand over her body. She shivered in plea sure, especially as she felt the size of his bulge between her legs. She wanted him desperately.
Stryker reached for the button on her top at the same moment something struck his door. Frowning, he looked up to see the doors clatter open. Davyn hit the floor in a bloody heap before a group of twenty demons came through the threshold.
"Knock, knock," Kessar snarled. "Looks like there's a new power in town and it ain't you."
Stryker stepped back and pulled Zephyra from the desk. Returning his shirt to his body with his powers, he placed himself between Zephyra and the demon. "What the hell's going on?"
"Natural selection." Kessar blasted him.
Stryker hissed as pain flooded his body. But he wasn't a callow youth unused to battle. Summoning his black body armor, he upturned his desk and blasted it toward the demon. Kessar ducked before he sent another blast at Stryker, who returned it with one of his own. Their powers tangled in an arc of sizzling color. But every heartbeat he blasted cost him physically. Hecould feel his strength draining, and given the number of demons coming in, a depleted Daimon was a dead one.
"Run, Phyra," he ordered her over his shoulder.
"Not without you." Before he could stop her, she added her own blast to the demons', driving them back. "We need to get out of here. Now," she said.
Stryker looked to where Davyn was still unconscious on the floor. "We have to get Davyn out."
"Let him die."
"I don't leave my men behind." At least not the ones who were actually loyal to him. The ones like Desiderius who had questionable loyalty he was more than quick to sacrifice. But Davyn had never given him any reason to doubt his ser vice, and for those men Stryker would die to protect them.
She growled at him, "Get him and hurry."
The moment he moved toward Davyn, Kessar attacked. He caught Stryker about the waist and threw him to the ground. He cursed, kicking Kessar back. "You snide halitosis-breathing worthless shit sack. Get off me."
One of the other demons came at him. Strykerducked and caught sight of Zephyra pinning one to the ground. "Don't let them bite you. You'll become one of them if they do."
She laughed evilly as her eyes changed to a bright yellow laced with red. "You're a little late with your warning." She caught the demon closest to her and twisted his arm off. He dropped to the ground screaming before she stabbed him between his eyes and killed him. "Been there, done that, and am craving their blood more than they're craving mine."
Kessar and the others pulled back as they realized they were dealing with something more than just a regular Daimon.
"Got your buddy?" Her snide tone irritated Stryker.
Stryker lifted Davyn up from the floor and slung him over his shoulder. "I don't run from crackheads like this." He started after Kessar, then paused as he realized the hallway was littered with the bodies of his Daimon army. "What the hell is going on?"
"They're converting your Daimons to demons. If you want to live, you better get out of here."
"I don't retreat."
She grabbed him and forced him to face her."Everyone retreats sometimes. Open the portal and get us out of here. Now!"
Stryker growled before he obeyed her. Until they knew better what was going on, he would listen to her even though he didn't want to.
She pulled him out of
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