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  Demonic Passions

  ISBN 9781419916892

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  Demonic Passions Copyright© 2008 Rena Marks

  Edited by Helen Woodall.

  Cover art by Philip Fuller.

  Electronic book Publication July 2008

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  Demonic Passions

  Rena Marks

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you, Dr. Shawn-Patrick, for never cringing during my searching questions and appalling nosiness.

  More importantly, thank you for continuing with the help.

  Glossary

  Luciefyiore (Loosh fyoree)—The demon dimension.

  Luciekynokus (Loosh Kyin ah kiss)—A prestigious all-girl demon school.

  Yanka (yanka)—Title of respect for a teacher used before their actual name.

  Horntreau (horn troe)—A demon race. Jenesi is the last of the line and she’s diluted with human blood.

  Prologue

  One final push and a bloodcurdling scream.

  It was over in a gush of bloody fluids, a relief so long overdue that Elizabeth sobbed.

  Demitris looked at his young wife tenderly. She was absolutely stunning, this gorgeous human woman with skin so soft and hair the color of wheat. He’d used his incredible powers to force her to fall in love with him, to look upon him and see what he was not.

  “Does it look human, Demi?” she asked, her voice exhausted.

  “Yes, my love,” he whispered, his non-human voice so deep it would normally have hurt the ears. Yet, because she loved him, she was able to hear it. “A girl. Human in every way, she looks exactly like you. Except for her hair color. That’s mine.”

  The texture of her hair was human, though. The unusual purity of the black hair, in these days of mixed human races, pure ebony so shiny it seemed unnatural, was not only a rarity but a dead giveaway. To certain beings.

  The infant never bothered to cry. She looked up at her father with trusting eyes as he swaddled her tiny body to hand to her mother.

  Although exhausted, Elizabeth reached out with shaking, tired arms.

  “Human babies are not born with waist-length hair, sweetheart.”

  Chapter One

  The Need Begins

  Keara nursed her drink at the bar. There was no sense in drinking quickly enough to catch a buzz, as alcohol had no effect on her. While it was an expense she didn’t need, appearances must be kept.

  She eyed the cocky young man sitting a few barstools away. The friend he had brought with him disappeared, probably playing pool. He, on the other hand, stayed behind and was definitely giving her the look.

  He wasn’t bad. Not her type, but when the need arose she could feed from him. When she was hungry enough, anything with a penis could be her type.

  She sensed rather than saw his approach. She inhaled slightly, smelling for the pheromones that rose from his heated flesh and approximated his age. Mid thirties. Good.

  “Hey, beautiful.”

  Although his voice was deep and sexy enough, she kept herself from grimacing at the corny pickup line. Of course she was, her mirror told her that. She didn’t need his affirmation.

  And on the inside, she wasn’t beautiful. No demon could be. Lucky for her, she was merely half.

  She turned her head slowly to give him the full effect of her inherited beauty. Glossy black hair hung in sultry waves around her heart-shaped face. Her eyes were the same sky blue as those of her blonde mother but seemed more pronounced with her frame of ebony surrounding them.

  Her skin was peaches and cream. Absolute perfection. High round breasts, a tiny waist and rounded hips—she could have been a model had she wanted to be in the public eye. But with a father like hers she learned to keep as much out of the spotlight as possible.

  “Hi.” Her voice was compelling, comforting. Sexy and alluring, but at the same time meek and non-threatening. Just the way guys liked it.

  “My name’s Mike.”

  She swirled a delicate fingertip over the rim of her glass, a flirtation move she knew well. “Come here often, Mike?”

  “Not usually as a customer. I’m a cop so I come in here from time to time to make sure everything’s okay.”

  She nearly groaned at his egotistical way of introducing his occupation. As if the uniform made the man. As if she herself couldn’t choose to be a cop if she desired.

  Still, one had to play the game.

  “Cop, huh?” She widened her eyes, hoping she looked properly impressed. And nearly giggled as she wondered if she should ask to see his badge. He was so predictable he was already boring.

  “You here all alone? That’s not safe.”

  “I’m not looking for safe.”

  “What are you looking for?”

  “Excitement. Hot and passionate.”

  “Looks like we need to talk,” he said, thinking he was in charge as he sat on the stool next to her. Not realizing he was already trapped. He signaled at the bartender, holding up two fingers for more drinks.

  Keara smiled as she downed the drink she already had. His ploy to get her drunk was so obvious it was pathetic.

  “So, you single?” he asked.

  “Yep. Just looking for a man to keep up with me.”

  “I can be that man,” he said, deliberately looking her up and down. “What do you like?”

  “Someone who wants a good time and then goes his own way.”

  The bartender dropped off the drinks and Mike the Cop reached for his and slid hers closer to her hand, as if to encourage her to reach for it.

  She drank from the second, noticing his smug smile of satisfaction.

  “Not into relationships?” he asked.

  Keara finished the drink in one swallow, looked him square in the eye and said bluntly, “Just steamy sex.”

  Mike gulped and this time Keara slid his glass gently toward him. Taking her example, he downed the drink.

  The bartender, watching all, carried two more over. Keara smiled at him and he nodded. He’d become an unknowing ally.

  “Wow. A woman who just wants sex? How do you like it?” Mike asked.

  “Any way I can get it.”

  “Most women don’t admit to actually liking it. My ex-wife didn’t.”

  “What’s not to like? Sensuous kisses, lots of tongue. Lots of oral. I’d be willing to try a ménage a trois.”

  His interest was piqued, she could see the visions of two females together running through his tiny brain. “Oh, yeah? You got a friend?” he asked, unable to control the excitement.

  Stupid man.

  “You came with one.”

 
“Roderick Malet?” His voice wasn’t quite as deep now as it was when the conversation started. Instead it had a horrified squeak to it. He sounded like an overgrown sissy, someone who would pick a fight on the playground and then go get his big sister to save him.

  “Um-hmm.”

  “I thought you were talking about me and two women.”

  “Why would I find that sexy? I much prefer the thought of me with two men.”

  “No way. He’s not even a friend, he’s just my attorney.”

  At last. We are getting somewhere. “What do you need an attorney for?”

  “Just going through a divorce.” And by the smirk on his face, it was definitely his idea. The casual way he was picking her up suggested the reason. Probably the sort of man who had an affair and when caught, told his wife she was just a good friend who offered support during a difficult time.

  “So what’s your name?” he asked.

  Why not? “Keara.”

  “Umm. I like that.”

  “It means Dark One, ‘cause I can be bad.”

  “How bad?”

  She deliberately licked at her lip. “Very naughty.”

  “Were you going to give me your number?”

  Keara barely glanced at the handsome young man. “I don’t need a relationship right now. I just need to get fucked. Think you can help out?”

  She could almost feel his cock rise.

  “Hell, yeah.”

  “Let’s go.”

  She downed her drink in one swallow, then rose. Knowing it would never get that far.

  * * * * *

  From the second floor of the bar, Caleb watched through the one-way security glass. She was leaving with yet another loser. She sure knew how to pick them. Mike Goudy, the crooked cop. Known as MG, to some. Always brash and on an ego trip.

  She’d been coming here for three weeks now. She paid cash and never ran up a tab. Tonight he had his bartender eavesdropping.

  He reached for his phone, pressing the button to reach Jesse.

  “Boss?”

  “What’d you find out?”

  “Still no number or address. She did mention her first name this time, though whether it’s fake we’d have no idea. Keara.”

  Keara. No, it was real all right. He felt it in his gut.

  It used to be Jenesi. A form of Genesis. The coming into being of something; the origin.

  “Good job, Jess. If she returns, same situation. Keep an eye and ear open.”

  “You got it.”

  Caleb hung up the phone and stared down through the window thoughtfully. There was no reason for such a gorgeous woman to hit on losers, no matter how good each one looked.

  He’d watched her for a while, almost stalking her. He smiled grimly to himself. Yes, you could consider it stalking since he had his employees spying on her in addition to his watching her from the one-way glass.

  She had no idea he was coming. And that someday, he would save her.

  * * * * *

  Keara allowed Mike to take her to his place. She didn’t have to fear for her safety and pitied the women who did.

  He tried to insert his key into the lock but had a little drunken difficulty. She gave a deliberate giggle that could be interpreted as nervous or tipsy. Finally the door swung open and he let her pass first.

  His place looked exactly like she’d imagined. Bare white walls for a cold, unfeeling man.

  She turned and he stepped immediately toward her, invading her space. She fought a sigh for his brash technique. No wonder the ex never enjoyed it.

  “Show me to your room,” she whispered in her most sultry voice.

  He opened the bedroom door with a crash. Once there, he tried to grab her breast.

  “Um. Hold on,” she said with a smile plastered to her face to mask the grimace. “Get undressed.”

  He began pulling off his clothing while Keara felt around in her handbag for her silk scarf. She pulled the cool material out and watched while he stripped down to his dark blue t-shirt and matching dark socks.

  When he pulled those off as well, she led him forcefully to the bed and pushed him onto it. She then crawled on top of him, knees on either side of his arms.

  “Hey, aren’t you taking your clothes off?” he complained.

  “In a sec. Trust me, you’ll like this.” She smiled. They always did.

  She tied the scarf around his wrists and fastened one end to the bed post.

  “Hey, what gives? Let me go,” he said, pulling against the ties.

  “Shh. It’ll make you come harder. I promise.”

  Slowly, she dragged her glossy waves of hair over his chest, pausing for a moment to kiss each nipple.

  “Oh, fuck,” he whispered, struggles forgotten.

  She allowed herself to appreciate his broad chest and muscular biceps. Too bad his soul was so rotted. He was a beautiful male specimen despite the ugliness within that exuded from his pores in a permanent stench.

  She lowered herself to the area she was most concerned with. Average in size, which was normally okay with her. In this case with his bulging muscles, however, it appeared smaller. Which was probably why the pea-brain worked out so much, trying to compensate and never realizing he defeated his own purpose by bulking up. Still, his penis was as beautiful as the rest of him. For a petite woman.

  Which she wasn’t.

  She loved the male organ. Jutting hardness covered with silky soft skin. Sweet and powerful. Just like her.

  She fed off that power. The power to make the owner groan and explode, while he didn’t have a clue of what was really happening.

  Keara slid her tongue up the shaft to the tiny ridge that connected the smooth head. She licked the seam of skin, thrusting her tongue into the triangle shape that was so familiar.

  “Oh, baby,” he groaned. “Damn, you’re good.”

  She almost smiled. He had no earthly idea.

  Keara sucked reams of power through the head of his cock. He was so far gone, he likened the feelings to a massive orgasm. But the power filled her every pore and she could see deep inside his soul.

  She’d made the right choice.

  He was crooked through and through. He’d cheated constantly on his wife and left her with small children so he could take up with the girlfriend. Already, he was cheating on that one too, discovering the grass wasn’t greener on the other side.

  The wife refused to take him back so he and his attorney put her through hell. They lied under oath to gain parenting time with the children. Parenting time meant no child support. Maintenance was wiped out with a simple call to the judge to have imaginary income imputed to the stunned woman.

  She lived on antidepressants now but her life would get better really soon.

  Keara smiled up at the panting Mike. “Feel good?”

  “Oh, you wiped me out,” he apologized. “I’m not used to finishing that fast.”

  She smiled. “I know what I’m doing. Let’s talk about that threesome.”

  “Oh, no. I told you, never with another guy.”

  Keara rolled her head, loosening her tense neck muscles. She exerted the tiniest bit of power.

  “Try again.”

  Mike blinked. “Is next weekend good?”

  Chapter Two

  In the Beginning

  She’d always known her father was different from most daddies. When she hit twenty, she found out she wasn’t like the other girls either.

  She always understood what her father was, of course. But she wasn’t allowed to spend much of her childhood with her parents until fourteen years of age when she was banished to Earth along with them.

  Six years later when she turned twenty, she was sick and no one knew why. Her parents watched her suffer for two days before they explained matters to her. What could possibly be happening? What could make her well?

  They told her that mommy was human, but she was only half.

  Daddy was a demon.

  She was also half.

&nbs
p; Most demons had the power to alter their appearance to humans. Her father had the additional ability to make humans fall in love with him. Not that her mother minded, it was true love as far as she was concerned.