The Price of Possession by Dakota Brown (phonics story books txt) 📕

my body exploded with pleasure. Ifnothing else, I was no longer tired. No. I was wide awake and desperate formore.

Chapter 7

Price

Sabian's little voice trick in the car did get me home,but now I was so keyed up, I practically fled into my bedroom and dove for myvibrator.

It was not going to be enough, but unless I wasfucking a demon or calling a vampire, it would have to do. Why was I notfucking the demon? I seriously had to ask myself that as I yanked my clothingoff. Why was I not calling Mal? Oh, right, because I didn't want to be thatdesperate. Surely, he would understand...I was living with an incubus. No. Icould literally take care of myself. I didn't need anyone else.

I collapsed onto my bed, aching for release.

I killed the battery on my vibrator before I evenmanaged to feel satiated. Damn Sabian, anyway. I mean, I was grateful forgetting home safely, but did he have to key me up this badly?

Still, I wasn't about to explode anymore and that wassomething. A quick shower and I crawled into bed. I wasn't even sure whereSabian was, but he was a big boy. He could take care of himself.

Fuck, my brain latched onto that thought and I wasnearly back to pre-vibrator horniness levels in an instant. I buried my face inmy pillow, and my fingers in my pussy, and finally managed to get myself offenough that I could at least get some sleep.

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"Price," the voice crawled through my mind,slipping through my veins like sludge, crawling into my heart, clenching.

I clutched at my chest, crying out, sinking to myknees.

"No! What did you do?" I crawled forward,grasping.

"Honey, what's wrong?" My mother turned tolook at me, an ancient tome in one hand. How had she gotten that?

"Chris, get up," my father demanded.

I tried to do what he told me, but when my mom wentback to chanting the words from the book, my body stopped cooperating. Iscreamed as my heart tried to stop.

"Chris! Wake up!"

I tried to do what my father said, but the demon hadcrawled inside me and I was losing the fight.

"Chris!"

A sharp sting on my face made me bolt upright, fistconnecting with something solid.

I looked around, drenched in sweat, heart racing, butI was just in my room. It was a dream. The same dream that had plagued me offand on for years. Though my mind had twisted things from how they'd actuallyhappened, the dream captured enough of the real events that had killed myparents.

Wiping tears away, I glanced up at Sabian, who kneltstraddling my legs. Moonlight filtered in through the open curtains, showingconcern creasing his brow. I wanted to sink into those glowing amber eyes andlose myself for a while.

I almost reached for him.

He brushed his thumb along my cheek. "Are youokay?"

"Yeah, just a nightmare. Thanks." Icollapsed back onto the bed. I'd expected them to hit after sparking thememories by going into my parents' room, but that didn't make it any easier.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He shifteduntil he was next to me. Sabian laid down, and before I could say anything, he'dgathered me against his chest. I snuggled into his warmth, feeling protected.

"Naw, thanks."

He held me tight, not pressing me to talk, justcomforting me.

I really could get used to this. I shouldn't bethinking that, but damn it was nice to be held. I thought about Mal, and theway he had held me. I missed him. I wanted to see him again and that scared me.When you depended on others, they left. Didn't they? It was better to be on myown.

Sabian tightened his arms around me.

"Neither of us want to leave you, Chris,"Sabian whispered, apparently reading my thoughts.

"What's in it for you, then?"

He kissed my neck, and my pulse quickened again.

"You. We both want you."

I whimpered. The intensity of his answer scared me.What could I possibly offer to Sabian? He was an incubus, after all. Surely, hecould get whoever and whatever he wanted now that he was here on earth. We hadn'tbanished him. Truth be told, probably wouldn't banish him. He'd given us hisname, and therefore we had power over him should he choose to misbehave. He wasgrowing on me as a companion, too. So help me, I liked having him around and he'donly been here a short time, but I couldn't imagine why he would want me. Andwhy would Mal possibly be interested in me as more than a momentarilyinteresting diversion? Sabian was right about a lot of things, but this couldn'tbe one of them.

He sighed. "Chris, why wouldn't we want you?"

I didn't answer. Couldn't answer. He probably sensedthe dark turn my thoughts took, anyway.

"Get some rest. I'll guard your dreams."

My eyelids dropped and before I could protest, I'ddrifted back into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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"You should call him," Sabian insisted.

I glared at my computer, trying to ignore the demonand the unsatisfied ache between my legs. I hadn't seen Mal in a week and I'dliterally broken my damn vibrator two days ago. Traitor.

"Whoever 'he' is, you should definitely call him,"Billy agreed, coming into the office. "Because you're going to scare offyour new team members if you're not careful."

I turned my glare on Billy. He grinned back at me,unperturbed. He'd gotten used to Sabian's presence, though, like just abouteveryone else, his eyes lingered on the sexy demon longer than normal.

Sabian followed me everywhere. To be fair, I hadn'ttold him not to. He was sweet. Helpful when he could be, grabbing a door for menow and again, carrying things for me when I needed an extra hand. The onlyawkward thing about having him around, other than the staff giving me curiouslooks all the time, was the low level arousal being around him caused. Well,sometimes it wasn't low level at all, but being out doing stuff during the dayhelped. It was evenings when I had more time that it got really uncomfortable.He claimed he was keeping it under wraps as best as he could.

We did have two new members of the wait staff. I'd metboth of them a few