One Soul Book Two

Chapter Twenty R18+

Harlee POV

“You can’t be mad at them forever.”  Sam appeared out of the shadows, walking towards the bed, echoing my own thoughts.  I scoffed.

“You assume I’m not mad at you as well.”  I retorted.  The bed dipped behind me and I felt the heat before his body pressed against mine.

“Are you?  Really?  Because you could have kicked me out by now, but you haven’t.”  Sam purred next to my ear.  His hand traveled over my waist and hip, hovering on my outer thigh before creeping inward.

“The children..”  I warned.  He chuckled darkly in my ear.

“Will never wake up.  Besides, Cael has all of Zeev’s memories before his conception and your daughter is a Succubus.  A literal s*x Demon.  This will feed her, in a passive way.”  Sam’s hands inched closer to touching the delicate place between my thighs.  My hips thrust into his hand uninvited.  He chuckled again, trailing a finger across my underwear.  His nail lengthened and the material split.

“Sam!”  I scolded lightly and Sam guffawed.

“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes for what I have planned.”  He murmured against the skin of my neck.  A shiver raced down my spine, and I tilted my head out of the way, letting Sam have access to more of me.  Sam’s teeth grazed my skin, I felt them slice cleanly through and the welling of blood was immediate.  He covered the wound with his mouth with a moan, his tongue pulsing against it in time with my heartbeat, just as his fingers found my clit.  I arched against him and with a growl, he was on me, all gentleness forgotten.  He sucked at the wound, and I knew the flesh would bruise, even as he drew the blood from it.  His hand became more insistent between my thighs and he kneed my legs apart without his lips breaking contact with my skin.  I dug my nails into his back, feeling them lengthen, the tips piercing his clothes and then his skin.  Sam gasped and then growled.  “More.”  He demanded, his lips suddenly finding my own, smearing my own blood across my face as his hips bucked against mine.  He growled it again “More..”  I raked my claws down his back, shredding his clothing and scraping his skin and he shuddered and arched before letting out a string of expletive.  Sam ripped free of his clothes, my sleep shirt was the next victim, torn free of my body, clinging to me only by the sleeves.

Sam’s mouth descended on me once more, travelling over the wound, then past my collarbones and chest to my navel, nipping and biting the whole way.  Some of the bites drew blood that he lapped at eagerly, and when he reached my inner thigh, he sank his teeth into me and held on.  I writhed and thrashed as he moaned and slurped at my skin.  One hand wrapped around my thigh to hold it still while the other settled between my legs again.  Sam’s thumb found my clit, alternating between pressure and circling, tormenting so my back bowed off the bed and I reached for his head, trying to push him away from my thigh, as if that would help.  This was not my usual semi-restrained Sam, this was the wilder, unleashed version.  With a snarl, Sam lunged up my body and claimed my lips again.  He sucked my tongue into his mouth and nipped it hard enough to cause pain.  I cried out softly, and as I did he thrust within me, slamming his length in as far as he could.   I squeaked into his mouth and tried to pull back slightly, but he growled again and pinned me down.  Sam withdrew slightly and stilled for a moment, I could feel the tension building in him and his fevered look was begging for permission.  I gave it with a slight now and Sam groaned, plunging within me once more, this time changing his angle.  I let out a shocked gasp, throwing my legs around his hips as he hit a spot inside me that wanted more.

I moved with him, meeting his thrusts while his mouth explored my lips, my jaw, my neck.  Each powerful jolt of his hips sent a shockwave through me and I felt like I was on fire from the inside out.  I clawed at his back when he sped up, letting my nails sink in and throwing my head back in a silent scream when he brushed my clit with his knuckles.  I jittered across the bed when he started to lose control, each thrust hitting my cervix so hard I wanted to scream and beg for more at the same time.  When he climaxed, his body jerked so hard, he could have been seizing, and his pelvis slammed against mine, jolting me, aiding my own release.  I could barely breathe, and only became aware I was making a high-pitched whining sound when Sam chuckled softly and brushed my cheek.

“Are you ok?”  He asked, expression turning serious.  I barely managed a nod while he rolled off me and pulled me into his arms, cradling my head on his chest.  “I was afraid for a moment I may have hurt you.”  His voice rumbled through his chest.

“Mm-mm.”  I voiced the negative drowsily, then snuck a peek at the kids, who were, as Sam had promised, still asleep.  My daughter had a slight glow sinking into her that I recognized from Ash’s feedings, and I blushed.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”  Sam tilted my face towards his.  I smiled lazily at him and nestled my cheek against his hot skin.  “That wasn’t an answer.”  Sam admonished.

“I’m fine.  Very fine.”  The deliciousness in my body was dragging me towards sleep. I was so fine.  Sam traced the bite marks on my torso as if he wasn’t sure he believed me.

“I didn’t mean to be so rough.”  He murmured.  “But at least they heal more quickly now.”  I looked down at the wound he was tracing and jolted.  It was fading quickly.

“How much?”  I asked, a quiver in my voice.

“How much what, Harlee?”  Sam replied.

“How much of my Soul is left?”  I answered, my bottom lip quivering.  I felt Sam’s breathing hitch.

“Very little is unCorrupted..”  He murmured and I burst into tears.

Zeev POV

Harlee’s pain hit me like someone had punched out my Heart.  I gasped a breath and clutched at my chest, sitting up on the couch abruptly.  Ash crashed into the room with an apron on, and not much else.  I would have laughed had it not been for the pain in my chest and the wild look in their eyes.

“Harlee-”  Ash began.

“She’s with Sam.  Still won’t let us in.”  I shook my head.  Ash growled.

“That’s enough of this.  She’s hurting.  She needs us and she’s shutting us out.”  Ash paced out of the room and towards the master bedroom.

“Ash..  I wouldn’t..”  I pulled myself up from the couch to follow.  Ash growled again so I shrugged.  Sometimes you have to let people learn for themselves, hum, Demon, Angel, whatever.  Ash tried the bedroom door and found it locked.  I crossed my arms and leaned on the wall, waiting to see what they would do next.

“f**k this.”  Ash snarled and vanished.  I winced, expecting to hear shouting at the very least from within the room.  When nothing happened, I stepped forward and into the room myself.  Harlee’s pain was even stronger here and it nearly knocked me off my feet.  Sam had Harlee cuddled against his bare chest as she cried.  He looked at me and shook his head swiftly.  Harlee’s body shook, she was crying so hard, and it was like watching her dying all over.  I found myself lifting a hand and subconsciously taking a step forward.  Ash must have felt the same, because Sam shot them a look as they hovered a little closer.  Ash seemed to make a decision and made a face at Sam before crawling resolutely onto the bed beside Harlee.  Ash reached for her hesitantly, and when she didn’t draw away, Ash wrapped themself around her other side, gently murmuring to her as they smoothed her hair.

“Well I’ll be Damned.”  I breathed.  Harlee’s breathing hitched a little and a broken giggle escaped her that turned to a laugh into a shriek and then back to tears in a matter of minutes.  Sam stiffened and was looking at me with wide eyes.  Ash and I shared the same grim look, and after looking between us, Sam’s grip tightened on Harlee as if afraid we were going to lose her again.  I sat on the foot of the bed and reached for her ankle, my hand hovering impotently for several moments before Sands took it and laid it gently on her leg.  He also touched her thigh and I shot him a look of appreciation.  Harlee suddenly sighed.

“When’d you get here Sands?”  Harlee’s voice was muffled by Sam’s chest, but I think we all breathed a little easier as we felt Sands siphoning off some of her pain.

Harlee POV

“Well I’ll be Damned.”

The words echoed in my head over the next few days causing spontaneous bursts of laughter and tears.  The bitter irony of the words… it was just too much.

Lu was nearly a ghost in our house.  She barely socialized, hovered on the edges of things and Cael and Zeev seemed to eye her suspiciously whenever she was out and about.

As for myself, the changes were becoming more apparent by the day.  Whenever I had emotional outbursts, little bits of Demon were exposed.  I started to notice I wasn’t as sleepy, but I slept often anyway just to have some escape from my own mind.  I thought my mental health must still have been suffering, wasn’t it depression that made people do that?  Eating was becoming different.  I didn’t want as much food, but I had started to crave other things.  The first time Sands shed a feather in my presence after returning from God knew where, I snatched it up and ate it without thinking twice.  When I realized what I’d done I gagged and apologized, coughing and holding my stomach.  Until the Grace hit me.  Then I found myself in a crouch, fur bursting out of my skin, eyeing him as if he were dinner.  I screeched and clutched my head, racing to the bedroom when I realized what I was doing.  Poor Sands just stood frozen, but when he came in later to check on me, I attacked him for attention instead, kissing and licking every part of him he’d let me.  Which eventually included his arousal, and when he found release in my mouth, I felt the jolt of his Grace all the way to my bones and backed off swiftly.  He’s lucky I let him go, but he still had enough power to knock me out, so there was always that.  At least our little experience was beneficial to us both in the end.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, my need to be near Zeev suddenly ratcheted up.  Zeev said he thought it was because my soul couldn’t finish Corrupting if it wasn’t together, but half of it was already part Fallen Angel, so how much more Corrupt could it get, really?

“Harlee…”  Zeev murmured.  ‘I can hear you, you know.’  He finished in his head.  I could almost feel him mentally tapping his temple.  I rolled my eyes, but his voice rumbling through his chest behind my head set off a soothing chain reaction in me.  I relaxed further against him and snuggled deeper into the couch, pulling the blanket he had tucked around me tighter.  I’m pretty sure I’d lost track of the plot of the TV show we were absently watching, but I was too comfortable to care.  I curled my legs up tighter and rolled to my side a bit.  Suddenly Zeev went rigid and I could feel him looking down at me.  “Is that..  a purr?”  He asked, laughter in his voice.