Page 7 of Soul Redeemed

He didn’t have to pull it from a wallet, or a bank. If he’d paid enough souls throughout the centuries, the money would merely appear at his request. The paper itself acted only as a physical transfer of contract. Essentially souls paid to the underworld released to a new owner. Flipping his palm, he studied the way her eyes sparkled with interest, when the cash materialized in his hand with all seven demon princes represented on a single bill. “I doubt anyone else would pay such an outrageous amount. Something to keep in mind if you intend to stay in business.”

She snatched it from his palm, tucking it into her pocket. “Yeah, well, considering you could easily end me today … and I doubt it’s as risky an investment for you. ’Sides, it’s not like I’m living the high life here.”

Stood in nothing but his boxer briefs, Calix glanced around, taking in her sad and sorry little space.

“Thais.” With her non-cigarette toting hand, she scratched the back of her head, while Calix’s brows pinched to a frown. “I saw the question still sitting at the back of your head. My name is Thais.”

“Thanks,” Calix said, falling back onto the couch. “What do you see when I’m doing this?”

“Only what’s projected. Don’t worry, I can’t see you doing your … thing, if that’s what you’re worried about. When I embody, all I see is what’s in your head. I told you, I don’t like doing it. Makes me feel vulnerable.”

“I won’t let anything happen.”

“Then, let’s get started.” She put out the cigarette in a big red plastic cup and took a deep breath, squinting her eyes closed. When she opened them again, a magnetic swirl of blue and silver drew Calix to stare.

His instincts battled it, knowing all too well that such a thing had gotten his kind killed for centuries. A Fallen’s charms happened to be their strongest weapon, and Calix could feel the energy radiating along the space that separated them.

“Relax,” she whispered. “Think of her.”

Calix turned his mind to Ava, as she instructed, and immediately, the scene around him morphed into his bedroom, as he lay on the bed, watching the shadowed figure stalk across the room. His eyes feasted on every curve that lined the familiar body edging toward him. Muscles hardening, he stroked a sweating palm up and down his shaft, as she sunk a knee into the mattress at the end of the bed.

“Come to me, Ava,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you.”

Licking her lips, her gaze trailed downward, to his hand sliding along his shaft, and she crawled toward him, her voluptuous tits begging to be squeezed. She planted a kiss to his thigh and dragged her stiffened nipples across his cock, stopping to set another kiss to the V above his groin. Instead of climbing farther, she dipped her head and licked the small bit of fluid leaking from his tip, lapping it up as if she were thirsty for it.

“Fuck!” Calix, flexed his ass, lifting his hips from the bed as her tongue coaxed dark fantasies from the depths of his mind. “Ava, please.” Not even the tight squeeze of his cock could calm the sudden urges beating through every muscle in his body and begging him to throw her onto the bed. He tangled his fingers through the long pin-straight hair that slid across his skin like strands of silk. Exactly as he remembered. Her skin crossed his like satin caught in his palm, and plump lips clamped down over the head of his cock.

“Feels so fucking good, baby. I needed you so bad. No one else. Only you.” He circled his hips, thrusting upward into her mouth as she took him the way she always had. The way Calix had obsessed over for months. Gods, he wanted to pound into her, feel her tight pussy contract around him.

Why not? It was his fantasy, after all.

He rolled on top of her, slapping at her hip to direct her onto her hands and knees.

She complied, resting her head against the mattress, which put her pussy on full display for him.

Calix bent forward, his tongue following the crease of her ass down to her pussy, and he closed his lips around her flesh, sucking her there.

With a quiet moan, she bucked forward, and her fingers curled into the sheets.

If he didn’t fuck her right then, he’d probably combust into flames.

“I need to do this now, baby. Right now.” He slid into her, watching the curve of her spine deepen as she arched her back.

“Gods!” The sound of her voice was oddly similar to Ava’s and a smile tugged the corner of his mouth.

His whole body sank into each thrust as waves of calm and pleasure shot like bullets through his nerves. Head kicked back, Calix slowed his hips to a lazy roll and savored the warmth of her silken walls as his cock expanded inside of her, stretching her with every drive.

Her quiet whimper drew his attention back to the dip in her spine where sweat pooled. He slid his hands from her hips to the edges of her back and plunged into her balls deep.

“How’s that feel, baby?” he asked, grinding his cock.

When she turned her head to the side, though, a zing of panic washed over him. The face wasn’t Ava’s. Pin-straight black hair had morphed into the cascading curls of Thais.

He pulled out of her, gripping tight to his swollen cock, and squinted in pain as the promise of climax faded. “What the fuck?”

His bedroom fizzled like smoke around them, into the dark and dirty basement, as Thais lay across the room on the floor in front of him, skirt drawn up to her hips, her sleeping bag crinkled around her.

“What the fuck did you do?” Calix stumbled on his knees toward her, his entire body shuddering with the pain of his still-hard cock.