Page 12 of Demon's Obsession
“Same place we went last Friday, and step on it.” Dakata signaled to Miller to move it without any pleasantries. He was too pissed at himself and his demon to worry about them.
The car moved to merge with the traffic that was heavier than the previous week. Of course it fucking would be. Last week, he hadn’t been interested in going to the damn club.
He watched out the window, fingers tapping on his knee as they crawled through the bumper to bumper traffic.
“What the fuck is causing this?” His uncontained anger was there in every enunciated word as he battled to keep his demon from breaking free.
“There’s a concert tonight. One of your bands is headlining at the huge stadium in the center of town,” Miller explained, his tone neutral with no infliction.
Clearly he got Dakata wasn’t in any mood to be told something that he should have remembered when the band made him akilling. “Fuck. Is there a detour we can take to avoid all this traffic?”
Say yes!
“There is, sir, but the detour will add twenty minutes to our journey time.”
Dakata slammed his fist against the cushion seat next to him, leaving an imprint he didn’t notice. His head thrust back, his neck muscles straining with the effort to hold on to the beast inside him.
Can’t you see this is the universe saying we shouldn’t be looking for Silas?
Lies! Our bond is real. You feel it. The Fates have spoken.
Fuck the Fates.Dakata was beyond pissed and he wasn’t in the mood to watch what he was saying, not with how much he hated the way he was feeling.
Contained.
Trapped.
Not something that ever ended well, whether in human or demon form.
“Sir, do you want me to take the detour?” Miller didn’t so much as look in the rearview mirror at him, reminding him he’d not given him a reply.
“Take it, and floor it where you can,” he answered around the elongated teeth, pushing forcibly from his gums. His demon was trying to tear the skin from his body. He was losing control, and that would not end well for anyone…
Stop and think about how you’ll scare Silas if he sees you like this.
Reasoning had never worked in the past, but Dakata was hanging on to his control by the thinnest thread of cotton right now, and was desperate enough to try anything. He breathed hard enough that his chest shuddered.
He’s ours. He will not fear us, you’re being silly.
Fucked if I am.
His demon side had the audacity to send a visual of him lifting his nose in the air and rolling his eyes.
He seethed, panted, and willed the car to reach their destination. Having left his summoning stones in the office, he couldn’t even call for his friend. However, did he really want Merihem there to see him in this state? He wasn’t that desperate…yet!
For the want of anything better to do, he slipped off his suit jacket to protect it if he couldn’t keep his human form, looked at his tie and removed that too, seeing as it was a particular favorite of his.
The shirt he left on, there was no point drawing any more unwanted attention than needed be.Because a big, dark red, scary demon with silver tipped horns wouldn’t draw attention?
Fuck his life!
He checked his wristwatch, recalling how long Silas had remained on stage the week before. It hadn’t felt long.
Back to reaching for his cell phone, he opened the app again, and his heart accelerated so fast he lost his function to breathe.
Silas stood in the center of the stage. The flower top he wore that covered just his chest and accentuated his cum gutters made him and his demon groan in delight, his body reacting.
His appearance this week was no less alluring through the tiny screen than it had been in person. He floated closer to the front of the stage, glowing under the lights, his movements fluid. His body swayed like the flowers he wore, reaching for the sun to soak up its warmth. To nourish…them.