Page 11 of Demon Rider

Tyson

I turn to look at Kristina, and something in her expression punches straight through me.

Her eyes are wide, unfocused, her whole body has gone still, not limp, not weak… just frozen. Like her mind finally caught up to what happened.

“Hey, you okay?” I ask bending my knees to get eye level with her.

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t even blink. I cup her jaw, gently but firmly, guiding her gaze up to mine.

“I…” She swallows, roughly. “I was kidnapped. Beaten. Slapped around by that thing.” Her voice is low, her eyes locked on mine. “And while looking around in here all I can think about was how many pairs if boots you have.”

She just stands there, trembling but upright, like someone who refuses to break even when the world tries to snap her in half.

“Everyone reacts differently, baby.” I grunt.

Shaking her head. “Surely, I should be freaking the fuck out, not wanting to shower, eat, nap and then pop quiz on you about what the hell is happening right now.”

She lets out a shaky breath, walking over to the door that leads to my bathroom. Every offer have a room with an attached bathroom, it is the perks of being in the higher Archy.

“There is no fucking rule book to this shit, Kris. You crumble, or you quiz.” I wink at her

“What kind of person does that?” she scoffs, pushing the door open. “One seriously fucked up. And OH MY FUCKING GOD.” She gasps. “Look at this shower. how do you not life in here.” she gushes stepping all the way in.

“It’s a shower, babe. Nothing special to it.” I shrug, then elan on the door watching her take it all in.

“Nothing special. Fuck you, Ty, this is epic.” Her hand runs over the double vanity, with porcelain top, and black faucets.

The clubhouse used to be a hotel and, it was in pretty good shape. All high-end furnishings. Upstairs is something completely different to downstairs where things get broken and destroyed, when a fight breaks out.

Since we allow hang around to frequent at the bar, shit gets said, the wrong woman gets touched and all hell breaks loose more often than not.

“Towels are in the closet, I don’t have any girly shit, so you will have to use my shower gel.” She nods, and then all I can think about her naked and smelling like me.

Making statement to all the men in the club that this beauty is all fucking mine. my cock tense sin my pants, and I adjust my stands so she doesn’t; see the big bulge I am not sporting.

“I will be right out here. Holla is if you need me to wash your back.” I wink, she smiles sweetly, but nods.

Leaving her, even though I want to strip down and get under the water with her, to map out her body, to feel her skin under my fingertips.

As a Reaper, we still feel all human emotions, we just have the ability to turn it off. Now that I have found my mate, someone who is made for me, my ability to love amplifies.

I have seen some Reapers attack a person simply because their mates are talking to them.

A growl builds in my chest, at the thought of any other man touching Kristina, makes me want to hurl my fist at something. My fingers flex on my thighs, my muscles tight, my teeth clenched.

I need to calm the fuck down before my woman comes out of the bathroom, where she is currently naked, wet, and no doubt with supple skin, ready to me licked and bitten.

Fuck.

Pulling my phone out of my cut pocket, I scroll through social media, checking for supernatural events that might pop up. We get told when a soul needs Reaping but sometimes, demons get called on by stupid fucks who like toying with dark magic.

We have a computer chick who scopes the dark web, checking for shit we might need to meddle in.

The bathroom doors swings open, and a plume of steam escapes surrounding my woman. Fuck me. Wrapping in a black fluffy towel, her hair draped over one shoulder, water sliding down her lush skin.

“That shower was amazing, I might have to marry it.” She jokes nervously, making me chuckle.

“Don’t make me jealous, baby, I might have to rip the fucker out.” I waggle my eyebrows, making her giggle. “You sound less freaked out.” I add.