Craving Purity- Rewritten

III

Elijah's POV:

I have never in my entire existence bothered to hide the fact that I'm needy. The only person who it could potentially bother is Greyson, and he has never complained about my neediness or clinginess. Even if he did, I likely wouldn't change; he's too addicted to fucking me to complain about me needing his affection and attention.

For that reason, I will also never hide my resentment for Greyson's stupid customers. I can't deny that some of the women and men who come into his store are absolutely jaw dropping, but they also don't usually see how gorgeous I am because I stay in the back.

Well, unless someone is getting too flirty. Then it's my job to go out and demand my soulmate's attention and make sure everyone knows that the entrancing salesman is taken by an equally sexy man. I'll go out and kiss him or talk about the plans I have made for that night, which I can tell amuses him. It's not funny to me, since he shouldn't let them get that close anyway, but he argues that he needs to sell so he can take me out and blah blah blah.

Of course, I know that I'm the only one in his eyes. I know he'd never cheat on me or do anything to truly upset or hurt me, but he knows how to trigger my jealousy. It does not mean that I don't have to sometimes handcuff myself to the desk to make sure I don't go out and murder every attractive person who walks into the shop.

I'm stuck staring at the cameras and I'm in a pretty bad mood. First, my favorite breakfast place was closed today so I had to go to a different place. I know they're closed on Tuesdays, but for some reason it slipped my mind. Then, because of my extra trip, I was too late for Greyson to fuck me before he opened the shop!

He knows I need to have sex at least three times a day, and he let me sleep in like an idiot instead of waking me up with a blow job or hot shower sex!

I love that he wants me to get enough sleep, but what about enough sex?!

It brings a small smile to my face when I see his irritation on the cameras. The cameras have audio, and the young woman he is helping is shopping for her girlfriend. Even though Greyson is a demon with demonic abilities, his trance is hard to push on people who have no interest in him or cannot be manipulated as easily. Even with his normal tricks, as in bringing up salary, wealth, and all of that shit, she still isn't giving in.

Gay women are the hardest to trick, especially a committed one who is not feeling greedy because she knows what she wants. Plus, this one seems hard-headed; she did her research and even with Greyson's influence, she is staying strong.

Serves him right for not opening a little later and participating in my form of a morning workout.

On the other hand, maybe his irritation will lead to some anger sex for lunch... we've both eaten so we have a lot of energy, and good anger sex will definitely make up for the neglect I experienced this morning from my soulmate.

The other sins often make fun of me when I'm needy for sex at home, comparing me to Lexi, the sin of Lust. They think it bothers me, but Greyson is the one who gets all flushed when I bring up how dominant he is in bed. Of course, he makes me eat my words when he shoves his dick down my throat and pounds me until I see stars.

Lately, I keep thinking about how it feels like something is missing. It's almost as if a calming force is missing... something meant to temper us and keep us whole. Of course, Greyson is my beloved and I'd never tell him that because he is enough for me and always will be, but sometimes I feel like something is missing.

I push the thought away and turn back to the cameras, and Greyson does not seem too satisfied with the small purchase. Since this seems to be a done deal, I have no reason to keep watching, so I turn to the desk and see the stack of bills and other forms that Greyson has yet to go through. Not that he'll ever go through them; I always do it since he cannot organize to save his life.