Divine Deception

Hawk

I've never forced myself into a cold shower so fast in my life. I woke up thirty minutes ago from the most intense dream I think I've ever had. I'm completely freaked out. Standing under the frigid water my abdominal muscles clench remembering how hot it was.

Feeling soft lips on mine I open my eyes. Honey amber colored eyes fill my vision and they're so close, our noses are rubbing. Her eyes close as she brushes her lips on mine again. This time she runs her tongue along the seam of my mouth. I greedily open up for her and I feel her tongue sweep in to mingle with mine. Groaning, I fist my hands in her hair and take over. I'm like a starving man and she's the only thing feeding my fire. The kiss becomes hard, deep and wild.

I will myself to stop and pull away so I can catch my breath. This isn't making sense. I don't remember bringing her back my apartment but I'm not complaining. She's straddling me on my bed, eyes bright with lips swollen and perfect. Untangling my hands from her hair, I bring them to her hips and squeeze. She's still dressed from the bar where I met her last night. We're both entirely too clothed for this to be satisfying. Especially as she's riding my erection like this.

She leans back down and bites my bottom lip demanding my full attention again. "Careful you little temptress. This ride is longer than eight seconds" I growl.

A satisfied feminine chuckle escapes her, and she leans back a little. "Yeehaw. What's the song? Am I saving a horse now?"

I reach up to put my hands in her hair. Wanting to bring her face down to mine so I can taste her again. She stops me and grabs my wrists. Pushing them back to rest near my head, putting her weight into the hold she has on me. She clearly likes being in control and the confidence in her is such a turn on. One smooth move and she'd be under me. I want to see what this little minx has in store for me, so I let her control this one.

As she brings her mouth back to mine and I see her eyes flash to a brilliant blue. Gasping I mutter "What the Fuck?!"

"What's wrong?" She purrs. I blink and she is now the pink-hued creature I saw in the park. Still holding me down I feel her nails dig into my arm. "Don't tell me you forgot what I am lover boy. You were enjoying yourself so much up until now." 

The shock of it made me roll off the couch where I had fallen asleep in the early morning hours. Sitting on the floor, I scrubbed my hands over my face. My dick was as hard as a steel pipe, and I wasn't sure if I should have been disgusted or proud of myself. Opting for disgust at finding a creature I'm meant to kill hot as fuck, I decided to punish myself with this arctic shower.

I feel the heat begin to rise in me again as blood starts to flow to my cock at the thought of her thighs. I've defeated the whole point of this damned shower. Refusing to get myself off to her image, I wash myself aggressively, being clinical with the part of me that clearly wants attention. Shutting off the water I grab the towel hanging off the hook near the shower curtain.

Stepping out I wrap the towel around my hips and walk to the mirror. Leaning both hands on the sink in front of me I glare at my reflection. Of all the women I could fantasize about, I pick a demon. What would my parents say if they knew. The disappointment they'd feel would be indescribable, I'm sure. Then again, if they were here to be disappointed, they wouldn't be dead anymore and my whole life would be different.

I was ten years old when I woke up to the scene of their mangled bodies on our living room floor. It took three days before someone came to check on me or them and I was in complete shock over the whole thing, so I was in no shape to track down help. The one who came was Stridor. He said he was a friend of my father's and brought me back to the compound. Their deaths are the reason I do this work and I've been training to fight these creatures ever since. I wasn't allowed to go on missions until I was eighteen but the fury that has been inside me since has served me well. Every creature, demon, or supernatural threat I take out is a human life saved and I will continue to rid humanity of them until my last breath.

My job consumes me in everything I do. A few years ago, I moved out of the compound so that I could immerse myself in my cover life to make myself less conspicuous. I'm a unique case among the brotherhood. Stridor gives me a stipend to be able to afford an apartment and to maintain a cover among the civilians. The brotherhood has done well for themselves and have investment properties all over major cities, so I occupy one of the safe houses near the compound. I'm close enough to make it to briefings and have access to their resources or to meet with my team. I typically go on hunts alone but when we're actively tracking a high priority or extensively dangerous target, we move in teams to lessen the likelihood of losing a brother in the process.

Pushing off the sink, I head to my bedroom to get dressed. I messaged Stridor to arrange a time to come in and discuss Kiah when I returned from our encounter. If I found her once, I can do it again. It's eleven in the morning so my hunting attire is out of place but dressed in business casual, no one asks any questions. I make sure I'm fully put together in the mirror before I leave. My typical clothing choice is a crisp white dress shirt with the top button loose and the sleeves rolled up on my forearms. I have black slacks on with a soft loafer instead my preferred combat boots. Throwing a black suit jacket over my shoulder with one hand, I use the other to put my hair in place off my forehead.

I'm in a nice apartment in a building where downtown meets the suburban neighborhoods. I opted for fingerprint locks instead of keys, more secure since I keep tools of my trade in the house. Stridor is expensing me in about twenty minutes and I'm close enough to head to the compound on foot. He's like father to me. Memories flood my mind as I'm walking.