Needing is One Thing

Chapter 2. Demon Kisses

Mika woke with her head full of echoes from the boys in her dreams. She couldn't catch any of them, couldn't remember any details, but she could guess what had happened from how she was feeling. Warm and buzzy.

She wasn't exactly sure what was going on. Suzu and Naomi had pushed her about getting a boyfriend over lunch a few days ago. They were all seniors and the year was almost over. Why would she want a boyfriend now? She really wasn't interested with everything else going on in her life and now there were hot guys everywhere!

The brothers, Andrew, they were all trying to talk to her, focused on her in ways she really had no experience with. The boys in school were never like this to her. It made Mika feel awkward and clumsy. Why me? Why now?

She rolled over in her blankets and stared up at the ceiling in her bedroom, trying to replay it in her mind for the hundredth time in the past two days. My first kiss. She hadn't even known what was going on before it was over. She thought Sam's kiss had been rough and demanding, like his voice. Her lips had hurt a little as if they were bruised but she could hardly remember it! What girl couldn't remember her first kiss? But Mika remembered his eyes. Sam's intense, bright green eyes were really, really nice.

Because she had been staring at them in panic like an idiot.

And that was only the start of it all. She was just moving in and found five incubi, hurt and sprawled across her foyer floor after being attacked by devils. Of course, she didn't believe them. Incubi? Really? But then Erik kissed her.

My second kiss, ever.

And Erik... Mika definitely dreamt long and hard about that kiss the night before. THAT was a kiss. All soft and intense and...wow. His fingers in her hair, his eyes closing with hers, her body melting in his arms. Damn. They were incubi. And if that was just a kiss, what else could he do?

Mika took a shaky breath. At this rate, she'd need to take care of herself with a good long shower.

Because now she had five incubi brothers for roommates. She could hear them training outside in the backyard to kick those devils' asses. The visit last night from those punks after the party had been a little scary, but she stood up to them and Mika had no doubt the boys would take care of it.

Although that devil's rude-ass comment about having a harem, really? Really?

Mika groaned to herself. That would be the one thing she focused on. But who could blame her after all that happened yesterday?

Andrew had kissed her hand out in the garden last night. He'd been shy and awkward at first, a little geeky. He'd worked with her grandfather, heard about her from him.

It would be just like Grandfather to try and set us up. He was a romantic at heart.

And if she could pick a type it would be Andrew. Unassuming, thoughtful, cute, not even realizing how cute he is! A normal guy going through the same things with his family as I am. Why was a guy like that so excited to meet her? What did grandfather say about me? Will I even see Andrew again? Mika hoped and wondered.

But who really had Mika in knots was James and he hadn't even tried to kiss her! The oldest incubi brother, it had been so easy to talk with him that first night. James was considerate to her: wanting to know more about her, listening to her. He seemed to really understand her struggle.

You don't have to be strong. You don't have to be strong at all. I'll be strong for you...It was as if her heart had heard those unspoken words with his.

James even noticed the small bruise on her cheek that her father had "gifted" her with after her grandfather's funeral. Sam and Erik had kissed her but James was the one who noticed and asked about it. Asked if she was okay. It was a little overwhelming to have someone pay that much attention to her, good and bad. There were some things James just didn't need to know.

But Mika wanted to know more about him, wanted to talk with him again; so she'd followed him out to the garden to prepare for the party yesterday. He hadn't kissed her. He'd really only told and shown her how to take care of the flowers if you only considered his words. But the feeling of him wrapped around her to hold the watering can, his voice caressing her neck as he whispered to her...It made her heart pound. What would kissing him be like?

Mika hugged her blankets tight to her chest and let her mind linger on the thought.

He'd sweep me into his arms, bend me back and eclipse me from the outside world. He'd look at me with those amber eyes and murmur how much he loves me against my lips before taking me. Mika sighed, her mind filling with images of James seducing her until she couldn't bear it anymore. She snatched up the pillow beside her and squealed into it, kicking her heels up and down on the bed.

Demon kisses... James and Erik, how they'd make her melt! Matthew, he was so much fun! Mika bet he'd have a playful kiss, surprising her with it as they laughed together. Sam: he could, would be rough with her; demanding and not only with his kisses. And she'd be at his mercy, loving every minute of it, gazing into his eyes.

Mika let out another squee as her mind ran rampant with thoughts of the boys.

Not to mention Damien. He was strong and gentle. How easily he'd picked her up, held her against him to carry her downstairs. His kiss would be so sweet. Damien was cute, quiet, and considerate too; especially when he...

Wait a minute.

Damien could read minds. Mika shot straight up out of bed and started pacing, her hands clutching her hair at the roots.

Shit!

Shit!

Damien had read her mind yesterday morning from the kitchen. He could hear her. He couldn't shut it off if he tried. He probably heard everything!

What she thought of their kisses.

Andrew...

How she'd wanted to...

Erik...

Mika could feel her cheeks burning red hot.

James...

She paced back and forth, her whole body was just one big blush.

Him!

God, stop! Stop right now! Mika screamed at herself in her head, then winced. If Damien hadn't noticed her thoughts before he was sure to have now. I'm such an idiot!

But maybe he'd be kind. Maybe he'd keep quiet about it. Pretend it never happened. Pretend she wasn't some sex-crazed perv with dreams of a harem of hot men, er... sex demons...er... That image is not helping!

It'll be okay. Please, let it be okay. I'm not weird. I'm really not. Really.

She needed a shower. Just a shower! And to get out of this house for a little while. She'd go down to K's, get a coffee, and take a good long walk to cool herself down.