Demonic Spell II

Recipe 31

Thallan should’ve left the moment that he heard the noises coming from the upstairs room but the exhilaration of feeling the all too familiar shock of electricity on his arm made him race up towards Elisha’s room.

He just came back from Hell when he sensed Elisha’s presence but he made a great error of forgetting and not noticing the Fomorian’s presence until he came across the open door of her room.

Fuck it! Thallan swore internally, he might have sensed Elisha’s presence yet in his haste he failed to analyze her scent.

Damn it to Hell and back. Thallan stood frozen by the doorway. Elisha and the Fomorian had already completed their mating ritual and they were currently having an encore of their Claiming.

Their heads were on the foot of the bed so he was sure that they can’t see him and they were too involve to each other to notice his presence but there was no mistake of what they are doing on the bed.

He should’ve left. Thallan remained frozen by the door. He didn’t know why he stands there or why he continue to torture himself by watching Elisha being taken by another, by her own mate to be exact.

The sound of moans and grunts were too loud not to be noticed and the rhythmic movement of two intertwined body on the bed were unmistakable.

Then the Fomorian’s head shot up as he finally sensed his presence, and all movement on the bed stopped as Elisha’s mate bared his fangs on him but made no move to disentangle himself from Elisha’s writhing body.

They glared at each other through the short space from the bed to the door, one eyeing the other with determined look while the other gave the other one a quelling look that screams of possession.

They glower at each other, challenging one another with the power that their striking eyes possessed.

Purple and silver, Demon and Fomorian, different in every way possible yet both possessed unimaginable power, and both want the same woman.

The spell was broken by Elisha as she reached both of her hands around Soleil's neck and pulled him down to her.

"Soleil, don’t stop. “She moaned throatily while her hips undulated erotically against her mate’s.

Soleil held his challenging gaze for another terse minute before he broke contact with Thallan and comply with Elisha's plea.

Then it was Thallan turn to move away. He still couldn't make himself leave, halfway because he fear that the Fomorian will once again leave and take Elisha with him and halfway because he couldn't take his eyes off her as she writhed and arched underneath the Fomorian’s huge form and as her cries and moans intensifies in both volume and tone.

He just stepped back from the door and melt in the shadows, pulling the darkness around him to cloak him and to make himself invisible.

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