Danced With The Devil And Drank With The Demons

I Danced With The Devil And Drank With The Demons - Chapter 4

My eyes narrowed on the redhead who stared at me with shocked. Her green eyes frozen and wide, frighten. She should be. She ran from me. Someone who was taking care of her. Someone who wasn't going to hurt her. How could she do something like that to me?

Stormi's pink lips tired to form words, but all that came out was silence. Her face redden, and she slowly began to crawl back. I frighten her.

Nick. That bastard told me that she wasn't here. He shall be sent to the Werewolf territory on the next Full Moon. Hopefully, the dogs will ripe him into pieces. My anger went from Stormi to Nick to Emily. That bitch, she let her stay alone. She well be beaten again.

"No!" Stormi screamed out! My eyes flashed at her. What is she screaming about?

"I'll take her beatings! Please not Emily!" Stormi eyes watered as she begged. How does she know this? I didn't say it out loud. I was confused.

"Your eyes, tell what you are thinking about. Please don't hurt Emily! I beg of you!" Stormi was on her bloody knees. My eyes soften. I slowly walked over to my beloved. She was shaking and extremely pale. I kneed in front of her, my upper body still taller then hers.

"I shall not beat Emily and I shall not beat you." I said, knowing that someone else will have to deal with this beating. I put my hand down on Stormi's bloody shoulder. She was still losing blood. How did my hounds not catch her scent, how did I not catch it?

I gently picked up Stormi in my arms. She whimpered, she was still scared of me.

"Hush my little storm, just rest." I murmured into her head. Soon Stormi's breath was soft and low. Telling me she was asleep.

Slowly I made my way down the over grown tree. My head was pounding. Already she gave me a headache.

As a approached my mansion, I saw Emily with her head down, waiting for me.

"Emily." I said. Emily shake lightly.

"Yes, Master?" She whispered. Stormi has taken a liking in this demon maid.

"My beloved has taken a liking with you. She has asked me not to harm you. I will not hurt you anymore. Please watch her closely. She slips away quickly." I said , watching Emily stop shaking.

"Yes, master." She said more happy. I grinned a little.

"Wash and tend to her wounds. I am going to wash my self. I should be done before you. I will come and collect her." I told her, as I handed Stormi, to Emily's servant, Joshua.

"Yes, master." They both said. I watched as all three of them hurried up the stairs to the bathroom.

I walked up the opposite staircase, as Kiden, my servant, hurried to me.

"Sir, would you like me to take your coat?" He asked, not looking into my eyes. I simply brushed past him. Kiden knew that I didn't want to be bothered.

I stripped and step into the scolding hot shower. The water pounded onto my back, my skin turned red, like Stormi's hair.

Stormi. I groaned with the thought of her. The way her tall, elegant body was so smooth and soft. Her breast so perfect, her lips so soft and her hips. My body became hot and hard. Flashbacks came flying at me from the night I first got to hold her.

"" The music pounded, the Bar Don Don's turned out to be a club more then a Bar. Stormi, was wearing a tight white dress with roses on it. It stop three inches from her ass. She had her redhead in a unique up do. She didn't have Alexander's ring on her hand.

Stormi was dancing by her self. She didn't need an partner. Everyone watched her danced. It was memorizing. I heard the men talk about her.

"I want the redhead under my tonight." An young man told his friend.

"I heard that redheads were wild in bed." Both of them laughed.

I growled. No one could hear it. The music was to loud.

I walked over my little storm. I didn't ask to dance or say anything, I just dancing with her. Her body tensed for a little, but calmed as out bodies danced with the music. People stared, whispering. Then they went back to their dancing.

"And Who are you?" She asked as she turned around. I looked down at her. I smiled. Her eyes held heartache.

"Well love, I am Christan. And who are you?" I asked teasingly. Stormi grinned.

"Stormi." She whispered in my eye. Her soft breath tickled me. I had to stop myself from taking her right there. I leaned down, our lips inches apart.

"Nice to meet you Stormi." I whispered.

"Likewise." She said, I leaned in and took her lips upon mine. Everything in my was on fire. She was mine, my beloved. I ran my hands down her curves, her hands grabbed my hair,pulling me closer to her. I reached down and picked her up, she wrapped her long legs around my waist. One hand on her ass and one on her neck. I heard her moan, and grind herself against me. ""

"Shit." I groaned as I turn the hot water to freezing water.

Finally after what seemed forever, I was dressed and in my room. Emily told me that she just had to put Stormi pants on. I sent her away.

Stormi's body laid on our bed, the bed seemed so big compared to her. I laid next to my little storm. Her warmth, warmed me up. I dragged her up to my body. Every crook fit perfectly. She was made for me. I ran my thumb over her lips. I placed a small kiss on Stormi's head, before falling into peaceful slumber.