Among Demons : A Siren's Voice

Ch. 31 : For Him

***Reader discretion advised!! Talk of self-harm, obsessive delusional relationship and hints of abuse and cheating!!***

*Harmony Nex*

I watched him as he paced back and forth, smiling as he glared at everything around him.

He still looked so very handsome like this, filled with rage and so tightly coiled that he was prepared to snap at anyone who dared to cross him. His dark hair and deep brown eyes were so very beautiful to me. Warm and welcoming, no matter what mood he was in.

Mitch and I had been together for so very long and had finally learned to set aside our differences after he forgave me. One stupid mistake done in anger had nearly cost me the love of my life and I was more than happy to leave the squirming thing that had come out of me in order to prove that Mitch was the most important thing in the world to me. And he was, ever since I was 15, having just buried my poor sweet mother after a drunk driving b***h took her from me.

Mitch had been there for me, offering his support and love as I worked through my sadness and grief. He listened to me as I talked to him about my stupid pathetic sperm-donor that fathered me. He let me vent as I told him how inferior I felt compared to my horrendously ugly younger sister, who was somehow born lucky enough to not only be a Pureblood, but was loved by everyone easily. He showed me what love was really like, both emotionally and physically and was so very patient when I was difficult once we became a couple.

“Everything’s going to be alright.” I murmured to him, knowing he wasn’t listening to me, yet completely unbothered by it.

My poor Mitch had trusted one of his men to lock up both the little brat my sister raised and the Human man that apparently took her in. And the moron hadn’t listened to Mitch when he’d told him not to use any of the Cells in the east wing of the underground camp we were staying in. But when Mitch went to find them, both the brat and the Human were not only together but locked in to one of those very cells he didn’t want anyone using. So, as was his right, Mitch had gone out to find the bastard that didn’t listen to him and had him chained up to a wall to be used as a punching bag for failing to follow a simple order.

And it was while everyone was having fun unwinding and letting out all of their frustration and anger on the man chained to the wall that a small team of four rushed into our space, killing the mood.

Apparently, the Human man had figured out that the dirt walls around the doors were weak rather quickly and had managed to dig a hole big enough to escape from. Everyone was out the very next second, searching every tunnel and cell in the hopes of finding them. But it was clear that the Human had gotten out into the open and taken the filthy brat with him.

This was what was causing my Mitch so much unneeded stress.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked him softly, watching him continue to pace about angrily.

He really was so unbelievably handsome. With muscles and scars that showed everyone just how strong he was. A commanding aura that made everyone listen to him with adoration and fear. His voice, deep and raspy every time he spoke, made my body react to him instantly. And a level of intelligence that made me proud to be his woman, especially now that we were so close to cutting out that useless old Human man. He wasn’t worthy of holding even a tiny bit more power than Mitch had, regardless of his time as the supposed leader to this group of Hunters.

But now, after losing that brat and Human, we were forced to postpone the plans that my love had so carefully crafted.

“Nothing changes.” He finally answered me, making my smile grow and my heart race. “We can still continue with the plan… just have to adjust a few things.” He ran both hands through his hair as he turned to me, smiling and making me twitch and fidget in excitement. “You’ll still help me, right baby?”

“Of course!” I told him, jumping to my feet as he approached me, eager to feel his touch again.

He had gone so very long without touching me and it was beginning to make me drown in sadness. Though I knew that he was busy, hunting that pathetic excuse for a sister I never wanted, I still missed him and desperately tried to be patient. But the longer he was away, the harder it was to remain calm. The many lines on my arms could attest to this, having bled out my sad and anxious emotions as I remained in our shared room, waiting for him to come back. Yet even when he did come back he barely spent time with me at all. Sparing nothing more than a greeting here or there and increasing the heavy, crushing ache in my chest that fogged my mind.

I had thought that he would pull away even more from me after all those stupid men under his command had lost the group of kids they had captured. But I was pleasantly surprised to find him pulling me into our room and pinning me to our bed, making love to me over and over again just like he used to.

The ache and sting and pain I felt as he devoured my body was something I had missed dearly. And now that I was able to walk again, showing off his many love marks that detailed his every tooth and nail that dug into me, I was on cloud nine.

He still loved me, still needed me.

And I loved and needed him twice as much.

If only he knew just how much I adored him, how perfect I thought he was for me. How willing I was to do anything and everything he asked of me, no matter what it was. He was and will always be my life and soul. The only reason I live. And every little thing I ever did, since the day we met, would always be for him. Every choice. Every word. Every deed. No matter who it hurt, who suffered or the pain it caused. I would always do it if he asked me to.

Always for him.

My adoring, sweet, loving and most flawless love.

My one and only man.

The owner of my soul, my mind and heart.

My Mitch.

He did so much for me too and it all just increased my love for him.

It never mattered if he stepped out to sleep with other women, because he would come back to me no matter what. And if that slut dared to call him up for a second night with him, he would always let me step in and get rid of her. He showered me with affection too, gifting me small gifts here and there and taking me out to eat at some very elegant and pricey places. Shopping was another reward he would give me, never once denying me a thing as I went around the mall when he allowed it. Of course, I only ever left the camp with him, not wanting to risk hurting him like I had when I had let too many drinks pull me into bed with a man that wasn’t him.

He was absolutely perfect, handsome and all mine.

“Let’s go.” He said softly, cupping my cheek and practically melting me as I held on to his wrist, enjoying his touch. “I heard that the last team we sent out managed to grab another one during the shoot-out.”

I nodded eagerly, hugging his arm into my body as we walked out of the small sitting area that I had sat in, waiting for him. He smiled down at me and chuckled as I tightened my hold on his arm, curling my body around him and sighing happily when his fingers, now pressed over the zipper of my shorts, started wiggling and adding pressure to my core. He was in need of a release, so that the stress of the night left him, allowing him to think clearly and continue to plan and plot against that old fart, Nathan, who had once dared to try and touch me. But my sweet love had kept me safe and made sure that the bastard stayed far away from me, keeping me by his side or locking me away to ensure that he would never find me alone.

My Mitch really was so very perfect.