Three Sexy Wolves and I

Chapter 6- Hunting Demon

Outwardly to humans, Sebastian was a benevolent social icon, known for his goodwill and generosity. In reality, as head of the Demon Rogue, the violent little club demons kept, he pillaged and plundered his way through faees as though they were his personal stockyard, slaughtering here and there when he felt like it.

Like any sociopath worth his salt, Sebastian was a charming, handsome monster. The world should thank her for what she was about to do, even though she had to turn her back on the Coven to accomplish it.

He leaned in toward her, burying his nose in the curve of her neck and sliding a hand past the hem of her short, black Versace. "We're finally alone," he whispered, "as you requested." The car pulled forward, rocking her against his body.

She tilted his face to hers and kissed him, pressing herself into the curve of his body. She cupped his groin through his black pants and felt his hardness. "So we are."

"Then why so shy? Tonight, you will not escape me, Amelia," he breathed against her skin with his smooth French accent.

Part of her plan had been to tease him sexually. It had been a little like taunting a starving tiger with a slab of meat, but she'd been successful. It had hooked him, made him want her more, and allowed her limited intimate contact with him. Certainly a plus.

She raised an eyebrow. "I think it's you who won't escape me, Sebastian." If only he knew. She unbuttoned his pants. "Take them off."

He grasped the hem of her skirt. "You first," he purred.

"Noooo, you," she shot back coyly.

He shook his head. "Take off your dress for me, Amelia." His voice held a thread of steel, and his eyes had a brutally cold glint in them.

Her sly, sexy smile faltered. Damn it! This was not going the way she'd envisioned it. In her head, she'd been fully clothed when she brought him down. Having no choice unless she wanted to raise suspicion, she allowed him to draw her dress over her head, leaving her in only a lacy red bra and panty set and her shoes.

"Mmm," he murmured in appreciation right before he pressed his lips to the swell of her breast. Oh, yeech. Yeech, yeech, yeech!

She yanked him forward by the waistband of his pants and kissed him roughly, biting his lower lip hard. He jerked a little, and she tasted blood. "Off now," she commanded.

"I adore a woman who likes it a little rough."

Then he'd love her.

He slipped his shoes and pants off. She glanced down and lifted a brow as if in s****l anticipation. He gave her a cocky smile, the smile of a man who's sure he's about to get laid. How wrong could he be? He was about to find out. She reached out and took him in her hand.

And she squeezed. Hard.

At the same time, she flooded her body with magic. It exploded from the center of her chest with a warm pulse. Power shot down her arm, centering in her fingers. They tingled and twitched as she fought to retain the heavy burst of emotion-drenched magic. The water in his groin responded instantly to her will, the molecules jumping to do her bidding. They grew colder, then even colder.

Sebastian's eyes bulged out of his head, and shock took his expression from arousal to terror in under a quarter second. A soundless scream erupted from his mouth, his lips forming an O of unvoiced pain.

"I thought you liked it rough, Sebastian?" She asked through gritted teeth. She had him right where she wanted him. She'd known she'd had to get him by the balls—literally. There was no other way to trap a demon as powerful as he was. She'd needed to get close enough to him without his hired muscle present, make him let down his guard and then take advantage of his vulnerability.

She pinched the sensitive skin of her vulnerability in her palm even harder. "Awww... not having a good time? "I'm sorry," she said as she twisted till he gasped. "Really."

Sebastian made a gurgling sound in his throat.

"Does it worry you, Sebastian, to look into the eyes of your own deaths? Have you ever considered what happens to us when we die? Do we go out like a light, or do we keep going? " She hesitated, her head tilted to the side. "Does death only represent another life? What are your thoughts? "

"I don't...know," he growled.

"I believe you are going to find out, dear."

"Who…are you?" His lips formed the words, but there wasn't enough breath to give them life. She eased up a little. He'd pass out otherwise, and it was too soon for that.

"That is not the relevant question at this juncture. The real question is about Andrea, Sebastian."

Confusion clouded his eyes.

Oh, that was the wrong answer. Power flared down her arm, making her fingers ache. His head snapped back in pain, and she forcibly eased up on him.

"Andrea?" he gasped.

"Andrea. The fae was murdered by your demon." She clamped down harder. "You can't even remember her name?"

His lips peeled back in a grimace. "Not…my…demon."

"Well, no. Maybe not technically. Your father raised the demon that killed Andrea. My sister. He and his minions. But your father is dead and you've taken his place at the head of the Demon Rogue. The Demon Rogue is the reason the demon exists in this region. Therefore, your gang is responsible for Andrea's death and the death of my friend."

"But I wasn't with the Demon Rogue then."

"Oh, spare me. You've done enough horrible things to warrant this, Sebastian, and don't try to tell me you wouldn't raise another demon if you could."

"No," he whispered, his head falling back from the pain.

"No? What do you mean, Sebastian? Wasn't it you who was going to sacrifice those four faees last winter to pull a demon through? If it wasn't for the Coven, you would have succeeded. That alone makes you deserving of punishment." She c****d her head to one side. "And aside from all that, what about the fae? That earth fae you roasted when you were eighteen? What about—"

He pulled his head forward and focused on her. "I can help you. Help! Help find the demon. Right the…wrong."

He was making bargains now, wasn't he? How dare he try.

She opened her mouth to respond, but heat flared white-hot against her palm. They both cried out in pain. Amelia snatched her scorched hand away. Damn it, she'd lost focus for a moment, and he'd taken control from her.

Sebastian rolled to the side, his hand cupped between his legs. Her hand hurt like she'd been holding it over a flame, but he had to be in more agony than she was. He'd burned himself in a very sensitive place in order to unseat her.

Amelia raised the power as fast as she could, despite the pain. The air cracked as Sebastian also drew magic to defend himself. In the same moment, the entire limo lurched to one side. Amelia slammed against the opposite seat and cried out as her back twisted. The limo came to a swerving, squealing, smoke-under-the-tires halt. She fell to the floor of the limo, her face contorting from the pain searing down her leg and through her lower back.

She glanced up through her tangled dark red hair, seeing Sebastian kneeling on the floor of the vehicle in front of her, looking as though he might retch. Outside, she could hear boots pounding on the pavement and people shouting.

She resumed drawing magic and directed it at Sebastian, despite her discomfort. Sensing the swift buildup within the confines of the limo, his head snapped up, and he also tapped power. The air snapped with electricity from their combined efforts. It was a magical showdown and they were both battling through injuries.

But hers were worse.

Amelia shot her hand out in a near-conscious effort to increase her power, commanding the water in Sebastian's body to do her bidding—to freeze.

The limo door opened. Confusion and fury from the unknown observers pressed against her empathy. The intense emotions around her settled like a bitter wine on the back of her tongue, but she focused all her attention on Sebastian.

"No," came a commanding male voice. "Stop it now."

She ignored the order. Sebastian's spine snapped back as she intensified the freezing process. She had him now, and, dear god, it had to hurt. It was nothing compared to what the demon had done to Andrea, though.

Her sister had died the one way she'd always feared—by a demon's hand.

Amelia had been the one to find her body, but she still couldn't bring herself to revisit those memories. Not in detail. Her mind had blocked them, and she was grateful for that.

Sebastian knelt in front of her.

Amelia had expected to feel satisfaction when this moment arrived, perhaps a release and a lifting of the heavy emotion that had burdened her for so long. But she felt none of those things. She only felt sorrow.

"This is for Andrea, Sebastian," she said woodenly. "This is my sister saying hello from the grave."

Where was the fulfillment she thought she'd feel? Where was the righteous justification? She stared into Sebastian's eyes, watching pain explode his pupils. Her supernatural grip faltered. She couldn't do this... Damn it!

From her left, a man approached her. "Amelia," he said gently. "He's the scum of the earth, but he didn't kill your sister."

Amelia's face contorted, her eyes filling with tears. "He did. He's the head of the Demon Rogue. Without it, the rogues wouldn't exist."

"I'm asking you for the last time. Stop."

This revenge, once a red-hot, pulsing, living thing in her heart and mind, now tasted bitter and cold.

Still…Andrea.

"I can't," Amelia whispered. "I can't stop."