Demon Possession by Kiersten Fay

Needing relief, Sebastian wrapped his hand around his length. With every stroke he imagined Analia in place of his hand, gripping him tight with her hand, her soft warm core, her mouth. He groaned. Her scent stil enveloped him,encouraging the vision of her. He remembered her soft moan in his ear as he had kissed her tender neck. With astounding force, his orgasm exploded from him. He leaned one arm against the wal as warm water washed over him, while he marveled at the strength of his release.
    Finishing his shower he wondered what she was doing now. The thought that she was, most likely at this moment, wearing one of his shirts to bed pleased him more than it should have. Then his wicked mind brought forth the image of her without a shirt at al , naked and writhing beneath him.
    He growled at himself when, once again, his shaft began to stir.

    In the morning Sebastian stopped by the gal ey to grab some pastries,thenheadedto the bar to pick up the clothes that Sonya had promised. After a quick greeting,she went toherback office to fetch the clothes.
    Sebastianalmost dropped the pastries as soon as he saw them. Black, tight, and short. She laid them al out in a smal scattered pile for him to choose from. Imagining Analia in any of them had him growing stiff before he could control himself. There was no way he could put her in these clothes! He looked atSonya with bewilderment.
    “Don’t give me that look.” She scolded. “You asked me for clothes. You know how I dress.”
    Yes, but he’d never real y noticed before. She was his sister for the love of al the gods, not a wee blond with smooth legs that he wanted wrapped around him. Shifting uncomfortably, he real y needed to stop imagining her like that.
    “This is what you have to choose from for now. I haven’t had a chance to check with the other ladies on board.”
    Rummaging dejectedly through the pile he chose the longest skirt, a shirt that didn’t diptoolow in the front,and a pair of the flattest shoes in the bunch.
    Then Sonya revealed another pile … undergarments. Sebastian ran his hand over his face. This time he didn’t have to choose, thank the gods, Sonya just thrust them at him.
    “Here,” she said with a pout. “Brand new, I just bought them before the lock-in.” Dear gods,they were silky and revealing and … why did there need to be pictures of flowers on the front? He tried not to look,stuffing everything into a tight bal of fabric.
    Mustering as much sincerity as possible he thanked Sonya and headed to Analia’s room.
    When he entered the room he was appal ed at what he was seeing.
    Why the hel was she sleeping on the couch?
    “What do you think you are doing?” He yel ed,louder than he meant to. Her body jerked. Slowly she peeked one eye open. He instantly regretted his inflection, but stil he demanded in the same tone. “Why are you on the couch?” She didn’t answer, instead, drowsily glanced around the room with tired confusion. “Wel ?” He demanded.
    “I … I don’t know what you mean. I thought you wanted me to sleep.”
    “Yes. Why aren’t you sleeping in the bed?”
    She shrugged and looked to the ground, after a while she answered in shaky voice. “I don’t sleep wel in a regular bed … it gives me nightmares.”
    Absurd, thought Sebastian, nightmares are nightmares you don’t get them from an object. A thought pricked at him but he ignored it, noting that she looked as though she hadn’t slept at al . If she had taken the bed she would have been more comfortable and therefore slept better, he reasoned. He told her this and ordered her to use the bed from now on.The chitmerely shrugged in response.
    She wasn’t part of his crew and probably felt she had no reason to fol ow his orders. He would come back tomorrow to make sure she did.
    Letting it go for now he handed her a pastry. She sat up and reached out for it al owing the blanked to fal to her waist, revealing that shewas wearing the shirt he gave her last