Hi,
Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was super busy. I have gotten
Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6 ready and up for pre-order. Seems
like I worked on that story the entire year, but I haven’t. I’m just glad I got
it done before NaNoWrMo comes up. I need the rest of Sept. and all of Oct. to
prepare for the new story I will start writing then. Anyway, enough on that
front. Let’s get to what you all come to see here each Monday. Some Flash
Fiction.
Enjoy and remember let your imagination soar when you read.
Julia
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“Right there. Oh . . .God. that’s . . . perfect.”
“Feels like it to me.” Not really, but he rammed back into the
man’s ass, ensuring he hit the man’s prostrate. He might go from man to man
each night, but he always made sure the man he chose enjoyed every minute they
were together.
“God . . . Close . . . So close . . . Harold, just . . .
that’s it.”
Harold slammed home, holding still until the man’s ass quick
squezzing his dick. It did little for him. Same every night. He got the man he
chose off, let them have a great night to remember, but he never once reached
release. And he never would. Least he could give the man the illusion he did.
Sometimes having magical skills came in handy. Little else he could do with it.
Since his chosen mate denied him, he was cursed to spend his life with only
half his natural born talent. Fate had cursed him in the worst way possible for
a Level 7 demon. Harold had been born to Lucifer himself, but when he ran
across his other half, the one that was supposed to complete his heart, give
him a life filled with love, he’d been rejected. Not that he couldn’t blame Everett.
Everett had been a Level 1 demon. Level 1’s held little magical skills and
could not access their demon side. That was something that Harold could have
helped Everett with, but Everett would not listen to him. He chanted the refusal
request before Harold could even introduce himself. His chosen other half had
not even remained around to explain his reasoning. Nope. He’d left the moment
Lucifer showed up and granted him his request. Harold had hoped his father would
have demanded an explanation, but nope. His father had been his normal self.
Lord and Ruler over Hell. He did as his demons requested without explanation
and dind’t change his method for his sons. Nope. He simply gave life to his
sons, aided them when they began to gain their powers, but soon as they had
control of them, he discarded his son. Right then, Harold wasn’t even sure if
his father knew he was taking his son’s other half from him without a reason.
“Thanks, man.” Harold pulled out, made a show of tying up
the condom and tossing it into the trash. He flopped onto his back and covered
his eyes with his forearm. NO reason for the man of the night to know how upset
he was.
“We’ll have to hook-up again.” The man scooted to the edge
of the bed and picked up his jeans. “You are the best I’ve found in this god-forsaken,
large city.”
“Not from New York?” What was he doing? He never spoke to
the men afterwards. He let them dress in silence and leave, never to be
approached by him again.
“No. Small town in the boondock’s of North Carolina.”
A hick. Not something he’d every ran across before. Or that
he knew of at least. “How long you been in New York?” There he went again,
asking questions when he never did. What was going on with him?
“Ten long months.” The man sat down and tugged his shirt
over his head.
“What brought you here?” What in the hell? Stop it, Harold. You
do not need to know anything about this man. You will never see him again.
“Got a promotion I could not turn down.” The man braced his
hand on the mattress as he leaned across the bed.
“What are - -“ His words faded from his mind when the man’s
lips covered his. Instead of pushing him away, like he would have any other man
he fucked, he pushed the man onto the mattress and moved so he covered his
entire body with his.
Dman, the man could kiss. Not that it should have mattered. There
would be no other for him. Nope. His other half had rejected him. Doomed him
for a life of fuck and go, so why in the world was he kissing the man he’d
brought home. He wans’t the first man, Harold brought to his place for a one nightery.
Nope. There’d been one every night for the last five years. Everyone always
knew the game. They would get fucked, great pleasure, and then they would never
be seen by him again. Yet . . . there he was with the man of the night under
him for the second time in one night. Kissing him. Running his hands over him
in a loving manner. It made no sense to him, which is why he found himself jerking
himself up and across the room, pressing his back into the wall.
“What is going on?”
“Good question.” What the heck was he doing? He did not give
a man of the night two rounds of sex. Nope. He didn’t. he never even frelt the urge
to. Why was he that night?
“You know who you are to me.” The man propped himself up on
his elbows. “I know you do.”
You are to me? What
was that supposed to me?
“You are Harold, second born son to Lucifer, ruler of Hell.”
Shit. How had he missed the man being a demon? Even if he
had little to no demon skills working, he still knew when he was around other
demons.
“It is true, isn’t it?”
“What?” Harold ran his hand over his face.
“You have no skills?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t a secret. Most of the demon world had heard
about his other half dumping him. Thanks to his eldest brother, who found the
entire situation harliorous.
“Is it true that your other half stole them?”
Good way to describe what had occurred between him and his
other half. The one that was supposed to spend his entire life with him had not
even introduced himself to him. Harold did not even know his name. But he did know
what the man looked like. Those deep rich brown eyes haunted his dreams every
night.
“He did, didn’t he?” the man sat up and held his hand out to
him. “Names’ Jasper, son of Lancelot of Level 6.”
Level 6 demon. Neat. He’d not seen one of them in a very
long time. Like a century. He’d written the level off after . . . “Did you say
Lancelot?”
“Yeap.”
“Your father was . . .”
“One and only.”
“I thought my life sucked ass.”
“Not as much as mine has. I mean . . . my father is known
for the extension of our own kind.”
Shit. Lancelot had taken out Harold’s youngest brother and
demanded the other Level 6 demons follow his way. When they refused he killed
them, until there was none left. Or so, Harold had thought. “How did you
survive?”
“Mom was human.” Japser patted the spot beside him. “How
come your mate stole your powers?”
“Didn’t steal them persay.” Harold joined Jasper on the bed.
“He requested the mate refusal before he even introduced himself to me.”
“Your father allowed that?”
“Yes.”
“Shucks.” Jasper picked up his hand and wrapped his fingers between
his. “You ever heard of a Demon finding a second mate?”
“No.” Harold had searched every history book he could find for
a sliver of a hope that he would be able to have a full life. None had came to
life for him. “There’s none out there.”
“Then we are different.”
Harold locked eyes with Jasper.
“You don’t feel it, do you?”
“Feel what?”
“Your soul calling to mine.”
What was Jasper going on about? There was no way Jasper felt
his soul call to him. There was only one other half per life.
“Mine is screamin for yours. There is no denying it.”
“There is no way.”
“It is.” Jasper took his hand and planced it over his heart.
“Listen to my soul. If you open your mind, clear it, and let the past go, I bet
you will hear it to.”
He wouldn’t. there was no way he had found a seoncd other
half. It had never happened before. Even with his pure doubt, Harold found
himself clearing his mind and opening himself up to . . . shit, there it was.
Fuck. There was . . . he jumped from the bed and ran over to the trash. Yanked
the codom up and . . .
“You shot your load good.” Jasper’s arms wrapped around his
waist. “Shocked me when you put that damn thing on.”
Harold bet it did. Mates did not separate themselves from the
time they met. Never. It wasn’t done. He had inadvertently disgraced his other
half by doing so. Why hadn’t he taken note of Jasper belonging to him?
“I’m not offended.”
“Why not?”
“Took me a couple of minutes into our round of fucking to
realize who you were to me. Another few minutes to take in just who you were. Then
I realized what you had gone through with the other jerkwad and assumed you
kept yourselves closed off to avoid being hurt again. Why else would you tell
me up front that there would be no second time for us.”
“Shit.” Harold dropped the used condom and spun around in
Jasper’s arms, sealing his lips over his, shoving his tongue down the man’s
throat.
