Flash Fiction Scene

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.