Lydia dropped her hands to Galen's belt. "Now," she echoed, fumbling with the fly of his chinos as he pinched and rolled her nipples in his hands. "Oh yeah. Right now."She got his pants undone and pushed them down, boxers and all, then circled his erection with her hand. Velvet covered steel, he was so thick her fingers didn't meet in back and she dragged her hand up and down the shaft determined to make sure he was in as much of a frenzy as she."Not going to make it to the bedroom." One hand left her breast and Lydia nearly cried at the loss until she felt it slide up her bare thigh and under her skirt."No." She leaned over and licked the head of his cock, tasting the thick drop that had already beaded up just since she'd removed his pants. "Here. Now."He pulled her up by the armpits. "Not in your mouth." He fastened his lips to hers again as his hands tugged her skirt up around her waist and he backed them over to the sofa. Instead of laying her down though, he spun her and p
Galen lifted Lydia in his arms and carried her to her bedroom, dropping her to the bed. She raised her arms in invitation and he followed her down to the mattress.They were already primed from their play in the bathroom. He was hard enough to pound nails and she was wet and slick in all the right places. As soon as the protection was in place, he rolled her to her back and positioned himself between her legs."Every time we do this, I think it can't get any better. Every single time, you prove me wrong." He nuzzled her breasts while he tested her with one hand, spreading her thick cream around her plump folds. He rubbed the head of his penis against her to wet it before once again driving into her snug slippery heat. Then he laced the fingers of both of his hands through hers and pinned hers to the bed beside her beautiful beloved face."I think I'm falling in love with you Lydia." He raised his pelvis withdrawing until just the tip of his cock was inside her pussy. "I hope you kno
She hadn't expected the headache to be back full force today, not after waking up this morning in Galen's arms. While they hadn't totally resolved every issue of their relationship, they had made huge strides forward and she was beginning to believe that they were on the right path. She played with the pendant around her neck, pleased beyond measure by his choice of birthday present. It felt a bit like being given a boy's class ring or fraternity pin. Galen had known that to her, the Hierophant card signified him. When he'd selected the necklace, he hadn't considered it just an ornament but something that said he thought of her as his.The morning had been lazy and sexy and decadent, but eventually noon had come and gone and now she was back to work as normal.She'd finished cataloging every document in the collection except for the Alcineath scroll, though she was still hunting through Professor Kroner's journals, along with boxes of receipts and letters to establish provenance on s
Five minutes later, a knock on Galen's door heralded the arrival of Raymond Foster, a promising young man who was in the process of deciding between SMU and another graduate school."Mr. Foster," Galen held out his hand. "Welcome to Southern Michigan.""Dr. Forsythe." The young man shook his hand with a strong, confident grip. Good for him. "Please call me Ray. I've read your work in Medieval History Review and it's truly a pleasure to meet you." He flipped open a leather portfolio withdrew some papers which he handed to Galen.Galen shuffled through the pages and glanced at the résumé and research summary in his hands. Just as he started to ask about the research project, his phone rang, playing the series of notes that signified the caller was Jason."Can you excuse me a minute, Mr. Foster? I need to take this call."The young man smiled easily. "No problem at all. Would you like me to step outside?"Galen shook his head and flipped the phone open. "Jason?""Dad, you need to g
"Did she say anything while she was lucid?" Gripped by terror, Galen tried to think of something, anything to do. Jason shook his head. "Other than 'tie my hands'? She said something about a demon. 'Not damsel - demon'. That's it."Damsel. That rang a bell in Galen's memory. When had he been talking to Lydia about a damsel? Damoiselle? "Shit. That scroll she's been so hung up on." He turned to rummage through the now jumbled pile of papers and books on her desk. "We're looking for a medieval scroll. She wouldn't have the original in here but there should be a copy.""I'll hunt. You try to see if you can get her to go lucid for a few minutes. Touch seems to help and I figure yours might be more - potent."Not a bad idea. Galen knelt and clasped both of her bound hands in his own, then gathered up his courage and gazed into the vivid crimson eyes. "I know you're in there, Lydia and I want to talk to you. Whatever this is, we can beat it but I need you to help. I need you to fight yo
"Dad, I have an idea," Jason interrupted."Just a second," Galen said to Montoya. Then he turned to his son. "What?""I saw a big recycling bin down the hall. It would be easily hold Lydia. She's kind of small.""Okay," Galen told Montoya. "We've got a plan for getting her out.""Good.""Do you think we should - call a priest or anything?" Galen wasn't religious in the least but he was willing to do whatever it took to save Lydia."From what little she told me, I'm guessing not. Many people believe demons are really beings from another dimension and have no connection with what we tend to think of as heaven or hell." Ben sighed. "Give me your address. I'm sending reinforcements.""Whatever works." Galen gave his address and cell number while Jason went to fetch the recycling bin. "Tell them not to knock. I'll leave the front door open.""Fine. I'll leave mine on during my meetings. Just leave a voice mail and I'll step out and call back right away. Meanwhile, I'm going to IM my
They did set up their headquarters in the master suite, Jason's discomfort over the handcuffs notwithstanding."Hold her," Galen told Jason, setting the struggling bundle down on the bed. One thing he wasn't going to make his son do was dig through the nightstand where he kept his sex toys. He drew out the handcuffs and wrist bands, then made sure both cuffs were securely latched before he untied the belt from around her wrists."I don't even want to know why that looks like you know what you're doing," Jason muttered. "I'm going down to get the backpack and briefcase. Maybe some soda. I could sure use a hit of caffeine."Galen stroked his fingers through Lydia's snarled hair, much as he'd done in the truck the whole way home. "I know you're still in there, sweeting. Anything you know that can help would be useful here. Fight the bitch. Don't you dare leave me."Her eyes flickered brown but only for a moment, then the red came back, more vivid than ever."Red. The psychic said the
Lydia writhed on the bed, trying to hold off the demon. Galen knew she was fighting as hard as she could. "Alcineath is getting stronger. But love is a powerful magic. You're pissing her off because she expected it to be all over by now. She's going to kill you if she can, Galen. You first, then Jason." Her voice was weak and thready, her breathing shallow."She isn't going to get the chance."Before he could say anything else the eyes changed again and she gave a vile, oily laugh. "Tied to a bed, hmm? We could have some fun with this. You, me and the boy. This body has two holes, no waiting. I bet the girl would love being fucked by two strong men at once. Unchain me and I'll show you both more pleasure than you've ever dreamed of.""I never thought I'd use this word but eeeewww." Jason walked in with the laptop in his hand. "A threesome with my father is so-oo not on my list of things to do before I die. Jeez, Dad, put the gag back on, why don't you?" He dropped to sit cross legge