So that had been the demon’s plan. Use the evildoer to distract Tor while the creature went for her. Kenna only had a few seconds to hope like hell Anubis’ spell worked. A sword appeared in the demon’s hand and he rushed her, moving faster than any mortal could.
The sword swung toward her. Instead of making contact with her, it bounced off some kind of invisible shield that surrounded her. No matter where the demon tried to strike, his blade couldn’t get through. He bellowed in outrage, attacking over and over again.
A streak of black slammed into the demon, pushing him away from Kenna. Tor, still in his half-human and half-jackal form, had come to her rescue. With the evildoer nowhere in sight, obviously taken care of, that left Tor able to focus solely on the demon.
Their swords met with a loud clang. Kenna kept her distance as Tor and the demon hacked at each other, looking for a way to land a strike. Tor handled his sword as if it was an extension of himself. And sadly, she had to admit the demon’s skill was pretty damn close to Tor’s.
The longer the sword fight dragged on the more Kenna felt her nerves trying to get the best of her. Both Tor and the demon had managed to get in a few good strikes, slicing into skin, but they healed very quickly, not slowing either one down.
Tor growled as he barely avoided a vicious cut that would have landed across his throat. Kenna’s heart threatened to beat out of her chest. Tor was immortal, but if he literally lost his head it was game over. For both of them.
With a bellow of his own, Tor launched a counterattack on the demon, hitting him faster and harder. The creature lost ground until one of Tor’s strikes landed true. His blade sliced across the demon’s stomach. It was deep enough to have him leaking like a sieve. The creature yelled in pain, his guard appearing to drop as he lowered his sword. Tor moved in and grabbed him by the throat, looking intently into the demon’s eyes. Kenna knew Tor would be pushing inside his mind.
The demon smiled. “That’s it, look into my eyes.” He then spoke under his breath in a language Kenna didn’t understand.
Tor stiffened before he let go of the demon to grab his head. He growled, the sound full of pain. He panted as he swung around in her direction, his sword raised.
“Run, Kenna,” Tor said in his deep, gruff voice. “He has control of me. I can’t stop myself.”
She stood her ground. “The spell should protect me since he’s the one controlling you.”
Closer Tor came. “No. It only protects you against an attack from a demon. I’m not one.”
Oh shit, Tor was right. An attack the demon launched through Tor would have the desired effect. She was a sitting duck. And she’d waited too long to get a head start on Tor. She’d never make it to the house now, not with how fast he was capable of moving.
Kenna dodged to the left and ran in the demon’s direction, trying to lead Tor back to him. The bastard laughed, enjoying the show while he waited for his wound to heal. She had to somehow get Tor to strike at the demon. The creature was still weakened. Plus, he figured he had all the control, making him vulnerable in his conceit.
Tor closed in on her. Kenna ran to stand behind the demon, hoping Tor would take a swing at her and hit the creature in front of her instead. That almost backfired when the demon ducked and Tor’s sword came within inches of her face.
She tried another tactic. She backed up, then took a run at the demon. He couldn’t touch her, but she hoped the spell would enable her to touch him. That worked. She slammed into the back of him. Since he hadn’t expected her to do something like that, she easily propelled him forward into Tor. All three of them crashed to the ground.
Kenna tenaciously held on to the demon’s back as Tor tried to reach for her. The creature ended up sandwiched between them. She felt pain as one of Tor’s claws sliced into her forearm, but she ignored it.
Meeting his gaze, she said, “Tor, will the weapon you need to send him to Anubis to appear.”
“I can’t,” he said through gritted teeth. “I can’t stop trying to get to you.”
The demon shifted under her, almost throwing her off. “I’m a demon,” she said.
“What?” Tor growled.
“Picture me as a demon. Make yourself believe I’m one, then try to will a new weapon into your hand.”
A black-bladed dagger suddenly appeared as Tor stared at her intently. Then she saw it heading her way as he went to strike at her with it. Knowing full well he wouldn’t use it on the demon himself, Kenna hit Tor’s arm when he struck again, knocking it toward the creature between them.
The dagger sunk into the cap of the demon’s arm. He stiffened, then let out a bellow of rage. Slowly his body became unsubstantial until he completely disappeared. Kenna landed on top of Tor with a grunt. He lay still under her.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I have control of myself.”
He then stiffened as his body blurred, the sound of his bones shifting and realigning loud in the air. Kenna got off him as he took on his human form. Once it was complete she threw herself back on top of him and held on tight.
“That was too close,” she said.
Tor wrapped his arms around her. “I know, but he won’t be coming back. The black dagger sent him to the underworld to be judged by Anubis.”
Kenna picked up the dagger that lay beside them on the grass. “I guess my idea of getting you to think of me as a demon worked.”
Tor took the weapon from her, then willed it away. “That was fast thinking on your part. I wouldn’t have been able to do it. I was too busy fighting with myself. He would have made me kill you.”
“Taking two birds out with one stone.” She lifted her head and kissed Tor. “The bastard was overconfident.”
“I’m just glad my mate can think fast on her feet.” Tor set her aside and rose to stand before he held out his hand and helped Kenna up. He bent and picked up his discarded sword and willed it away. “We need to wash the stench of demon off us, then I’m going to take you to bed. It was too close for me and I need to be inside you, badly.”
She went on tiptoe and threaded her fingers through the sides of Tor’s hair as she kissed him with all the love she had for him. They were both breathing hard when she pulled away.
“A shower sounds good. And since I’m such a quick thinker, I know what I want to do to you when we’re in there.” She whispered in his ear what exactly she had in mind.
Kenna let out a squeal as Tor picked her up and put on a preternatural burst of speed, taking them into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. He stripped them both out of their clothes and had her in the shower in the en suite before she barely had time to register what he did.
She soaped up his muscular body as he did the same to hers. By the time they’d been washed clean, Kenna was panting and aching for Tor to fill her. As he kissed her, she pulled at his hair, desperate to get as close to him as she could get. Tor didn’t seem to mind. He picked her up and put her back against the shower’s tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he surged inside her.
Kenna pulled away from his mouth and put her head against the wall and moaned. His thick cock thrust in and out of her pussy, pushing the climax that quickly built ever closer to the surface. Tor growled and groaned, his hard ass flexing as he strained against her.
A whimpered cry tore out of her as an intense orgasm took her over. Tor came with her, his cock pulsing deep inside her as her inner walls clutched him in a tight fist. He dug his fingers into her bottom while he held her tightly to him.
Kenna kissed him tenderly, then laughed. “I didn’t get to do what I wanted to you.”