Tayla and Eidolon

***Note: this scene takes place between Sin Undone and Eternal Rider in the Demonica world***

Need shot through Eidolon’s veins like an electric current, the buzz increasing in intensity until now, as he walked through the front door of his Manhattan apartment, it had turned into almost crippling pain.

He’d managed to work almost a full shift at the hospital without taking a break — UG had been so busy that incubus lust had taken a backseat to the physician desire to heal. That was a rarity for sure, but it seemed as though the world’s escalating problems had changed the rules and laws of nature. Every demon was feeling the effects of an impending Apocalypse, thanks to Eidolon’s sister, Sin, and her unintentional role in breaking the first Horseman’s Seal.

Still, Eidolon had toughed it out a little too long on his shift, had taken himself to the edge before his need to bed Tayla had finally driven him home. She could have come to him — hell, his office had become a second bedroom — but she’d been sleeping when he’d called, and the thought of slipping under the covers with her was too tempting.

He stripped as he strode down the hall toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of scrubs in his wake. Mickey, Tayla’s ferret, and Mange, their dog, greeted him halfway to the bedroom, and he paused for a second to give each a quick pat and a promise that he’d play later.

Much, much later.

The rustle of sheets was an erotic siren call, and that was enough time with the pets. Straightening, his senses heightened and tuned in to sex, he inhaled, tracking his mate even though he knew where she was. Every muscle in his body hardened when he caught her scent; vanilla body wash and shampoo, and beneath it, the heady tang of battle. She’d been fighting again.

The knowledge both excited and infuriated him. She was the head of a local Aegis cell, but she was supposed to be managing her crew, not fighting demons. He needed her to be safe, dammit.

He’d looked for a mate for so long, and now that he’d found the most perfect female he could imagine, he couldn’t lose her. Wouldn’t lose her. Tayla was his life.

A growl rose up in his chest as he stalked into the bedroom, the need to lay his claim on her, to show her she was his and that she had better keep herself safe, turning him into a creature of pure instinct. They were trying to get pregnant, and though he’d promised her that he wouldn’t use his gift to make it happen, his dermoire lit up without his consent, ready to pump power into her womb as he pumped his seed into her core. She wanted to do this naturally, but every time they had sex, he had to fight his nature, and today might be the first time he failed.

She was curled up in a ball under the covers, her burgundy hair spilling over the pillow, her long, delicate eyelashes throwing shadows on her pale skin. She looked sweet, innocent, and nothing could be further from the truth.

He loved that about her.

It occurred to him that it was odd for her to be sleeping, given that they were bonded in a way that not only allowed her to sense his desire, but that fed into her own, but he’d worry about that later. Right now he needed her so badly he was coming out of his skin.

Cock aching like a sonofabitch, he slipped under the sheets behind her, caught her around the waist, and tugged her against him. Her sharp inhale told him she’d awakened, and when the put his mouth to her ear and said roughly, “I’m going to mount you like an animal,” she sucked air again, the noise accompanied by a bloom of arousal that made his nostrils flare and his body throb.

Before she could reply, he flipped her up onto her knees and drove into her wet heat, no foreplay, no tenderness. He was too far gone, and this first time would be all about getting them there as fast as possible. Maybe the second time would be that way too.

Tayla cried out, but she pushed back against him, meeting every powerful thrust with one of her own. The erotic sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, ramping him up even more. He loved the slap of their bodies, the delicate little panting breaths from Tayla that always built to whimpers, then growls, and then, finally, shouts.

His fingers dug into her hips as he held her…oh, yeah, he’d leave marks. She didn’t complain, though. In fact, she braced her weight on one arm and reached behind to grab his wrist and tug him forward.

“More,” she groaned, and damn, he loved it when she wanted it like this. When she wanted him to completely dominate her, possess her, and mark her.

He always gave her what she wanted.

Wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck, he pushed her down into the pillow and surged forward so his chest covered her muscular back. Pleasure became a liquid, white heat as he thrust into her, every pump of his hips shoving them forward on the mattress. Sweat broke on his fevered skin, and in no time, Tayla was just as hot, her body on fire, her moans smoky with desire.

“So good,” he said into her ear. “Always…so…good.”

Her reaction to his voice was instantaneous, and she bucked, shouted as he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Her contractions around his shaft put him over the edge, the orgasm exploding up his spine and blowing right through his skull.

Delicious, bone-shattering agony.


A tremor wracked his body, and he swore his brain melted.


Tayla’s voice broke into his haze of pleasure, blasting into his second orgasm. She kept saying no, even through her own climaxes. What the hell…

Peeling his eyes open, he looked down at his arm, the symbols that ran from fingertip to shoulder glowing as he channeled his power into her.

“Damn…sorry…Tay…” He shuddered through another orgasm, coming aware that his power was deep in her womb, probing, trying to find an egg to connect with his sperm–

He jerked as if he’d been shocked, yanking his arm away and disconnecting his power in a rush.

Gods…oh…gods. He knew why she was so tired now.

“Hellboy,” Tayla breathed, and then she cried out as she came again.

Though he was still hard, would normally be starting another round, he pulled out of her and eased her onto her back, settling himself over her, propped on his knees and fists. Her sleepy eyes were half-lidded, glazed with pleasure as she panted through yet another climax.

He loved to watch her react to his semen, often lying next to her and doing nothing but pet her hair as she spent half an hour coming over and over. But for once, he wanted her to be finished.

When she eased, even if it would only be temporary, she swallowed, licked her lips. “You better not have done it,” she rasped. “If you used your gift to make me pregnant–”

“I didn’t need to,” he said softly.

“Mmm…good.” Her lazy drawl accompanied a long, sinuous stretch of her body. And then she froze, her eyes popping wide. “Wait. What did you just say?”

A trembling began in his muscles, a soul-deep earthquake like he’d never felt before. His throat tightened and his lungs burned, and his heart beat wildly. Gods, he felt like he’d run a fifty mile marathon.

And won.

Unable to support himself any longer, he lowered his body on top of Tay, using his elbows to keep from crushing her as he brushed his lips across hers.

“You’re pregnant,” he said. “A couple of weeks along. We’re going to have a baby.”

She squealed and threw her arms around him, hugging him so tight he had to struggle to take a breath. “I love you,” she said into his neck. “I love you so much…” A moan finished her sentence as she succumbed to pleasure again, arching her back and tilting her hips to meet his erection.

He slipped inside her easily, and this time, despite what he’d thought earlier, he took it slow and easy, making sure every touch, every kiss, every slide in and out of her body was a declaration of his feelings for her. He told her too, over and over, to be certain she understood.

An hour later, while she drifted off in a contented, exhausted sleep, he held her, his hand lying protectively over her belly, his eyes stinging a little.

The single-minded desire to make little Sems was in Eidolon’s DNA. It was a biological imperative that had driven him mad since taking Tayla as a mate. He’d wanted to wait to have children, his brain telling him it wasn’t time. But his body had raged, and his love for Tay had been so encompassing that the desire to create something together had finally won the battle.

He was going to be a father. His world had just gotten larger. And scarier. But as Tay sighed softly and snuggled more closely against him, he knew they’d handle it together. She’d keep him sane, and he’d keep her safe.

The baby would keep them busy.

Life was good.