My Guardian Dear
Mercedes Jones smelt like sin. Sam watched her as she as she laughed with Tina, tossing her head back, glossy curls bouncing and the soft brown stretch of neck bared to his hungry gaze. Fuck he was in trouble.
Everything had been running according to schedule when he and his family moved to Ohio. He'd been playing the part of the popularity obsessed teenage boy to a hilt and the puzzle pieces were just falling into place as they should. And then his father had been wounded in what should have been a routine exorcism and then they found out that there was, in fact, nothing routine at all about the demon spawn wreaking havoc in the small town. They had been on high alert every since and soon they might have to seek reinforcements because the coming battle was clearly beyond just their capabilities.
And then Mercedes Jones had appeared at their motel room one rainy morning bearing a basket full of warm lunch and a suitcase full of clothes and curled the warmth of her spirit hot and tight right through his core.
Sam couldn't afford to be feeling...this. There was no time for him to be losing his grip like this – there was no time for the breathless heat that sat coiled in his belly or the clutching ache of a cock that wouldn't go soft. Gods look at her!
She was singing now, her big, brown eyes gazing right into his, sweetness curving the plush gleam of her lips and her big, round body twisting and rolling in a way that made him nearly lightheaded with want. He was desperate to lick her, bite at her, lose himself in the sinfully delicious yield of her body. As her song came to an end and she just stood there beaming love at him Sam realised, with a faint, futile flaring of dread, that she was his Bonded. That somehow, after millennia of hiding, he had just lost his heart to a precious, tender, mortal human being.