Contract Marked: a Dark Paranormal Romance
Copyright© 2025 by Alice Craft
Chapter 12: Erin
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 12: Erin - I didn’t believe in magic, monsters, or anything that defied logic. But that was before the fortune teller’s chilling prophecy, before my best friend vanished into thin air, and before him—the unnaturally beautiful and dangerous being who took her in the first place. Now, I’m trapped in a deadly game between two immortal rivals, each more ruthless than the last. To save my friend, I made a deal with, not one, but two monsters. If I fail? My mind, my body, and my soul will belong to them forever.
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Magic Demons Humiliation Rough Oral Sex Sex Toys Slow
The blinding sun and yellow tulips looked at odds with the dangerous being who had now taken up all the oxygen in this weird wardrobe room. Cal wore the same dark jeans but had traded his black short sleeve for a long sleeve one that outlined his defined muscles. His dark hair was pulled back in his usual man bun, showing off a clean-shaven face and a silver dagger earring I hadn’t noticed previously. The smell of leather and fire filled the small space, adding to the thread of danger in the air.
“You shouldn’t be in here. Get out.” I wanted to sound stern, but the sight of him made my words come out in a rasped whisper.
“Then you should’ve locked the door.” To prove a point, he turned to said door (that had now materialized) and shifted the lock in place with an audible click. My lower abdomen clenched at the sound, liking the idea of the two of us locked alone together, even if my brain was screaming at itself to get a grip. It’d been a while since I had gotten laid, and it didn’t help that both Cal and Dez were the most gorgeous beings I had ever seen, but didn’t my body have any sense of self-preservation?
“At least let me change in peace.” I clutched the black turtleneck to my torso, blocking my plain bra, which I only wore with my white shirts. I wished I was wearing the purple and black lace set Megan had convinced me to buy when I was with my ex, even though he never ended up seeing them since I broke it off before it got horizontal between us.
Cal crossed his arms and leaned against the invisible wall, showing no signs of turning around. His gaze roamed down my body, pausing on my hip where his ‘C’ marked my flesh. “You saw me wearing far less. It’s only fair.”
“It’s not fair at all,” I said, but my voice lacked conviction. “That was an accident. What you’re doing is an invasion of privacy.”
“I don’t think you have any right to talk about one’s privacy after you invaded mine.” He sighed. “I’ll close my eyes. Happy?”
“I’d be happier if you left.” But the words rang false in my ears. I ignored that train of thought as I shimmied into a pair of dark-washed jeans and threw on the black turtleneck.
“I don’t understand why you Lower Realms’ beings care so much about your true form. It’s how you are, how you were born. It’s not something to be ashamed of.”
“You mean being naked? Well, I guess you have a point, but society doesn’t see it that way,” I said, zipping up my new jeans. I felt a pang of disappointment when he didn’t open his eyes to peek even once. What’s wrong with me? I needed to get Megan and I back home before I did something I regretted.
“Another reason why I dislike Lower Realms’ beings,” he said, eyes still closed.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re all so horrible,” I mumbled. “You can open your eyes now.”
The weight of his gaze made me flush, and I turned around to admire the outfit in the floating mirror that hovered in the middle of the meadow. As much as Cal scared the daylights out of me, he was surprisingly accommodating to a Lower Realms’ being he hated so much.
“Are you here to interrogate me again? Force the tree branches to tie my wrists and ankles like you did with the chair?”
“Don’t give me any ideas.” His tone turned husky, but I could have imagined it. Cal made it clear he didn’t like humans.
An image of me tied up naked and at the mercy of Cal’s heated gaze as he touched himself beneath the band of his jeans shot through me. I bit my tongue. We needed to wrap this rendezvous up so I could get out of this room and breathe.
“I sensed you left Dezmandaro’s dimension and followed you.”
Cal could sense me, too? I resisted scratching the two branded marks on my body. Was it because of the contracts that they could sense my location? But then how was Cal able to find me here, but Dez couldn’t locate me when I left his dimension? Is it because Cal’s dimension is protected and this one isn’t? I bit my lip; this was not good news. If I planned to escape with Megan without fulfilling the contracts, Cal and Dez could always find us.
“Stalker much?” I poorly joked.
“I was curious how your time with Dezmandaro was going, but instead of causing him trouble, I see you’re going on shopping sprees with him instead.”
Still needing to try on the other two outfits, I told Cal to close his eyes again. He stared at me for a long moment, to the point I thought he wouldn’t when his lids closed shut.
“Give me a break; it’s only been like, what? A day?” Who knew in this weird world? What day was it back on Earth? Had anyone noticed me or Megan missing?
I reached for a pair of jean shorts that went just past my butt. I didn’t have much of a chest, but I had a behind to make up for it. The only problem was that it caused issues when finding decent shorts; my ass usually hung out the back of them. “He’s been clingy, not letting me out of his sight—well, except now, I suppose—which hasn’t given me much time to find his weaknesses. Or what pisses him off the most.”
“Clingy?” Cal’s lips thinned, but I didn’t think it was out of jealousy. He sounded almost ... worried.
The bottoms were shorter than I preferred, but they looked good on me and would be nice to wear when I needed more leg movement. The gray knitted top was also perfectly oversized, covering my hands with its sleeves and making me feel like I was wearing a blanket. I was sold.
“Don’t worry, it’s because he doesn’t trust me, not out of any true affection. I think if we didn’t have a contract, Dez would’ve tossed me in his lake to drown.” However, that wasn’t entirely true. While I hadn’t known Dez very long, I was getting the impression he made more threats than he acted on, as if he truly didn’t want to hurt me. Again, too soon to tell, but very different from my initial impression, where I thought he was going to kill me and Megan outright.
He’s still a bastard, though, especially for tricking me into a contract he knew he would win.
“Besides,” I added, “you didn’t specify a time limit on when I had to break Dez’s protective barrier just that I had to. Eventually.”
He opened his eyes to pin me with a fierce look that made me regret mentioning that tidbit. His lips curled into a smile.
“I thought you wanted to see your friend? I won’t help you if you won’t help me.”
I gritted my teeth. He and Dez were like two peas in a pod in the way they liked to play games and toss out threats. I’d have to work on mine. “You know damn well I do. It would’ve been nice to know that you worked for the Council, too. Is it too much to ask how my friend is doing?”
He stayed quiet.
I glanced down at my feet, my heart sinking. If Megan was hurt, it really would be all my fault. She would’ve been back home by now if I hadn’t torn out those damn pages that Dez ended up stealing back anyway.
Cal gripped my chin, his fingers digging into my skin as he forced my head back up. “You should worry more about yourself.”
My stomach churned, and bumps grew on my flesh. This wasn’t Dez. Unlike him, I got the impression Cal followed through on his threats.
I stepped back and swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’ll do it. I just need more time.”
Cal didn’t move; he just continued to stare at me as if debating his following words carefully. “Dezmandaro has always had a weakness for Lower Realms’ culture. He’ll act like he doesn’t care, but tell him stories about your life to win his trust. Maybe then he’ll let you into places few others have seen. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for there.”
“Why do you want me to break Dez’s protective barrier so badly?”
Cal went silent again, and I didn’t bother trying to get any more answers out of him. “Fine, I’ll do what I can on my end. I just hope you’ll be able to get me a meeting with Megan when I do.”
“You mean to educate you.”
“What?”
His smile was unkind. “I only promised to teach you our ways, nothing more. Which, might I add, a time limit also wasn’t specified for.”
I spun away from him and scowled into the mirror; any lingering sadness chased away. I told him to close his eyes again as I changed back into my normal clothes, but he slid closer instead, the heat of him brushing my back.
He dipped his head, his breath tickling my ear. “Do this for me, and I’ll consider letting you see your friend, Megan. For another contract.”
I met his gaze in the mirror, his long dark lashes falling over half-lidded eyes, matching the playful set of his lips. If I hadn’t lost the ability to speak, I would’ve told him where he could shove it.
“See you soon, Erin.” He disappeared once more.
I never asked him how he knew my name, but if he knew where Megan was, I could only guess.
Dez returned as I exited the bizarre changing room. All I had to do was touch the invisible door for it to appear. It was clear this place wasn’t designed with humans in mind.
“Nice of you to return.” I avoided his gaze, hoping he didn’t see the flush in my cheeks or that I’d just plotted with his nemesis.
His hair was messier than when I last saw him, with a bit of color in his own features. Maybe he had paid one of the fairy princesses a visit while I was busy getting stuck in changing rooms. I was surprised to feel a pang of jealousy at the thought. Why did I care? It wasn’t any of my business, and it wasn’t like I planned to do anything with Dez—or Cal, for that matter. They were both horrible beings.
“I had some business to take care of. It’s been a while since I’ve ... been out.”
And why is that? I didn’t ask.
Dez ‘paid’ for my things. In his arms appeared a collection of clothes the clerk accepted in exchange for my two outfits. I thought I peeked a miniskirt and a pair of silk pajamas in the pile of new clothes that were for me (a lot more than the two shirts, jeans, and shorts I had originally picked) and guessed Dez took it upon himself to add to my wardrobe. Not that it mattered, since I planned on finding a way to cut my trip short.