Contract Marked: a Dark Paranormal Romance
Copyright© 2025 by Alice Craft
Chapter 15: Erin
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 15: 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 following morning, my head screamed at me, and the faintest slivers of light that slipped in through the curtains made me wince in pain. I lay in bed in a pain-filled stupor, a slideshow of last night playing on repeat in my mind. Embarrassment crawled up my throat, and I threw an arm over my face as if that would erase my actions.
I couldn’t believe I had let Dez touch me like that. Talk to me like that. Hell, I couldn’t believe I had entered his room in the first place. What had I been thinking?
I hadn’t been, that was the problem.
Dez’s bedroom door disappeared from the wall, and I didn’t know how I felt about that. Another glass of water appeared at my bedside, and I chugged it, scowling at the empty space where the door has been. Dez would surely have questions for me, questions I wouldn’t know how to answer. Or worse, he’d humiliate me again. My own treacherous body betrayed me in the worst way because I couldn’t deny it: I found Dez attractive. Insanely so. But that didn’t mean I wanted to jump into bed with the enemy, let alone one who would kill me if he found out the truth about my plans. I didn’t know what he would have done if he’d found proof of Cal’s contract.
Time passed. I wasn’t sure how much, but Dez didn’t appear on the edge of my bed like he had every morning the past week. A part of me was grateful; I didn’t know how to react to him after last night, but another part had an urge to apologize. Most likely, that was just the people pleaser in me that hated to leave things on a bad note. Really, I had nothing to apologize for, except maybe barging into his room uninvited, but then he had slammed the door on me when I first tried to leave. This was still all his fault. He was the one who got me into this mess, who promised me a trial in front of the Council that I’d only end up losing because of him.
Just the thought had me lunging out of bed in frustration, tossing on a pair of jeans and my black turtleneck. Regardless of why Dez hadn’t shown up this morning, I wouldn’t waste this opportunity to explore. I knew he was hiding something behind that red door, and I planned to find out what.
The mansion seemed relatively empty, and I wondered if the others were taking it easy after last night. I certainly wanted to, but I didn’t know when I’d get another chance to be free of Dez like this. My bare feet slid across the marble and tiled floors, passing familiar and unfamiliar rooms. I swung by the library again to try and find that mysterious journal and see if it could help me or give me anything to use against Dez, but it had mysteriously vanished. I didn’t know if Dez had confiscated it somehow, or if whatever magic had initially drawn me to it now shielded itself from me. I left empty-handed.
Without my usual cup of coffee and a full night’s sleep, the headache from this morning grew tenfold as I wandered around in circles with no sight of a red door or anything worth noting. I called it quits in a random sitting room, falling into an oversized armchair, my back resting on the fuzzy throw blanket laid across its neck.
Voices echoed down the hall, and I perked up when I saw Rowan. I was about to call out when Saya followed behind him with red eyes. Not wanting to intrude on the moment, I kept quiet and shut my eyes just enough to observe the two of them beneath my lowered lashes.
“I’ll find a way to come back for you,” Rowan said, his hand clasping hers. “I swear it.”
Saya shook her head. “I don’t want you to promise that, Rowan. I don’t want you ever coming back here or taking another contract again. I want you to be happy. Enjoy the time you have with your family.”
I couldn’t make out Rowan’s expression as his back had turned to me. Rays from a nearby window highlighted the tears streaming down Saya’s face in earnest now. He pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering something into her ear I couldn’t hear.
Dez appeared with Lucille in tow a few paces away from the couple and inches from where I pretended to rest in the armchair. I jumped, ruining the facade.
Saya quickly rubbed her face, and Rowan turned to us.
“It’s time. Are you ready?” Dez asked, his gaze focused on Rowan.
Rowan nodded, shooting us all a sad smile. “I’ll miss you all and sincerely wish you all the best.”
Lucille sniffed and was the first to move, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Don’t forget about us! If ... If we had met in my time, I would’ve thrown the grandest of parties for you and your sisters. The whole town would’ve been gossiping about it for months to come.”
Rowan returned her hug. “I appreciate that, Lucy.”
I wasn’t much of a hugger. Friendly affection and physical contact were something I had trouble navigating for most of my life. Rowan didn’t hesitate, though, in pulling me into a bear hug. “Protect Saya for me. Please,” he whispered into my ear before withdrawing. I nodded, unable to say anything unless I started to tear up like Lucille.
Saya was last, and Rowan gave her a stern stare as if telling her something we couldn’t hear. When they embraced again, it was longer and far more intimate than mine or Lucille’s.
Eventually, they separated, and Rowan grabbed Dez’s outstretched hand. Dez remained expressionless the whole time as if the entire scene unfazed him, but he wasn’t that heartless, was he?
“Goodbye,” Rowan said for the last time. Then he and Dez were gone.
Lucille and I stayed with Saya in her room as she sobbed on and off for the rest of the night. Lucille knew exactly what to do by rubbing her back and whispering comforting words while I used Saya’s silver slate by her door to manifest the greasiest takeout food I could think of.
Megan never cried over any of her breakups, no matter how awful, but cried for days when her golden lab, Sandy, had passed. We had mostly stayed inside watching movies featuring golden labradors and eating Mexican takeout—Megan’s preferred band-aid for the pain. Megan said she admired me for how strong I was since she had never seen me fall apart, even when faced with life’s shittier moments, but that wasn’t entirely true. When you have no one to turn to growing up, you learn pretty early on how to cope with your sadness alone. I was actively working on it in therapy—or had been—on how to open up to others, but it was a long process.
Saya’s room was different from what I’d expected. Her bedroom featured the prettiest blues, as if someone had painted the walls and ceilings to match the ocean, unlike the black and white theme in my room. Her bed was a four-post canopy with a turquoise and white frilled bed set, the headboard blocked by a sea of pillows. A white vanity sat in the corner of the room next to the large window facing the lake, and on the other side was an easel with covered canvases littering the floor beside it.
Unlike the rest of the estate, her room felt alive. Lived in. Then again, she didn’t have a home to return to anymore. This was her home now.
“What in God’s graces is this?” Lucille picked up the plastic container of guacamole, staring at it like it would sprout legs.
I laughed and opened the bag of chips beside it, dipping one in and humming in satisfaction. “Try it.”
Both of them tentatively took a bite. Based on Lucille’s face, she wasn’t a fan, but Saya’s lit up, and that was all that mattered right now.
We ate greasy tacos, guacamole, and chips, Lucille filling up most of the chatter between us. Saya’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, but I didn’t expect one friendly girls’ night to suddenly fill the void Rowan left.
Lucille and Saya fell asleep together in her bed, the white drapes across the canopy sweeping down like a transparent net with two butterflies caught inside. I quietly organized the empty containers in a neat corner, assuming Saya would magically sweep them away in the morning or whenever she touched the slate again, and tip-toed out of the room.