Contract Marked: a Dark Paranormal Romance
Copyright© 2025 by Alice Craft
Chapter 17: Erin
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 17: 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
Dez didn’t appear until four days later. He didn’t look any different, dressed in an immaculate cream blazer and dress slacks, his hair combed back, and his face clean-shaven. I’d been with Saya and Lucille in the sunroom, ignoring the spot where Rowan would usually be, when the front door of the estate opened and closed. I trailed after Saya, not bothering to catch up to Lucille, who sprinted to the foyer entrance of the house, which also always remained in the same fixed location.
“Welcome home, Master!” Lucille cheered, bouncing into his arms.
Dez smiled down at her, but his embrace was loose and half-hearted, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. I wasn’t conceited enough to think it was because of me, but had he thought about me since that night?
Saya bowed her head. “Welcome home, Master.”
I wished I could follow suit to feel like I was part of the group. Instead, I remained silent with my arms crossed, a few feet behind Saya. Dez’s eyes met mine, and for a second, I forgot to breathe.
“Not going to welcome me home, Erin? I’m hurt.” His smile vanished. He stepped away from Lucille, cutting short just inches from me.
I didn’t move, not out of any stubbornness, but because I was at a loss. I hadn’t expected him to confront me here. Now.
“Welcome home,” I muttered, more so to get him away from me. With the smell of him this close, scenes from that night replayed in my head. His fingers tracing the skin along my upper thighs, his words making me feel hot and cold as he pinned me against the door.
Then it shifted to Dez’s head tilted back in climax as another woman’s mouth cupped his length, and I instantly switched the channel to static, blocking it all out.
Dez leaned closer. “Welcome home, what?”
He didn’t seriously expect me to say it, too? He never reprimanded me for calling him Dez, but maybe he was angrier than he looked. Or was he aiming for petty revenge after the other night?
I opened my mouth, heat rising in my face, but the words didn’t come.
His hand landed on the wall behind me, the band of his arm shielding me from Saya and Lucille as he leaned even closer, his words low and demanding. “Say it.”
“Welcome home, Master,” I whispered.
“Louder.”
This time, I scowled. “Oh, come on—”
“Louder,” he cut me off, his jaw tight. Oh, he was definitely angry about the other night.
Sucking in a deep breath, I said, loud enough for Saya and Lucille to hear, “Welcome home, Master.”
His smile slid back into place as if nothing had happened. “I think I’ll join you ladies for tea today.”
Lucille tossed me glares for the rest of tea time while Saya stayed withdrawn. Despite the tense atmosphere, Lucille continued to fill the silence with idle conversations about the lovely views, the tea, and the scones, carefully avoiding anything relating to Rowan. I’d take Lucy’s glares any day if she could stay with me whenever Dez was here. She was like a chatty shield that protected me from my own rambling or descending into an awkward silence that would drive me equally crazy.
Throughout most of it, I avoided speaking altogether, and my eyes focused on my tea or plate of bite-size sandwiches and scones that I barely touched. The few times I looked up, I found Dez’s eyes on me and I was suddenly interested in my plate of uneaten food once more.
After a few more moments of passive conversation, Lucille paused, and I looked up to see Dez’s face pinched. He sighed, and a second later, a familiar woman appeared with silky hair and high cheekbones similar to a fairy princess, minus the blue and pink dress I initially saw her wearing.
“Hello, love.” Henrietta had materialized behind Dez, her hand sliding along his shoulder like the silver snake ring that curled around her middle finger. She had eyes only for Dezmandaro, pretending we weren’t there.
“A house call. How rare.” Dez arched an eyebrow, taking a sip of tea.
“Oh, stop.” She playfully swatted his shoulder, her laugh like wind chimes. “You know why we didn’t visit you, but now you’re back to your old self.” She leaned down to his ear and whispered, “We’re happy you’re back.”
Dez reached up and covered her hand, his thumb grazing the skin on her wrist. Henrietta’s smile widened. I felt uncomfortable, but it wasn’t until I glanced at Saya that my insides became pins and needles. Her face had gone sheet white, her eyes wide as she stared at her empty cup, which she held in a vice grip. Knowing Saya’s history, I got the feeling Henrietta was like her previous contractor who didn’t treat humans too kindly. Thankfully, Lucy didn’t point any glares at the beautiful being, becoming suddenly docile. Like prey sensing a predator nearby and trying to blend in with its environment.
“Is there a reason you’re here personally that couldn’t be said telepathically?” Dez asked.
Telepathically? That was very convenient.
“Maybe I just wanted to see your face.” She sat on his lap, her sharp nails wrapping around his neck. Dez didn’t shove her off but didn’t seem super pleased either. I couldn’t be too sure. Lucy tensed beside me and continued to nibble on her scone while I ceased trying to eat, my appetite completely gone.
“Out with it, Henri.”
One nail pushed back a wave of his hair. “Tatianna’s gala is tonight. You’re going, right?”
He pondered for a moment. “It’s a possibility.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” His voice lowered, his lips curving into a sensuous smile. It was like when Dez flirted with me, and I wondered if it was all an act, a tool Dez used whenever it seemed convenient.
Henrietta pouted but continued to whisper something in his ear I couldn’t hear. Then, nas quickly as she had come, she vanished. Dez’s charming persona instantly dropped, solidifying my earlier thoughts.
Silence descended despite the chirping birds nearby and the water lapping against the rocks from the neighboring lake. Not even Lucy, my chatty shield, filled the silence.
When I thought the quiet would consume me, I said, “Gala? If it’s held in this world, I’m sure it’ll be nothing like the ones on Earth.”
Dez blinked as if pulled from his internal thoughts. “Says who? A lot of inspiration comes from The Lower Realms.” He gestured with his hand to the land around us as if it was obvious.
“Are you going?” Not that I cared, but it kept the conversation moving. Then again ... if it was the same Tatianna that had been in Cal’s room that night, the odds of Cal being at the gala weren’t improbable. Perhaps he could tell me more about this Angelica person and what I saw.
Dez leaned forward on his forearms. “Why are you so interested in my whereabouts?”
I took a breath for courage. “I want to know if we can join you.”
Saya tossed me a stricken look while Lucille’s eyes lit up.
“Humans who attend these types of galas aren’t always treated the best. Are you sure you’d want to go to something like that?” His gaze narrowed on me, and I had the feeling he was trying to figure something out. I needed to choose my words carefully.
“Don’t get me wrong, I’d much rather not go, but this isn’t for me. It’s for Megan.” Which wasn’t a total lie.
Dez opened his mouth when Lucy said, “I’m sure if we stick together, no harm will come our way, right? A party! Goodness, it’s been so long. The food, the drinks, the dancing, and the drama. Oh, I’d so, so, so love to go!”