Wish Upon A Demon

34.

CHAPTER - THIRTY FOUR

I stepped out the hall, finishing my last exam.

Relief. That was what I felt. Sitting day and night, memorizing the study material, solving questions, practicing the same thing over a million times had finally paid off. For me, the exams had gone quite well and the same was for Alexandria. A few students were groaning and some even had tears in their eyes. As far as I knew, it was always the students who appeared sad and cried after an exam who got better scores than anyone else, so I ignored them. “Ready to go?” Alexa asks. It was March 21st today, marking the fifth week I had spent without seeing demon boy. He never left my mind though and it made me more anxious to see him.

Someone bumped into my shoulder. Michael Kingston didn’t look back to apologize, and if anything, I would think he was ignoring me. I didn’t worry much though, smiling to Alexa as we stepped out. All this while, I had thought that maybe Michael Kingston and Nolan Shaw had finally given up. I felt that they now found it’s completely useless to try and bring me to their side. But all that changed when Zylen King mentioned the possible chances of war.

I should’ve known they were up to something. Like the hunters weren’t fond of the demons and vice versa, the hunters particularly didn’t favor the Fallen either. Besides, Nolan and Michael had always hated each other. So, why would two people who hate each other suddenly become best buddies? Of course, to eliminate the mutual enemy they had – The demons. “Are you going for the coronation?” Alexandria Monroe asks. “Well, I’m somehow going to force Zylen to take me,” I reply. “Speaking of which, you want to come?” I ask her. She refuses at first and then after asking the same question several times, Alexa nods with a smile. “Great,” I say. “I’ll come by today evening to pick up my stuff.” Says Alexa. I refuse her, shaking my head, “Come on, Alexa, there are only a few more days for the senior year to get over, plus, you’ll be leaving soon, so just stay at my house.” I say to her.

It takes a lot of convincing before she finally agrees and we part ways. There were still a few more things left in Alexa’s apartment, which she has to bring over since she would be spending the next few weeks at my house. I walk home. There’s a tugging in my chest, which I don’t recognize. It’s like I’m forgetting something. “What am I forgetting?” I murmur to myself as I walk into my room. I check my sticky notes, which almost have all-important dates. There’s nothing about today. I think about the demon prince. I felt it was something related to him, but couldn’t make out what it was.

No, there’s something about today.

I vaguely remember him telling me something about this date when we were talking a few weeks earlier. I concentrate properly, and somehow, I’m able to tune back to that day when I received answers to most of my questions. Somehow, due to some unknown demon power, I’m capable of remembering every vivid detail.

His birthday!

The realization hits me hard. How could I forget? Four hundred years before, one this very day, my demon boy was born. And though he stuck to tormenting me before, it didn’t stop me from developing feelings and missing him when he was gone. I liked having him around. All my life I had been deprived of any good attention, and now, there was this demon that was constantly around me. Guaranteed, he had his own reasons, but I knew for a fact now he felt something more for me. And all the nights during the exams he spent beside me, the way he looked at me, the way his fingers touched me carefully as though he didn’t want to wake me up or like I was fragile and the night he consumed the odd liquid and barged into my house, only to have me underneath him within a few seconds as a quivering mess and succumbing to his touch, confirmed that.

Damn it! Every single time I thought of that night, I would feel heat crawling up my neck and etching as a pink reminder on my cheeks. How could I not blush? I was a virgin and what happened that night was unexpected and so pleasurable that it had found a permanent spot in my memory. No matter how much I wanted it to stay out of my head and not disturb me, it remained as a constant reminder of when I had given in to the demon prince, making me his and making him mine. Zylen King could deny it all he wanted, but we both knew somewhere deep inside that we belonged to each other. Sure, he liked to tease and taunt me any chance he got, but now, it was no longer about tormenting me, it was to prove that only he would ever be able to induce such feelings within me. Only he would be able to make me squirm, whither and feel many emotions all at once, pleasure being one of them.

That night, he marked me as his, just as I made him mine.

I missed him. It felt like ages since I had last seen him. The heightened feelings didn’t make it any easier to spend time without him. I wanted to see him. I wanted to get lost in those amber eyes with a purple tint to them. I wanted to, I don’t know...hug him? Kiss him? I don’t know. But I wanted him close.

“What are you thinking about?” A deep voice whispered in my ear.

I turned around. Greeted with the same hazel eyes, I flung my hands around Zylen King. My hands clutched his silky, rich black hair and then moved to his neck. Like once the exam was over, I felt the same feeling again, relief. It felt like a person who was deprived of water in a desert found an oasis. “Whoa. Who knew my absence would cause such a reaction?” Demon boy murmured, his hands holding me as well, keeping me close to him. He head was on my neck, lips brushing against my shoulder. The blush had returned due to his comment, and I untangled myself from him. I was surprised when I found a blush on Zylen’s cheeks as well making it the third time I had seen him blushing. He avoids my eyes and licks his lips drawing my attention.

“I want to go to the coronation,” I tell him. He smiles. “I’m guessing you want to bring your friend along as well,” Zylen says. “Yeah.” I nod. “I’ll send someone to get you there since I can’t come. Be ready tomorrow morning.” He says to me. “Oh, okay,” I say. “And like I said, once it’s over, I will take you to your kingdom,” Zylen promises, eyes on the numerous pictures on my wall of when I was little. There were pictures with my mom, my dad, some pictures of me alone. The demon prince chuckles, “I never told you this, but I can’t deny that you were extremely...cute...as a child.” He says.

“You would know since stalking me was your hobby,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I didn’t stalk you...I...merely just kept an eye you...watched you.” Demon boy clarifies. “Sure, like that’s any better.” I shake my head. “Would you rather have me lock you up in my world?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow. “I guess, keeping an eye on me is not all that bad...” I say, clearing my throat.

Demon boy smirks darkly. He comes close, real close. His lips are hovering above mine; his body on mine making me lean back and press myself to the desk. My eyes close on their own accord, anticipating the impending kiss. I don’t feel it though. The demon plucks a picture from the wall, the smirk growing as he watches my closed eyelids open. “This is the...cutest picture...of you I have seen.” He says, examining the little picture of me with one of my front tooth missing. I had a contagious smile and according to my mother, I had the capability of making anyone I met smile. However, as my demon boy stares at the photo, not wiping off the smirk, I growl from the back of my throat.

His hazel eyes snap to mine.

I push him back, to the balcony doors. Opening them, I step outside with demon boy. The photo’s slipped from his hands a long time ago, probably somewhere on the carpet in my room. Without further due, I do what I wanted to do in the first place but lacked the courage. I pull him down by his hair and kiss him. Our lips mold perfectly against one another. I didn’t know where the confidence came from, but I can’t lie and say that I didn’t enjoy the low thrumming of power, the sparks against my skin. Demon boy didn’t hold back either, and like he meant to do this for a long time, held me tighter against him. I enjoyed being close to him, to know that I was the reason he was losing control, that I was making him feel emotions that he’d bottled up for a long time.

That I was the one making him open up from the hard shell he’d kept himself in.

His lips were soft and so was his hair as I entangled my hands in the smooth strands. I didn’t understand what urged me to kiss him, but I knew I just had to do it. It could be because he’d deprived me of contact for so long or it could be because he’d teased me just a second ago. Our movements were frantic, messy and succeeded in increasing my want for him to a very high level. I needed him. I wanted him. I wanted to rip off his clothes and continue what I stopped that night.

But, I stepped back, breaking our contact, hands by my side.

“Happy birthday demon boy,” I muttered, getting back inside and closing the doors harshly. I felt him outside, standing there watching me until I pulled the curtains. With my back against the transparent balcony doors, which were shielded due to the opaque curtains, I breathed hard. Eventually, I knew he’d leave.

And he did, without a sound.