by Jacey Ward
Her eyes widened even more as I took another step forward. Not paying much attention, she didn’t know she didn’t have anywhere to run.
“That’s not true.”
“It is. You’re stunning. And I want to do so many things to you,” I said softly as I ran my fingers down her cheek to her collarbone. She shivered slightly at the contact, her pupils darkening. She deserved better than me, someone who would marry her or at least keep her. I had no idea if I could do that. My track record for monogamy hadn’t gone so well.
I didn’t miss the little shudder her body made even as her head shook no. “But you and Sofie…” she said, as if that meant anything.
“What about us?” I asked, taking the final step forward, and her back hit the wall.
“You’re… something. I can tell she means something to you and I’m no home-wrecker. You can’t have me and her at the same time.”
I chucked lowly, my hands coming up and burrowing into her hair. Up close I could see she had freckles on her nose. Could she be any prettier? I knew she didn’t realize how absurd her statement was.
“I can have whoever I want, and I want to have you.”
“But I’m… nobody,” she said, the bridge of her nose furrowed, and I realized right then and there I would be willing to try this if it meant her knowing just how attractive she was.
“You’re somebody do me.”
“I meant… I’m nobody in hell. You could be with any woman if you wanted.”
“I want to be with you… I know I don’t have the best reputation with women but… there’s something between us. I can’t stay away from you,” I said, leaning in to inhale her scent. “I don’t know what you thought you saw back there, so I’m going to clear it up, but I’m only going to say this once, and it stays between you and me. Sofie is my mother, although almost no one knows this, and I’d like to keep in that way,” I paused, telling her exactly how I felt next. “But you I want in my bed. Tell me you want the same thing too.”
She was panting, almost breathless, as my hand wrapped around her neck and pulled her closer to me.
“Yes.”
Her lips didn’t disappoint as I descended on them, suddenly ravenous for the taste of her. They exceeded everything I had imagined. Soft. Intense. Matching me as I bit her bottom lip. She moaned against my tongue, wrapping her arms around me, and I growled from the constriction in my pants.
This couldn’t happen here.
I pulled back, desperately ignoring my instinct to take her against this wall. The look on her face made it even harder to resist. Her eyes were still closed, her hair mussed, and her mouth was opened slightly, dazed or impressed I wasn’t sure.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes opened and the blatant lust I saw there burned me. I opened my mouth to say more, but the screaming of tiny baby lungs overpowered me. She blushed, gently pushing on my chest. “I better take care of that,” she said, chewing her bottom lip. I stepped aside and watched her walk down the hall.
If she thought this was over, she was wrong. I hadn’t had my fill yet. I wanted Alexis, and I would have her. There was no way I could live on just a taste.
Chapter Seven
Alexis
My feet carried me down my wing with familiarity, my brain barely acknowledging my surroundings as my heart raced in my chest. Damien’s kiss was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My experience was limited to two guys, both soldiers in my father’s household, but Damien’s skill made them look like children. Entering the nursery made me feel calmer. As predicted, Kiya and Kiera were babbling to each other like they were having a real conversation and sitting in the same crib.
“How do you two do that?” I said, shaking my head. No matter how many times I laid them in separate beds, they’d find a way to be with the other. I hadn’t yet managed to catch them in the act on camera or in person.
Seeing me, Kiya pulled herself to her feet and yelled something that sounded like Yiddish.
I snorted.
“I heard you, girlie. You don’t have to yell.”
Damien had high tech baby gear. Two bottles from the mini fridge went into the baby warmer, and in two minutes it softly hummed to tell me the milk was ready.
“Now who’s going first?”
Kiya held her arms out, curling her little fingers. Out of the two, she was the most outspoken.
“Alright,” I grunted, picking her up and bending to kiss her sister’s forehead. “Be right back, pretty girl.”
I sat in the rocking chair and positioned Kiya in the crook of my arm. She wiggled making herself more comfortable and put her hands around the bottle, my hand holding it up from the bottom.
I didn’t have to do much but rub her little arm and inhale the scent of baby powder.
“You’re so pretty. Did you know that?” Her brown eyes were on mine, intense and focused. “You probably got that from your dad.”
Granted I had never met her mom, but I was biased. I thought her daddy was the sexiest man in hell.
“You know there’s a chair for that,” his deep voice startled me.
“Hmm?” I said, staring at his daughter instead of him. I hadn’t even processed his kiss yet, and here he was so close again.
“That chair over there will let you feed the girls at the same time,” he said, sitting in the chair beside me.
“Yeah, I know but I like the one on one time, and I think the girls do too.” As if to prove my point, Kiya’s little hand fisted my shirt. “Babies need that,” I said, nuzzling Kiya’s cheek.
“You’re probably right.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his chair begin rocking back and forth. “I’m a bit clueless when it comes to them. The boys, they’re no problem. But the girls, they make my chest hurt from loving them so much.”
If I weren’t holding a baby in my arms, I would swoon. How adorable was a man talking about his love for his daughters? “I think you’ve done an amazing job so far.”
“Thanks, but I had help,” he said, and I glanced up in time to see his smile. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure. You’re my boss. I think I’m required to answer.”
“No. You can tell me to screw off if you want.”
I gasped. “I would never.” That was a punishable offense, and so far, the only person I knew got away with that was his PA, or more truthfully, his mother. I frowned.
“What was that face?”
“Nothing. Go ahead. Ask your question,” I said, rubbing Kiya’s back to calm her fussing. She stilled and continued sucking.
“Are you single?”
“That’s an easy one. Yes.”
Neither one of us spoke, and the silence was a small relief. Finally, he said, “You’re not going to ask me?”
“Ask you what? I thought this was a one-sided questionnaire.”
“Ask me anything. You can ask me if I’m single…if you want.”
I knew what he was doing, but my head warred with my heart. I should not ask him. He was my boss. It would be inappropriate. Nothing could come from this but… “Are you single?”
“Yes.”
That was a surprise. Hell’s reputation of him said he was a bit of a womanizer and a monster in bed.
“You don’t believe me?”
“Well…that is kind of surprising.”
“Why?”
“According to Hellion legend, you rarely have an empty bed.”
“Those are just rumors. I haven’t been with a woman since…” He paused as if trying to remember. “Between the kids and war, I’m too busy to date. That’s why I need a nanny.”
I laughed. “I don’t know why but I thought you’d have help for that. I never imagined the Devil doing dishes or folding clothes.”
He shrugged as I pulled the empty bottle from Kiya’s mouth. “I’m just like your average man except with godlike abilities, wealth, and good looks,” he said so innocently I laughed.
“Do you mind burping her?” I said
, handing him the full baby.
Kiera was standing, staring at her sister as if there was an invisible tie tethering the two together. I stood to get her and kissed the top of her head. “Are you ready, little miss? It’s your turn.” I hugged her close and danced with her while I grabbed her bottle.
“You’re really good with her,” he said, watching me sit and adjust her as I had her sister and feed her.
“Thanks. I love children.”
“Do you have any?”
I choked. “Absolutely not. My father would kill me. I’m waiting to get married first.”
He smirked and nodded. “You’re right. Your dad is all commander, though most girls your age are having as much sex as they like.”
I was very aware of that. It seemed I was destined to be the good girl in the only place where being bad was encouraged.
“I know,” I said, blushing at having this conversation with Damien, “but to each her own.”
“Indeed,” he said as Kiera starting sucking on her bottle and Kiya burped.
“Good girl,” I cooed at her and patted Kiera on the back.
“I hope you don’t think this is weird, but that is so sexy,” he growled.
“What is?” I said, my arm hair standing on end from the energy in the room.
“You… with my kids. You really know what you’re doing, and I’ve never had someone be so comfortable with them… or me.” He leaned down to put a wiggling Kiya in her playpen. “It makes me want to do something to you.”
Kiera fake-cried telling me she wanted to join her sister and with my hands free, there was nothing to protect me from the way Damien was staring at me. “Something like what?” I asked, only barely recovered from the kissing.
He stood and held out his hand. “Come with me?”
I shouldn’t, but I took his hand, and he teleported us to his bedroom.
“Woah,” I said, looking around. It wasn’t dark like I thought. There was a lot of black and white, with splashes of red accents around the room.
“I need to touch you, angel, lick you and taste your honey. If you don’t want me to, you need to tell me now, because once I start, I have a feeling there won’t be any stopping me. Do you understand?”
I had never had a man between my legs before. Only in my dreams, and the idea of Damien’s mouth on my pussy had my mouth extra dry, so I simply nodded, my breath hitching in my chest and a surge of heat ran straight down to my core.
He smiled almost evilly. “Lay down,” he ordered softly.
Damien undressed me, slowly as if he was savoring every new glimpse. It had been less than a week since I met him, but every time he smiled at me my heart raced. He was charming, fun, and insanely sexy. It was a wonder I had lasted this long without ending up in his bed. He pulled my shirt over my head, my hair tumbling over my shoulders, and kissed my neck.
“I love your hair,” he said, combing his fingers through it before pushing me onto my back. He popped the button of my jeans and rolled the material down, taking my panties with it, kissing my hips as he went. And then I was naked except for my bra.
“Stunning,” he said, sliding to his knees at the edge of the bed.
He cupped my ass and yanked me forward until my legs were dangling over the bed. I could feel his heated breath on my moist slit, and my heart beat against my chest like a bird in a cage.
“Um. Damien?”
“Yeah?” His voice was low and feral. I pushed myself up to see his face and his eyes were no longer the deep gold that I loved. They were red, the passion burning within him plainly visible.
“I have to tell you something.” I felt like I should say it quick and get it over with. “I’m a virgin.” How embarrassing. If he were surprised, disgusted or disappointed, I couldn’t tell.
His eyes widened, and he leaned back. “You’re a virgin.”
“Yes, but it’s not a big deal. I’m ready. I just thought I should tell you.”
He shook his head. “You can’t lose it like this. You deserve dinner and rose petals and all that romantic shit that I won’t give you.”
I sat up and placed my hands on his shoulders. I could see the slight panic in his eyes. “Damien, I need you to listen.”
“I’m listening,” he ground out, obviously trying to rein his passion in. His brain seemed to be going a mile a minute.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself. What I was thinking about saying was bold for me and even bolder considering who I was saying it to but it needed to be said “I am ready to lose my virginity. I want to lose it right now and I want to lose it to you. The only thing you need to ask me is how I want to lose it. I don’t care about anything else.”
He studied my face, maybe to see if I meant it or if I had any doubts but I didn’t. I was sure. My head raised in confidence and defiance, ready with another retort if he denied me again. I wanted the Devil in my bed and no one else.
Seeing whatever he needed to see, he said, “Alright. Would you prefer to lose your virginity on my cock or my fingers?”
His words sent hot lava through my veins. The pleasure of such illicit words, heavy with meaning and passion, made my nipples go rock hard, and my core flooded with proof of my lust.
“I want your cock.”
“Then we’ll save my fingers for later,” he promised, before placing a kiss on my bare stomach. His hand covered my entire stomach as he pushed, a reminder I was supposed to be laying on my back. He grabbed my ankles, positioning them on his shoulders, then ran his tongue over my wet slit.
He didn’t dive right in like I thought he would. Instead, he teased me, kissing up my thighs, his tongue playing in the crevasse of my knees and up the folds of my legs. He kissed my lower stomach and blew into my belly button, exploring as if we had all night. I moaned softly, not completely understanding the feelings I was having. The heat seemed to build to a crescendo, and I needed something, I just wasn’t sure what. The passion was overwhelming and I wanted to beg him, but I was lost in the maelstrom of sensations.
“Damien, please,” I cried out, not knowing what I was asking for.
He chuckled darkly, clearly in charge, and spread my legs wider. He bit the underside of my ass cheek, and I squealed, gripping the bed sheets as his tongue slid across my virgin slit.
“Oh my god.”
His tongue slid across my pussy, and I jerked. His hands were sure on my hips, holding me down as his tongue continued as far as it could go before hitting that slight barrier inside of me. My pussy clenched, longing for something more. Pleasure washed over me as his fingers played at my entrance, swirling in my wetness before reaching up to caress my breast and tweak my hard nipple.
“Squeeze these,” he said before his hand returned to its resting place on my hip bone.
I’d never imagined I’d be this woman, spread eagle and lost to pleasure, ready to do whatever he wanted, but I was. I squeezed my tits, playing with my nipples just as I had the first time I came with Damien’s name on my lips and undulated, rubbing my clit against his face. It wasn’t enough. It was too much. I needed more. My thighs had to be squeezing his head, but he said nothing as he devoured my unpenetrated flower. True to his word, he never pushed far, his hands stayed on my hips and on my clit, massaging me to orgasm.
I was practically crawling out of my skin. “Damien,” I moaned, needing more. His fingers. His cock. More. His tongue was glorious and perfect, but not deep enough where I was so hot it almost hurt.
He leaned up so I could see his face. The sheen on his lips and cheeks stole my breath. “You sure? This is your last chance to stop me.”
“Yes!” I was delusional with want. I was sure of that and nothing else.
“Yes,” he whispered darkly, his head lowering again, just as someone knocked on the door.
“What?” he growled so loudly, clearly angry enough for the both of us. Why did we have to be interrupted right now?
“Sir, I have a message. It’s urgent.”
He groaned.
“Fuck. Duty calls. Wait for me, baby. I’ll be right back,” he said with red eyes from lust, anger, or longing, I wasn’t sure. “And. Don’t. Move.”
“Go ahead,” I managed to squeak out, so crazed with need that I was pretty sure if I just flicked my clit, my orgasm would tear through me. He must have seen the thought in my eyes, because he ordered harshly, “And if you touch yourself while I’m gone, I’ll hold you on the brink for hours when I get back.”
He stalked to the door, still clothed, and cracked open the door. “Talk. Fast.”
I couldn’t hear what was said, but when Damien closed the door, his head banged on the wood, and I saw him try to gather the shreds of his control.
“What’s wrong?”
“I have to go.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah. There’s an uprising in the south. The longer I wait, the more soldiers die.”
Right. He was the Supreme Ruler of Hell. Who was I to keep him hostage in bed? “Okay. I understand. Go. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“I will be back to finish this. I promise, and I always keep my promises,” he said before yanking my mouth to his.
He let me go and I watched him leave, still dazed with my own passion. Good grief. Who needed a devil on your shoulder when you had one in your bed?
Chapter Eight
Damien
War.
It served its purpose and was so ingrained in my life I wouldn’t know how to stop if I had to. There was always a battle to fight, spoils to take, land to defend, and I could feel it in my blood.
But the thrill of the hunt was not what it once was for me. Instead of feeling invigorated, I felt ready for it to be over because I wanted to get back to a certain luscious nanny and my kids.
Five days. That’s how long I lasted. Every day spent in battle was another day my heart and mind had to complain. I was too far from where I wanted to be… I needed her, and that was the key to winning this war. Most people thought to win a war you needed to have nothing to lose, but that just made you careless. You were more apt to die when you had no reason other than winning. I had so many reasons to make it home.
