Afterward, I pulled her into my arms and held her close. “We should get cleaned up.”
She curled her hand behind my neck. “Are you sorry?”
“For what?”
“That we’re going to have a baby?”
I smiled. “No, sweetheart. I’m not sorry. I only hope you don’t change your mind. This isn’t something I can undo.”
“I love you, Rorlan. More than anything.”
“I love you, too, Larissa. And I’ll love our children just as much.”
With a brilliant smile on her face, she kissed me gently, her lips petal soft against mine. I wondered what I’d ever done without her. She’d been part of my life for years, but only with me as her shadow. Now, having felt her arms around me, felt her love, I couldn’t imagine living my life without her. She was everything to me, and I would do anything for her. I only hoped she realized just how much I loved her. I would tell her every day for the rest of eternity, but I wasn’t sure that would be enough. She’d given me a precious gift -- herself. I only hoped I was worthy.
Dominguez
Jessica Coulter Smith
A single night of passion, or a lifetime of love?
Dominguez is known for his self-control, so imagine his surprise when that control snaps and he has a passionate encounter with his charge and gets her pregnant. Facing fatherhood isn’t something he’d ever expected to do, but now he finds himself looking forward to it. But before Dominguez and Amara can find their happily ever after, they have to discover why other demons are after her.
Dedication
Thank you to my Muse -- Tomi
Chapter One
I stood in the realm between hell and Earth, watching and waiting. I could feel Amara’s panic, but she didn’t seem to be in any harm at the moment. A paddle lay nearby and her ass was a rosy pink, so I assumed her lovers had used it on her already. I was rather surprised she’d allowed it. After being her guardian for the past seven years, I knew her preferences, and BDSM just wasn’t one of them. Neither was a ménage a trois, for that matter. And yet here she was, a collar around her neck, the chain in one of her lovers’ hands. The other man stood in front of her with his cock aimed at her luscious lips. I’d fantasized once or twice about that mouth myself.
She shook her head and tried to back up, but the other man crowded her.
“Be a good slave and suck his cock,” he ordered.
I narrowed my eyes. I knew it was part of the game, but I didn’t like his tone.
She shook her head again and leaned away from the man once more. The one who seemed to be in charge jerked at the chain and hissed at her. “You’ll do what you’re told. You’ll suck his cock and take my dick in your ass at the same time, and you’ll like it.”
I could see the fear in her eyes and knew things had gone on long enough. What might have started as innocent fun was turning into something sinister. Stepping out of the shadows, I made my presence known. It was one thing to play, but what they had in mind was something else entirely.
I moved directly into their line of sight and watched as first one paled, and then the other. My blue skin and black tattoos marked me as a demon, and they recognized that fact. But if there had been any doubt, my nearly black eyes and the small horns jutting from my forehead would’ve sealed the deal. “Release her.”
The chain dropped to the floor and Amara crawled to my side, wrapping her arms around my leg. I might be a demon, but she knew who her savior was in this instance. She made a rather pretty picture sitting at my feet with that collar around her throat. But I doubted it was an image I’d ever see again.
“I do believe she told you no,” I advised the men. “You do know what that word means, don’t you?”
“She agreed to come here with us. She knew what she was getting into,” the first one said, trying to sound braver than he was as he stood there quaking in terror.
“Obviously things were going further than she wanted. The next time a woman tells you no, you’d better listen. And don’t even think of looking at Amara again. Don’t come near her. Is that clear?”
They both nodded adamantly.
Gathering Amara in my arms, I blinked us out of there and back to her apartment. Setting her on her feet, I ushered her into the bathroom. After starting the shower, I unfastened the collar from around her neck and tossed it in the trash. Holding out a hand, I waited until she took it. “You need to wash their scent from your body. It will make you feel better,” I told her.
She placed a shaky hand in mine and let me assist her into the shower. I watched as she reached for the bar of soap and promptly dropped it. Falling to her knees, she tried to grab it again, but ended up letting out a sob and burying her face in her hands.
With a sigh, I disrobed and climbed in the shower with her. Kneeling in front of her, I gently pulled her into my arms. I was a little surprised when she came willingly. I’d expected her to stiffen up or at least fight me a little, what with me being naked and all, but she seemed to trust me. I hoped I didn’t betray that trust. My hard cock was begging to find a home inside her sweet warmth, but I was doing my best to control the monster.
I tried to read her thoughts, but they were chaotic and I couldn’t quite grasp them. She was obviously still shaken from her encounter, and her mind, as well as her body, was in turmoil. There was nothing for me to do except calm and soothe her the best I could.
“They can’t harm you, Amara. You’re safe now.”
“How did you find me?” she asked. “How did you know I was in trouble?”
“I’m your guardian. I always know when you’re in trouble.”
Her brow furrowed. “Like a guardian angel?”
I chuckled. “Yes, except I’m a demon.”
“I don’t care if you’re a purple alien. You rescued me. I can only imagine what would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t come along when you did. They would’ve forced me, I’m sure. I was stupid to go with them, but it seemed like harmless fun. They didn’t seem like men who would hurt me.”
“You should never enter into something like that unless you know the person and trust them. You could’ve been seriously hurt tonight.”
She shuddered in my arms.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I picked up the soap and placed it in her hand.
She swiped the soap down her arms in jerky movements, missing more of her skin than not. Taking the bar from her, I lathered my hands and soaped her skin, using slow, easy motions. I didn’t want to scare her. When I reached her breasts, I wasn’t sure what to do. In a normal situation, I wouldn’t hesitate, but this was far from normal.
Amara took my hands in hers and guided them over her breasts and down the valley between them. As my palms slid down her torso to her hips, her gaze flicked up to meet mine. With her eyes steady on mine, she slipped my hand between her legs. Her pussy was bare and oh so soft. I longed to taste it, to feel that smooth skin against my tongue.
Lust hit me, more mine than hers. I felt uncertainty from her, and from what little I could glean from her thoughts, she wanted reassurance that sex wasn’t about violence. I wasn’t sure what to do… give in to my desire or push her away?
Trying to gain control of myself, I washed her as quickly as possible. The water beating down on us rinsed her almost as fast as I could soap her skin. I held out a hand to help her stand, but instead she curled her arms around my neck. Not knowing what else to do, I embraced her, giving in to my desires. The feel of her soft, supple body pressed tight against mine was creating havoc with my self-control.
“I want you,” she whispered, pressing her lips against mine.
I could do little more than return her kiss, parting her lips with my tongue before delving inside for a taste. She even tasted of sweetness, innocence, all things good. It drove me to want to possess her, own her, make her mine in every way. But she’d already shown she wasn’t up for that. I couldn’t give in to my demands.
“We can’t,” I told her.<
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“Why not?”
I lightly stroked her throat. “Because the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen was you kneeling at my feet with that collar around your neck. Because I’d want to tie you up and have my wicked way with you. Have you submit to me completely. And it’s obvious to me that you aren’t into that kind of thing.”
She toyed with my hair, and I found I liked it.
“What if I let you do those things to me? What if I said that I wanted that with you, that I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, but you would keep me safe? You claim you’re my guardian, after all.”
I caressed the silky skin along her ribs. “You would trust me that much? Even though we just met? Even after what you’ve been through today?”
“If you’re truly my guardian, you would never bring me harm, right? I couldn’t be safer than I am right now.”
“Right.”
“Then, yes, I trust you.”
Kissing her like a starving man, I shut off the water and lifted her out of the tub. When I pulled back, her lips were swollen and pink, making me want to kiss her again. I reached for a towel and quickly dried both of us before leading her back into the bedroom. Her bed wasn’t very large, but it would have to do, at least, for now. I didn’t want to scare her by taking her to hell just yet. I did, however, wish I had some of my toys, or at least a very good pair of handcuffs or some rope.
A scarf half hanging out of a drawer gave me an idea. I walked over to the dresser and pulled the drawer open. A multitude of scarves were thrown in haphazardly, an explosion of color and texture. Choosing two long silk ones, I turned to her with a smile.
Amara eyed the scarves with curiosity, but didn’t tell me no. When I ordered her onto the bed, she complied immediately, kneeling in the middle. Straddling her small form, I urged her down onto her back. I gently took her hands in mine and lifted them over her head, securing them to the headboard. I checked her reaction, pleased to see there was no fear in her eyes. I tied her loosely, giving her room to get away if she needed to, not wanting to scare her like the men had earlier.
Running my hands down her slim curves, I leaned forward and took one of her nipples into my mouth, the bud hard against my tongue. I gently nipped her and smiled as I felt her legs come around me, holding me to her. Turning my attention to the other side, laving the rosy tip before sucking it into my mouth, I felt her tug at her bonds and knew it wouldn’t take much for her to break free.
I nuzzled the space between her breasts. “You liked that, didn’t you, Amara?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Very much.”
I started to move further down her body, but her legs had trapped me. In hindsight, I should’ve tied her legs, too. But I had to admit I rather liked the feel of them wrapped around me. I tried to inch down her body again, but she still gave no quarter.
“Amara, you have to let go.”
“But I like you where you are.”
“I promise you’re going to like where I’m going even more. But you have to release me first.”
She looked stubborn for a moment, her chin tilted just so, her lips firmed. But then she smiled, transforming her face into something angelic and really rather quite charming, and her legs loosened. I slid down her body and settled between her thighs, my hands caressing them as I pushed them wider apart. While I’d done this before, Amara was different. This wasn’t just a quick fuck to me. It actually meant something. That should’ve scared the hell out of me, but I was oddly okay with it. I’d watched her for years and had felt a pull every time I’d been near her, something more than what a guardian should feel for his charge.
Licking the seam of her pussy, I gathered her nectar on my tongue, the taste tangy and uniquely hers. The scent of her arousal had my cock aching to be inside of her, but I wanted to please her first. I’d never really cared before whether or not I pleased a woman before I got off, so this was something new for me. It should’ve confused me at the very least, but there was a voice inside of me telling me everything would be okay, that this was right, that I was meant to be here with Amara, just like this.
My tongue stroked the silky soft skin of her pussy, loving the feel of that bare skin. On the next stroke, I dipped inside, needing more of her flavor. She gasped and arched her back, her thighs tensing around me. I’d never watched her have sex, well, not for long, and I wondered if anyone had ever given her pleasure like this before. The idea of another man’s mouth on her in such an intimate way didn’t please me in the slightest. With startling clarity, I realized I wanted Amara to be mine, in every way possible. I somehow doubted she would tie herself to a demon, but I could dream about the possibility.
My tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy again, seeking that sweet bundle of nerves that would drive her to distraction. Circling her hardened clit, I watched as her breathing increased and her hands fisted. I skirted around the button that I knew would send her rocketing off, prolonging her pleasure. Her body grew more and more tense, and a whimper escaped her lips.
When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she cried out, lifting her hips toward me and tugging at her bonds until her hands came free. She buried her fingers in my hair as I brought her to orgasm, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her fragile body. She trembled in my arms as she came back down to earth and I kissed the inside of her thigh. Rising over her, I looked down into her mesmerizing eyes.
“I need you,” she whispered. “I don’t even know your name, but I need you.”
My lips tipped up in a smile. Leave it to me to forget to tell her my name. But then, I’d had other things on my mind.
“Dominguez. My name is Dominguez.”
“Make love to me, Dominguez.”
Is that what this was? I knew it was different from anything I’d ever experienced before, but I hadn’t had a name for it. Of course, I knew nothing of love, other than what I’d witnessed by watching humans over the years. I didn’t know her enough to love her. We’d just met, but I knew this went beyond fucking. Was I making love to her?
I placed my cock against the lips of her pussy and slowly sank into her warmth, not wanting to hurt her. Tinta demons were larger than most men and I didn’t want to cause her pain. Buried inside of her, I closed my eyes, savoring the moment. Nothing had ever felt so right, so perfect. With infinite tenderness, I began to move, retreating and then sliding back into her warmth, into heaven, or as close to it as I would ever get. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her legs around my waist. With her body pressed against mine, my cock buried inside of her, I was happier than I’d ever been.
Amara pulled my head down for a kiss as my strokes became faster and deeper. I felt her body tremble and knew she was close to her release. I continued to move in and out of her, creating a delicious friction that was driving both of us mad with lust and desire. Without warning, her pussy gripped my cock like a vise, and then she was coming, calling out my name as her fingernails dug into my shoulders. Feeling a complete loss of control, I plunged into her harder, faster. A sudden image of Amara carrying my child flashed in my mind, right before I filled her with my seed.
She lay panting in my arms, her eyes blinking at me as if she were a bit dazed. And I had to admit, I was feeling rather dazed myself. Especially after I realized what I’d done. Thanks to that image, that glorious image of Amara pregnant with my child, I’d done exactly that -- gotten her pregnant. If I’d only held onto my control a bit better, policed my thoughts a bit more, maybe I could’ve prevented conception. How would she take the news? Something told me it wasn’t going to go well.
“I should get you cleaned up,” I said, pressing a kiss to her lips.
She pressed a hand to my sweaty chest and smiled. “I think we could both stand to have a shower.”
Rising from the bed, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the small bathroom. I set her down on her feet and started the water, adjusting it to just the right temperature. After helping her in, I got in and reached for the s
hampoo. Washing her was going to be something I enjoyed thoroughly.
I lathered and rinsed her hair. If her closed eyes and smile were any indication, she seemed to like it. After conditioning the long locks, I began washing her body. When I reached between her legs to wash my seed from her, I knew it was time to have a talk with her about the repercussions of our lovemaking.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” I began. “It’s about what we did a minute ago.”
She toyed with the ends of my hair. “You mean when you made love to me?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she said. “I’ve never felt so… safe, cared for, so loved.”
Loved?
“I know you humans use contraception when you… make love.”
Her eyes widened. “We didn’t use anything.”
“A demon can control whether or not he gets someone pregnant. I’ve never had children and I’ve been alive for two and a half centuries. But… I don’t know how to say this.”
She flattened a hand against my chest.
“I lost control of my thoughts a moment ago. Well, maybe it’s something more than that. Think of it more as a sudden yearning that I had and my body decided to make my desires come true.”
Her brow furrowed. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you’re pregnant.”
Her hand dropped to her stomach. “How can you be sure?”
“I just am. I’m sorry, I know it isn’t what you want to hear, and I’d change things if I could.”
“You’d change what we did?” she asked softly.
“No, never that. But I’d change you being pregnant. I know you didn’t anticipate that happening.”
She was quiet for a moment and I could tell she was digesting my words. Her thoughts were racing and I knew she felt disbelief, panic, then… acceptance? That didn’t seem right. She should be furious with me. Outraged. And yet she stood before me completely calm and at ease. What kind of woman could just accept the fact she was pregnant with a demon’s child?
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