One Night with the Demon Prince: Paranormal Fantasy Demon/Dragon Shifter Romance (Paranormal Protection Agency Book 9)

by Mina Carter

  His lips were so damn soft.

  A whimper rose in her throat and she wriggled to get closer to him. His hard body was packed with muscles she’d admired from afar. Hot, dense, solid muscles…She flattened her palms over his pecs, not sure if she had the courage to explore farther.

  Sliding his hand into the nape of her neck, he tilted her head and seduced her with his lips. She’d heard demons were masters of the sensual arts, so skilled as lovers that their victims happily handed over their souls for just one more kiss, but she’d never believed it. Not of him. Not of Raterrenh…

  Rat suited him better.

  He was all hard edges and attitude, with the body of a dark angel and a face that would tempt many a woman into sin. Dark eyes, high cheekbones, and a noble nose were set above lips too sensual for any mortal man. Lips that whispered over hers, going from soft and gentle as he explored, to hard and dominant.

  His hands cupped her face, his tongue brushing the closed seam of her lips. A hot demand for access she gave into instantly. She’d ignored the spark between them the moment they’d met. Dragon queen, demon prince. They would be like oil and water…they were too different to make this work. Surely?

  Who cares if it doesn’t work…it only needs to be one night…

  The scales fell from her eyes. One night. It only had to be one night.

  She’d planned to experiment, use a human guy to find out if sex was as good in the flesh as it seemed when she’d been a passenger for all those years. But why a human guy? Why not Rat? Why go second rate when she could have the best…and she knew Rat would be good. He had that bad boy swagger and dangerous edge that screamed virility and experience.

  Making her decision, she parted her lips to let him in.

  He started, but didn’t miss a beat. A second later he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Thrust in to find hers and slide against it. Brushing, stroking, teasing…claiming.

  Her moan was unbidden, as was the heat that exploded in her veins to race through her body. Tingles began low in her stomach, reaching quivering tendrils outward. Downward. Her pussy clenched, aching for something she’d never experienced. For a feeling she knew, yet didn’t. For something she knew he could give her.

  Kissing him back, she sucked on his tongue. He growled again and let go of her face to pull her hard against his body. She gasped as she collided with his solid frame. He was harder than the human she’d been dancing with. Even though he had been fit, his chiseled muscles and six pack evident of time spent in the gym, Rat was harder. Like he wasn’t made of flesh and blood…

  Demons are made of fire, sin…and sex.

  The thought insinuated itself into her mind at the same moment his large hand spread over the back of her hips and pulled them flush against his. The thick, hard bar of his cock prodded her softer belly, leaving her no doubt how much he wanted this. A low hum started in the center of her chest but she ignored it to focus on the here and now.

  Her train of thought didn’t so much scatter as explode like a supernova going critical. She broke away, mouth open to say something, but words failed her.

  He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his deep voice silken temptation. “You’re mine, Baby. I’m going to take you home and come morning, your entire block’ll know my name.”

  She blinked, distracted by the whisper of his lips over the soft spot just below her ear. “You won’t have time to introduce yourself if we…you know.”

  “Sweetheart, I won’t be introducing myself…” He chuckled, tilting her chin to kiss her throat under her chin.

  “Then how will they know?”

  He pulled back to look into her eyes, and heat blazed there. Not the heat of desire, although that was there in spades, but actual flames danced in the orbs for a moment before he blinked and reasserted his human eyes. Her dragon growled, wanting to curl around the heat.

  “Because you’ll be screaming my name all night.”

  Chapter Three

  The cab ride was mercifully swift. Half in Rat’s lap for the duration, she kept her attention on him rather than their journey. Whatever else Baby could say about him, he sure as hell could kiss. Teasing and tempting her with his lips and tongue, he kept her riding the edge of need and unfulfilled desire until she wasn’t sure which way was up.

  Through it all, he hadn’t touched her tits or below the waist. The most he’d done was brushed the back of his thumb against the underside of her breast. The soft touch had been enough to steal her breath and any thought other than to press closer to him.

  “Not here, sweetheart,” he whispered against her lips.

  As he pulled away she realized the cab had pulled up outside her apartment block. He urged her out of the back of the vehicle, paying the fare, and within a minute they stood alone on the sidewalk.

  His face in shadow, he studied her, his big body tight with control. She felt the need and lust rolling off him in waves. Her inner dragon wanted to pull him closer and revel in it. Kiss him until neither of them could think, until he was buried deeply inside her, moving within her in that age old danc—

  “Carry on looking at me like that and we won’t make it up to your place,” he growled in warning, setting her away from him when she moved in for a kiss. Hands firm on her upper arms, he looked at her directly.

  “Do you want this? Fuck, listen to me…” He broke away with a laugh, shoving a hand through his hair as he turned, obviously trying to regain his composure. Finally he looked back at her, his eyes burned with twin flames of desire. “I’m so fucking hard…I want you so much it hurts, Baby, but if you’re not sure then say now. If we get up there, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.”

  The big bad demon was giving her an out.

  Stunned for a moment, Baby stood there. That he wanted her had never been a secret, he’d been making offers since he and a group of PPA operatives had rescued her from the Dragos magician who’d drained her blood to fuel his power. But she thought that was it, that all he wanted was to slake his lust on her human body. This…made her think it went deeper than that. What the hell did she say to that?

  Her inner dragon prompted her into movement and she sauntered forward. Rat watched her, expression unreadable and hard, as she reached him. Thrilled with a sense of her own power, her own feminine power, not the magic in her dragon blood, she reached up to brush gentle fingertips over his masculine jaw. The skin was raspy with stubble. She’d never seen him completely clean-shaven and now she realized why. He’d have a five o’clock shadow at ten in the morning.

  What would it feel like against her lips? Without conscious thought, she moved closer, lifting on her toes to press a kiss against his chin. Just one, letting her lips linger, to see what he’d do. The answer was nothing. Hands at his side, he stayed frozen in place, letting her do what she wanted.

  Game on.

  A small smile curving her lips, she kissed him again, then dipped her tongue into the slight cleft in the center of his chin. He tensed at the soft brush, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

  “You don’t play fair,” his complaint was ragged, and nowhere near human. The deep timbers sent a shiver of excitement right to her clit. She pressed closer, rubbed her full breasts against his chest and kissed him again. Her lips explored along his jaw and trailed down onto his neck.

  “Since when did you expect that, Raterrenh?” She nipped his earlobe gently. “I’m not nice. I’m a dragon, remember? And I want this…I want you. Now, are we going up or do I need to go back to the club to find that huma¬—”

  She didn’t finish the words. He snarled and his lips crashed down over hers, tongue forcing them apart so he could drive within. Heat and need blasted through her as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. She clutched at his shoulders for support, feeling the ground tilt beneath her feet and the air rush past them.

  “Wow,” she murmured when he broke the kiss. “I’ve heard of rocking someone’s world but that was…”

  It was only when he pressed he
r backward against the cool glass of her own balcony doors that she realized they were no longer on the sidewalk. She blinked, her apartment was the penthouse, this balcony only accessible from the air…

  His lips quirked a moment before he bent his head and claimed her lips again. This time all bets were off. He used every inch of his body against hers, hard frame pressing her softer one against the glass. Still he didn’t touch her, hands placed either side of her head. The night air coiled around them, and she summoned shadows, using them to tug at his shirt and slide beneath to reach his skin.

  He shivered, pulling away to nip at her full lower lip. “Playing games, Baby? Sure you want to go there with me?”

  She used a tendril to wrap around and tweak his nipple. “Always.”

  The growl came out of nowhere, his face hard, implacable. She was beginning to realize it was a mask and the fires within ran deep. Hell kind of deep. “You’re not as innocent as you smell.”

  She shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve lived countless times, watching from my sleeping place. Lived and died and loved. This body is innocent. I am not.”

  “Good.” His grin spread over his face slowly. The effect made her catch her breath. He wasn’t merely an immortal…he was a dark god sent to tempt her into sin. “Because that lets me do this…”

  He hijacked her shadow tendrils, edging them with fire that didn’t burn to wrap around her wrists. She gasped as they were hauled above her head and held firm. Trapped. Helpless. At his mercy.

  Fuck, yeah… Her clit ached in approval and her breathing hitched as he dropped to his knees in front of her. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you.”

  His big hands looped around her ankles and urged them farther apart. A wash of cooler air kissed her inner thighs and she bit her lip. Then bit it harder when his hands stroked up her legs.

  “Stockings…that was just fucking low. How was I supposed to resist when I saw these peeking out?” he asked, fingertips tracing the edge of the lace where it peeped from under her hem. For a moment, he seemed content to do just that, but then flattened his palms over her thighs, fingers sliding under her hem, pushing upward. Her dress caught on his strong wrists, carried over her hips by the movement.

  Her cheeks burned with heat as he uncovered her, revealing the suspenders and the tiny matching thong panties. The growl and bite of his fingers into the flesh of her hips told her he liked them.

  “Low…these have to go.” His voice was deep and nonhuman; the demon tones whispering across her skin and reaching her clit hidden beneath the thin satin. Tangling his fingers in the thin straps, he yanked. There was a thin bite of pain and they snapped, her pussy exposed to the night air as he discarded the ruined garment behind him.

  He looked at her and she quivered, her stomach full of butterflies. She’d never done this, not really, and certainly not in this body, her real body. Did he like what he saw? Was she…normal for a human female?

  “Beautiful,” he breathed. Moving forward, he hooked a hand behind one of her knees and looped it over his shoulder. His hot breath washed over her pussy lips and she sucked a breath in. He was going to…

  His hand around her other knee made her squeak, sure she was going to fall as he looped her remaining leg over his shoulder, carrying all her weight.

  “No…I’m too heavy!” she argued, but the bonds around her wrists held her firmly, extra tendrils wrapping around her forearms as she sagged between them and his knees.

  “You weigh less than a feather.” The words were puffs of air against her pussy. His wide shoulders kept her legs parted and he reached between them to part her lower lips gently. Her clit throbbed as it was revealed to the air and his gaze.

  “You’re hot and wet for me already, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he murmured, and leaned in to sweep his tongue over her.

  A jolt of pleasure sizzled through her and her hips bucked, as though eager to offer more of herself to him. Liquid heat rolled through her veins, rendering her weak. He rumbled deeply in his throat, crowding closer as he circled her clit. Little licks alternated with longer ones, from her slit to her clit, but he avoided where she needed him most. Her clit throbbed, needing more, needing anything.

  Big hands cupped her ass, holding her opened to him, her hips angled where he desired. His tongue swept down to probe the entrance to her body. She couldn’t breathe, her lungs frozen as he circled. Endless circles around her needy cunt. She wanted to scream at him to get on with it, to buck and thrash against him as the tension within her built and built.

  He stabbed his tongue deep, thrust it within the grasp of her needy body and she rewarded him with a rush of heat. He growled, agile tongue stroking and sliding within her. Stronger and thicker than she remembered from her illicit ride-alongs, but he was a demon…

  He pulled back just as she thought she was going to crack, and licked the length of her lips. His tongue brushed her clit, just once, and she almost broke there and then. With a chuckle, he latched onto the small nub of nerves. Wet heat surrounded her, the experience so erotic and wonderful she arched against him.

  He sucked, and she cried out in need, but he didn’t stop. Lips firm around her clit, he sucked and flicked the little bundle with his tongue. Her body moved of its own accord, hips bucking to ride the pleasure he offered her. His hands moved from her ass cheeks, sliding inward. Parting her pussy lips, he thrust a finger deep within her soaked channel. Pumped leisurely as he built her pleasure with his lips and tongue.

  She lost control of her breathing, panting and straining against him. Pleasure the likes of which she’d never experienced filled her body. Who knew sex could be this good? It certainly hadn’t been in all the lives she’d witnessed. Perhaps it was something to do with this being her body, not someone else’s.

  He let go her clit and pulled his finger away at the same time. She pouted in disappointment but his words filled her with fire. “Fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart. I need to make sure you can take all of me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she panted, straining against her bonds again.

  They didn’t budge, merely wound their way farther down her arms. When they reached her shoulders, they wrapped around her collarbones and slithered lower, under the fabric of her dress…reached her breasts. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks as the tendrils found and tweaked them. A line of fire arrowed through her body, pulling on her clit, and she groaned.

  “Rat…please…” She wasn’t above begging, not now. Who would have thought she’d react to the handsome demon’s touch this way.

  The prophecy said the biggest, baddest warrior, the little voice in the back of her head pointed out. And a demon prince certainly fits the bill…

  He moved, big muscles bunching in his shoulders. She barely had time to draw breath before he latched onto her clit again. This time though, he wasn’t playing. He attacked the bunch of nerves ruthlessly. Sucked, licked, and flicked. Thrust two fingers deep into her aching pussy and finger fucked her.

  Her need spiraled out of control, driving her up and up. Tension filled her body and she knew as soon as it broke she’d be awash with the kind of pleasure she’d only dreamed of. She couldn’t wait. Couldn’t hold on. Couldn’t reach it without him…

  He growled, the vibrations heavenly against her clit. His fingers deep within her curled back and massaged her G-spot. She squirmed, panting. Needing to come. A thick finger pressed against her ass. Slick with her juices, he stroked and pressed against her back entrance. She couldn’t breathe as her body slipped out of her control. He breeched her, slipping just inside.

  She screamed. Pleasure crashed into her, shattering over her and filling her. Wave after wave of ecstasy as her body convulsed around his fingers. Then they were gone and he was there, wrapping strong arms around her.

  “Shhh, sweetheart. I got you,” he murmured, pinning her to the glass door. She barely registered they were both naked and her bonds were done. More demon magic. She didn’
t care about that, nor the fact she had her legs wrapped around his waist.

  What she did care about was the fact that the position nestled the hard bar of his cock in the slick, wet lips of her pussy. Biting her lip, she rocked her hips, sliding along that rigid staff and rubbing the head against her clit.

  “Oh…god. That feels…”

  She couldn’t finish, enthralled by the tight look on his face. Somewhere between pleasure and torture, he let her dry-hump his cock. Let her rub herself against him until her breathing hitched again. How could she be so uncontrolled around him.

  “Amazing. It feels amazing.”

  One word, full of need and heat. He stopped her motion by pinning her between his solid body and the door. She looked up and his gaze pierced her, holding her motionless. Her clit throbbed where it was trapped between them.

  Still holding her gaze, he bent his knees and repositioned himself. Her teeth caught her lower lip as the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy. Thick and wide, she worried she wouldn’t be able to take it. For all her bravado, she’d never actually done this in the flesh.

  “Shhhh…I’ll be gentle,” he promised, flicking his bangs out of his eyes. Gathering her up, he took all her weight in his arms. Then, little by little, he eased her onto his cock. The wide head parted her, stretching the delicate tissues wider and wider. She held her breath, anticipating the pain of her first time.

  “Relax,” he whispered, rocking back and the pressure was gone. When it returned, her body gave and he slipped within her half an inch. His nostrils flared and he did it again, working himself in a little bit more. The sensation, the feeling of flesh against slick flesh and sliding nerves that had never been touched, drew a moan from her. This time he didn’t pull back, merely pushed harder and filled her in one long, slow slide.

  “Fuck,” he whispered when their hips met hers and he stilled. “You…I…you feel so fucking good.”

  Hands braced on his shoulders to push him away in case she’d needed to, she nodded. It felt…there were no words. His cock throbbed within her, heat and sin made flesh. But still her body ached, needed something more…