by TIFFANY
Don’t answer. Don’t answer.
Curiosity won out.
Breathlessly she said, “What?” Shit. Shouldn’t have asked that.
His hot tongued licked her neck then sucked the skin into his mouth where he pressed his teeth along it, a simple, sexy bite. She shivered beneath him, her flesh still in his mouth.
“I could smell your arousal growing and growing. It’s the most fascinating scent I’ve ever smelled. To know that you’re all mine fills me with so much pride, Willow. Chasing you, winning you, and knowing what I’d get to do to you when I did. All kinds of images poured into me. Are you sure you want to know?” He kissed his way to the other side of her neck and stupidly, easily, she let her head fall to the side so he could.
“Yes,” she said raggedly, thick arousal coating her words. It wasn’t a lie. She was dying to know. She struggled to remember why she was supposed to hate this man. Why this was a really, really bad idea. How could anything bad feel this good though? The molten heat of his body melted her, loosened her muscles into a pliant state. His scent invaded her, blended with hers into something delicious, and his words...fascinated her.
“I wanted to win you, claim you.” Nibbles pressed across her soft neck. “I wanted to order you to your knees where you would suck my cock between your soft lips. A prize for me.”
He punctuated his words by passing a brief kiss across her lips. “I thought of ordering you to strip for me, then make you crawl towards me before you turned and offered yourself to me with your beautiful ass raised into the air.”
His teeth dragged along her rapid pulse then bit down. “I thought of licking your pussy until you were begging me to fuck you and ease the burning ache inside you.” His voice was so deep now, so husky. Willow could no longer tell if he was human or shapeshifting into some other form in his lust. She was far too gone for thought.
Suddenly, wonderfully, there were thick fingers against her bare sex. When? How had he gotten rid of her shorts? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She just wanted his fingers there. He petted her, stroked her, then thrust inside.
“I thought of what I’d do after I claimed your body. I’ll take you back to my pack, introduce you to the members, then you’ll please me however I wish. I want to wake up next to you then thrust inside while you’re still waking up.” She moaned at his words, at his wet fingers so easily stretching her, easing yet stoking the ache inside her at the same time. She didn’t even fight the hold he kept on her hands, never once did she think to free them.
The way he spoke now wasn’t what he would have done, but what he would do. It was
like an imminent threat and it tightened something inside her like a coiling snake.
“I will take you hard and fast, then come buried inside your sweet pussy. Then I’ll spend the next days preparing your body for me. I will come on your breasts and nipples and then your ass, which you will raise for me when I want it. Perhaps I will take you there too. You’ve never let a man there, I know. I will take you when I choose, against a wall maybe, then send you to your knees to drink from me. Every pack member will know without a doubt whose you are.
You are mine, Willow.”
The thought as if he was doing it to her right now was so potent. His palm rocked against her bud as his fingers moved inside, and then she jerked hard, moaning as hot waves of pleasure exploded inside her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. The thought spun in her mind that he’d just made her come so easily, with some words and fingers. She’d given in so easily.
“I’ll only ask this once. Let me have your body. Submit to me,” he growled against her neck. She shivered hard even as her mind quickly protested.
“No, never.”
He growled in frustration then his weight was off her body. Willow blinked her heavy eyelids in time to see him climbing between her thighs, his lips near her core.
“No, what are you—”
She never finished her question because then his tongue was licking over her wet,
swollen flesh. She cried out sounds she’d never made in her life before. His shoulders kept her thighs pushed open and his big hands reached up to stroke her stomach, then cup her breasts.
Oh, God. There was no build up to this. She was already so on edge already. His tongue tightened her, coiled her skin tighter until she was about to burst. She felt trapped beneath the weight of his arms, the pressure of his flicking, raspy tongue.
His name floated through her mind, almost had her yelling it, but at the last second she bit her tongue to keep from doing so as hot pulsing waves crashed through her. He kept at her, growling against her wet flesh, prolonging the pleasure as the waves trembled through her like a quake. Shaking, shuddering, she was a trembling mass beneath him, completely at his will.
He gave her one last lingering lick then sat up on his knees, a feral look in his eyes.
Willow had no idea what to say, couldn’t even form words when her tongue felt dry as a desert.
“My turn.” Willow’s eyes shot wide as he reached for his pants, opening the button then pulling down the zipper. “Last chance to let me take you now,” he said, rubbing his hand across her flat stomach.
Dazed, she shook her head. He frowned at her in disappointment, then pushed his pants down to his thighs. His cock fell forward, thick and long, wet at the tip. Willow squirmed at the sight as the ache deep within her throbbed hard. His eyes raked over her body as his hand fisted his cock.
“Give me your mouth.” His words were guttural growl.
“No,” she whispered, her wide eyes fastened on the hand as it stroked up and down his length.
“Willow, you will do this for me as payment for what I just did for you.” She shook her head no, but as he climbed up next to her body and cupped her cheek in his hand, she knew she was too curious to deny him. She had to know what he tasted like.
He turned her head to the side as he aimed at her mouth. Willow’s heart thudded so hard in her chest she wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. He rubbed his cock along the seam of her lips and Willow licked the wet cream he left there. Her eyes popped wide at the taste. It was so masculine, strong, and thick.
“Open for me, beautiful Willow.” And she did.
The hot length of him pushed inside her mouth, flattening her tongue, spreading her wide.
She made a muffled sound of surprise around him and the hand at her cheek gently stroked her jaw. Somehow she managed to relax her jaw at the intrusion and he pushed himself inside on a groan.
It was unlike anything she’d ever done before. His taste made her remember the way she felt as she flew apart by his tongue. It made her want him to push that thick length inside her and see just how high he could make her fly. It also made her wonder how it would feel, how he would taste when he…
“That’s it, baby. This won’t take long. Trust me. I’ve been close to exploding since I caught you.” He worked his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth.
Willow barely heard his words. So focused was she on taking in his taste, his feel, his scent. Her hand came up and fisted his cock. It was wet from her mouth. The skin was baby soft, fiery hot, and made of steel underneath. She tightened her hand around him and heard his breath stutter. Now, this felt good. Making him lose control. She felt powerful and strong like he was at her mercy and not the other way around.
She started pumping her fist. He cursed viciously, grabbed a breast, and started pumping in and out of her mouth faster. He hit the back of her throat a few times and she moaned, startled at the full, overwhelming sensation. She heard him mumble an apology but didn’t care because his breaths were choppy and uneven. His hand tightened on her breast as his cock swelled even bigger in her mouth.
“Willow,” he said raggedly.
Then he planted himself deeply inside her mouth as hot jets, wet and thick, shot in her mouth. Willow’s first reaction was to pull away, but the hand at her cheek cupped her, keeping her close. His cock
pulsed beneath her hand and shook as ragged groans left his throat.
Slowly, he pulled out from her mouth like it was the last thing he wanted to. At the last second he plunged back in and her lips automatically closed around his softening length. With a ragged breath, he pulled out of her mouth, closed his pants, and laid down beside her.
The fog he created quickly lifted. She started to squirm away as reality came crashing in.
He snatched her by the waist and brought her back flush to his chest.
They said nothing as their breathing slowed. Willow tried to process everything and decide how to feel about it. She’d never been the kind of person who could just pretend something didn’t happen. And this was something that very much had happened. She’d let him best her. Her hands clenched into fists.
He’d told her things that she was certain she’d never be able to erase from her mind. No one had ever come close to making her feel like that. Like she was the most desirable woman in the world. It had to be a lie. Just with his name and status alone, he could have any woman on her knees before him. He couldn’t want her because of some stupid will. It was ridiculous. It was his dominant nature, his protective nature. She spit at the words. He figured he had rights to her now like she was the new dog in his pack. Well, he was dead wrong.
She wondered if what he said was true about her going back with him, which she wasn’t.
Not that he seemed to think that. Would he really... do all of that to her? Heat twirled and bloomed in her core and she squeezed her thighs shut to clamp her desire.
Almost everything about this Alpha reminded her of Luke. Oh, God, she’d actually
thought that prick’s name. He didn’t even deserve that much of her time. She’d been there, done that.
This Alpha was going to be worse. Which only brought up the question, what the hell was Papa thinking? He knows how she felt about shapeshifters after what happened to her.
A pang of sadness filled her heart suddenly, intensely. Papa didn’t know anything
anymore because he was in the Afterlife. Succubi didn’t believe in crying over the long-lived and Papa did live for a very long time, over twelve hundred years. But she’d only had him for 29
years, barely 29. Hot moisture pooled in her eyes and she blinked rapidly, one escaping down her cheek. Quickly, she tucked her cheek against her shoulder to absorb the wetness before the Alpha realized.
When the Alpha didn’t say anything she turned back to see his eyes closed, his breathing even and deep. He’d fallen asleep. She didn’t know whether to be insulted at the male behavior or relieved. Silently she started extricating herself from him. No easy task when the arm around her was like a band of heavy steel.
Finally she eased his arm behind her and rolled away from him. She stared at his eyes, waiting to see if they’d pop open. When they didn’t, she quickly looked around and found her shorts and panties in shreds on the ground next to him. He’d torn them off and she hadn’t even noticed!
It was the new moon. Had to be. It did things to her. Knowing she had spare clothes in her backpack, she looked around for it, wincing as she saw he was using it for a pillow.
Dammit. She stood there for a while and thought it over. A grin kicked up at the corner of her mouth and she knew exactly what she was going to do. She went to the Alpha and knelt down beside him.
Chapter Sixteen
Impressed didn’t begin to cover how Chloe felt when Tyrian talked his way into a
massively fortified building that was run by the infamous demon Telal Demuzi.
With a building as tall as some major corporations’ skyscrapers in the city, the demon’s office contained a boatload of swat-clothed men with machine guns. Cameras watched her from every angle of the room, moving with her if she took a step.
The floor was shined to a glossy sheen and there were so many fluorescent lights that it hurt to even look at the floor. This place looked how she imagined CIA secret headquarters would look. She could easily see guards having to do retinal scans and fingerprint identification just to use the bathroom.
A guard wearing a Kevlar vest and a belt filled with mace, a Tazer, a knife, and guns talked into an ear piece low enough so she couldn’t make out his words. Tyrian had introduced himself and requested, well demanded, to see Telal Demuzi. Now everyone was watching them with hard, alert eyes, fingers ready on the triggers of their guns.
Telal was infamous to, well, everyone. He was often on the news or radio trying to rally support for his cause: allowing the demons on earth, opening the rift forever. He was also a powerful businessman dealing in weapons manufacturing. And judging by the amount of weapons his guards were carrying, she wasn’t surprised.
“He’ll see you. Follow me.” Nerves fluttered in Chloe’s stomach. She and Tyrian
followed the guard into an elevator that took them up forty flights. She was going to meet the only full-blooded demon allowed on earth in the entire world. She was probably making too much of it, but she couldn’t help thinking that she was also about to meet her new brother-in-law. She’d have to be sure to warn him. Not about Lily, of course, but about hurting her. Besides, if he did anything to hurt her little sister, then Chloe’d have her vampire boyfriend kick his ass.
The elevator pinged and they got off, led this time by a new set of guards. They escorted them down a long hall to a set of wide doors with gold handles. Nothing else was in the entire hallway.
“Put your hands up against the wall and spread your feet.” Chloe barely had time to obey before the guard pushed her into the wall. Just as soon as he did it, Tyrian grabbed the man. A strangled shout then he was on the ground, holding his throat.
“What did you do?” she said.
The second guard cocked his machine gun and aimed it at them while speaking
something fast into his earpiece.
“He had no right to touch you like that.” Almost too fast to see, Tyrian grabbed the gun from the guard’s hands, flung it to the other end of the hall, and had him laid out on the ground with a hard jab to the jaw. Chloe rushed to him.
“Oh my God, did you kill him? He’s just doing his job, you know.”
“No, I didn’t kill him. Let’s go.”
His voice was cold as ice and she knew that something she’d said bothered him. He
opened the doors himself and brought them into the biggest office she’d ever seen.
The room was a big circle and even though they were on the fortieth floor, she realized there were strangely no windows in the room. It was empty aside from one man. One demon, she corrected. He was not an idummi demon, but your typical one—if there was such a thing.
Though he wasn’t really typical because he was a successful demon that lived above the rift. She briefly wondered what his old demon friends thought about that.
He didn’t lift his eyes from what he was writing until they reached his desk. “I take it you, at least, left my guards alive, Tyrian?”
“Barely.” Chloe heard a tinge of humor in Tyrian’s voice.
Telal Demuzi lifted his gaze from his work and stood to shake hands with Tyrian.
Chloe’s eyes rounded as she got the first good look at the demon. She had never met one before, though she’d seen pictures of them on the news before, usually being cuffed and escorted back to the rift. Those were usually rogue demons trying to break through the rift. People died when that happened, one way or the other.
Chloe tried to picture her spunky, goofy sister Lily with the demon and nope, couldn’t happen. Her sister wore bright clothes that never matched, which she thought looked fabulous.
Her hair was a messy set of curls that came from their mother’s side and she often said the wrong thing at the wrong time—on purpose.
He looked right at her and it was like the wind was knocked out of her. His eyes were pure gold, brighter than normal with only a tiny pinprick of a pupil. His skin was golden like he was coated in dark honey, and his hair was blue. Chloe shook he
r head, stared at his thick mane, and tried to figure out if it was a dye job or real. She blinked several times, thinking maybe she was just seeing wrong. His hair wasn’t just any blue but a beautiful cerulean that reminded her of rich tropical oceans and fresh glacial water.
“Yes, my hair is blue.”
She jumped, startled at the strangeness of his voice. He pronounced his letters heavy, as if they were difficult to say, and it reminded her of a heavy Russian accent.
“Why?” she asked dumbly. He didn’t laugh at her or look at her like she was stupid, which she appreciated. He only shrugged.
“My kind comes in many different colors and forms. My brother Alrik has pure auburn hair. The women loved it.”
Chloe nodded. But she kept her mouth shut and took a seat the demon indicated opposite his desk. Tyrian didn’t sit. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Didn’t the man ever relax?
“Tell me what has brought you here.” The demon took a seat, drumming his long fingers on the desk.
“Francis Bellum brought me here.”
The demon stiffened, his body going alert.
“I heard he died in a raid along the Morrocan rift.”
Tyrian nodded. “He left specific provisions in his will. I’m sure you’ve heard about it.”
The demon looked down at his desk drawer and Chloe wondered if that’s where her father’s letter was. His strange golden eyes met hers with stunning force.
“This isn’t Lily Bellum, is it?”
“No, this is her eldest sister, Chloe.” The demon’s chest sagged and she realized he’d been holding his breath. He buried his face in his hands, shaking his head.
Chloe glared. “Hey, you don’t have to act that relieved. You’d be lucky to get someone as great as me. You’re even luckier if you get my sister. You don’t deserve her. She is the most talented, funniest, and clever person I know. She can’t dress worth a da—”
