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by TIFFANY

  “Chloe.” Tyrian’s voice cut through her with its chill. Chloe scoffed and took to glaring at the demon.

  “What do you want?” the demon asked, a scowl at his lips.

  “The Bellum sisters have summoned something I have never seen before. It now stalks her and is trying to kill her. I need your opinion on the matter.”

  The demon steepled his long fingers. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

  Chloe sighed then told him about the entire “accidental summoning” thing. She happily mentioned what the spell’s purpose was—to get the men to leave them alone. She smiled brightly as Tyrian cut her a cold look, but her body didn’t freeze at his cold glare, it did the exact opposite.

  It had to be her new moon, because who in their right mind would want someone to look at them like that? Like they had no care for what you were about to say. But Chloe knew that when she talked, she was his sole focus, even if other things were going on in his head. She also knew he liked her. Whether he realized that or not. Okay, maybe like was a strong word. But he didn’t hate her.

  The demon contemplated what she told him about the spell she and her sisters had done.

  Finally he said, “I’ll have to check into it but I can get back to you. Each sister said a different line of the spell, but the demon goes only after you? That is interesting news. I’ll see what I can dig up with my contacts.”

  Tyrian grabbed a pen off the demon’s desk and scribbled something down. “Call that

  number when you hear something. I’ll be waiting. Consider this your top priority. I’m calling in the debt you owe me.”

  A look shuttered over the demon’s face. Then he nodded and Tyrian was leading her out to the elevator. They stepped over the crumpled bodies of the guards and got into the elevator.

  “What debt does he owe you?”

  He hit the button to take them to the lobby.

  “I asked you a question.” Still, he ignored her. Something hot, wild, and completely pissed off came over her.

  Chloe slammed her hand on the big red button and the entire elevator shuttered to a hard stop. Tyrian cut her a cold, hard glare that she ignored. She launched herself into his arms. For some reason it didn’t surprise her that his arms came around her or that he held her close.

  She pulled her mouth up to his, excitement making her breaths come fast. “I want you.”

  He blinked once then said, “Now is not the right time.” Inside, she seethed. Where was the fire, the passion in this man? She’d felt it, had even seen glimpses of it. Chloe was growing wet and needy. And that something she needed was him.

  “Right now is the perfect time. I’m not leaving this elevator until one of two things happen.”

  “You do realize I could easily carry you out of here.” His chilly words hardened her nipples.

  “If you do then I’ll take off my clothes and show every single guard we walk past my tattas.” She wiggled her chest to prove her point. The muscles in his body tightened and she thought good. Be jealous, if only a little. She still hadn’t gotten over the whole frimar thing , anyway. And she was petty enough that it felt good to know he was jealous.

  “I am your Protector. I’m not here to be your servant. I told you to find another warrior for your sexual needs and I meant it. I will send word to the castle as soon as we leave. You can have your choosing of whomever you want. Draven or Rayn perhaps?”

  “I don’t want anyone but you.” She wanted to close the distance between their lips. She was dying to kiss him again, but she couldn’t yet. Not yet.

  “You’re a fool.”

  “Perhaps you’re the fool, Tyrian. Like I said, I need you. I haven’t been touched in forever and I feel like I’m close to asking the next man I see to take me,” she said with raw honesty. She showed him the truth in her eyes and she felt his body coil even tighter. Purposely, she didn’t add that it was his saucy behavior since arriving here that had her so revved up.

  “Take off your pants and let’s finish this then,” he said.

  Chloe’s eyes flew wide and then she tossed her head back and laughed. Slowly she shook her head, feeling good and light after the debacle that happened at the castle this morning. She still had every intention of learning more about his frimar and his family, but right now she wanted something much more physical.

  “Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said, sliding down his body. He let her go and she dropped to her knees before him, hooking her fingers in his pant loops. “You’re going to feed me your cock and I’m going to suck it.” The hot flare in his eyes soothed the insecurity that nagged at her that this was a bad idea. That she had no business trying to pursue someone like him.

  Her heart raced at being so bold, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips at the thought of taking him into her mouth. Her eyes locked on his as she reached for the button of his pants.

  She started to pull it open, when hard hands grabbed her wrists.

  Chloe looked up at his cold blue eyes and tried to tell him it’s okay, to let her please him.

  He shook his head curtly and stepped away from her. A second later, the elevator was coasting back down to the lobby.

  Chloe stood on wobbly legs, caught somewhere between humiliation and hurt. She

  almost let him get away with it. Almost let him keep the reigns.

  Fuck that, she thought, and slammed her hand into the emergency break again. The

  elevator shuddered to another hard stop.

  * * *

  Tyrian glared at Chloe, this time anger shining in his eyes. The succubus was trying to drive him crazy. Why else would she continually disobey him at the most simple of orders?

  Just as he was about to release the emergency break again, she sauntered up to him. That was the only way he could describe it. She came up to him like a sexually aware woman that wanted to learn all of his dirty secrets. How did she manage to make his heart race when no other had in so long?

  She stopped before him, resting her soft hands lightly on his chest. He barely registered the pressure of it before she grabbed his face and pulled his mouth down to hers. This was not soft or gentle. She slammed her lips against his like she was trying to imprint the feel of her onto his soul. He fought the urge to take her into his arms.

  In the next second, her soft tongue was in his mouth. Soft, wet, the thoughts triggered something primitive inside him. Something dark and dangerous that always lurked just beneath the surface. She always seemed to tap into that so easily, so quickly. How did she do it?

  Her hand cupped his throbbing cock through his pants and a ragged groan left him. He tried to hold back, not to give in, but it was as if a dam had broken and the water was flooding in.

  He kissed her back just as hard, tasting every crevice inside her mouth, loving the soft sounds she made in her throat. She squeezed him again, stroking his length, her touch melting the wall he held around himself as if it were wax and she a burning flame.

  All his years of training did nothing to prepare him for this. Her taste was sweet like a sparkling white wine and her lips were soft as satin.

  She tore her mouth away to feast at his neck and his fangs dropped, throbbing in time to his cock. He wanted, no needed, for her to bite him—needed to feed her in that primal way. But she only bit at his skin with her blunt straight teeth, ran her hand along the ridge of his cock up and down, up and down. Pulling forth liquid heat only she seemed to find until it was nearly boiling in his veins.

  No longer could he keep his hands to himself. He cupped her bottom one-handed and

  rocked her core against him. She made a wild, needy sound then was sliding down his body. She was burning hot against him, and he knew if he dipped his fingers down her jeans, he’d find her soft and wet.

  “Are you an enchantress?” He hadn’t meant to ask it, but the words had slipped by his tight control. Her eyes softened, a small smile curving at the corner of her mouth.

  “No, Tyrian. I just want you.” It was
on the tip of his tongue to question why. She was beautiful, smart and had a charming aura about her that, for some unknown reason, intrigued him. If he were to bare his soul and be honest, he’d admit that he liked her.

  She rubbed her cheek along his shaft, her hand stroking the hard press of him through the material of his pants. Breathing became difficult. Was the oxygen in the elevator gone? Violent images blasted through his mind. He pulling down his zipper and aiming his cock at her mouth.

  He would hold her by her hair as he thrust into her hot, wet mouth, then urge her to suck him faster. He wanted to spend in her mouth and watch her swallow his seed. Then he wanted to lick her body up, from her ankles to her wrists and everywhere in between.

  As he began to wonder what her pussy would taste like, his zipper was pulled down and cool air breezed over his hot shaft.

  Tyrian pulled his eyes open with some effort. There were so many reasons why this

  couldn’t be, yet none of them came to mind. He watched her reach in and pull out his cock. He was hard and unbending. Watching her small hand on him did something to him, snapped that dark dangerous urge he kept hidden deep, made that boiling need topple over and spill.

  In one fast move, Tyrian had her flat on her back, her legs spread open.

  “What?” she said raggedly. Arousal and pleasure glittered in her eyes, flushed her cheeks, and he wanted to see more of it. He wished he could go slow but now was not the time or the place, and the urge inside him was too strong to ignore.

  He pulled down her jeans to her ankles, spread her soft thighs wide, and then he licked her sex. The first taste felt like he was about to come, the second was pure rapture. Tyrian inhaled her feminine scent, a smell he would forever remember every time he came for the rest of his life.

  His fingers had to play, had to touch and feel what she was like. He pulled back,

  hesitating to touch her with his rough hands but then he looked up at her flushed face, closed eyes, her head shaking side to side and thought no more.

  He petted her, coating her creamy essence over his fingers as he licked and learned the soft folds of her lips. He pulled each of them into his mouth, feeling the soft flesh of her against his tongue and lips. Her scent drove him wild; the taste of her filled him like molten lava.

  He couldn’t wait any longer. He parted her open, caressed her sensitive bud with his tongue, and watched pleasure consume her. How he wished he could bring her up slowly, keep her on the edge of bliss, then watch her fly apart, but there was no gentleness now. The soft succubus had torn his world upside down since she was brought into his life and now he was going to tear apart hers.

  His finger found her wet opening and thrust inside. Her wet core easily allowed him inside. She cried out, her hands clutching his head to her and pride blazed inside him.

  He did this to her. He made her feel like this. He worked his finger in and out of her, loving the wet silky drag of her muscles along his finger. She tensed and squeezed him as she neared her climax.

  Tyrian barely managed to restrain his fangs, so badly did he want to bite her over her pussy, lick, and taste both of her lively essences dancing on his tongue. His hips pumped at the thought and he had to grind his stone hard cock into the ground to keep from coming.

  A second finger joined the first and he growled against her at the welcoming, clenching sensations of her. He wanted that to work over his cock. He wanted to spread her wide and fill her deep.

  Her hips jerked up against his mouth and locked in place there, straining towards him.

  Her felt a trembling begin in her legs and spread out through her body like a tidal wave.

  Beautiful. He flicked his tongue faster over her perfect spot and felt her fly apart before she screamed it.

  She was perfect. She was hot and sexy as hell. And he was seeing in a haze. He barely managed to keep pumping his fingers inside her, to keep flicking her bud to prolong her pleasure before he sat up and tore open his pants. He had to feel her. Had to feel her muscles quivering around him.

  He leaned over her with one hand, aimed his cock at her wet opening, then thrust inside.

  What happened in the following minutes was hazy.

  He took her with a savagery he never knew he had. He pumped hard and fast inside her, feeling her wet sheath gripping him like a lifeline. She howled and dragged her nails over his back and he didn’t know if it was from pleasure or something else. He didn’t care. Couldn’t.

  She gripped his cock so softly, so perfectly. He kept taking her harder and harder until they ended up bent halfway up the wall and his balls were slamming against her. She locked her legs around his thighs, making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard in his life.

  How he lasted as long as he did, he had no clue. But he felt her shattering around him.

  Heard her cry out his name like a battle cry. Her pussy clenched and constricted around him with the perfect amount of pressure and he couldn’t stop the flood of his orgasm. He slammed his cock in deep, and let the hot pulses of come shoot from the tip of him, hitting hot and wet inside her.

  Long minutes after it was done, the haze finally began to lift like someone had taken the lid off a boiling pot of water. He withdrew from her body and stared at the wet sheen that covered his softening cock. He felt his body stir at the sight of it, at the sight of her breathing deep with her legs spread wide and bare.

  He tore himself away from her and righted himself, trying to remember his training. He had to erect that icy shield once again. What was happening to him? Was this some side effect from not taking a woman since Maria? It was so long ago he barely recalled what a woman felt like around him, had only vague allusions about it. He certainly didn’t remember it feeling so...incredible. So addicting. Already he needed more.

  Chloe had to be an enchantress. Or perhaps the succubus had some pheromone she

  secreted to lure men. Either way, he was done with it. Completely. Though, as he released the emergency lock, he couldn’t think of one damned reason why. For a mere moment, he

  entertained the thought of just taking her as she wanted, as often as she wanted, even more. His heart raced not in excitement at the thought, but in fear. Somehow he just knew. He knew that if he let himself be with her, it would all happen again. Just like with Maria.

  Two slender arms wrapped around his stomach. The warm press at his back felt good, so he pulled her off him and backed against the wall so she couldn’t touch him. She smiled at him like she knew exactly what he was thinking and stood opposite him, leaning casually against the elevator. Inside he chuckled at her obvious mockery. She was tough to stand up to him as she did, to attempt things with him that no one else dared. She was also foolish.

  Her smile could start an entire war, inspire a mysterious painting. It somehow managed to say everything and nothing about her all at the same time. The curious part of him desired to learn those secrets. Every intimate one of them.

  His eyes flickered briefly over her jeans. He told himself it was to make sure she put them on properly because he didn’t want the guards to see her for modesty sakes. It was a lie he wouldn’t admit to if his enemies were torturing him.

  The doors pinged and they both stepped into a lobby of grinning men. Tyrian’s blood chilled, his skin pulled tight as he remembered why this had been a terrible idea. Before he’d been in a sex-induced haze thanks to the damned enchantress.

  Cameras, this building had lots of them everywhere, including in the elevator. Tyrian grabbed Chloe’s hand, ignoring her startled look, and dragged her out of the building and away from the sound of masculine laughter.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chloe sighed in frustration. They’d been walking forever. Really couldn’t he just go get a car or something? Sure it was about 6 in the morning and all the lots were closed and probably rental places too, but come on, how about a taxi or something?

  Her calves and thighs burned and she was already starting to feel edgy again from the new moon. Tho
ugh it didn’t help that every other second she was replaying the elevator sex in her head. God, now that’s what she wanted. Tyrian, untamed and wild. When the man lost his cool, he was a force to be reckoned with.

  He’d gone between her legs and done something so devastating with his mouth she

  hadn’t known what to say, or strangely, to do with her hands. Eventually, she’d satisfied herself by grabbing his hair even though she’d pull some of it out of the tie. When they’d left the elevator, he’d looked like a mad man with his hair half a mess.

  Was the passion she glimpsed in him something he used to have? She could easily see him as he’d been in the painting. A simple, pleased smile on his lips, a glint of warmth in his eyes.

  It was amazing how much things could change in such a short amount of time. Just last month she was burying her father with her sisters. He’d died so suddenly. At first, none of them could believe it. He’d lived to be over a thousand years old, a massive lifetime, and yet he didn’t find anyone he wanted to mate with until he met Lauren Dupree.

  After he mated with their mother, who disappeared not long after giving birth to Lily, he was heartbroken. Neither Chloe nor her sisters remembered anything about their mother. Willow insisted on calling her an “egg-donor.”

  Chloe couldn’t say she blamed her. Papa hired everyone imaginable up until the day he died to try to discover what had happened to her. Did she run away from him? Did she die? He always did say she was a fickle, flighty woman, course he said he loved that about her. Her unexpectedness kept his boring butt on his toes.

  Now Chloe only had stories about her mother and a few pictures of her back home. When she was young, she desperately wanted to find her mother, to get to know her. But as she grew older and her mother never came home with open arms, Chloe distanced herself from the prospect. Now she could shrug at the whole matter and honestly didn’t care that she never had a mother in her life, because she’d had one fantastic papa who more than made up for it.