by LS Anders
The fairy’s eyes peeled wide as the shower curtain was thrown open. Standing naked under the spray, all the female could do was gawk at Alea. The actions would be expected from any of the others, but not from her. She was the one that was normally reserved and kept to herself.
It was a total bitch move, and the female that was receiving the brunt of her frustrations was one of the only tolerable roommates since Avie had left. But, she was in rare form tonight and scrubbing the stench of the bar from her skin trumped anyone else’s feelings.
The demon had stopped calling about an hour ago. Her heart had sunk that he had given up. She couldn’t decide what was worse, the non-stop calls or the oppressive silence.
It was possible that he’d fallen asleep for the night, but she wouldn’t know for sure until she found her bed and that wasn’t going to happen without a shower. After the night she’d had, there was no way in hell she would defile her bed by climbing into it with the stench she was carrying on her skin.
Scrubbed to a rosy pink, she climbed into bed only to pause with the covers halfway up to her chin as the house suddenly turned quiet. Before she could get up to investigate, the door was thrown open wide, slamming against the wall.
Only spots of light from the room beyond made it past the immense presence filling her door.
“Get your shit and let’s go.”
Once the shock of the sudden intrusion wore off, the audacity that the demon thought he could waltz into her home and demand she leave with him was extraordinary.
“Go to hell, Vex!”
“Get your shit and let’s go,” Vex demanded as soon as he burst through her door.
“Go to hell, Vex!” Alea railed at him.
He wished.
He made a beelined for Alea’s as soon as he and the angel had taken care of the five MC members in New Rochelle exactly the same way he had behind the bar, luckily, without any witnesses this time.
Since the Satan’s Disciples were from Scottsdale, there was no telling how many or if any remained. Surely, the pieces of shit would get the message that they needed to stay the fuck away from Evana and out of New York once they got wind that seventeen of their members had all shot each other in the head. But, they were going to be keeping eyes on their new human friends for a while.
The voices of the other fairies in the house whispered behind him. His unwelcome intrusion had put a lid on the party. The music had been shut off and all the dancing had come to a screeching halt as soon as he had barged in through the front door.
Stepping into the room, his shins bumped the edge of the mattress Alea was on. Shrinking back as he closed the door, his goal wasn’t to frighten her, but to shut them off from the many sets of prying eyes. All those eyes so similar to his fairy, but still not the same.
His fairy.
Sneering, Alea pulled the covers up to her chin. He hadn’t meant the look for her. He was irritated with the direction his own thoughts were taking. That one encounter in the storage room should not have him viewing her as his girlfriend.
She was so small and beautiful in the far corner of the room. The thin blanket she’d wrapped around herself like a shield and held just as tightly, and at complete odds with the defiance shining in her eyes.
Ready to unsheathe her claws, he knew if he moved too quickly, she would spring into action and he wouldn’t be leaving this room unscathed.
He hated that he was looming above her, but he couldn’t shrink himself smaller because crouching in the small space wasn’t an option. He’d had barely enough room to step inside. His back already so close to the wall, he’d had to step to the side to get the door closed.
“Pack a bag. You’re coming home with me.”
“No, I’m not,” she snapped.
Clearly, his harsh tone was not going to get him what he wanted.
Movement could be heard brushing against the other side of the closed door as if the other females were laying their ears against the wood panel. Balling up a fist, he pounded the door once, satisfied with the yelps that followed and the small footsteps scurrying away.
Measuring the stubbornness as she glared a hole through his soul, he decided on a gentler approach. Holding his hands out, palms up, she glanced down and then back up to his face.
“Please, Alea,” he beseeched. “I was wrong to jump to the wrong conclusion about you and Sevin. After he explained about where you live—”
“After! Only after he explained. Before that, you assumed I’d whored around with him. That was your first instinct.”
Well, fuck.
“Not because of you. Sevin is a man-whore. He can’t help himself. He uses those pheromones on any female he finds attractive, which is damn near everyone in the city.”
“I’m not susceptible to his pheromones.”
“I realize that now, but—”
“How come the cold shoulder after our little interlude in the storage room?” she swallowed hard.
Dropping his head, he rubbed the back of his aching neck. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, the weight of all he didn’t want to tell her dipped the mattress.
“I never meant to get involved with you. You’re an attraction I don’t want. It deters me from my goals,” he reluctantly admitted.
“Which are?”
Jesus fuck, she wasn’t going to come with him without some serious gut spillage and even then, there was no guarantee. Why this unrelenting determination to get her out of her current living situation was beyond him.
“I want…plan to be returned to Netherworld.” He found himself confessing.
“What does that have to do with me?”
“The only one that was allowed to return remained unattached through the years he was here. I’m following that males lead in hopes that will be my ticket home.”
There was a shuffling behind him. The dip of the mattress barely registering her slight form as she crept towards him followed by a long moment of silence as if she were considering his words.
“Then why do you care what happens to me?” Her soft words fanned out close to his ear.
Drawing in a breath, he paused, the words he was ready to push past his vocal cords needed to be reexamined before they couldn’t be taken back.
“Because, I like you and don’t want anything bad to happen to you. This place is a hovel in a nasty part of the city.” Turning his head, he met her honeyed stare. It was a mistake. That lovely, open face had sexual energy surging beneath the flawless surface and all he could think of was kissing her and pushing her back down on the mattress beneath him. “Please, come home with me.”
His husky laden voice sent a flush to her cheeks. Her lips parting as her eyes dropped to study his with a sweep of heavy lashes.
“What would we do there?” The breathy sexuality in her voice was a virtual stroke over the length of his cock.
“Sleep. You look as exhausted as I feel. I’ll bet you don’t get much sleep with all this noise,” he replied.
“With the way you’re looking at me, it doesn’t feel like I’d be doing much sleeping at your place, either.”
Swallowing hard, she had a point. None of the images flashing through his mind were of them doing any sort of resting. But, she sure as fuck wasn’t staying here.
As the implications of his words slowly hit home, her heart rose only to sink like a tiny pebble in a shallow pond. With exquisite slowness it drifted downward, landing on the sandy bottom kicking up the sediment of life's little disappointments that she had collected over the years. Coming to a graceful halt, it settled taking its place amongst the rest. Funny how much larger this one thing was compared to all the rest, dwarfing everything else that had seemed so huge before.
He may not have a love interest like she had earlier suspected, but he'd said he wanted to remain unattached which meant she didn't stand a chance to claim his heart. He might crave the taste of her, but he wasn't clamoring to make her his either. And, didn't that just suck complete ass.
But, if he wa
nted to fool around with no strings attached, who was she to say no to his exceptional tongue?
Inching her way towards him until her lips were a scant breath away from his, she closed the distance before he could pull away. He let her take the lead. Growing hot with impatience, she plunged inside, tangling her tongue with his.
The electric blanket that she had been using as a shield fell away. Wearing only a t-shirt and panties, there was nothing to block his fingertips from lightly brushing her center. The contact was magic, but she wanted more.
Raising up on her knees, she spread her thighs to accommodate the width of his palm. Taking the hint, Vex nudged the strip of cotton covering her sex aside and slid one long finger inside and then another.
Never breaking the kiss, she flexed her hips to match his rhythm. Stretching and retreating, the friction made her pant for what was rock solid beneath his jeans.
Her small hand landed on his rod of granite, but gripping him through his jeans seemed to break him out of his sexual trance.
“Not here.” His voice had grown as deep as the ocean.
“Then where?”
She was so close to finishing, it was painful when he pulled his fingers free of her. The loss of his touch was maddening. At this moment, she wouldn’t have cared where they were as long as he didn’t stop touching her.
Reaching between her legs, she meant only to straighten the mess he’d made out of her panties, but once she touched her fevered flesh a naughtiness she never knew uncoiled low in her belly and gave her the courage to openly touch herself in front of him.
His eyes latched onto what she was doing to herself. Statue still, she commanded all of his attention. It was a wonder he remembered to breath, so caught up in the moment.
Sitting back on her feet, she arched her back as she penetrated herself. Plunging in deep, she exited dragging with her the wetness that coated her vaginal walls and smoothed it over her swollen clit.
Vex groaned as he watched, but her pleasure wasn’t nearly as good as what she knew he could make her feel. Maybe if she gave him more of a show, she could entice him to rejoin her.
Whipping her shirt off, she quickly slipped out of her panties. Wasting no time, she spread her legs as wide as they would go. Bending her knees, she lay back on the bed, angling her head to the side so she could watch his reactions.
His tongue snaked out and licked across his upper lip. She became instantly wetter at the memories of how that tongue could make her feel.
Planting her feet flat, she raised her hips above the mattress and worked her fingers in and out of herself.
That did the trick.
Washed in his unique red light, he was suddenly on her. Sliding his palms up the insides of her thighs, he spread her wider, touching her feminine folds with his thumbs.
His mouth crashed down over her in an erotic kiss she never wanted to end keeping her hips raised high in the air as he consumed her. Throwing her arms above her head she tried for some leverage as her hands found the wall and pushed back tight against the heat of his mouth.
Looking down her body, he pulled away to lap at her slit before that strange tongue of his delved between her sensitive folds. She couldn’t stop the swiveling of her hips when he began to thrust. On every inward stroke she was rewarded with an incredible fullness that seemed impossible. But even better, his tongue seemed to undulate deep as he lapped at her walls.
Fighting to keep her eyes from closing and her hips in the air, her pelvis jerked hard in time with her crashing orgasm.
Flipping her over onto all fours, he was far from finished with her. Driving his tongue in hard from behind, she was hoping he’d spring free that enormous cock of his and have his way with her, but he continued to be stingy with the most male part of himself.
Slipping free of her, his tongue swept a blazing trail from her clit and up between her cheeks. The sultry slickness across her anus was a shock, but not unpleasant.
Her world went topsy-turvy again when she found herself being rolled over onto her back.
Apparently, the demon wanted to taste all of her as he began to lick, starting at her feet to over her thighs and lingering on her breasts. She’d never been much for having her nipples suckled, but with him, she found herself arching up for more, giving herself over like some kind of sexual sacrifice.
Not leaving her center neglected, she moaned as he pushed two fingers inside, leaving his thumb to rub deliciously over her hardened nub.
There was no part of her he didn’t kiss or lick, touching every sensitive inch of her skin, but when he pushed a third finger inside, she exploded around his sensual exploration.
Depleted, her legs hung limp and wide as he gathered her hips in his huge hands and lifted her to his mouth to lick away the remnants of what his probing had caused.
Just when she thought he was through, he drilled her with that inexhaustible tongue. All she could do was ride out another orgasm as every ounce of energy she had was licked away. Her nerves keeping up a rapid twitching from all of the sensory overload.
“Vex, please.” She found herself begging him for a reprieve.
His eyes swung up to meet hers from where he was nestled between her gaping thighs. Gently laying her hips on the mattress, his skin and eyes shone so brightly it was as if he were banking an internal inferno.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. I can’t believe I’m going to admit that I need a break.”
“Sorry, I could do this all damn night. You taste so fucking good,” he said, kissing each of her nipples before running his tongue between her thighs. “Especially, there.”
Her breath caught from the contact. Looking down his body, he was still hard as a rock, and she could only imagine what he would feel like filling her with the massive bulge he kept hidden. If she was calling a time-out from his tongue and hands, she would need a full-on surrender for what he was packing.
“Vex, why won’t you have sex with me?”
“We just—”
“Fooled around a little, well, a lot,” she interrupted. “I’m talking about having this in me.” She sat up and massaged her hand over his length.
Groaning, his red eyes narrowed on her face. Covering her hand with his own, he flexed his hips, grinding into her palm.
Pain etched his face and she knew what he was feeling. Being denied a release was a horrible place to be.
“Let me…” She began pushing him backwards.
Keeping the friction going on his shaft, she managed to lay him out flat. Splitting her legs over his thighs, her desire came barreling back. Had she really just begged him to stop?
Removing his hand from hers, she lifted the hem of his shirt and laid her heat across his swollen member. Rocking her tender flesh over the stiff material of his jeans was deliriously pleasing.
His hands found her hips as she pleasured herself against his hardness while exploring the impossible ridges of his abs.
Enough with the teasing, she popped the button and unzipped his jeans losing her rhythm. Her jerky movements snapped him out of his delirium when he caught sight of her face.
He had gone commando and all was revealed to her.
His cock was an angry red, which she expected since the rest of him was like that when he was aroused, but the rest was like nothing she had ever seen before. The rumor mongers had never mentioned anything like this. The head was a tight point, but flared wide where it met the bulging shaft.
How would he ever fit inside of her without ripping her in half?
The horror that swept over Alea’s pretty face as she got her first look of his cock was the reaction he'd feared and a real buzz kill for Vex. But, he was glad for it. For the first time in his existence, he had abandoned his vow to stay pure when the fairy started rubbing her hot center over him.
With only his jeans separating them, it would have been too easy to seal the deal. He never went commando, but after what they’d done in the storage room, he had shed his boxer bri
efs that had been wet and begun to chafe after he’d released inside his pants.
He’d wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside of her and to hell with returning to where he'd come from. It was a frightening thing to have such a single-minded purpose that consumed all reason. Something he needed to keep from happening again.
Setting her to the side, she reached out a hand to grip what she’d revealed. He pushed her hand away, angered by her morbid curiosity.
She'd accepted the bizarreness of his tongue, had welcomed that part of him inside of her gorgeous sex, but he could never remove her mortified expression from his mind enough to use that part of himself on her.
“Let's get you packed.”
“Vex, don't pull away from me—”
“Come on, female, it's late already. We both have work in the morning.”
She seemed to mull over his words before nodding and getting up to dress.
With so few possessions she owned, it wasn't long before a worn-out suitcase and duffle bag were full and ready to go. He took both from her as she led the way past the other fairies. Whispers behind their small hands ushering them out the door.
Once outside, Alea paused, taking a moment to look back. He didn’t know what to make of the shadow that passed over her eyes.
After all the quiet in the house from his abrupt entrance, the sudden blast of music had them taking a step back.
His face flushed with embarrassment as they started down the sidewalk. With all that quiet, what he and Alea were doing in her bedroom had to be overheard by the nosy little females through the cheap, hollow bedroom door.
They shared no words as they boarded the subway and found two empty seats. She spared him only a glance as they sat and waited for the fast moving string of cars to take them south and into his neck of the city.
Never in a chatty mood, he was thankful for her silence, but feared what was running through her mind after seeing his extreme appendage. Had her opinion of him changed? Was she even still attracted to him? Would she let him between those creamy thighs of hers again? Or, would that be the last taste he ever had of her?
