by LS Anders
Scowling, he couldn't believe she had just gone there. And, the images her naughty words conjured had him ready to tear her clothes off.
“Fine.”
A naughtiness twinkled in her eyes as she continued to toy with him. “Are you agreeing that I take the recliner tonight or tying me to the bed? I would prefer the latter.”
Grumbling his way to the kitchen, he filled Kat’s bowl and set down fresh water. He could feel the fairy’s presence at his back.
What was he to do with this female? She kept up a constant pressure on his resolve.
His nightmare had returned, even in the few hours he'd managed to sleep last night, he’d relived the night of their banishment.
Even before he'd met Alea, his senses were all off, everything was heightened like he was being prepared for something. But what, he was uncertain. He only hoped it was for a return to Netherworld in the Realm of the Dead.
“Would it be so repulsive to have sex with me? I don't get you, demon. You'll do other things to me but not that. Why?”
Whirling around on her he wanted to scream not at her, but just in general. He was tired and punchy. Tired of waiting for what he truly wanted. Tired of wanting the female in front of him. Tired of the guilt he felt over dragging his friend with him to this place. Tired of watching Sevin get bullied. Tired of feeling like he was being pulled in a million different directions at once.
“I do want you, but I can't have you.”
“Why?”
“Because if I give myself to you, I will no longer be pure, fairy. I need to be untouched to go back to Netherworld. Do you understand?”
Her eyes were wide as his words began to make sense. He knew the exact moment when she figured it out. “You’re a virgin? Are you serious?”
He didn't appreciate the humor that tinged her voice. “Yes,” he pushed through clenched teeth.
“I would have never guessed that. But, you have a life here. Why would you want to go back after all this time?”
“It's where I belong. It's where I was...born...created. Whatever. It's my home.”
“What about your cat? What will happen to her if you go back?”
“Sevin will take her in,” he replied.
“What about Sevin? He's like your son.”
“He's a grown male.” He thought of the bullies from this morning and the black eye he’d tried to hide.
“Would Lucian go back with you?”
“I think so.”
“Everyone would miss you,” she breathed. He looked away as her eyes misted over. “I would miss you.”
Swallowing hard, he shuffled his feet. This conversation was turning about as uncomfortable as having his balls squeezed in a vise. He didn't want to think about the points she’d just made. Sevin might be grown, but he was far from ready to be completely on his own. The kid had no one but him and Lucian. What would become of him if he got his wish? With no protection at all from that pack, he’d be a sitting duck.
Scrubbing his hands roughly over his buzzed head, he could feel her eyes boring into him, searching for answers to questions he didn't want to face himself.
In the very short time he had known her, she had trampled his defenses, stirred up all kinds of emotional shit he never knew he would ever experience, and planted the first doubts of what he wanted for his future.
Getting some alone time, even if only for a few minutes under a spray of water was what he needed to dilute the mess squirming around in his brain.
“I need a shower. You can have the recliner.” He watched her deflate. Not the answer she was looking for, but at the moment he really didn't have much else to give her.
Fucked up in his own head, he striped, cranked on the shower, and stepped in before the water had heated up. Gnashing his molars against the chilly onslaught, he endured the discomfort as he lathered up and rinsed his body.
Stalling out, he let his head hang forward. The temperature of the water beginning to rise soothing the stiffness in his muscles from last night's cramped sleep.
But as wonderful as the water felt sluicing off of him, Alea’s questions kept repeating and banging into each other. He'd never faced any doubts about his decision to return to Netherworld, but now that she had brought up concerns he always figured would right themselves, he was beginning to second guess everything.
If he was able to return, there was no guarantee that Lucian would go with him, or once he was there, be able to find a way to help the angel return. He longed to correct the mistake he's made so long ago. To be given the chance to fix the mess he'd inadvertently gotten his friend into. But, what if he got to go back and the angel didn't? What would have been the point of any of it?
What of Sevin? He always figured he would be alright, but the truth was the shifter was still dependent on himself and Lucian. What would happen if Sevin needed him and he wasn't there to help? That was unthinkable.
He hated to admit it, but he'd grown rather fond of the little fairy. She had said she would miss him. He would miss her, too.
Terribly.
She was right. He had made a life here. He'd gotten so used to the idea of going back, he never fully let go of his past. The discipline he'd forced on himself, the abstinence was all a thin string that he was using to hang onto the first life he'd ever known.
Looking back, what had he really given up? What was he really missing? His old job as First Sentry? Because, that's all there was.
Not that it wasn't a monumentally important task to keep evil confined for all eternity, which he had failed to do, but there were others that had taken his place when he'd fallen. Just as he had replaced the First Sentry before him.
There was plenty to miss here. He'd just opened a business of his own with the people he cared about the most.
Goddamn, he wanted to fucking scream. His head was pounding from it all.
Seemed like he'd been letting that string to his past slowly slip from his grasp and he hadn't even realized it until now.
Toweling off, he had a lot of mulling to do. A couple of beers and a good night's sleep was what he needed before he made any serious alterations to the plans for his future.
Unfolding the pajama pants he was having second thoughts about wearing. He let the cotton dangle from the tips of his fingers as he scowled at the disembodied heads of multiple Grinch’s grinning back at him. They had been a gag gift from Sevin last Christmas.
Not having the heart to throw them out, they had lived in his dresser drawer, never anticipating he’d ever wear them. But with Alea in the house, he couldn't walk around in his underwear. She didn't need any more encouragement, and she sure as fuck didn’t need a repeat viewing his freakish privates.
He made his way to the fridge for his nighttime refreshment. He wasn't surprised to find Kat in Alea's lap. After the furry traitor had abandoned him in the living room to seek comfort where she normally slept, he figured she would make fast friends with the fairy. He'd caught Alea's mumbled praises through the door last night and the unmistakable purr of acceptance.
Her honeyed eyes latched onto his chest which he immediately regretted not covering.
Then again, he thought reaching into the cold mouth of the fridge, let her look.
He liked the feel of the warmth when her eyes touched him.
“You want a beer?”
“No, thanks,” she replied.
Turning towards her, her eyes blazed a scorching trail from where they had been attached to his butt, to his naval, and ever so slowly up to his pecs.
Maybe he'd be putting his tongue she so enjoyed to good use tonight.
“The bed is big enough for the two of us. You'll be sleeping there tonight.”
If it was any other male, Alea would have told him to fuck off. But this was her demon. And, he was looking at her as if he were ready to consume her.
So, let the consumption begin.
“Alright. Then, I'll just go shower and meet you there, Mr. Bossy.” She stood, playfully pla
cing her hands on her hips.
Holding back her urge to sprint to the shower was like trying to calmly walk out of a burning building. She was so ready to be the center of his attention. Maybe she could even strip him out of those pajama bottoms and get a good look at what she'd only glimpsed.
He looked positively adorable…well, maybe adorable wasn't the word.
The thin veins in his eyes held a wavering heat and were on the verge of a full-on light show. His lip was curled back in its usual snarl as he returned her gaze with a hot stare of his own.
He'd trimmed his beard at some point over the past few days and it gleamed from his recent shower. The raspy feel of it against her most sensitive skin had her wanting to rub her thighs together.
The silly smirk died on her face as she was hit with a bolt of heat that took her from playful, to ready to get on with some serious bed play in seconds.
Vex noticed the change in her. The thick veins in his body lit up like he’d had a lava injection, and she was suddenly bathed in that red hot glow of his.
Taking a step towards him, he took one back and again, until his back hit the wall. She didn't want to push him. Didn't want him to regret anything that happened between them now that she knew the why for his self-imposed no sex rule. But, there were other things they could do where his virginity would remain intact.
Placing her hands over the deep ridges of his abs, she couldn't resist the urge to caress his heated skin. He was like touching the surface of the sun.
“What are you doing?” He tried warding her off with the beer in his hand.
“I just want to kiss you.”
“Oh, ok.”
That was a green light if she ever heard one. But, she hadn’t mentioned where she would be doing the kissing.
Leaning forward, she put her lips between the rolling muscles of his pecs. Like twin mountains of the hottest flesh, brushing against the sides of her face as he tensed from the contact.
Her hands began to explore the basket weave of muscles along his sides. Roaming lower she dipped the tips of her fingertips just under the waistband of his pants leaving a trail of kisses as she went. Looking up as she reached his belly button, she dipped her tongue inside and was rewarded with a hiss from him.
His breathing was heavy and sporadic, but he didn't stop her. One hand still clutched the glass bottle, the other was palm down on the wall behind his back. The plaster grounding him as he looked to be holding himself together. His eyes were wide with wonder and slightly fearful as he let her continue.
Now on her knees, she wanted to reassure him before she went any further. “I'm going to kiss you here.” When he tensed and made to cover himself, she continued with more reassurances. “You’re so beautiful. Let me kiss you. Trust me, sexy demon. I promise, I won’t hurt you.”
It was the slightest of nods, but a nod it was. Rubbing a hand over his massive bulge, she outlined his erection with her fingertips. His heels hit the wall as he retreated back, but he didn't object as she sprang his cock free of its cotton confines.
He really was erotically beautiful. An angry red, he was built for pleasure. The tip tapered into a blunt point before flaring out into an incredible thickness her fingers couldn't encompass. The row of knots that ran the full length along the top were the most fascinating. A perfect example of what ribbed for her pleasure should look like.
This might be difficult with her on her knees. He was so much taller than her that she would have to bend his cock down in order to fit it between her lips.
Standing, she bent at the waist and gripped his hard staff marveling at the intense heat. Wetness welled between her thighs as she imagined all that heat stroking her inside. But this was going to be about him. He had gotten her off so many times he was past due for some payback.
Wrapping as much of him as she could in her palm, she closed her lips around the tip, sucking him in.
His head banged against the wall on a curse. Glancing up at him, his head was thrown back and his mouth open, breath see-sawing in and out on harsh gasps.
This had to be his first blow job so, she better make it one he would never forget.
A gentle caress on his thigh before venturing up to gently cup the fat, twin sacks clinching close to his body, she sucked more of him inside. Giving her hand a twist around the base of his cock, she found an easy rhythm to get him started.
She could feel him relaxing as he accepted this new experience. His hips started to rock as he tested probing the feel of her mouth. Encouraged, she increased her oral strokes and took as much of him in as she could.
Her imagination went into overdrive as the spine-like row of knots bumped against her upper lip as she stroked the heat of her mouth over his rock hard flesh. Bent over at the waist left her in a vulnerable position, and she imagined what it would feel like to have him take her from behind. How his unusual cock would feel with its great thickness and ridges moving in and out of her.
She rubbed her thighs together as she grew wetter imagining the feel of those bumps knocking against her clit as he pushed his thickness inside.
Maintaining her grip around his cock, she matched her rhythm to the subtle flexing of his hips, letting him set the pace.
She was achy with want. Reaching between her thighs, she pushed down her stockings and panties. Not surprised to find herself drenched, she plunged two fingers inside. Moaning around his cock, she pumped herself, a sexual multi-tasking that was drawing her closer to the edge of fulfilment.
Vex's cock jerked in her hand, and a strangled groan erupted from deep in his throat. He was close to finishing, but seemed to be holding back.
Increasing her rhythm, she gave him no other choice but to explode in her mouth. As the first hot jet shot down her throat, she clenched up tight, orgasming around her fingers. Not as intense as the orgasms he was capable of giving her, but more satisfying knowing he was experiencing some pleasure at her hands.
The shattering sound to her right and a splash of liquid peppering her side went unnoticed as she drew out the demon’s orgasm for as long as she could.
Her mouth was a cocoon of sultry heat as she greedily suckled him. Bent over as she was, Vex could picture himself gripping her slim hips as he thrust what she was nursing in her tightness that his tongue had become so intimately familiar with.
His hips began to flex on their own, marveling over the new sensations she was pulling out of him. No wonder Sevin was such a hound around the ladies. The slick warmth of her mouth was to die for.
Teetering on the edge of ecstasy, he slowed the pace, rocking slower, she took the hint and matched his leisurely pace. A pace he thought he could maintain for longer than a few seconds. That worked for a time, but she moved her palm away from his balls and fumbled around under her skirt.
Her movements told him she was pushing away her knitted stockings to get at her sweet flesh. With the rhythmic movements of her hand, he knew what her fingers were doing. He'd seen firsthand what she looked like pleasuring herself.
Painfully holding back the explosion at the tip of his cock, she somehow knew he was holding back. Increasing her strokes, she began sucking harder as her head bobbed over him.
Unable to hold it, he let loose the dam. The pressure tremendous just before an eruption that shamed the few times he'd gotten himself off.
The vague notion that he was shooting semen down her throat was whisked away as she held firmly to him, milking him for every drop he possessed.
Floating back down from the ceiling, he heard her softly speaking to him, but the urgency in her tone was what got his full attention.
“Your hand is bleeding!” Alea was saying. “Oh my God, you shattered that beer bottle in your hand. Let me see how badly you’re cut.”
Straightening their clothes, she held his injured hand aloft as she pulled him into the bathroom. Holding his bleeding appendage under a stream of cold water, his blood was swept away on a stream of pink tinged water.
He didn't feel a
thing only the tingling satisfaction of a damn good orgasm, and he would heal soon enough.
Taking a gander at the wound, he pulled free a shard of glass that had wedged between his thumb and forefinger. Alea gasped and spoke soothing words as if to comfort him. That was nice of her. Such a sweet female to concern herself with him.
Alea rubbed her thumb over the wound. A tingling warmth suffused his hand taking with it the cut. Just like that, with one simple touch from his fairy and the water ran clear, the cut instantly healed.
“You've got beer splattered all over your clothes. Let's get you cleaned up.”
Before she could object, he had her stripped and under the spray of the shower. He was itching to do some cleaning of his own involving his tongue. Amazing how he came to crave her taste. She was a drug he couldn't seem to get enough of.
Reaching for the bar of soap cradled in its dish on the wall. He rolled it around in his palms until he had a thick lather.
He would have chuckled over Alea's expression as he began to wash her if he wasn't just as surprised by his own actions.
Smoothing his slippery palms over her breasts, he took great pains to make sure she was clean. Swooping down over the flat plane of her stomach, he dipped a hand between her thighs.
Ditching his pajama bottoms, he stepped inside with her. Removing the shower head from its cradle, he rinsed the soap from her skin.
Dropping to his knees in front of her, she parted her legs for him. Planting a foot on the edge of tub, she leaned back against the tile wall.
Putting the shower head to good use, he watched as the soap vanished from her female flesh, leaving her slick and shiny. She seemed to like the feel of the spray. Curious, he dialed the head from an even spray to the massage he used to work out sore muscles. At the first touch of the hard streams of water, she moaned out a delicious sound that he would never tire of. Tilting her hips forward, she gave him a pretty view.
Massaging the thigh of her bent leg, he worked his way up to her center. Getting his fingers in on the action, he slipped one inside and was immediately engulfed in her wetness. Her eyes were hooded and her full lips parted as he leisurely swirled his finger inside, keeping the spray where she seemed to like it the most.
