“You are. I was picturing you making baby talk to my pussy while patting it like a pet.”
“Sweetheart, if it was up to me your pussy would be declared a national treasure.” He cupped her with one hand from behind. “National monuments would be erected in your honor. Ballads would be written, wars fought…”
“OK” she interrupted him, laughing. “I get the picture, you like my pussy.”
“Baby, I fucking love your pussy.” He growled out, pushing to his feet. The steel bar he pressed up against her left her in no doubt he was ready for another go.
“Demon, my legs are still shaking so bad I can barely hold myself up. More sex is not going to happen.”
He grunted finishing her back. He took the time to wash and rinse out her hair before grabbing a towel to dry her off. He pulled out a wide cushioned bench from beneath the vanity and sat her down wrapped in the towel.
“Stay.” He said gruffly.
Soothed and pampered, she let the order pass. Plus there was a floorshow. Demon, all seven feet of twisted steel and hard sex, was naked and getting soaped up. Well defined and ripped with a serious six-pack he was proportionately everything a man should be. The scar on his face was not his only scar but it was his most vicious. The rest scattered over his body telling a story of battle and pain. A Spartan, that’s what he reminded her of, the cast of 300 had nothing on this man.
She wanted to cuddle him, lick every inch of him. She wanted to bite his tight ass. She was trying to get her breath back, hoping she would eventually be able to blink again when he palmed his incredible thrusting cock and pulled himself to an orgasm. In her opinion his shower ended much too fast and as soon as she once again had full motor functions she would tell him so.
He dried himself, whipped the towel over the fuzz on his head, and was done. He hung both their towels over the rack to dry, hers after a brief tug of war, and picked her up caring her to the monster bed. He even spread her damp locks away from her face before pulling her up against his side. Too content to even think about heading home she yawned, pillowed her head against his chest, tucked her hand around his neck, and threw a leg over one of his hard thighs. His arms wrapped her up tight. One hand burrowing between them to palm a breast, the other rested cupped around her ass. As soon as he heard her find the soft even breathing of sleep, he moved his hand farther down her ass and cupped her sex. He patted, petted, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Chapter Four
The sun lit the bright room the next morning. Clytie woke up on her stomach, someone’s hands on her ass. The same someone presently between her spread thighs. She started to turn over. She heard a growl and a heavy palm held her down. Right. Demon.
“What are you doing?” She asked sleepily stretching her arms above her.
“I’m paying homage to your ass.”
She laughed into the pillow. Unknowingly jiggling said ass nicely.
“Jesus Clytie, keep that up and you’ll have me bawling like a baby.”
“I suppose I’d have to suckle you to my breast then.” He froze at her quip his hands sinking into her hips, he seemed to shake himself.
“Jesus God save me from a woman with brains.”
She laughed. He groaned.
Her laughter abruptly cut off with a gasp when he leaned forward and licked her from clit to anus.
“Demon?!” She would have shot off the bed but he still held her down. “We can’t possibly.” She said a little breathless, but wide-awake. “I’m still sore.”
“I know.” He said, his hands pulling her by her hips up onto her knees. “I just want a little taste.” He spread her knees as wide as they would go, then patted her ass.
“Demon.” This time she was the one growling.
“Just one little orgasm baby, I’ve been thinking about eating this pussy all morning.” His voice was a cajoling murmur, a bit distracted. “I thought you were never going to wake up.”
He licked her again and she was shocked to experience a wet tongue rimming her ass.
“Demon?!”
“I never get tired of hearing you scream my name.”
Two orgasms later, he allowed her to puddle to the bed. He plopped down beside her out of breath, licking his lips and holding his granite hard cock as if he feared it would pop off. The sight of his erection had Clytie finding her second wind and licking suddenly dry lips.
“Demon,” she said her eyes on the hand holding his erection. “There’s something we haven’t done yet.”
The cock twitched, his knuckles went white, and Demon groaned but kept his eyes closed. “I know baby, and I want nothing more than to take that fine ass of yours but you’ll need a little preparation first.”
The shock woke her up fast and had her mouth hanging open. She closed her teeth with a snap. “We are not having anal sex!” She screeched, the sound had Demon popping up and searching the room for enemies. He clutched his chest, and fell back to the mattress. “Jesus Clytie, you almost gave me a heart attack.”
She dropped her voice to a strident whisper. “We are not having anal sex!”
“That’s what I said.” He barked back.
“EVER.” Her eyes were flashing and she had her hand on her ass as if to keep him out.
“But you said…”
She stopped him with a hand up and a tight grimace. “I was referring to taking you in my mouth,” her voice had become more strident with each word but the rest she said quietly but with no less heat. “Not Ass fucking!”
He wanted to argue, but thought better of it. “O.K. We’ll go with your idea.”
Clytie jumped off the bed before he could stop her. “Forget it. I’m no longer in the mood.” She stomped away distracting Demon by the way she jiggled in all the right places. “I’m taking a shower, ALONE. You…” She said motioning in the general direction of his dick. “Take care of that thing. I do not want to see it when I come back.”
The bathroom door slammed with a bang. He glared down at his cock, if anything the damn thing was harder after experiencing Clytie in a fury. Naked.
He pictured what it would be like to have Clytie on her knees, with her hair falling around him taking him in her wet mouth. Or Clytie, on her knees, while he pounded into her amazing Ass. He heard the water start in the bathroom. Clytie in his shower, water sleuthing all over her body while he pounded her up against the wall.
“FUCK!” In self-defense, he grabbed hold of his twitching dick and went to work using the pre-cum seeping from the tip for lubrication. All it took was one fantasy of Clytie with her sweet mouth around his dick and he exploded. He cleaned up with the shirt he had ripped yesterday and tossed the abused cloth in the garbage. Of course as soon as Clytie appeared in nothing but a towel his cock immediately came right back to attention. She opened her mouth to say something, looking a little sheepish, but he had himself in the bathroom and the door slammed before she could speak. Clytie dressed and left the room before he came back out.
He saw her through the surveillance on the inner courtyard. She sat in one of the wood loungers, the fountain gurgled beside her. She was dressed in her jeans, her wrinkled button down top and she had her hair up in a messy bun held by one silver chopstick. A few stray wisps of hair that must have gotten wet in the shower curled down around her neck. Her feet were bare and her eyes were closed.
Fucking beautiful.
“She’s clean. Nothing suspicious, full history. She has traveled more than most but checked out.” Mac also studied Clytie.
“Family?”
“One sister she recognizes, a cousin she’s close to, both check out. Had a younger sister who got pregnant, small town, religious family threw her out, Clytie Persephone Jones, born Christine Mary Jones left her family the next day, found her sister in a cheap hotel room. She had committed suicide.”
“Jesus. How old were they?”
“Sister Rebecca Mary was 15. Your girl, 17. Needless to say, Christine Mary was taken back to her family. L
eft the day she turned 18 and never returned. Changed her name. Put herself through college and art school, worked numerous jobs, including self-defense instructor. She basically reinvented herself. She left to take up art full time. Encaustic. Which is Painting with wax. I had to research. Her only sibling living: Sarah Mary, and yes they all have the same middle name. For the Virgin Mary I expect. Married an air force mechanic. Parents, all the aunts, uncles, and most of the cousins still live in Poteau Oklahoma. A lovely spot, no doubt. I understand they have a Wal-Mart.”
Demon grunted, studying Clytie through the viewer.
“Boyfriends?”
“None I can find, but then she’s been busy. Her sister married young, two kids, boy, girl, dad gone a lot. Helped her sister raise them, got a college degree, and helped her start a successful business, plus the art on the side.”
“Who has time to date?”
“Exactly. Hell, she was in the PTA.” Mac shook his head more than a little impressed. “Recently the brother in law retired. She left the shop and went out on her own. I don’t even think she drew a salary when she worked with her sister. Always had at least one other job at all times. Leases a loft in a bad area, has a studio attached. Has had moderate success with her art and is moving in to the big time with a showing next week at the Paul Gorbin gallery downtown. Had it rough, but she’s golden.”
“I’m keeping her.”
Mac looked him over, raising a brow at the flat statement. “What does she say?”
“I’m working on it.”
“She’s human.”
“She’s mine.”
“Then you need to see this.” He said, pointing at the monitor, and flipping up the volume. When Demon saw Ben, he stood up with a growl.
“Sit down. If she’s going to be around, you need to know.”
Clytie sighed, the sun warm on her face, the tinkle of the fountain soothing. She had never taken a vacation before, but if she did, she would want her time to be like this, only with underwear… and chocolate. She knew she needed to find her purse, check her messages, and come up with a plan on dealing with her first love affair. For all she knew her first one night stand, but she didn’t think so. She hoped Demon didn’t want the “wam bam, thank you mam,” but what did she know?
A door open and she glanced up to see Ben coming through the glass walls to the garden, from the opposite side of where she had entered. Shirtless, shoeless with his hair mussed from sleep, he wore low riding sweats and nothing else. Wow. Beautiful. Golden skin, lithe muscles, and defined abs, any girl’s dream of Adonis. When he saw her taking him in he smiled, a very wicked suggestive smile and rubbed his hand over his six-pack in a leisurely way.
Clytie rolled her eyes and laughed at his flagrant flirting. He sat down at the end of her chaise, one hand going to her foot to rub along her ankle under her jeans.
“I guess that answers my question.” She said, shaking her leg until his hand fell off.
“What question?” When she stopped shaking her foot at him his hand once again came to settle on her ankle, but at least this time resting on jean not skin.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
His teeth flashed, “Now why would I want to do that?”
“You’re wasting your time.” She warned, waving one admonishing finger at him.
He placed his right hand on the chaise caging her between his arms and leaned forward. “Come on darlin’. You have to be a little tempted.”
“Nope. You are a look but don’t touch.”
“I’m a ..? I am not.”
“Yes, you are. I can spot them a mile away.” She pulled her foot up and used her toes to push him back. He grabbed her foot pulling it to his waist and holding it when she would have wrestled it back. For all intents and purposes, he sat between her legs. His smile became a touch wicked. Clytie rolled her eyes and patted his cheek. “See, right there, that proves my point. You are a definite Look but don’t touch.”
“I’m not entirely certain what you mean by that, but it doesn’t sound like me. I’m a look and touch, ask anyone.” He leaned forward again, his smile predatory.
“Let me make myself clear. You have a nice face, extremely hot body, and seem like a lot of fun to be around. I’m not going to have sex with you.”
He sat back, the wicked gleam gone from his eyes. “That’s clear enough.” He sighed dramatically, standing. “How about breakfast?”
Her smile lit up and Ben blinked at the swift change from pretty to beautiful. She stood up, her magnificent breasts moving freely beneath her shirt and he had to remind himself she was off limits.
“I changed my mind. If you feed me I’ll marry you and have your babies.”
“Does it have to be in that order?” He opened the glass door into the main home and held it open for her.
She laughed as she went by. “That depends. What’s on the menu?”
“I make a mean omelet.”
“With mushrooms and green peppers?”
“Of course.”
“O.K. You clear it with Demon and I’m all yours.”
He groaned, “There’s always a catch. Women.” He stopped her in the doorway.
“So, if I’m a look but don’t touch what is Demon?”
Her smile turned wicked. “Multiple orgasms.”
Ben appeared pained and released her arm starting for the kitchen. “I so did not need to hear that.”
Her throaty laugh trailed behind her as she followed Ben down the hall. Nobody had to know she enjoyed the view.
In the control room, Demon switched off the sound and sat back. Even through a microphone, her laugh was damn sexy.
In the few minutes, he had been watching her conversation with Ben he had run the gamut from rage to fierce possession and back again. He couldn’t decide if he should strangle Mac or thank him. He put his head in his hands and breathed deep trying to find some calm before he stomped into the kitchen and took her ass-up over the kitchen island.
Mac switched off the monitor. “Like I said. Golden.”
“Don’t do that again.” His voice gravely, he eyes bleak. “Seriously Mac. I know what you and Ben were doing but your intentions don’t matter. With her, I can’t find my balance. The thought of another man near her… Fuck. She’s mine. Right now, I can’t decide if I want to bloody up Bens pretty face or fuck her in front of you both to prove she’s mine. Christ. I don’t even know what I’m saying.” He rubbed both hands over his head in his agitation. He met Mac’s eyes again. “I bit her. My damn wolf marking his territory, and I like it. I want to take her in every way a man can take a woman and then I want to brand my name on her ass. A fucking virgin, and this morning I was talking about taking her up the ass. She met me yesterday, Jesus, no wonder she freaked out. Anyone else would have run screaming for the door.”
“Most women take one glimpse of you and run for the door. She didn’t run. Not then and not now.” Mac’s voice was matter of fact. “She’s not the running kind. And quite frankly if you threatened to take her up the ass with that monster of yours and she’s downstairs having an omelet you can pretty much bet she isn’t going to.”
“And when she finds out what I am, what we all are?
“Only time will tell. It may never even become an issue.” He patted Demon on the back and stood. “Now, what’s say we have some breakfast, and if it makes you feel better, neither myself nor Ben would have any problem watching you fuck Clytie on the kitchen floor.” That shocked a laugh out of Demon, and Mac keyed in the code to get them out of the booth. “Seriously, for you, anything.”
“Smart ass.”
“So?”
“That is by far the best looking omelet I have ever seen.” Clytie answered, watching Ben work the kitchen. “Where did you learn to cook?”
He leaned across the Island across from her. Spatula in hand, he waved it warningly. “I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you.”
Clytie nodded, “Right. Top-secret cook
ing school. I gotcha.”
“I taught him everything he knows.” Macs voice came from behind them and Clytie turned to see Mac followed by Demon enter the kitchen.
“Everything?” She asked twirling around on the stool. She very purposefully didn’t look at Demon, having no idea what to do or say. She knew she blushed but was as helpless to stop that reaction as to stop the liquid that pooled in her sex when he entered the room.
“Everything.” Mac said heading for the coffee pot to pore himself a cup.
Ben snorted, smiling his toothpaste smile when Clytie glanced his way. “He lies.” He shrugged his impressive shoulders and waved the spatula is small circles at his temple. “Delusional.”
“You…” Whatever Clytie thought to say cut off when her stool flipped back around and Demon yanked her into his arms. His mouth smashed down on hers before she could do more than squeak. The kiss long and thorough felt more like a statement than a kiss. Mine. When he pulled back, she clung to him, arms around his neck, legs cinching his waist. They both breathed hard.
“Good morning baby.” He drawled out. Placing another kiss on her forehead, he placed her back on her stool, and Clytie had to concentrate to get her hands and legs to release. He swung her stool back around and she grabbed the edge of the island with two hands. A plate of omelet appeared before her eyes and she picked up her fork with shaking hands. When she looked up Mac had his head ducked into the refrigerator and Ben got busy mixing eggs. Only Demon watched her from above the rim of his mug leaning by the coffee pot. He seemed entirely too satisfied, the Jerk. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Clytie narrowed her eyes in challenge and jumped off the barstool. He placed his coffee cup down on the counter and watched her approach. She was glad to note he appeared a little less self-assured then he had a minute ago. She stopped right before him, standing between his balanced legs, she placed her hands on either side of his hips where they leaned against the counter and crooked her finger at him. He bent down to within kissing distance, his eyes going to her lips when she spoke.
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