Brice smiled, “I don’t believe you would do that to me.”
Except he was doing it to her...well sort of. “Didn’t you hear a word I just said?” Again Evelyn was on the tip of his tongue. He’d tell her after he fixed her. He still needed Brice to be a willing sexual partner if he was to help her, even if sex was the last thing she needed from him.
“You were a young man, must have been around eighteen years old. You were dating your best friend who had mapped out your entire future together including the sex of your children. Chances are good you weren’t…”
“Stop making excuses for me. I was in a monogamous relationship. I didn’t realize it at the time, but Jessie was more of a friend than a lover. It still doesn’t excuse what I did.”
“You were young and stupid. We were all there once. I can understand that Jessie was upset, but to put you in the same category as your father wasn’t right.” Brice stood, placing herself directly in front of him. “You were hardly having sex with anything in a skirt and you told her the truth when chances are good she would never have found out. Why are you doing this to yourself?” She took another step closer to him. “Based on what you just told me, you don’t sleep around. Aside from that one time, you don’t cheat on the women you date and even if you did you weren’t tied to any of them anyway.”
****
Garrett was so infuriating and so sweet. Brice could understand how hurt his girlfriend had been, but don’t throw someone’s weakness at them when they mess up. Especially since Garrett had done the right thing in the end by telling her about his indiscretion. Even if things were said in the heat of the moment, Jessie had to have known how telling Garrett he was just like his father would have seriously screwed with his mind. Sure, what he had done was wrong but he didn’t deserve to never have someone important in his life because of it. To never risk letting someone in even if that someone was his mate.
“Garrett.” She threaded her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He closed his eyes, his expression a combination of torture and rapture. “How do I get through to you? Do you at least believe that we are mates?”
He opened his eyes, more silver than blue and nodded. “We are meant to be mates. I realize that now. The intensity of my desire for you,” he slid a hand around her waist, “my need to mark you. I’ve never really felt my demon until meeting you. The way my blood heats.” He smiled, “Fuck, even my hot semen.”
Brice laughed. Was he finally accepting that they were together?
It was like he read her mind. “This is still not going to work. I’ll wear a condom. It’ll be difficult, but we can still go our separate ways. I refuse to watch you become a version of my mother. Do you know that he’s been gone for twelve years and she still hasn’t been on a single date? Still pines for him?”
Brice dropped her hand. “We all have a choice in how we live our life and the decisions we make. Your father made his and your mother made hers. You are your own man. You can choose your own path in life.” How was she going to get through to him? She couldn’t tell him that she understood what he was going through because Brice’s own family could be compared to the Brady Bunch. Her parents were not only still together but very much in love, she was the youngest of three, all girls. Although she’d been in two long term relationships, nothing compared to the last two days with Garrett. From the moment he had first spoken, trying to save her from Curly and Mo, the hybrid inside her had recognized its mate and without having spent much time with him or knowing much about him, she had fallen in love. Brice knew he felt the same way, but he was going to walk out of her life the moment he helped her get control of her demon. There was little she could do about it. Brice was not going to give up on him without a fight though and she’d start off by making sure they had really fantastic sex.
“I can see I’m not going to change your mind, so let’s just get on with it.” She grabbed a hold of his thick biceps and turned them so that he had his back to the bed. Both hands against his chest, Brice pushed and Garrett allowed himself to fall onto the mattress behind him. He moved backwards until his whole length was fully on the bed. With hands and knees on either side of his big body, she crawled her way up him until she came to his bulging crotch. Brice unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down. Until you know what you would die for, you don’t truly know what you are alive for. Powerful, poetic, she wondered where he had heard the saying and what had made him tattoo the words on his body, in a place that not many would have access to.
Brice took a hold of his generous erection, it throbbed in her hand.
“Wait a second.” Garrett reached behind him and pulled a sheathed knife from the back of his pants. Then he pulled what looked like a razor sharp blade free and she couldn’t help but flinch.
“Are you going to use that on me?”
Garrett slid the knife under the pillow at his head and reached up to cup her chin. “Don’t think about it right now. It’ll be over quickly I promise.”
“Why? Do you have a problem with premature ejaculation?” Brice couldn’t help the snide remark. His eyes darkened and he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed. “I’m sorry.” She pushed her lips together to prevent a smile from forming.
At first there was a half-smile and then he all out laughed. Then his eyes turned silver and the dick in her hand twitched. She bent forward and took his head into her mouth. Garrett groaned gently threading his hands through her hair. “You have to stop.” She took him deeper and he groaned some more. “Oh God that feels so good, but you really have to stop. Please Brice I mean it.” The hands on her scalp tightened pulling her up. “A nip to the throat is one thing but biting my cock off would be another altogether.”
“I would never. You’re not afraid of a few small teeth are you?”
“Honey,” he seemed to flinch after saying the endearment, “have you ever seen yourself when you go all demon?”
“No. It hasn’t happened very often. My gums tingle and my teeth get a bit sharper. You have nothing to worry about though because I’m not going to change right now.”
“Your teeth get long and seriously sharp and I’m not just talking the ones you have, I’m talking multiple rows of serrated, arrow shaped fangs like, like…” He stopped to think for a second, “Like this.” Garrett turned his arm to her, showing her the tattoo of the half naked girl with the freaky mouth full of teeth. When she looked back up at him, he looked confused. He shook his head. “It can’t be.” He looked from the tattoo to her and back again. “It’s you, the girl from my dream. It happened a long time ago, I should have known. The woman was naked, beautiful, turned me on fangs and all.”
“You tattooed that image on your arm because a freaky demon lady turned you on?”
He rubbed his hand over the ink in a loving fashion. “There was more to it. Something resonated in me. I guess it was a premonition I just didn’t realize it at the time. I normally don’t have visions about myself and I’m always awake when it happens, but then again nothing where you are concerned has been text book in any way.”
Something resonated, yeah like the fact that he knew even then that she was meant to be his mate. Why else would he have put that there? She took another look at the ink, sexy and deadly. Is that how he saw her? Garrett had dreamt about her, tattooed her on his arm but still wouldn’t acknowledge her.
“You’re such an asshole.” She propelled her way forward, bracing herself with her elbows on either side of his head. Before he could answer, she slanted her lips across his, slipping her tongue into his mouth. His cock pushed up against her sex. Garrett bracketed her hips with his hands holding her in place while he rubbed his thick erection against her already slick folds. She moaned, sucking on his tongue before nipping softly. He pulled away and her cry of irritation turned into a deep wretched groan as he lifted her and suckled on her nipple. This new position put the tip of his cock at her drenched, aching pussy. Brice couldn’t wait to feel him inside h
er. Had to…she slid back onto him and her eyes closed as she stretched to accommodate his substantial girth.
“Wait, Brice. We need to use a condom.” His words were choked and although he had said them, his hands clamped tighter on her waist and his hips arched further forward until he was balls deep inside of her. He groaned, “You feel so fucking good.”
She was breathing in choppy pants, trying hard to remember why they needed the condom. There was a reason, a very good reason…oh yes…she wasn’t on birth control. Garrett withdrew before pushing back into her. He grit his teeth but still managed to force out a moan.
“Condom,” she managed to somehow wring out the word between gasps. “Need one.” Already she’d forgotten why.
Garrett cursed and withdrew leaning to the bedside table drawer. It was half full of foil packets. Brice grit her teeth to the familiar tingle in her gums. Jealousy could be a major bitch. She shut her eyes trying to fight back the emotion. Better not to think about future women. Back to the original plan of really great sex. Garrett removed the condom and pulled it over his cock. Brice positioned herself over him and sank down onto his length. She threw her head back at the pure ecstasy that tore through her body. Slowly at first, she soon found a rhythm and just the right angle to ensure that his cock was hitting her sweet spot every time she drove herself down on him.
****
It was exactly as he had seen in the vision, only the sensations were a hundred times more powerful. Garrett decided that it was time to follow the path of the premonition and allow it to happen. He should have done so sooner because in a way, the vision had been like a map detailing what they needed to do to get her to turn. Brice rode him, not too fast, not too slow, taking him deep inside her with every sweet thrust. He needed more, so he grabbed her waist and pumped his hips towards her, keeping the same rhythm. Her perfect breasts swayed and bounced every time their bodies slammed together. The emotions he was feeling were the exact reason he had wanted to avoid this. Just as he had always known, they fit perfectly. It was not just the coming together of two bodies, but the coming together of two souls. Garrett reached up and cupped her glorious mounds. First squeezing their soft mass before rubbing his thumbs over the hard nubs. She moaned throwing her head back and rocked faster. Fuck but he was close, his balls were pulling up. The sensations were building.
Brice lowered her head, her eyes were glowing. Garrett took back his hands, putting them behind his head. To her, he should look submissive, like he was giving full control of the moment over to her. It was more like putting his hands in close proximity to the knife. He was terrified, not of dying which was a very definite possibility but of hurting her. Accidentally killing her. Thankfully the growing need to come had subsided to a bearable level just as her teeth began to erupt from her gums. She thrust harder, snarling in what still sounded like pleasure. Garrett reached under the pillow with both hands, quickly slicing across the palm of his left hand. Brice leaned forward, her eyes had narrowed and were zeroing in on his neck. She placed both her arms as anchors on either side of his body. Best he get moving or his life would soon be over.
Every instinct inside of him was screaming, every hackle was raised, every hair on his body stood on end. For the first time since meeting Brice he felt real, deep seated fear. This had to work. He was in a hurry, so the slash he managed to make between her breasts was longer and deeper than what he had planned. Brice hissed, a terrifying sound that struck him bone deep. She was far quicker than he had ever imagined possible, dropping down to his neck like a heat seeking missile. She was on him before he could complete the required steps to get her back under control.
He was in deep shit.
Chapter Nine
Her teeth latched onto his neck. Garrett realized that he was screaming just like he had in his vision but forced himself to stop. There was no way he was dying wailing like a little baby. He clenched his eyes, expecting excruciating pain as his throat was ripped out. Nothing happened. He couldn’t move because he’d tear his skin if he did. Bee mewled, a tortured sound. Still, somehow even fully turned, she managed to keep some sort of fragile control on the demon inside her. She squirmed but didn’t let go. A trickle of what could only be blood ran down the side of his neck. He didn’t move a muscle let alone breathe.
Brice moved from snarling and hissing to mewling and whining. Her body kept squirming like she couldn’t decide what to do, her teeth remained clamped over his throat. Thankfully the force of her fangs didn’t increase. It became clear that unless he did something…soon…he wasn’t going to survive this. It was a miracle she’d kept control for this long, it couldn’t last long. His dying was one thing but, even worse, many more would die before her rampage ended. Bee would stop only when she was dead and, make no mistake, she would be put to death. No questions asked. His heart felt like it ripped in two at the thought of her dying.
As carefully as possible, he slipped his hand between their bodies. For half a second, he tensed, fully expecting for her fangs to clamp down. When it never happened, he pushed his bloody palm against the wound on her chest. Brice hissed once and her teeth retracted. She collapsed on his chest.
Garrett spun her around, laying her on her back so that he could check her over. “Bee…honey…Brice…” She was unconscious. He brushed the hair from her face and said a silent prayer that she was still breathing. “Brice…” He cupped her cheek, feeling more terrified right now than when his throat had been in her demon jaws. “Please wake up for me.” She moaned, it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. “That’s it. Wake up sweetheart.” Another endearment, he’d gone his whole life avoiding the use of such terms. It was normally the skirt chasers, the players, men like his father that used them so that they didn’t have to try and remember the names of the countless, faceless women they bedded. Yet, for the first time it felt right. She deserved to be called sweet names. Was worthy of them all.
Her beautiful golden eyes opened. They were a little disorientated but normal. “What happened?”
She tried to sit up, but he held her down. “Don’t move yet, catch your breath first.”
“What happened? Oh God…” Her hand flew to his neck. “I’m so sorry. I did this to you.”
“It’s a scratch. Dragons heal quickly, even diluted dragons. It’ll be gone by morning.”
With a sharp intake of breath, her hand rushed to her chest and his eyes followed the movement. The wound was already knitting, should be healed within the hour. “I’m sorry I had to do that, I didn’t mean…”
Brice put her fingers over his lips. “Thank-you. You did what you had to. I nearly killed you, wanted so badly to rip you to pieces but I couldn’t bring myself to kill my mate.” She traced her fingers along the edge of his jaw.
Everything had changed for him. That little bit of demon blood inside of him was right, she was right. In making love to her, he had realized that they were meant to be together. To him, Bee was perfect in every way. She was his. He would never want another woman as long as he lived, he felt stupid for ever thinking himself capable.
“We need a shower and then we need to talk.” He had to tell her how he felt about her, and he needed to tell her all about Evelyn.
* * *
Bee knew exactly what was coming. One times Dear John speech. Garrett picked her up and she couldn’t help but slide her hands around his neck and pull herself in close. He’d grown to mean everything to her.
Garrett put her down carefully and adjusted the faucets till the water was just right. “I’m almost too afraid to ask. Did it work?”
“I don’t know. I’m always calm when you’re near.”
“I’m going to leave the room then.”
She nodded. “Close the door to the bedroom,” she shouted after him. That would do the trick for sure. After a minute or two, nothing happened, it was as if he was still in the room with her. Bee stepped in the shower. The hot spray of water felt good on her back. She should
be ecstatic, she was cured. There was nothing left to keep Garrett in her life. Although she was infinitely grateful, she couldn’t help but feel hurt. She could already feel his loss and she hadn’t even left yet. Bee turned letting the water spray her chest. It stung. The water turned red for a few seconds.
“And?” Garrett stepped into the cubicle with her.
“You did it. Thank you.”
He grinned pulling her into the wall of his chest. “Thank God.” He nuzzled into the top of her head. “Turn around, I’ll wash your hair.”
After grabbing the shampoo, his strong hands rubbed her scalp. Bee had to suppress a moan. No fair, at this rate she may start to believe that their being together was an option, that maybe he’d changed his mind about walking out of her life. Certain parts of her anatomy throbbed, a reminder that they may have had sex but neither of them had gotten off in the end.
Garrett lathered himself with shower gel while she rinsed her hair. They changed places while he rinsed off. “You finish up, I’ll fix us something to eat.” He leaned forward like he was going to kiss her and then thought the better of it shooting her an outrageously sexy grin instead. Her stomach growled, food would be good.
It didn’t take long for her to finish and she was just pulling on a fresh t-shirt when she heard the doorbell. Bee put on a pair of sweats and picked up a brush to take care of her tangled hair. She could hear low voices from the next room. Curiosity ended up getting the better of her, so she snuck a peak around the door jam.
It was a woman, late twenties, long blond hair with an athletic build in perfect proportion. In short, she was beyond plain pretty, more along the lines of movie star attractive, right down to her hot pink nail polish on her toes. The woman wore a pair of white capris and a turquoise strappy top.
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