by Janie Marie
She likes it when you touch her.
David’s fingers twitched, and she pushed herself toward his hand. He held himself back, but when she let out a little moan and leaned up on her knees to give him more area to explore, he gave in. It was a dream, after all.
Slowly, David slid both hands up along the back of her thighs. She made a little noise of satisfaction while she continued to drink from him. It was an encouraging sound. She wanted him to keep going.
So, when his fingers brushed the edge of his boxers she wore, he didn’t stop. He slid his hands under the hem until he reached her ass. Her body was tense, but she was smiling as she continued drinking his blood.
David had both cheeks in his hands, squeezing. An excited squeal came from her mouth, making him smile.
Fuck, she’s perfect, he thought, massaging her ass as she frantically began to drink him faster. She was a handful for him, and he loved it.
He pulled one hand out, groaning to let her know he was liking what he felt, and squeezed her ass again as he brought his free hand under her shirt.
She moved, her body rocking as she reached up to hold the side of his face before sliding her fingers through his hair. Her body was shaking, and he knew she was getting too overwhelmed with his touch.
“Keep feeding,” he said, pressing his hand on her lower back.
She moaned when his hot skin made contact on her sides at the same time he groaned in deep satisfaction.
Squeezing her side gently, he let his thumb glide over her sensitive pelvic bone. She whimpered, wanting more, so he gave her more. He continued to squeeze and caress her ass while his other hand slid up her back. She moved her body, showing him where she wanted his hands to go, and he followed her silent orders, letting his fingers slide along the curves of her body.
David removed his hand from her ass, loving that she seemed to panic at the thought of him stopping. He grinned and trailed his fingers just under her panty line.
She writhed more and pushed herself into his hand, so he finally let his hand all the way under to grab her whole cheek, and he sighed out, happy with the softness of her skin. Jane moaned in a higher pitched sound before pushing herself up again so that his hands would come down a bit. He knew what she wanted, and he slid his hand out, trailing his fingers around the outside of her panties until he reached her more sensitive area.
Jane stiffened, then screamed out with her mouth still attached to him as his fingers just barely grazed her entrance. He didn’t give her more than that before he reached back around her backside. David grabbed the edge of her panties.
She stopped drinking, her anticipation clear, and when he gave the slightest of tugs to them, she pulled her mouth away with a gasp. “Take them off.” Her panting breaths against his neck made him open his eyes. She lowered her mouth, not biting, only sucking and moaning as she cleaned him. “David, touch me.”
“Shit, is this real?” He looked up at the ceiling as she began kissing his neck.
She didn’t answer him as he stayed still, but she moved so that her panties shifted and reached back so her hand was over his, and helped him shove her panties down. “Off. I need you in me.” She moaned louder and pulled his hand up on her hot—
FUCK! “Jane, look at me!”
His urgent tone startled her, and she lifted her head, meeting his gaze. His hand was still covering her sex, and she was ready for him.
“Baby, I’m sorry.” He started to move his hand away, but she held him. He watched her bite her red lips and breathe slowly as she rolled her hips just a tiny bit, enough that his middle finger slid between her wet folds.
“Oh,” she breathed, her body vibrating.
He wanted nothing more than to keep going, but he removed his hand and hugged her. “Relax. Let your body calm down.”
Jane shook her head. “I don’t want to.” She went to kiss his neck again, but he gripped her shoulders and held her back.
“Stop!”
Her eyes were bright, but he saw his Jane. She wanted him.
She confirmed this with her words. “I want this.”
He growled, shaking his head. “No, baby, we need to stop. You know we can’t do this. We just talked about all this.”
She whined as she kissed his jaw. “But I want more.”
“Fuck, Jane!” He breathed out, trying to control himself. “We really need to stop. We can’t do this.” He lifted his hands, though, and held her to him instead of pushing her away.
She started to slide herself lower so that they would line up, and just when she barely felt his arousal, she gasped. “Please, David.”
He growled out because she was right over him. All he had to do was rip off her panties or shove them to the side, slide his pants down, and he’d be in his own personal heaven.
“Stop,” he said more forcefully as he grabbed her by the side of her neck to peel her away.
Jane sighed and stopped her attempt to fight him. “I want to, though.” She lifted her eyes to his. “It feels right. It feels good.”
Her words pleased him. “You know I want you, Jane. But we can’t. Think about what this does. Think about Death and Jason.”
David saw her worry. She had really forgotten them.
“Oh, God,” she said, looking down at how she was on him.
“I shouldn’t have let myself touch you like that,” he said quickly. “I thought it was another daydream.”
She glanced back at him. “You imagine being with me like this?”
“Baby, all the fucking time,” he said, laughing.
A faint smile teased her lips. “Is it horrible that I still want you?”
He chuckled and shook his head. She looked so innocent. “No, sweetheart.” He rubbed his thumb across her swollen lips and stared into her pretty eyes as he spoke again. “But when I do finally take you, I want you to be all mine. I do not want another man with some sort of claim on you, and I don’t want either of us to regret it.”
Jane sighed, taking deep breaths with her eyes closed.
David studied her face, completely captivated by her beauty as she simply concentrated on calming down. “So, until you are my girlfriend or wife,” he said, pausing when she smiled, “we’re going to have to wait. Because I will not call you that until your heart is truly mine.”
She nodded, leaning her face against his palm. “Okay.”
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said softly.
She opened her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“I really wish I were,” he said as he pulled her so she was not over his dick. “Baby, you have no idea what you do to me.”
She sat up, pressing her hand on his chest. He situated his hands under her ass to keep her from feeling his erection, but she deliberately rocked back and giggled. “I kinda do.”
He laughed, pulling her so she was closer to his chest. “Bad kitty.”
Her flushed cheeks got even redder. “I’m going to Hell.”
“No, you’re not,” he said, shifting his hands so she was on his forearms instead.
Jane let out a breath and glanced around the room. “I might.”
David didn’t like how she said that, especially since he knew Lucifer was after her. “Do you really want to be with me, Jane?”
Her eyes flew back to his, wide and full of surprise. “I-I . . .” She scanned his face. “I think I do.”
He smiled before moving one arm out from under her to pull her down. She was shaking as he brought her face just inches from his.
“When it is no longer ‘I think’, we will be together,” he said, not breaking eye contact. “When that time comes, and you know you love me—when you choose me over the others—I will make us one. I will bury myself so deeply inside you that every male will smell my scent on you no matter how many times you cleanse yourself. Mine.”
“You’re not helping me calm down,” she whispered before biting her lip for a few seconds. “I want to kiss you.”
He groaned and pulled h
er down. It took all his mental strength to kiss her cheek instead of her lips. “Soon. I know it will be soon.”
She whimpered, rubbing her cheek against his lips.
“Can you wait, baby? Can you hold out until things are right?”
Her breaths shook, but she nodded. “Yes.”
He kissed her cheek again. “Good girl.” He gave her one more kiss and held her away. She looked embarrassed but needy. It was the sexiest she’d ever looked to him.
“I need new panties,” she whispered, staring at his blanket.
He grinned. “I know.”
Her glare was instant.
“What? I need a cold shower, if that makes you feel better,” he said, laughing.
She smiled and turned her head, giggling. “Does that make you mad, though?”
“Why would I be mad?”
She chewed her lip. “Because I didn’t relieve you.”
He sat up, using his forearm under her ass again so she wasn’t riding his dick, and cupped her cheek. “You only please me, Jane.” He sighed as he pondered what Jason had done to make her think this way. Then again, she always felt used for sex, so he needed to help her see the love behind his actions. “I am brought more relief in knowing I did not take advantage of you.”
“Does it frustrate you, though?” She sounded so lost now. This was why they had to wait.
“No.”
“Will you have to go—um—you know?” She looked down. “Jack off?”
“I would not do that with you sitting right here. I have before, not while I have been with you, of course—but I have masturbated in the past, Jane.”
Her eyes watered, and her breathing sped up.
“Hey.” He rubbed her cheek. “Baby, I have not done it since meeting you. I haven’t done it at the thought of another woman, even before you. Yes, as a human, I did, but after learning about you, I have only dreamt of you. Sometimes, I awoke, aroused, not able to control myself because I merely thought of you. So, I have, in the past, relieved myself to the thought of you.”
“But you didn’t know me.”
“I’ve seen your eyes, the outline of your face, and your smile for as long as I can recall, Jane. Imagining you, that is what does it for me . . . But I will not go pleasure myself with you sitting here. Never.” He kissed her cheek. “It will be completely different when we are together. Any release will be inside you.”
“David,” she said, moaning a little.
He swallowed and held her tighter. “Don’t say my name like that, Jane. Fuck. You make it so hard to be noble.” He kissed her cheek. “I love you,” he said. “And I apologize for getting you aroused. I promise I will never leave you unsatisfied when the time comes.”
“You’re not helping again, David.”
He nuzzled her nose. “Apologies, my love. Let me go shower and change. Stay here and keep trying to calm down. When I am finished, I will get you something to change into.”
As he lifted her up, she spoke again. “If you need to do it, you can.”
He froze, staring into her eyes. She really thought it was something he had to do. “Baby, if I ever did that, I would do it with you. There will be days when we will not be able to be together, and if you feel the desire, I will gladly give you what you want, but I will only do it if you are there, enjoying the experience with me.”
“Like watching you do it?”
“If it pleases you, yes.”
She bit her lip, and he could practically see her imagining him masturbating right in front of her.
“I would show you respect, my love. But I will please you in ways we both enjoy. Either way, you are who I will see and feel when I achieve any release.”
Jane crawled off him, adjusting the underwear and shirt she wore as he stood up. “I’ll wait here.”
David leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I enjoyed every bit of what we just shared.” He took a deep breath. “Soon.”
Using the back of her hand, Jane wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was bent over, bracing herself with the other hand on her knee as she bared her fangs at the three men opposite her. Two stepped back, but the deadliest stayed put, grinning as he watched her.
“Well done, baby,” he said, sheathing his sword. “Come back, Jane.”
She hissed, growing angrier when he simply smiled.
He took one step forward, and she backed up, holding out her hand, ready to unleash all her power on him.
“My love,” he said, tilting his head.
She copied him, snarling upon seeing him grin again.
“You need to focus,” he said. “We are sparring, not enemies. Do you really want to hurt me?”
“Yes!” she said, taking an offensive position, her vision tunneling, completely focused on him.
He mimicked her offensive position, forcing her to move into a defensive stance. She hissed, furious he bullied her like this.
“Do you know who I am, Jane?” he asked.
She knew exactly who he was, but she didn’t answer him.
“Yes, you know me. Do you want me to hold you?”
A low growl left her mouth. He took two steps, and she moved again, making him chuckle. The deep timbre of his voice made her shiver, and she bit her lip until she tasted her own blood.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Jane.”
“Fight me!” she yelled.
David, that was who he was, smiled and looked toward the two other men she’d been fighting. It was the distraction she needed. She lunged.
David moved faster, stepping aside just in time and grabbing her by her upper arms before slamming her against a wall. It didn’t hurt, but she roared, snapping her jaws as she tried to hit him. He merely pinned her hands and pressed his body against hers, sliding one of his legs between hers to hold her slightly off the floor.
It felt good.
“Get off me!”
“Shh . . .” He lowered his face toward hers, and she welcomed his scent.
Home.
He smiled, rubbing his cheek against hers. His skin was hot, and she wanted nothing more than to feel all of him. She knew him. My David.
Slowly, he let go of her arms and cupped her cheek with one hand as he whispered in her ear, “There you are.”
Jane blinked, the need to fight fading as the desire to be closer to him consumed her. “David?”
He leaned back a little and brushed his nose against hers. “Hi, baby.”
She sighed, placing her hands on his shoulders. “How’d I do?”
That gorgeous smile of his lit up his face, and he kissed her nose before moving back more. “Incredible. Do you feel okay?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“Very impressive, Jane,” Hades said, pulling their attention away from each other.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Jane looked between Hades and Tristan. They were leaning against a table, their clothes torn and bloody.
Tristan smiled and pushed away from the table. “You fought well, Jane. Control over your abilities is coming along nicely.”
“Are you hurt badly?” she asked, blushing when David kissed her cheek before he lowered her to her feet and took her hand.
“We will be fine,” Tristan said. “I think I am going to take off, though.” He glanced at David. “Same time tomorrow?”
“I’ll let you know,” David said.
Tristan nodded, and after shaking hands with Hades, he left the training room.
“I think I will be off as well,” Hades said as he walked toward the weapons table, returning the sword he borrowed. “Let me know what time you would like to train tomorrow. We can address some of the issues you had with your telekinesis.”
“All right,” she said before blurting out a question. “Hades, do you have the weapons you mentioned Death gave you?”
His pale-blue eyes twinkled at her. “I always have them at my disposal.”
She frowned and watched David shrug at her. “Why not use them? Are they too dangerous?”
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Hades smiled. “I actually do not know if they will harm you since they come from Death. Would you like to see?”
“If it’s okay with you,” she said.
In an instant, an eerie green glow formed around his forearms and chains encircled them before two demonic looking swords appeared, one in each hand. They were shorter than the ones the knights fought with, including hers. There were skulls etched into the hilts, and strange carvings covered both blades.
“What are the chains for?” she asked.
Hades frowned before he answered. “Long range attacks.”
“Really?” David asked.
Hades suddenly threw one of his swords toward a punching bag that was on the floor. The sword ignited into green flames instantly and morphed into a claw-like weapon. It grabbed the bag on impact, and Hades yanked the chain, forcefully launching the bag in their direction.
David pulled her away when the bag was a few inches from her, but Hades swung his other sword, cutting the bag in half so that it flew around them.
David growled, putting his arm over Jane’s shoulder. “Perhaps, next time, ask her to stand aside before sending an object as heavy as she is straight at her!”
“I’m fine,” she said, rubbing his side, but not taking her eyes off the clawed weapon.
David grunted, muttering something she didn’t understand.
“No, he is right,” Hades said, smiling. “My master would torture me for weeks if he knew I had done that.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “This is how you kill the Keres things?”
Hades nodded. “Yes. I can pluck them from the sky as they flee.”
Jane noticed his smile had faded. “Does it bother you? Working for him?”
“Bother me? No. I asked for this.”
“But you were already immortal, were you not?” she asked. “And you look upset.”
Hades sighed and the chains, along with the swords, vanished. “Everything has a price, young beauty. This is mine. The chains are my reminder I am bound to Death, and that I will never find peace. Even if the world ends, I will follow him. I will never reach Heaven.”