“You are mine … to do with as I need.” He slammed me against a wall, and I held on tight while he propelled my sexual ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck me. Please, never stop. Yes,” I squealed, like a fangirl, as my body felt as if it would explode and cover the living room with my satisfaction.
Every inch of me ached as hours passed before Thadeus exploded into my sore pussy. I slithered off him, collapsing on the carpet as I subdued to his masterful skill.
“If I were to receive that pleasure—every day—I would gladly serve as your dog.” My pelvis jerked, remembering his erect invasion and annihilation of my core.
He stretched himself out next to me and propped onto one arm. “You have done something to my mind: bewitched me with your desire. I have not felt this lust … in centuries.” He lazily ran a claw from my lips down to my depleted clam.
“I will find a different way for you to collect souls. You must leave that human form and that … female you have resided with.” His inflamed pupils entranced me while I lost sight of everything, except for him.
His claws slowly worked my clit, and I felt as if my internal fire would ultimately cause me to self-combust.
“Ahh … you have enslaved me with your touch.” My wings pricked my back as he hovered above my exhausted clam. He nudged my thighs wide and gazed up at me. “You are wrong—I am enslaved by your touch.” Something in my mind snapped blank as every lingual stroke caused a raw-nerve sensation to supernova me into an orgasmic trance.
His attentive tongue soothed my invaded twat. I bucked at his face as each heart-stopping climax rocked from my center. Without much effort, I became feeble putty for him to handle as he increased my pleasure. He shifted to his knees and filled me with his dense cock, pleasing me as he stretched me. Our wings encircled as we formed a sexual cocoon.
“You must … only join with me.” His touch, thrust—everything had me willing to commit.
Hold up! Commit?
My thoughts ran frantic with uncertainty while he continued to dominate me with his cock.
He gave me too much pleasure, but could it be enough to keep me eternally satisfied?
I’d once thought of monogamy, but I’d been too sexually needy to just be with one person. Ultimately, collecting souls had allowed me to quench my lustful hunger.
Could I give that up . . . for Thadeus?
“But. Um. I … I’m not sure,” I huffed-out as he slammed into me … One. Last. Time.
“Is this not what you want, Kate? To be with me would be the end of your soul-collecting task. To be with me would be your freedom from Panora’s punishment. And we would be like this, together, for an eternity … if you want.” He lifted to pull himself out of me, but I couldn’t let him go—I hurriedly wrapped my legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper.
No. No. I’m not ready to quit him.
I’d known that my ambiguous response would conclude in his rejection. However, I’d deeply hoped that he’d give me time to make such an afterlife-changing decision.
“What you don’t understand—” I feverishly bucked on him because I knew it’d be my last time, “is that I like new lovers—so what you thought as punishment, I’ve immensely enjoyed.” I slammed onto him, building my last orgasm, since I knew he’d grow furious.
His eyes hooded with disappointment as his once inflamed eyes returned to their regular charcoal hue. He hadn’t pushed away from me, so I nudged him to his back and finished up our time with the cock ride I’d always wanted.
“I only want you,” he moaned, gripping at my hips as he used his dick to convince me to submit to his command.
An explosive swelter vibrated from my core as the room began to spin. I felt as if I would lose control, but then he cradled me against his frame. In a flash, he raised us with his strong dragon wings—and, midair, I yelled with orgasmic relief as he followed shortly after.
“Are you all right? You’ve barely said a word since breakfast.” Olive’s forehead creased as she lifted our bags and then shoved them into the trunk of her Hyundai SUV. I’d kept quiet as I carelessly followed her into her vehicle.
I closed my eyes, remembering how Thadeus had marked and claimed me. Every inch of me yearned for him to penetrate me—over and over again. My mind wandered, reminiscing of his masculine but smooth skin, pressing against mine while his weight held me down; and how every one of his kisses felt as if he had entranced me.
He’d absolutely owned me after that fucking.
Disappointment ruined my memories as I realized that we hadn’t even kissed. We fucked, and nothing more.
So how could he want more from me if I’d been nothing more than a drenched clam around his throbbing dick?
“Ivy?” Olive’s tone stung with annoyance. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped at the steering wheel. “Seriously, what’s going on with you?” Her warm chestnut eyes saddened with each passing minute. A soft remorseful smile spread on my lips as I considered a lie that would help her get off my case.
“We’ve had too much fun, and I’m just tired, babe. That’s all. Too many late nights have finally caught up with me.” I gave her firm thigh a gentle squeeze.
In the background, some dumbass pop song buzzed while we drove to a somewhat ritzy hotel in downtown Naples. I sulked, regretting my decision to let him go. Somehow, everything outside of the SUV window lacked luster. It felt as if rejecting Thadeus had imprisoned me in a mental purgatory.
No, you cannot feel for him, Kate. Feelings only lead to disaster.
Olive eased into a spot in the hotel’s parking lot, then said something that I unintentionally ignored. I squeezed my thighs closed while memories of Thadeus’s touch plagued my concentration. Without hesitation, I followed Olive as she stepped out of the car—but then I bumped my head on the car door.
“Babe, are you sure you’re all right?” She rushed to my side as concern wrinkled the corners of her eyes. Her caring stare agitated me, but I had to continue with my façade.
Why did everyone have to show a sudden interest in me?
I’d come to enjoy my new job, but now all these feelings had begun to fuck with my mind.
Thadeus had promised to figure out a way around my soul-colleting duty. His voice enthralled my thoughts and memories while his touch lingered, knocking the breath out of me.
“Maybe we should just stay in tonight? You look a tad ill.” Olive looped her arm around my waist and carried our bags. I noticed a door had been left open, so I snapped my fingers—slamming it shut. Olive stopped, staring from my face to the car. I shrugged and offered, “Did you not feel that brisk breeze that just blew past us?” I nudged at her back until she finally dismissed the self-closing vehicle.
When we stood inches from the hotel’s gleaming glass door, it slid open and Olive gasped with delight while we stepped into a mildly opulent reception area. Ivy’s weakening body urged me to take a seat in a nearby comfy chair. Unlike my possession of Scarlet, my new vessel never telepathically communicated. She’d become a skin suit that lacked any mental response. The longer I stayed in her body, the more imperative it became for me to find a way out of this situation.
I readjusted myself in the lobby’s chair while I watched Olive return from the reception desk. She approached with an apprehensive stare that wrinkled her brow. “All done . . . Ivy, you look fluish. Let’s get you up to the bed, cool?” She extended her hand, helping me out of the plush navy seat. My legs wobbled as I grasped onto the Olive’s arm before collapsing back, landing on my ass.
I rolled my eyes at a random, nosey mom who clung to her children. “Is she all right? She looks sickly.” Nosey mom pushed her preschoolers behind her lilac spring dress.
“Mind yours, lady. I’m fucking great.” I gave her a squinty-eyed glare as I firmly pressed into Olive’s side.
With small, thought-out steps, we approached the elevator and waited to board. Every inch of Ivy’s dying body weighed me down, and I
knew I’d have to dispose of her sooner than I’d expected.
Bing! Rang the elevator before immense metal doors slid open to an empty lift.
“Maybe a quick nap will help you shake away whatever this is.” Olive offered as we stepped onto the uneasy platform.
I briefly felt as if Ivy would violently vomit my demonic soul from her festering vessel. With each ticking second, I worried that I’d have no choice but to do as Thadeus had suggested: abort my soul-sucking mission and become his … His pet? Demon girlfriend or wife?
What the fuck did he want from me?
How would any of the normal relationship shit work in the demon world?
Could demons ever have a happily-ever-after?
We jolted to a stop before the sleek reflective doors slid open to an empty hotel floor. Olive hugged me tighter against her side as she cautiously helped me towards our room.
“Wait—where are our bags?” My voice croaked while my knees felt weak.
“An employee noticed how horrible you felt, and offered to bring them up. She hugged me tighter as we approached our hotel room.
I sighed heavily, just as we came to a stop. The rooms surrounding ours lacked life, as if we occupied the only dwelling on that floor.
“Could you lean against the wall, only for a minute, please?” Her warm eyes wistfully searched for my answer. I nodded as a dry gulp struggled down my arid throat. A tremor shook within me as I reached for the smooth door frame. She slipped the key card in, then the metal lock’s light flashed green before we opened it and stepped inside. My face grimaced when a stale Pine Sol smell assaulted my senses. My hands swiftly covered my mouth as I bolted towards the bathroom. Disgusting bile seeped from the corners of my lips as I barely made it to the toilet. I urgently lifted the lid and hugged the Porcelain God while putrid chunks hurtled, violently bursting from my mouth. Sweat prickled along my brows as a mild relief swept over me.
Olive coughed and then asked, “Ivy … could you be pregnant?”
What?
Me!
Pregnant?
How?
My demonic soul plunged into Ivy’s memories, searching for her whore list. It hadn’t surprised me that she spread her legs easier than I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter on a hot, Texas Roadhouse roll. I anxiously closed my eyes, willing to somehow see within Ivy’s uterus. Relief struck me when I noticed that it lacked any type of fetal growth.
“No. Of course not. What would make you think that?” I pushed away from the toilet and leaned on the nearby ceramic tub.
Maybe I’d had food poisoning, since vomiting had significantly lessened my death-like symptoms. For a brief moment of insanity, I pondered if somehow … Thadeus had impregnated my demon form.
Fuck—could that even be possible?
On wobbly legs, I grasped the tub, lifting until I could pace myself towards the sink. The cold, comforting metal knob twisted to the left before I cupped the frosty water and then splashed my face. I peered to the right and located a mini bottle of mouth wash.
After I felt as if I’d rinsed the filth away, I shut off the faucet, patted my face and then followed Olive to the bed.
“Not bad, huh? Considering it was short notice and all.” Her chestnut eyes gleamed with excitement as she admired our hotel room.
“Yeah,” I mumbled as I turned down the bed sheets.
“That body has twenty-four hours, Kate.” Thadeus’s voice boomed throughout the room, just as a knock summoned Olive to the door.
He materialized as the thick demon man-meat who instantly revived me. I needed to touch every inch of his chiseled everything: cheek bones, chin, and all the right muscles—biceps, pecs, and fucking brick-like thighs. Within days, he’d made me his damn groupie. My lust roared for another round with my demon commander.
“Ivy, what the heck? You were just pale and now you’re blushing.” Olive gaped at me with her annoying, smothering girlfriend stare.
“Rid yourself of her and that vessel.” Thadeus’s charcoal eyes yearned with animalistic lust. He’d just had me a few hours ago; and yet, his hungry desire darkened his stare. My breath evaded me as a succumbing longing urged me to do as he commanded.
“Sleep.” I flicked a ball of energy at Olive, then she swiftly toppled over like a Jenga tower.
Thadeus’s pecs flexed with satisfaction—because he knew that I needed him, but he stood there like a ravenous predator who impatiently waited for his next meal.
“Shed the heap of filth, and show me your demon form.” His gaze intensified while my pulse quickened to an uncontrollable rhythm.
Like an irresistible minx, I slithered out of Ivy’s mouth. My inner-fire blazed when he stared me down, desirously waiting for my next move. I felt like the only woman in his world as he intently gazed at me. Without a second thought, I willed Ivy’s form to levitate until she fell on top of Olive. Then my dragon-like wings expanded as my silver hair snagged on my horns. I ignored the discomfort and crawled across the bed until Thadeus’s growth enticed me from beneath his kilt. I reached for him, but he gently grasped my wrist and forced my stare to join with his.
“I need more than this, Kate. A demonic eternity has been desolate without … a loyal companion. I want more than lust-filled fucks.” Thadeus jerked his attention toward the curtained window. His brows creased with distress, as if it panged him to confess his true intentions.
Thadeus’s visible vulnerability discomforted me.
I’d just wanted to suck and fuck, but he’d obviously needed more than I could give.
“But … haven’t you … um, you know? Haven’t other demons kept your dick happy?” I bit my lip, waiting for his dark stare to return to my face. But instead, he continued to glare at the wall.
His silence confused me. He had a statuesque body, one that I could never imagine anyone rejecting. Sympathy panged at my heart as I considered that he’d spent so many years—possibly decades—without a lover.
“At first I tried, but after my first five years, I surrendered the idea of discovering and maintaining a substantial lover.” His sinister glower returned as he stared down at me. I felt tiny under his unwavering attention, as if he could just swat me away or collect me into his massive arms.
Thadeus had pleased me to a point that my lustful hunger felt temporarily quenched. Yet, I quickly began to doubt that our fucking would keep me loyal. I had a tarnished track-record. I would certainly stray, I always had—especially when I felt ignored and unsatisfied.
I had to live by what my twat wanted, not my heart. What my heart sought would only cause discontent.
His sweltering touch shattered my thoughts and jolted my gaze to his hunger-filled stare. “I’m not sure … No, I know I cannot give you what you need, Thadeus. I’m not meant to be loyal—I’m a cheating man-eater who swings both ways. My sexual hunger is unquenchable.” I instantly diverted my gaze from his because I couldn’t stand to see his disappointed expression. An overwhelming agony shook through me. I’d sealed my destiny. My heart sank, since I felt utterly alone when he swiftly released my wrist and then vanished from the room … and possibly my life.
Anxious thoughts had kept me from sleeping. Somewhere deep in my fucked-up head, I wanted an eternity with Thadeus. But how could that even happen? My soul-collecting had become my punishment for my treacherous life. As a human and demon, I sought out revenge. Why should I deserve any type of happiness?
My gaze shifted from the curtains to Olive’s sleeping face. Before I’d surrendered from exhaustion, I’d levitated her to my side and left her in her frumpy jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers.
For hours, through Ivy’s eyes, I stared at the orange, blue, and green flower-patterned curtains. Thadeus’s proposal had continuously cycled in my mind, but I couldn’t convince myself to accept him.
An eternity would be too long to be—with anyone.
Ivy’s vessel withered more, and I became restless as I acknowledged that, regar
dless of what I wanted, I’d have to ditch her ASAP. Olive stirred to my left, and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending that I’d been in a deep sleep.
“Ivy?” She jabbed at my shoulder.
“Hmmm?” I lazily rolled towards her then my eyes gradually blinked open.
After all, I had an act to portray.
Her gaze searched my face, then made its way down to my hands that rested at my sides. “You look better, not so green. Anyhow. How are you feeling?” She covered her mouth to shield me from her morning breath.
“All right … I guess.” I shrugged and then rolled to lie flat on my back. Honestly, I felt awful. Rejecting Thadeus had left me questioning if I’d made the right decision.
Olive stayed silent, then stirred as she grew tired of my aloofness. Eventually, she wandered out of bed and into the bathroom.
Lust-infused memories tormented me while I fought my emerging need to submit to Thadeus.
Fuck, what has he done to me?
Olive sang in the shower, and I continued to be plagued by what would be the best decision for me.
Could he keep me pleased, for an eternity?
As if my body had to rebuttal my mind’s concerns, a reminiscing ache throbbed within me as I remembered Thadeus claiming me. He’d expelled so much pleasure from me, but not once did he kiss me. Maybe if I connected with him on a more-than-fucking level, then I could decipher if he could be it for me.
Let’s be serious, could you even settle-down, Kate?
Olive returned dressed, so I silently sauntered toward my luggage to collect my clothes and toiletries. Thadeus’s saddened charcoal eyes flashed in my mind. Regret instantly panged me as I swayed with grief and recognition that I’d been too self-centered to reject him. My decision had been my self-destructive way to guard myself from becoming weak.
Because demons are incapable of love.
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