Demons Like It Hot

by Ayers, Sidney

  “We can’t do this here. We’re in your kitchen.”

  “We’re only kissing. No sanitary concerns there.”

  Matthias nodded. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

  “Seriously? You’re not taking advantage of me.” She swirled a fingertip along his nipple. Hot energy fired inside her. “Why is there so much heat when I touch you?” Serah asked.

  “I think you know why, Serah.” Matthias yanked her against him again, his grip more fierce and intense. “I’m warning you, Serah. You don’t know what I am.”

  “I know you want to kiss me. What’s so wrong with that?”

  “You might not like it.”

  Like hell she wouldn’t. So the guy was an ass at times, but he did know how to kiss. And they’d already kissed anyway. “I kissed you already once. I liked it then.”

  “You did?”

  His inquisitiveness caught her off-guard. Yet somehow she found it a turn-on. “A lot.”

  “You seriously don’t know what you do.”

  “Maybe I don’t, but right now I don’t care.”

  Matthias growled deep within his chest, the vibrations reverberating against her body. He hoisted her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands frantically digging into the corded muscles along his shoulders. His heat throbbed and radiated against her, right down to her core. “We can’t do this here,” he drawled, with a leisurely lick along her earlobe.

  “Fine, the first door on the left then,” she gasped out. Who knew the room she’d set up as sleeping quarters would get more action than sleep. “Lock this time.” Oh God, she couldn’t even manage complete sentences anymore. She was doomed.

  Matthias’s mouth moved to the base of her neck where her pulse bobbed. His tongue traveled with slow, sensuous strokes against each throbbing beat.

  Throwing her head back, Serah moaned. Fingers clawing into his hair, she pulled him closer. “Please?” she gasped out. Not wanting to prolong the wait any longer, she took both hands and craned his head to meet her gaze. She brought his lips to hers.

  Allowing her tongue to swirl along his lips, she prodded them open. Hunger and lust combined as she swept into his mouth. Tongue darting and gliding with Matthias’s, Serah murmured against his lips. Taking his lower lip into her mouth, she nibbled his tender flesh. She pulled her lips away and gazed up at him. “I’m through asking nicely.”

  “I can’t resist you any longer.” He plowed across the kitchen, scattering utensils, pots, and pans in his wake. The clamoring echoed faintly in her ears as other, more passionate, senses took control of her body.

  Without missing one step, Matthias kicked open the door, swung around to catch the doorknob behind him and draw it closed. He flipped the light switch and snapped the lock in place.

  “A bedroom?”

  Serah felt her cheeks flush more. “I’ve pulled a few all-nighters. Makes it a little easier.”

  “Very convenient,” he murmured, tracing his hands up and down her curves. It amazed her how even through the layers of her dress and jacket, his touch still sent shivers of pleasure spiraling through her.

  He laid her gently on the twin bed, fluffing the pillows beneath her head. “The bed’s kind of small. I don’t want to break it.”

  “I hardly use it anyway.” Serah’s hands moved up the expanse of his chest and across his shoulders and down over his biceps. The hard muscle flexed and bunched as he scooted next to her.

  He took her hands, held them in place above her head and looked down at her. “Are you sure you want this?”

  “It’s just sex.”

  He let out a sharp breath. Surely he wasn’t expecting more? They were nothing alike. They were just frustrated and needed some release.

  “Yes, just sex.”

  With that, he lowered his mouth to hers, their lips joining again. He nibbled and suckled her lips, prodding them open with his tongue. It was like their tongues were made for each other. They swirled, laved, and slid along each other in perfect harmony.

  God, he was good. Then again, he had centuries of practice. Centuries, her mind screamed. He probably had a lot more experience than she did. She tensed against his body.

  “Did I do something? Do you—” He abruptly ended his question.

  “How many times have you done this?”

  “I’m not inexperienced,” he said, his hands moving to unbutton her chef’s jacket. “But it’s been about four centuries, so I’m a little rusty.”

  Four centuries? And here she complained to Lucy about her four years of forced celibacy. “I’m rusty too,” she said, her hands working the buckle of his belt. Ripping it open, she threw the belt to the floor and eagerly tugged at the button and zipper. She offered a secret prayer that he’d ditched the boxers. The easier the access the better.

  Matthias returned the favor, ripping open her jacket and sending buttons flying in every direction. “Too many clothes,” he murmured, tracing his tongue along her collarbone. His hands moved into her hair, loosening the ponytail at the nape of her neck. Her curls fell to her shoulders.

  “I love your hair,” he whispered against her lips. Fingers tangled in her curls, he pulled her head closer.

  His hands continued their delicious ministrations, swirling massaging and stroking each curve of her body. Gripping the tie of her dress, he yanked, sending the fabric falling off her body.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He pushed the dress off her shoulders. “No slip? Maybe you’re not as pure as I thought.” His fingertip traced against the lace of her pink pushup bra.

  “Told you,” she gasped out.

  “Nah,” he said with a long lick down her cleavage. “You’re still pure.”

  Oh no. He wasn’t stopping now. She might have pure blood, but that didn’t mean she had pure mind. She reached for his zipper and yanked it down.

  She caught a glimpse of black-and-red polka dots, shielding his manhood from her view. “I was hoping you’d lost those,” she said tracing her fingertips across the silky fabric.

  Matthias gulped, the pulse bobbing along his neck. She might as well give him a show. With a reluctant breath, she moved back to her own body, tracing her fingers up her sides and over her back.

  “What are you doing?”

  “This.” She unhooked her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders and off her body. She moved her hands back down her body to trace along the hem of her matching panties.

  “You are a temptress,” he groaned, pushing her down against the pillows.

  “No, I’m just demonstrating how you undress.”

  “Clothing has changed a lot since I last did this.” Matthias said, placing kisses along her collar and down her cleavage. “Could you help me?” He blew a long breath over one of her nipples.

  Her nipple pebbled instantly as his breath swirled around the sensitive nub. Hot moisture pooled between her thighs. “I can’t concentrate,” she managed to breathe out.

  “I imagine that means I’m doing a good job?” He swirled a tongue across one nipple, his calloused fingers kneading the other. His other hand roamed down her stomach to trace along her navel then lower, to graze the elastic band of her panties. She never knew foreplay could feel so good.

  “Please,” she gasped, her hips grinding up against his hands.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to complicate our arrangement.”

  “It’s just sex.” But was it really? She’d had sex enough to know that nothing ever felt this explosive before. Then again, she’d never done it with a demon before. Maybe that’s why. But seriously, did it matter? She just wanted to feel his body against hers.

  “Yes, just sex,” he murmured, his mouth moving lower, between her breasts and further down her stomach. With slow, almost agonizing movements, he slid her panties down her legs and off her feet.

  “Much better,” he murmured.

  “I know what would make it even better.” Serah reached out to grab the waistline of his cargo pants.
“Getting these pants off you.” To finish her sentence, she traced her fingertips across the bulge of silk popping from his pants.

  Matthias groaned. “You know not what you do.”

  “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.” She laced her fingers into the fabric and yanked both pants and boxers down. She had never thought that particular part of the male anatomy to be attractive. Until now.

  It jutted out, the rosy tip beckoning her to reach out and touch it. She’d never seen one so thick. He was definitely more than a handful. It was pure torture keeping her hands to herself.

  Nibbling her lip, she fought back the urge to reach out and trace her fingertips against the bulging veins. Would he like it?

  “Is something wrong? Are you scared?”

  Hell no, she wasn’t scared. Not in the least. She finally found her voice. “Can I touch you?” She flashed an attempt at a seductive smile. “There?” Her gaze roved over his hard length.

  He reached out and snagged her wrist, wrapping her hand around him. She moved her hand up and down, enjoying the sensation of soft skin, veins, and hardness sliding in her hand. Then it throbbed. Her heart thudded. God, it felt so good.

  “Serah,” he groaned. “I can’t hold back any longer, but I need to know if you’re ready.”

  Ready? She was more than ready. She was ready to burst. “Trust me, I’m ready,” she said with a long stroke up and down.

  His breath hitched. If she kept moving her hand like that, he wouldn’t last much longer. With as much willpower as he could muster, he pulled Serah’s hand from his member.

  “You are going to be the death of me,” he growled, his hands stroking the smooth skin of her thighs. He shouldn’t be doing this, but she had him so worked up. So hot. He couldn’t resist.

  “Please touch me,” she said, her tongue darting along her lips. “Like I did you.”

  How could he refuse such a heartfelt request? He traced his fingertips across her inner thigh. With his other hand, he crept around, stroking and kneading her buttocks.

  She inched her legs open, giving him full access to her most sensitive regions. There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t beautiful. With slow, sweeping strokes, he traced his fingers through the soft curls crowning her mound. He moved lower, brushing a fingertip across her clit. She gasped, her body quivering against him. He circled again, pressing a little firmer into her mound.

  She squeezed her eyes shut, her body thrusting upwards. “Oh God. Please.”

  “What do you want?” he whispered, tracing his tongue along her earlobe.

  “I need you inside me. Now.”

  And there was no place he’d rather be, either. He nodded. With that, he pulled her legs up around him and pushed forward. Taking her lips with his, he thrust deep.

  Serah groaned, latching her legs around him. He wanted her to savor this. He didn’t want it to be just sex. He wanted to make love. He thrust hard but pulled back slow. God, she was so tight. He thrust again, hard and slow. Her body pulsing against him, she moaned.

  “Faster,” she breathed.

  “I won’t be able to stop if I go any faster.”

  “Who said anything about stopping?” She tightened her legs around him and thrust her body upward. “Please?”

  With that, he completely lost control. He slammed in and out, faster and harder. Her walls tightened around him with each thrust. He looked into her eyes, astonished to see them open and glowing with lust. Her breath was ragged as she clung to his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his muscles.

  Her tongue swirled around her lips. Matthias took her tongue in his mouth, the tempo meeting each thrust of their bodies. Serah clenched even tighter around him, moaning against his mouth. She threw her head back, her body rocking against his.

  “Oh God, Matthias!” She shook against him, her body undulating wildly. He groaned, his own release imminent.

  “Please,” she gasped. “You need this.”

  Oh God, he did.

  “Serah!” he roared through gritted teeth. His cock pulsed. He thrust one final time, to the hilt. And then he felt it, as spasm after spasm rocked through his body. A loud, guttural groan burst from his mouth. With that, he collapsed against her, his tongue still tracing along her lips.

  “Wow,” she breathed, her fingers laced in his hair. “Four centuries, huh? Could have fooled me.”

  What the hell had he just done? He pulled away. Curse his overactive libido. It would be the death of him, if it hadn’t been already.

  “We shouldn’t have done that.” Matthias grabbed his pants and yanked them up. “I need to be honest with you, Serah.”

  “Honest? It was just sex, not a marriage proposal.” She looked up at him, her gaze pleading. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “There are things I haven’t told you. Now I’ve taken advantage of you.”

  “I wanted it. I was taking advantage of you.”

  Matthias shook his head. “You won’t want it anymore after I show you exactly what I’ve done. You’ll hate me in the end. But I need to show you. Trust me.”

  “What the hell is your deal?”

  “I didn’t want to do this. But it’s the only way.”

  Damn it, the last time he said that she ended up locked in a changing room with only her watch for protection. “Do what?”

  Matthias closed his eyes, put both hands on her shoulders and spoke some words in Latin.

  The first image came like a lightning bolt. No, her mind screamed. He couldn’t be. But the images didn’t lie. And the memories came flooding back.

  He was the one who had kidnapped her. He was the one who had her thrown in that dungeon. But why was he in the dungeon with her? Shaking her head, she pushed Matthias away from her.

  More memories assaulted her. Matthias’s arms wrapped around her, comforting her. Kissing her, caressing her. With as much passion as he had shown her earlier. Matthias fighting the Infernati guards. Was he protecting her or not?

  Then he did the same thing. Put his hands on her shoulders and spoke Latin. He’d deceived her. Tricked her. She always wondered why she couldn’t remember Belial’s goon kidnapping her and her first imp. Now she knew why. Matthias Ambrose was that goon. She gave herself to him? Her stomach roiled.

  “It was you!”

  “Serah, let me explain.” Matthias reached for her hand.

  She snapped it away. “You tricked me.”

  “I was trying to protect you.”

  “Is that what delivering me to the leader of the Infernati is? Protection? You almost had me killed.”

  “That was not what I was trying to do.”

  “What the hell did you do to me?” She grabbed at her dress, pulling it closed. She scurried off the bed and yanked the ties of her dress closed.

  “I removed your memories to ease your suffering.”

  “Yeah, right.” He expected her to believe that crazy line? “You were trying to erase your evidence.”

  “The moment I saw the mark on your hand, I knew what Belial planned. It started as a kidnapping.” He grabbed Serah and swung her to look at him. His onyx gaze blazed. “I swear by all that I have lost that in the end, I tried to rescue you. You are more valuable to the world alive than dead. Even someone like me knows that.

  “He never told me you were a Pure-Blood. He said he needed something to bargain with.”

  She flung out her leg and kicked him in the shin. “Try your pathetic story on someone else, Matthias.”

  The sudden movement sent Matthias stumbling back. She ripped herself from his arms. She’d had sex with him! A heartless assassin. Someone who sells out to the highest bidder. The bile rose in her throat.

  “There are other reasons. Reasons I can’t explain. Just know that I am sorry.”

  “Sorry?” She yanked open the closet door and grabbed a new jacket. She buttoned it up and slipped on her shoes. “If you’re asking for forgiveness, you’ve come to the wrong woman.”

  “I don’t expect forg
iveness. I just wanted to come clean.” Matthias raked his fingers across the stubble on his chin. “The only way I knew how was to give you your memories back.”

  “They weren’t yours to take.” Fumbling with the last two buttons, she sucked in a deep breath. “You seduced me on purpose, didn’t you?”

  “No. I have feelings for you, Serah.”

  “Yeah, right. If that was the case, you would’ve told me sooner.” She spun around, and narrowed her gaze. “You make me sick.”

  “I don’t expect you to understand, Serah.” Matthias’s onyx gaze pleaded. “I wanted to ease your suffering. Sometimes forgetting is the only way.”

  “You can ease my suffering by getting the hell out of my sight.”

  She spun around and squeezed her eyes shut, the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. What the hell? Anger she could understand. Sadness, though? Screw him. She balled her fists. Too bad she already had. Things were totally and thoroughly fucked up.

  “I never meant—”

  Shaking her head, she gave him a dismissive wave. “Just shut up and get out.”

  He blew out an aggravated breath of air. “As you wish.”

  The door swung open and without further word, he left.

  At the click of the door shutting, Serah buried her head in her hands. If she was going to be sad, she might as well go down with a waterfall.

  She crumpled at the foot of the bed and buried her head in the sheets.

  Chapter 28

  Matthias didn’t blame her one bit. It was all on him—his fault. But it was for the best. Serah would be better off without him and his twisted set of morals.

  He leaned against the door. It was for the best. They’d never have anything anyway. It was for Serah’s own good. No matter how hard he tried to reaffirm his decision, it still cut straight to his heart.

  An assassin with a conscience? He snorted. A dangerous mix.

  “You must be Matthias.”

  The haunting voice carried across the kitchen and tickled his ears. Not a human voice. Not Infernati either, since no stench lingered.

  Matthias spun around.

  She smiled as she lounged against the buffet. A mop of hair of myriad colors fell around her face and down her shoulders. A crimson lace corset left little to the imagination about her womanly assets. There was no mistaking the demon side of her as she stood there clad in a leather skirt and fishnets. Tattoos of ivy and roses vined their way across her chest and down her arms. A leather thong was tied around her neck, and whatever was tied to the end of it nestled snugly in her cleavage. She blew a bubble and smacked her blood-red lips.