“Come on.” Taking Mandy’s hand, he led her toward his home. He briefly entertained the idea of taking her in a dark alley but discarded it. The sex between them would be loud, dirty, and desperate. He needed her at home, stark naked so he could drink in the sight of her luscious curves. He needed her spread wide and begging. He needed to see her pretty face and hear her scream out his name as she came around his cock.
“I’m Maverick, by the way” he introduced himself as they hurried down the street. “I don’t know what’s happening between us, Mandy, but I need to fuck you, taste you, be inside of you right now.”
“I’m partial succubae,” she said, without flinching at his openness.
That told him nothing. No, no partial succubae had a hold like this on any demon. On humans, yes. Succubae and incubi could make mortals lose their minds for a single minute of sexual ecstasy, but not demons, they were immune to the incubi/succubae magic. Furthermore, he was a Nightmare demon, known for his self-control, patience, and wits. He was fearless. He brought people their worst nightmare, concocting twisted stories to make them scream with terror in the middle of the night. He waited, created and collected fear. Acting impulsively was against his nature. Being scared was against his nature. He was doing both in a space of less than half an hour. The uncontrollable madness to take the redhead to bed was inexplicable but it was something beyond him: he had to do it. That thought frightened him like nothing else ever had in his lifetime, yet he couldn’t step away from it.
“Maverick?” His name on her lips jolted him back to the present. His anxiety took second place as he glanced at Mandy.
“Almost there,” he said more to himself than to her, while squeezing her hand.
They hurried to his apartment building without another word, the tension between them growing with every step. Maverick cursed inwardly as they took the lift to his apartment. The usually empty box was filled with nosy neighbors getting home from work. He smiled politely at them, ignoring the stares and raised eyebrows. Finally, they reached his apartment. His heart fluttered against his chest and his hands trembled slightly as he fitted the key into the lock and opened the door. Mandy walked inside and he followed a step behind, watching the way her hips swayed.
“Alone at fucking last.” With a sharp tug, he grasped her hand and drew her into his arms.
“Maverick,” she moaned his name and his cock jumped excitedly. She hadn’t lost interest. “Maverick.” Pushing her against the nearest wall, he kissed her hard. Mandy moaned, her body undulating against his, her pubis grounding against him in search of sweet release. He took his time, locking lips with her repeatedly, nipping and tugging on her bows and bringing out cries of delight that he swallowed like a starving man. Her small hands roamed all over him, inflaming the desire she’d infused in him from the moment they’d met. Drawing her hips to him, he rubbed his encased cock against her.
“Oh my, fuck me, please, Maverick, I can’t stand it anymore.” She desperately grinded her hips against him, while he kissed her again, licking, sucking and mimicking the act they’d be doing soon. His hands slid to cup her ass and knead the warm flesh.
“Please Maverick, please.”
His fingers slid against her crack and under the elastic of her panties to her pussy.
“Damn, you’re so wet, sweetheart, I could slide into you in one thrust.”
“Do it,” she commanded.
Growling, he pulled back to stare at her. Mandy had her eyes closed. She was panting, her heavy breathing lifting her breaths enticingly, her swollen nipples standing out beneath the flimsy material of her dress. His mouth watered. Damn it all, he’d take it slow later. With frenzied movements, he pulled off her dress and panties.
She was beautiful. A rosy taint covered her cheeks and chest as he took her in. She was a freckled goddess, her body full, curvaceous, sexy. Her breasts were a handful, creamy with dark nipples that kissed the air and begged to be touched and sampled. He reached for them, squeezing the flesh and flicking his index finger over the hard nubs. Mandy moaned. His gaze roamed lower, to the apex between her thighs and the glistening red curls covering her swollen folds. He inhaled sharply, her musky fragrance elevating his hunger for her another notch. It would have to wait. Licking his dry lips, he forced himself to look at her face.
“Turn around,” he said gruffly, eager to see her backside and curious about the horns he’d felt earlier.
“I rather not.”
He tilted his head, observing her and wondering how many times she’d had to answer that request with a negative. Perhaps, she didn’t realize that he wouldn’t run off. Grinning, he sprang his fangs out.
“Don’t be shy, I promise I won’t scare off like those wimpy humans.”
Eyes wide, she nodded before turning her back to him. Maverick gaped. Blue horns? A shrivel of fear raced down his spine. It couldn’t be. He glanced at his chest, staring at his tattoos. She couldn’t be his mate, could she? Although, that would explain this madness and his need to claim her and bury his cock deep inside her at any cost. He’d wanted women before, he’d had women before, plenty, but this mind-blowing desperation was out of the ordinary.
“Maverick?”
He snapped back to reality, aware that she was waiting, her breath held for his reaction. How many human men had fled at the sight of her protuberances? How many demons had spurned her because of her human nature?
“They’re amazing,” he whispered, reaching out to brush his finger against one of them. Mandy tensed at the touch.
“Does it hurt?”
She shook her head. He slipped his digit higher up her spine, caressing another dark blue horn. This time he clearly heard her soft moan.
“Sensitive?” he asked, leaning into her, brushing his lips on her shoulders while running the side of his index finger against one of the horns.
“Yes,” she hissed, her hips pushing back.
He kissed the spot where her shoulder and neck met and she whimpered. He didn’t know much about Blue Horns, except that it was a common disease between succubae and incubi that involved mating and a heightened sex drive, but he did know a desperate woman when he saw one.
“How long have they been blue?” he asked, dropping another kiss.
“Weeks. I’m on my final stages.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
Mandy sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly.
“I haven’t climaxed in a really long time,” she said quietly.
His breath hitched as a warm glow he didn’t expect nestled in his heart. She hadn’t found release in some time and he was the chosen one to make her climax. The thought humbled him. He would make it worth for her, but first, he’d give her, her very much-needed release.
“Mandy.” He reached between her legs, spreading then apart, his fingers sliding amid the curls of her wet sex. “I want to taste you, but—“
“I need you inside me now, Maverick,” she interrupted.
Maverick grinned. “My thoughts, exactly. I’m going to fuck you, hard and fast, Mandy, and you are going to come for me long and loud. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes,” she gasped. He could hear the held back tears of relief in her shaky voice.
“It’s going to be okay.” Spinning her around, he kissed her lips before dipping his head to drop a few more kisses down her chest. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, caressing him. The tip of his tongue snaked between his teeth to touch her jutting nipple. Mandy hissed, her wandering hands digging into his flesh.
“Maverick, I can’t take this much longer,” she cried out as he rolled her nipple in his mouth and nipped. “Fuck me, now.” He felt the tremble of her hands as she dove toward his belt, attempting to pry it open.
“Here, let me.”
Quickly, he undid the clasp and opened his jeans. Before sliding them off, he took his wallet and pulled out a condom. Mandy watched him with round eyes as he lowered his garments and sheathed his dick.
“Turn ar
ound,” he ordered. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to take her from behind. He wanted to see her beautiful horns while he fucked her.
“I don’t—”
He didn’t let her finish. Roughly, he twirled her around, pressing her body against the wall. Mandy let out a surprised squeal but she didn’t protest further as he bent her forward. The sight of her pussy overrun with juices came into view for a second before he pushed inside her with a single thrust. Maverick wanted to speak, to explain with words how amazing she felt, but he couldn’t. He pumped into her in quick strokes, extracting moans and whimpers of delight from Mandy. He leaned further into her, his t-shirt brushing against some of her sensitive horns and he absently wished he had taken the time to remove it. Later, he promised himself. Aware of her hypersensitive horns, he pressed into them with his chest. “Fuck, yes, Maverick! I’m so close.”
He pounded into her, sweat rolling off his back. His grunts, mingled with Mandy’s cries of pleasure seemed to fill the room. His balls slapped against her, his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, her heat and tightness bringing him closer to the edge with every thrust. Reaching between them, he searched for her clit and rubbed it in gentle circles. It didn’t take long. Mandy’s body tensed, her head falling to her chin as she bellowed her climax by calling out his name. He followed seconds later, holding her hips in a bruising grip as he ground against her, emptying his load with a primeval growl.
Chapter Four
Colors danced behind Mandy’s closed eyelids, her toes curled and the damn inside her burst as she climaxed. Tears rolled down her face, relief and pleasure colliding and mingling in one huge wave that shook her from head to toe. For that blissful instant, the tension, the fear, the worry of the past few days disappeared. Her mind became a blank slate filled with only one thing: intense pleasure. It started between her legs, where she and Maverick where joined and spread in delightful shocks throughout her body making every inch of her hypersensitive.
Unfortunately, just as it came, it was gone. The petite-morte vanished too quickly, barely leaving behind a tingling reminder of its power. Mandy trembled. Her body was heavy and spent, her knees shook and tears streamed down her face in a stream she couldn’t control. She felt Maverick pull out, emptiness making her shiver. Confusion took hold of her. She’d finally climaxed. After days of deprival, her body had responded to sexual stimulation and it was all thanks to the man that currently carried her in his arms and into a sober bedroom of black and white furniture. As he pulled back the sheets and laid her down, she recalled Doctor Cyril’s words: “You must find your mate and when you do he’ll be the only one capable of making you climax again.”
Fear gripped her, quieting her tears as the demon climbed in bed next to her, pulling her tight against his embrace, comforting her with his solid strength. Was he her mate?
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
She tilted her head to glance up at him. Kindness and concern for her wellbeing mingled in Maverick’s azure eyes. Her breath caught and a fresh bout of tears threatened to escape her. He wasn’t her soul mate. He couldn’t be. Arousal slammed into her body so strong her vision swam and she realized that though Maverick caressed her shoulders, he didn’t touch her back. Her horns were still there along with her desperate need to climax and her hopeless quest to find the love of her life in a few days. It had been silly of her to hope that fate would be so kind. She closed her eyes, but snapped them open again at the touch of Maverick’s fingers on her face, gently cupping her cheek.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Mandy didn’t reply, instead she reached for the demon’s face, gently running the tip of her fingers over his beard and across his soft lips. Maverick’s lips parted, his pupils dilating with lust as one of her digits caught against his fang. Sparks burst. She was a match, Maverick was the striker, and together they’d create not a flame, but a bonfire. Sensually, he sucked her finger into his mouth, causing the pulse between her legs to return with force. An idea occurred to her. Maybe Maverick was just a reprieve.
“You okay?”
Inching closer to the masculine warmth, Mandy nodded. Demon or not, a form of alleviation or not, she’d gladly take the demon passion over nothing. Pressing her mouth to his, Mandy moaned as his unique flavor exploded over her taste buds. He was sweet and fruity, exotic, like something from another world and another country. Before, everything had been primal, carnal and animalistic. Her earlier desperation had made it impossible for her to discern tastes but now that she was slightly more relaxed, she would take her share of her demon lover.
Nibbling over his pouty bows, she locked lips with him repeatedly. She couldn’t get enough of his taste, his softness or the way his lips molded to hers. It was intoxicating. Their tongues rolled and skimmed against each other, tangling. Every swipe and every lick heightened her lascivious thoughts, moans she couldn’t hold back spilling from her mouth into Maverick’s. His hands roamed over her curves, exploring every inch and making her temperature rise further.
“Beautiful Mandy,” he whispered while dropping butterfly kisses along her jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone. Mandy arched her back, her horns hitting his forearm as she presented her breasts to him. His primal growl reverberated through her as he lowered his head to take one of her nipples between his teeth, rolling it before sucking it fully into his mouth. Mandy cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding his head to her breast, silently urging him on.
“Harder, Maverick, Harder.” She urged him on, warm liquid trickling down her thighs as she ground her core against his erect member. With a pop, he released one breast to feed on the other with gusto. Reaching between them, Mandy grasped Maverick’s cock, squeezing and spreading the gathered precome at the head. Maverick groaned.
She paused, and pulled back. Bewildered, Maverick stared at her. With a slight laugh, she pushed him until he fell on his back. Climbing over him, she stole a quick kiss.
“You know,” she said, absently tracing the outline of one of his tattoos. “I’m still really horny.”
Maverick’s eyes lit up, playfulness dancing in their depths as a dazzling smile formed on his lips. “Well, I did promise I’d make you come hard and long.” He toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger. “I feel there is still work to do.”
He tried to sit up, but Mandy pushed him back onto the pillows with a chuckle. Kissing his temple, she teased the shell of his ear, licking and nipping the lobe. “I think you do too,” she whispered, grazing her fangs along his neck and over his shoulder, drawing a shudder from him.
“Thing is, I have this craving,” she paused, trailing the red tribal tattoo on his left breast. “This-” she licked her lips and dropped her head to kiss the design. “This hunger.” She pressed the flat of her tongue over his pierced nipple, and flicked it. Maverick groaned, his hips bucking. “I want to taste you, everywhere.” She licked a path to his other nipple and grasped the silver ring between her teeth, tugging softly. Maverick’s pressure on her waist increased and she glanced at his face. He was staring down at her, his lips slightly parted and his nostrils flaring.
“You like?”
He nodded. Smiling, she bent down to repeat the gesture but stopped mid way. Sitting back, she stared at Maverick’s chest.
“So many tattoos and piercings, Maverick.”
Maverick laughed hoarsely. “I’m a bad boy, sweetheart. As a matter a fact, I think I can say that I’m your worst nightmare.”
Mandy laughed. She gazed up at Maverick. “These past few days have been my worst nightmare and you weren’t in them.”
She continued to stare at his upper body, mesmerized. It was an artist’s work on flesh. A story on a man’s body. The hard planes of Maverick’s chest were riddled with arcane symbols, which she was sure had some meaning. They went across his collarbone, over his nipples and stopped at his sternum. Below it, the design of a full moon had been etched and in a circle pattern over his ridge
d stomach the moon’s cycle shone back at her. Amidst the lunar phases, in the middle crouched a creature, ready to pounce, blue eyes staring menacingly.
“What is it?”
She cocked her head, attempting to discern if the sleek black monster was a panther, a saber tooth, or something else entirely. She reached for it but Maverick grabbed her hand, threading their fingers. She glanced up at him, her mouth dropping open as she realized the truth.
“It’s you.” She looked at the design and back at Maverick. The creature was an undetermined being, but the eyes gave it away. They were Maverick’s eyes. Disengaging herself from his grasp, she lightly pressed the tip of her fingers to the sleek demon drawing. Maverick growled and pulled in his breath, the drawing of the beast seemed to move.
“It’s my kind. The Nightmare demon.”
“It’s beautiful.” Moving further down Maverick’s body, she kissed the terrifying creature. “Like you.”
Before he could issue a protest, she lowered herself to his crotch, kissing the soft skin of his inner thigh.
“I want to do so many things to you, Maverick. I hardly know where to start.” She dropped a kiss on his other thigh, feeling his muscles tense. “I want you inside me, around me, everywhere,” she whispered, moving to nuzzle his balls.
“Fuck, Mandy.”
“I’m so wet, Maverick, so hot.” She grasped his cock, swiping her tongue across the purplish crown and licking the underside in circles. Arousal pooled between her legs and her breaths came out in short spurts. “Every time I touch you, every time you touch me, my flesh burns.” Wrapping her lips around the leaking head, she swirled her tongue over the top, watching from the corner of her eyes as Maverick fisted the cotton sheets. Releasing him, she returned to his furry balls, mouthing them before pulling one into her mouth and sucking. Her eyes closed in pleasure in time with Maverick’s groan. She repeated the procedure with the other ball, this time brushing her fangs against the stretched skin and drawing a strangled moan from him.
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