Suddenly she was flipped back over to face a smug and horny Demon kneeling between her thighs.
“Good.” His hand went back to a proprietary hold on her pussy. This time he stretched her tight opening with two fingers. “From now on the only one who touches this is me.”
She grabbed him by the hair on either side of his ears bringing his face to hers, and enunciated very clearly. “Then get on with it.”
Demon chuckled. “Not this time, Baby. You don’t answer my phone calls or return my messages. You refuse my date.” He nipped her full bottom lip. “I have to sneak in here just to touch you.” He soothed the bite with his tongue and captured her mouth again, making her groan into his mouth. “You needed a few days. You had it; it sucked. Now we’re going to do things my way.”
His lips were soft on hers, his eyes a hard chocolate steel that made Clytie shiver even as it turned her on. His fingers curved up until he hit the spot that made her moan his name. He pulled out and hovered above her on an elbow, sucking his fingers like a lollypop. She cleared her throat, sinking down a little in the bed beneath him and unable to look away. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
He finished cleaning off his fingers and popped his lips, never taking his eyes from hers. “I’m going to fuck you up one side and down the other until you never even think of saying no to me again. Then we’re going to pack up all your things and move you into my house and into my bed where I know you’re safe and I can touch you whenever I want. No more of this ‘thinking things through’ shit. You’ll have whatever you need. Hell, I’ll build you your own studio if that’s what it takes, we have over 200 acres.
“Just like that? You say it so it must be so?”
He leaned down and bit her none too gently on the shoulder right over his mark. When she tried to hit him, he pulled her hand down and placed it around his hard cock. She forgot about the bite and curled her fingers around the hot length. Her hand did not span the entire width. He shuddered when she tightened her grip and Clytie closed her eyes to better feel him. He was hard, unbelievably hot, and smooth as silk. The veins stood out angrily but the skin was soft. She squeezed him from base to tip and opener her eyes to find him fighting for control.
“Yeah baby. Just like that.”
“I want to taste it.” She said. Demon flipped over to his back so fast he bounced.
It surprised a laugh out of her. “You sure you’re O.K. with this?” She said following until she leaned over him with an ironic smile. “I know you had a definite plan in mind. We can keep on with that if you would rather.” The sarcasm not lost on Demon, he threw his hands above his head anyway.
“I’m a S.E.A.L. baby. Adaptation is the name of the game. Do your worst.”
“How very stoic of you.”
“You have no idea.”
She laughed again while she took a good look at what was presented before her. A Demon banquet. All you can eat. She licked her lips and Demon groaned, his cock springing tighter against his body.
“Keep that up and I’ll blow before we even get started.”
“I’ll be doing the blowing thank you very much. You stay still; I’m forming my plan of attack.” She licked her lips again and smiled. Demon began to sweat.
“Let’s see.” She said, still making no move to touch. “Should I lick you like a lollipop or suck your balls, how to begin?”
“Fuck!” The picture she painted was heaven, and so unexpectedly graphic coming from Clytie that Demon clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her by the hair and shoving balls deep down her throat. She might not take that the right way.
“I’ve never actually done this before but I like to read and there are quite a few things I want to try.”
“Clytie. You’re killing me.” He growled out, right before she took him down her throat as far as she could. He jackknifed at the stroke of her hot mouth. She only got about half of his length in, but she more than made up for that with the enthusiastic use of tongue and teeth. She took her time sometimes licking sometimes sucking. Both of her hands wrapped around the base of his dick and squeezed along with her mouth until he felt like she was trying to force his seed out. His hands went to her hair and buried themselves without thought holding her where he needed her as she bobbed and sucked, licked and bit.
“Fuck Clytie, you’re killing me.” He groaned out, pulling her hair without thought. “I’m going to come. Let up baby.”
Instead, she took him to the back of her throat and hummed. He shot down her throat with a roar while she milked him dry.
Demon was giving his impression of a big boneless cat. Sprawled out on her bed, he practically purred. Clytie smiled, leaning over him with her arms folded on his chest. She licked her lips catching a stray spot of cum. He was salty and rich, but not unpleasantly so and having Demon completely at her mercy had been a heady feeling. Overall, one more new thing she could get behind repeating.
Any minute Demon was going to overwhelm her with the heat presently simmering through her veins, but for now, she could think about his demands. Move in with him? Have all this any time she wanted? Should she? It was beyond ridiculous to move this fast. On the other hand, what had she been waiting for all these years if not this?
“I think you killed me.” Demon’s voice interrupted her musings with a grumble. She looked back at his face but his eyes were still closed. He pulled her closer against his chest. “Give me a minute baby and I’ll take care of you.” He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, his eyes never opened.
She rolled her eyes. Poor baby. A week. She’d pack enough for a week and see what happened. She had the time and she was more than ready for her first show. After all these years of being good one week with a sex god did not seem like so much to ask.
“About asking me to move in…” His eyes popped open and she found herself flat on her back with a very awake Demon leaning over her.
“I wasn’t asking baby.” He growled.
She rolled her eyes again but spoke before he got all worked up. “A week. I have that long before my show. I’ll spend the time with you if you want.”
Demon narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a damn tourist attraction you can try out. I’m sticking Clytie.”
Her eyes widened at his belligerence. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what the hell do you mean?”
“Don’t take that tone with me. I’m not some brainless bimbo you can boss around. This is my life we’re talking about.” If Demon hadn’t been smashed against her chest, she would have kicked him. She also didn’t appreciate that she could feel his excitement against her hip. It made arguing difficult. She’d been in a constant state of readiness since waking beside him, and he had to know how wet she was, pressed against her with nothing between them, not even air. He growled, proving he had indeed noticed her response by grinding up against her. His cock was ramrod straight and dripping pre-cum as if he hadn’t shot off like a roman candle minutes ago.
After a frustrated curse, his tone softened into a soft demand. “Tell me what you meant.”
“I have a week where I can do anything I want. I want to spend time with you. Is that so bad?”
His face softened minutely, his voice a hard whisper. “I want more than a week.”
She growled low in her throat with frustration. “Wanting a week does not mean I intend to drop you when the week’s over. It just makes more sense to take a little time together before a big commitment. ”
He thought about it then shifted and entered her in one smooth thrust. A tight fit, the move might have been painful if she hadn’t been so completely turned on and wet with it. She gasped, arching her back and unknowingly offering her breasts up like ripe fruit to be plucked.
“A week isn’t going to be enough. I think you know that. You want to discuss this logically? Bullshit.” He pulled back and ground forward hitting her clit and her sweet spot in one. She clutched at him, trying to keep her mind in functioning order while her eye
s rolled back in her head. “You need time to admit who you belong to?” His voice, a hot growl in her ear, he nipped the lobe. “Fine. We’re going to stay right here until you forget what it’s like not to have me inside you.”
He pulled out and plunged back in, his hands going under her arms to hold her shoulders and pull for better leverage. She moaned at the exquisite friction right where she needed it. In and out, he battered her womb while she clutched him closer and begged for more. She wrapped her legs around his waist arching up to meet each thrust, her nails bit into his back, her heals dug into his ass and she screamed his name when she came.
He flipped her over, pulled her to her knees, forced his way in from behind. His teeth clamped down on her shoulder and held her in place with a warning growl. A hand went to her clit to work her back up to another screaming orgasm. He followed close behind, the wash of his seed like a hot brand on her womb.
“Ready to move in with me baby?” His grip was as possessive as his voice while he stroked her. The hand in her hair pulled through the strands in soft strokes and the kiss he placed on her neck was, well sweet. The man, a mass of contradictions, somehow made her feel both safe and cared for. She sighed trying to burrow closer and wondering how she could possibly have fallen in love with a seven-foot alpha male who not only growled but bit to make his point.
“It makes absolutely no sense.”
“Fuck that. Nothing ever felt this right.”
There it was, the one truth she couldn’t fight. Nothing had ever felt this right. He made her laugh. He blew her mind with great sex. The way he touched her, cared for her…
What exactly was she protecting here? She was already falling in love with him. Seemed a bit late to try to protect her heart.
“All right.”
He froze. “What?”
“All right.”
“All right what?”
“All right. I’ll move in with you.”
“All right, you’ll move in with me and call me master?”
She snorted out a laugh. “Nice try.”
Demon flipped her over to her back and leaned over her studying her with earnest eyes.
“You’ll move in with me forever?”
She opened her mouth and bit her lip: “I’ll move in with you for now.”
“For Now?”
“Indefinitely.”
“Indefinitely?” He growled.
“As in for the foreseeable future.”
He licked her abused bottom lip lightly. “I want forever.”
Clytie smiled her wicked smile. “I guess you have something to work towards then don’t you?”
He flashed a predatory grin that had her nipples puckering. “Oh baby, you have no idea who you’re messing with.”
She reached between them and took hold of his cock. The way his eyes rolled back in his head infinitely satisfying. “You think you have what it takes?”
He growled again and took her mouth like his life depended on having her taste on his lips. “Baby, you are playing with fire.”
“Demon.” She said squeezing him from root to stem as he shuddered in reaction. “Don’t call me baby.”
Within a short while, she was the one trembling. “Fine.” She arched against him between breathless pants. “Call me whatever you want.”
Chapter 7
It amazed Clytie how fast Demon moved after that. He made a call. Mac and Ben showed up with a truck and transported not only all of her art and equipment but managed to move all her clothes, books, computer, and toiletries while she supervised. Besides a few inexpensive prints and her cheap furniture, they took everything. He even had Mac forward her calls and mail. His efficiency at taking over her life was truly frightening.
Everything not art related went into Demons room, everything else went to her new studio. While not as big as her loft, certainly the place had better lighting.
“What do you think?” Demon rubbed his hands together in glee.
“I think I have whiplash.” She took a deep breath and looked around the large airy room with a full wall of windows. She had been working for the last hour and had everything exactly where she wanted. “You move awfully fast.”
“We should celebrate. Break in the bed.”
“Have you changed your giant bed since Saturday?”
“No.”
“Then the bed’s broken in already.”
“Yeah, but now you’re officially mine.”
Clytie turned to give him her full attention and was nearly singed by the heat pouring out of his eyes.
She took a deep breath, the man was dangerous. “I’d actually like to see the house if you don’t mind. Put away my clothes and stuff. Take a nice walk in your beautiful woods.”
“Right. The woods. Listen you should stick to the house unless I’m with you.”
“Why?”
“Wild animals.”
“What about them?”
“It’s not safe.”
“So, I will only go out during the day and keep to the trails like I would any other wilderness.”
“Better not to go at all without me.”
“Demon, I am going to need space to myself whether you like it or not. You cannot be with me every second of the day.”
“Fine. But do you have to leave the house for that?”
“Are you kidding?”
He guessed from her tone he had better be. He ran possible responses through his mind but how was he supposed to think when he had her here, in his house, and she smelled so damn good with his scent all over her. He had to keep reminding himself Clytie was human and needed space. Space? What the fuck did that mean?
“Knock, knock.” Ben pushed the door open. “Eli wants a word.” He said passing the cordless to Demon who escaped into the hall like a man offered a reprieve. Ben got a good look at the room and whistled. “Is this your work?” He stepped over to a large encaustic Clytie had finished in the last week. The work resembled a night forest with strange bold colors and a stalking wolf hidden behind layers of texture.
“This is incredible.”
“Thanks. I think it’s my best work to date.”
“How much do you want for it?”
She beamed at him and heard Demon growl low from the hall. She laughed.
“That’s pretty much what Demon said and I’ll tell you the same thing I told him. I honestly couldn’t part with it. But thanks for the thought.”
He stared at the art for another long minute before he turned to her with serious eyes. “You are an amazing artist.”
“Thank you. I’m actually having my first show on Friday night. I’d love if you could all make it.” The sincere flattery was enough to make Clytie blush. “You may be the only ones who do show up.”
Demon walked back into the room, his face devoid of all emotion and his eyes cold. Clytie took one look at him and moved into his arms. “What? What happened?” She sensed his hesitation when he didn’t hug her back, then he nearly cracked her ribs he pulled her in so tight. “Demon, talk to me.”
“My mother.” He said his voice the bleakest she had ever heard. He dropped the phone and hauled her up off her feet burying his face in her neck. He pulled her scent in deep as if he couldn’t breathe otherwise. “My mother is dead.”
“Oh no…” She wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him as tight as she could. Her hands went to his hair and tunneled through. “Oh, Demon.” He went to his knees holding her in his lap, his face buried against her neck. Clytie was completely oblivious to anything but the need to comfort him. She barely noticed when Ben joined them on the floor, pulling them both into his arms. He held them, and sometime later Mac joined them. They all ended up lying on the floor in a big pile holding onto Demon while he breathed in and out.
At some point Clytie nodded off. When she next became aware of anything, she was in Demons bed. She must have missed something significant because her pussy was on fire and Demon was fucking her with his tongue and growl
ing. She groaned and arched off the bed when he attached himself to her swollen clit and sucked.
“Demon!” She yelled her voice a hoarse croak. Even she didn’t know whether she was screaming for him to continue or stop. He leaned up, pulling her down the bed until he had the right position and plunged, shuttling himself into her oversensitive cunt. She arched up barely noticing the pain with the pleasure.
“Yes.”
“Mine.” He growled the word on each thrust. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He pounded into her until she screamed her orgasm. He shot fire deep into her womb and roared out his release. Her heart barely back to a normal beat, Demon started all over again. He pounded himself into oblivion and she held him once he was spent. She stroked his hair and waited for the sun to come up.
“She was the one who told me to leave.” He lay with his head cushioned against Clytie soft breasts. Her hand in his hair she rubbed up and down, up and down. “She told me why he hated me and why he’d kill me if I stayed. I never understood until that day.”
“Your father?”
“Not my father. My father died before I was born. That’s why he hated me, because I wasn’t his. Him and that cock sucker Clancy he was so proud of. I was so fucking relieved when she told me. He wasn’t my father and Clancy wasn’t my brother. I was free of them. I left and never looked back.”
“How old were you?”
“Fifteen.”
She swallowed the lump of tears in her throat. “You were a child.”
“No. I wasn’t. Not for a long time.” He pulled her hand from his head and kissed her palm. “She told me to remember my father was a good man and they had loved each other. I had been made in love and not hate. She said that was my legacy. Then she told me to leave and never come back. It was the most I ever remember hearing her say at one time.”
“She loved you.”
“Maybe. Once. But she barely knew I lived most of the time.”
Clytie said nothing, letting him talk. She knew what it felt like to grow up without the love of a parent. I’m sorry had never been enough.
“If she never told you any other way she told you the day she sent you away.”
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