The Demon Who Loved Me (Big Bad Bite Series Book 4)

by Jessie Lane

  Some foreign part of her wanted the man to see her for who she really was, and she had no idea why. It was utterly maddening!

  If she had to be honest with herself, fine. Did she want the demon? Yes, she sort of did. He was very pretty to look at. There was more to it than that, though.

  Despite the fact that he was an obvious manwhore, there was something in his eyes when he looked at her. A smoldering lust that she wanted a taste of.

  Reality bitch-slapped her in the face as the truth dropped on her like an atomic bomb.

  She wanted the demon.

  Regardless, she would be damned if she just gave in to the man’s charms and let him have her. Her pride wouldn’t let her give in that easily, no matter how badly she wanted him. All he saw her as was a walking sex symbol.

  As Chloe’s eyes refocused on her open closet in front of her, that was when her dress decision was made. As her momma used to say: if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it.

  Fuck it. One walking sex bomb coming right up!

  ~~~

  Kent

  It was official. Kent had reached new lows when it came to chasing a woman. Currently, he was parked down the street from Chloe’s aunts’ house, watching it as if he were on duty doing surveillance.

  Or, you’re a stalker, his conscience piped in.

  Well, his conscience could just shut the fuck up.

  Kent was slowly being driven mad with thoughts of having the Amazon, and he needed to understand why. In his mind, there was only one way to understand it, and it was him needing to have the woman … carnally, in every position he could think of until he quite literally fucked himself to death, if that was what it took to get her out of his system.

  Even as he thought the conclusion, he knew it was crass. Something he usually was not.

  The woman was driving him to distraction, and in the position he was in now with the Ninth Circle Council, he couldn’t afford to be distracted. There were factions on that council that would love to see him not only removed, but dead. Demon politics was a dangerous arena to play in, yet now he was, thanks to the very woman he was waiting to see.

  Kent had called her from the very spot he sat in now. At first, he had hoped to cajole her into coming out with him. Now he wanted to know where, and with whom, she was going tonight.

  For an hour, he sat there, trying to be inconspicuous, until she finally surfaced from the house. And when she did, his heart stopped dead in his chest.

  Like Venus emerging from her shell, Chloe floated out of her aunts’ house like a dream. A fucking wet dream, that was. Dressed in a red strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline that cupped her generous breasts, she sashayed that gorgeous ass of hers toward a taxi cab that had suddenly flown past his car and pulled up to park right in front of her. Then, as she got into the cab, her curvy legs flashed and Kent could feel all the blood draining away from his brain down to his cock. Which was probably what led to the thought that ran through his head next.

  MINE.

  Unwilling to examine the irrational notion, because the only things he truly considered his were his balls and his beloved BMW Z4, he opted to follow the cab.

  Keeping a good amount of space between his vehicle and the cab, they drove through Wilmington’s ridiculous traffic down to the docks.

  At first, Kent thought that perhaps she was going to Adam McPhee’s dance club, Pier Six. It was a shifter-only club, so he was ready to watch the brunette bombshell get thrown out on her curvy ass, but that wasn’t where her cab stopped. Instead, he watched as it stopped next to the docks where a casino boat lay waiting for passengers to board.

  What was that devious Amazon up to now?

  Kent tracked Chloe’s movements until she went on the boat, and then he found a place to park. Once he bought a ticket onto the boat, he walked into the main room and started scanning the area for her, finding her sitting at a table in front of a black jack dealer who was staring at her as if she were a piece of meat and he was absolutely starving. The sight made all those possessive instincts he was still struggling to understand roar to life as Kent found himself stomping in their direction.

  Goddammit! The woman had only been in there five minutes or less and she already had men eating out of the palm of her hand!

  He had not a fucking clue what he was going to do when he crossed the room to get to them, but throwing Chloe over his shoulder and carrying her out of there was a strong possibility.

  As he drew closer to the pair, though, something about the man made him slow his pace. A sort of familiarity, crossed with a strong sense of unease. It wasn’t until he was about five feet away, watching the black jack dealer give Chloe a toothy grin full of canines before letting his eyes temporarily flash to yellow cat eyes, that Kent figured it all out.

  This guy was Andrew Holden’s wife’s lover, Anthony Romano, and Chloe was knee deep in some sort of bullshit. What was even worse was the little minx was here all by herself, instead of having one of her sisters or aunts at her back while she waded into whatever bullshit she was up to. For that alone, Kent was going to spank her ass … as soon as he got it in a bed.

  Taking a deep breath, he blew it out and calmed down. Now wasn’t the time to carry Chloe out of here and jeopardize her safety or whatever mission she was on. No, for a little while, Kent would play it cool to see what she was up to. After she got what she came for, then he could drag her out of there and back to his place.

  Well, that was his plan, until he stood directly behind Chloe’s chair and heard what the dealer said next.

  “Look, lady, you’re a pretty piece, but looks alone aren’t going to get you a play on my table. Either put down the five hundred minimum buy-in or move the hell on.”

  Not liking the way the man had spoken to Chloe, Kent reached into his back pocket, pulled out five one hundred dollar bills, and slapped them down on the table in front of Chloe. “There’s her bet. Now let her play.”

  Chloe had jumped at the money slapping down in front of her, and now she was looking at Kent, her head tipped back to get a good view of him, with a face full of some emotion Kent couldn’t place.

  “What are you doing here?” she squeaked in surprise.

  Pulling his hand back from the table, Kent ran it in a caressing manner up her arm and over her shoulder while he continued to glare at the man in front of him. “Came to watch you play, sweetheart. Now make me a happy man and show him how it’s done.”

  Kent hoped she understood what he was really trying to say to her—get your information so we can leave.

  Perhaps she did understand, because the surprise melted from Chloe’s face and she gave him a cocky smile in return. “Oh, sugar, you have no idea just how happy you’ve made me.”

  Bending down to whisper in her ear, he said, “Leave with me tonight and I’ll make you happier than you’ve ever been.”

  Chloe pulled her head back, and one dainty eyebrow slid up in question. “Are we betting again, Kent?”

  He shook his head. “Learned that lesson already. Don’t think I’ll ever bet against you again, love. But you can bet your ass I’d bet on you any day of the week.” Waving his hand at the dealer, Kent said, “Now show this guy how it’s done.”

  The dealer snorted at him, but Kent didn’t care. He had a feeling Chloe Demos could handle almost any card game with the same sort of cunning that she had handled the bet with him. That meant this guy was going to lose, and he had no idea just how much.

  He watched as Chloe turned her attention back to the table just as the dealer turned the five hundred dollar buy-in to chips.

  Placing her chips in the circle in front of her, Chloe watched as the man in front of her dealt their hands. When the cards were flipped over, Chloe had a ten of diamonds and an eight of hearts, and the dealer had one unknown card and a nine of diamonds. With eighteen being so close to twenty-one, she decided to hold. After indicating that to the dealer, he flipped over his second card, revealing an Ace of diamonds, which gave him
an eleven, making his total twenty.

  Kent watched as Chloe pouted at the man as he took her chips with a mocking stare.

  What she did next was enough to make Kent’s head explode.

  Chloe leaned forward, pushing her breasts up against the tall table, and crooned to the dealer, “I guess I’m all out of luck, sugar. Want to give me some of yours?”

  When the dealer’s features swept over Chloe with appreciation, Kent tightened his hands on the back of her chair, giving it a little jiggle to remind her he was standing right there.

  Looking back at him from over her shoulder, she blinked her eyes innocently at him. “Oh, hi, honey, you’re still here? Why don’t you be a good boy and run off now. We can talk about repayment later.”

  Repayment his ass.

  Reeling in his anger, Kent bent over so they were practically nose to nose. “What the fuck are you up to, Chloe?”

  As Chloe glared at him with no response, Kent watched from the corner of his eye as another man walked up to the black jack dealer and whispered in his ear. When their dealer hissed under his breath, Kent turned his attention to the man who was now giving him a look to kill.

  The familiar black jack dealer curled his lip in disgust, then motioned for the other man to go away. Then he leaned over the table to close the space between himself and Chloe and Kent.

  “Don’t know why the fuck you’re here, demon, but you can get the fuck out. I’ll tell you just like I told that other demon who came in to question me. I didn’t have nothing to do with Andrew Holden’s death.”

  Intrigued, Kent leaned against the table and crossed his arms over his chest. “And how would you know who I am?”

  The black jack dealer’s eyes cut over to the man who had spoken to him, who was now hiding in a shadowed corner of the boat, and then looked back at Kent. “You’re not the only one who knows how to get information.” Hissing under his breath, he said, “I know you’re on that fucking council, so you can take your woman and get the fuck out of here.”

  Chloe raised a finger in the air. “Hold up now, sugar; I am not his woman.”

  “Yes, you are,” said Kent and the black jack dealer at the same time.

  The frustrated Amazon shook her head. “Nope, nope, nope! I’m a free agent.” She leaned over the table to whisper to the angry dealer, “I’m just a girl looking for some good action. Do you have some you want to give me?”

  Yanking himself backward, the dealer growled at Kent, “Take your woman and get the fuck out of here before I—”

  “Ah, ah, ah,” Chloe cut him off before he could say another word, waving her finger back and forth like the man was a naughty boy. “You might know he’s a demon, but did you know he’s also a police officer? I wouldn’t go threatening him if I were you.”

  At that point, Kent had had enough. Grabbing Chloe’s arm in a firm grip, he pulled her out of the chair, and then he shoved his shoulder into her midsection to pick her up in a fireman’s carry. She squealed in protest, but he really didn’t give a fuck.

  Ignoring her protests, Kent pointed a finger at the black jack dealer and delivered one final warning.

  “I’ll be watching you from here on out, asshole.”

  With his threat delivered, Kent stalked out and off the boat with an angry Amazon over his shoulder, screeching like a banshee, “My ass is showing, you moron!”

  Chapter

  13

  Chloe

  Hanging upside down over the demon’s shoulder, Chloe lost her temper and started to punch Kent’s back. “Put me down right now!”

  “Stop with the love taps, sweetheart. I’d hate to have a bruise back there.”

  “Then put me down, you overgrown philanderer!” she shrieked in pure feminine rage.

  At that, Kent stopped in his tracks and did the unexpected. He put Chloe down. It wasn’t to let her go, though. No, he grabbed her by her arms so she couldn’t escape and asked her with an amused voice, “Philanderer?”

  Sniffing in disdain, she retorted, “If the shoe fits …”

  Looking down at her feet, then taking a leisurely visual stroll back up her legs, hips, and chest, he finally made it back to her eyes before she died of boredom, only to say, “As long as they’re not your shoes. I’d break my fuckin’ neck in those walkin’ stick traps.”

  “If that’s what you think about my Jimmy Choos, then you just don’t know how to appreciate good fashion, heathen.” Chloe could take a lot of shit, but people talking about her shoes was not one of them.

  Kent shook his head. “That’s where you’ve got it all wrong, babe. I appreciate them, and the way they make your legs look a mile long, but how you walk around in those things without breakin’ your own neck, I’ll never know. Trust me; I’m not complaining. I love the way those heels make your calves stand out. Add in the fact that I think about you digging them into my back while I’m making love to you, and you can say I even love those shoes.”

  The dirty words leaving Kent’s mouth was turning Chloe’s anger into desire. A desire she had been ignoring since the first time she had laid eyes on the handsome demon. One she wasn’t so certain she wanted to deny anymore.

  It was getting harder and harder to resist Kent, and she was starting to wonder why she had resisted him at all.

  That was when she remembered.

  Kent was just like all the other guys who only wanted that notch on his belt. Perhaps if she called him out on it, he would leave her alone.

  Poking one of her manicured fingers into his chest, Chloe let him have it. “Is that all you think about when it comes to me, Kent? Sex?”

  As the words left her mouth, another thought occurred to her. Why not just give in; have a night of what she hoped would be earth-shattering sex, and then leave the demon behind? That way, they both could get what they wanted.

  Kent trapped her hand against his chest and leaned down to whisper close to her lips, “I can’t get you off my mind, Amazon. All I know is that, if I don’t get a taste of you, it’s going to drive me mad. I know you have your doubts about me, and I’m not saying I’m perfect, but what I can tell you is that I promise to make it a night you won’t ever forget. Come home with me, Chloe.”

  There it was, the ultimate temptation. A night with Kent. Should she do it? He had screwed up her little undercover mission for the night so, in a way, he owed her some stress relief, multiple times over.

  Biting her bottom lip, her mind wheeling, she watched as he groaned in need as he stared at her mouth before he crashed his lips down on hers, stealing her breath. Then he invaded her mouth with his tongue.

  The man was simply kissing her senseless, and that was what she would blame later for the decision to give in and go home with him. Those kisses. Until then, she wasn’t going to regret a damn thing that she was about to do, including the words that she pulled back to whisper breathlessly next.

  “Take me to your place.”

  A tense ten-minute car ride later, they pulled up to a line of little two-story beach bungalows directly on Wrightsville Beach.

  Kent parked the car, then walked around to her side and opened the door for her. Holding out his hand to help her out of the car, Chloe accepted it, letting Kent pull her up until their bodies brushed. Then she watched as he shut the car door before walking away up a sandy path toward the bungalow on the end. She couldn’t help admiring the swagger of his steps and the way it made his fine ass move.

  When he stopped and turned to see if she was following, he caught her staring and smiled. That was Chloe’s cue to come unglued from her spot and walk up to the tan beach house with white trim, whereas the other bungalows were brightly painted. It was an adorable house from the outside, and Chloe couldn’t wait to see what the inside looked like, although she was surprised this was where Kent lived. It wasn’t very sophisticated for such a high and mighty demon.

  Catching up to Kent, they stepped up onto the screened porch, then through the porch, and came to the house’s front door. Th
ere, Kent looked back at her with smoldering eyes as he put his key in the lock and turned it. Pushing the door open, he then grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, quickly shutting the door behind them as if he was afraid she might change her mind.

  Chloe wasn’t interested in changing her mind at this point. She was committed to spending the night with him. Her entire body felt alive right now, waiting for what was to come next. She didn’t have to wait long.

  Kent pulled her into his hard body, smoothing his hands down her back until they rested on her ass, and then squeezed. “You sure this is what you want, Amazon?”

  Staring into those burning blue eyes of his, she nodded. However, that must not have been good enough for him.

  “Give me the words, sweetheart. Tell me you want me.”

  Taking a deep breath, Chloe let her body’s desires overrule any doubts she might have had and gave him the words he wanted to hear. “Kent, I want you to fuck me. Tomorrow, I want to be sore from what we do tonight so I can remember you were inside me. So, make it good, demon, because this is only happening once.”

  He smirked. “That’s what you think.”

  Chloe didn’t get a chance to protest his statement before he slammed his lips down on hers in a possessive claiming. Lips, teeth, and tongue all dueled for who the controller was, and Chloe quickly found herself giving in to the sensual demands, thoughts of protests slipping away under his soul-stealing kisses.

  She felt him guide her as they kissed, pulling her forward as he walked backward, until Kent’s back thudded against a solid surface. Then, in a lightning quick move, he swirled them around so that it was Chloe’s back against the solid surface and Kent’s big body pinning her against it.

  She didn’t know where they were in his house, and she didn’t really care. She was completely lost in this moment with Kent, and there was nowhere else she would rather be.

  Wandering hands moved around her back, and then he unzipped her dress. As the material slowly slid down her body, she gasped in surprise as cool glass hit her back. Turning her head, Chloe saw that she was pressed against a floor to ceiling window that overlooked the ocean beyond.