“Willow,” he said raggedly.
Then he planted himself deeply inside her mouth as hot jets, wet and thick, shot in her mouth. Willow’s first reaction was to pull away, but the hand at her cheek cupped her, keeping her close. His cock pulsed beneath her hand and shook as ragged groans left his throat.
Slowly, he pulled out from her mouth like it was the last thing he wanted to. At the last second he plunged back in and her lips automatically closed around his softening length. With a ragged breath, he pulled out of her mouth, closed his pants, and laid down beside her.
The fog he created quickly lifted. She started to squirm away as reality came crashing in.
He snatched her by the waist and brought her back flush to his chest.
They said nothing as their breathing slowed. Willow tried to process everything and decide how to feel about it. She’d never been the kind of person who could just pretend something didn’t happen. And this was something that very much had happened. She’d let him best her. Her hands clenched into fists.
He’d told her things that she was certain she’d never be able to erase from her mind. No one had ever come close to making her feel like that. Like she was the most desirable woman in the world. It had to be a lie. Just with his name and status alone, he could have any woman on her knees before him. He couldn’t want her because of some stupid will. It was ridiculous. It was his dominant nature, his protective nature. She spit at the words. He figured he had rights to her now like she was the new dog in his pack. Well, he was dead wrong.
She wondered if what he said was true about her going back with him, which she wasn’t.
Not that he seemed to think that. Would he really... do all of that to her? Heat twirled and bloomed in her core and she squeezed her thighs shut to clamp her desire.
Almost everything about this Alpha reminded her of Luke. Oh, God, she’d actually
thought that prick’s name. He didn’t even deserve that much of her time. She’d been there, done that.
This Alpha was going to be worse. Which only brought up the question, what the hell was Papa thinking? He knows how she felt about shapeshifters after what happened to her.
A pang of sadness filled her heart suddenly, intensely. Papa didn’t know anything
anymore because he was in the Afterlife. Succubi didn’t believe in crying over the long-lived and Papa did live for a very long time, over twelve hundred years. But she’d only had him for 29
years, barely 29. Hot moisture pooled in her eyes and she blinked rapidly, one escaping down her cheek. Quickly, she tucked her cheek against her shoulder to absorb the wetness before the Alpha realized.
When the Alpha didn’t say anything she turned back to see his eyes closed, his breathing even and deep. He’d fallen asleep. She didn’t know whether to be insulted at the male behavior or relieved. Silently she started extricating herself from him. No easy task when the arm around her was like a band of heavy steel.
Finally she eased his arm behind her and rolled away from him. She stared at his eyes, waiting to see if they’d pop open. When they didn’t, she quickly looked around and found her shorts and panties in shreds on the ground next to him. He’d torn them off and she hadn’t even noticed!
It was the new moon. Had to be. It did things to her. Knowing she had spare clothes in her backpack, she looked around for it, wincing as she saw he was using it for a pillow.
Dammit. She stood there for a while and thought it over. A grin kicked up at the corner of her mouth and she knew exactly what she was going to do. She went to the Alpha and knelt down beside him.
Chapter Sixteen
Impressed didn’t begin to cover how Chloe felt when Tyrian talked his way into a
massively fortified building that was run by the infamous demon Telal Demuzi.
With a building as tall as some major corporations’ skyscrapers in the city, the demon’s office contained a boatload of swat-clothed men with machine guns. Cameras watched her from every angle of the room, moving with her if she took a step.
The floor was shined to a glossy sheen and there were so many fluorescent lights that it hurt to even look at the floor. This place looked how she imagined CIA secret headquarters would look. She could easily see guards having to do retinal scans and fingerprint identification just to use the bathroom.
A guard wearing a Kevlar vest and a belt filled with mace, a Tazer, a knife, and guns talked into an ear piece low enough so she couldn’t make out his words. Tyrian had introduced himself and requested, well demanded, to see Telal Demuzi. Now everyone was watching them with hard, alert eyes, fingers ready on the triggers of their guns.
Telal was infamous to, well, everyone. He was often on the news or radio trying to rally support for his cause: allowing the demons on earth, opening the rift forever. He was also a powerful businessman dealing in weapons manufacturing. And judging by the amount of weapons his guards were carrying, she wasn’t surprised.
“He’ll see you. Follow me.” Nerves fluttered in Chloe’s stomach. She and Tyrian
followed the guard into an elevator that took them up forty flights. She was going to meet the only full-blooded demon allowed on earth in the entire world. She was probably making too much of it, but she couldn’t help thinking that she was also about to meet her new brother-in-law. She’d have to be sure to warn him. Not about Lily, of course, but about hurting her. Besides, if he did anything to hurt her little sister, then Chloe’d have her vampire boyfriend kick his ass.
The elevator pinged and they got off, led this time by a new set of guards. They escorted them down a long hall to a set of wide doors with gold handles. Nothing else was in the entire hallway.
“Put your hands up against the wall and spread your feet.” Chloe barely had time to obey before the guard pushed her into the wall. Just as soon as he did it, Tyrian grabbed the man. A strangled shout then he was on the ground, holding his throat.
“What did you do?” she said.
The second guard cocked his machine gun and aimed it at them while speaking
something fast into his earpiece.
“He had no right to touch you like that.” Almost too fast to see, Tyrian grabbed the gun from the guard’s hands, flung it to the other end of the hall, and had him laid out on the ground with a hard jab to the jaw. Chloe rushed to him.
“Oh my God, did you kill him? He’s just doing his job, you know.”
“No, I didn’t kill him. Let’s go.”
His voice was cold as ice and she knew that something she’d said bothered him. He
opened the doors himself and brought them into the biggest office she’d ever seen.
The room was a big circle and even though they were on the fortieth floor, she realized there were strangely no windows in the room. It was empty aside from one man. One demon, she corrected. He was not an idummi demon, but your typical one—if there was such a thing.
Though he wasn’t really typical because he was a successful demon that lived above the rift. She briefly wondered what his old demon friends thought about that.
He didn’t lift his eyes from what he was writing until they reached his desk. “I take it you, at least, left my guards alive, Tyrian?”
“Barely.” Chloe heard a tinge of humor in Tyrian’s voice.
Telal Demuzi lifted his gaze from his work and stood to shake hands with Tyrian.