He stopped the flailing and he plunged several fingers inside me. I screamed and trembled, tightening my muscles around them, about to cum. He pulled them out again.
I whimpered. I couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. I opened my mouth to say the words he longed to hear, the words I felt much as I wanted to deny them, but I was saved—or damned—by the ringing of the phone.
With a sigh and a slap of his hand across my mound that made me shudder, he got off the bed and walked away. I hungrily watched the delicious view of his naked, taut buttocks as he left, but as my body cooled, I got annoyed. Like hello, naked, hot babe tied to the bed—make that a very horny babe. For a guy who claimed I was his mate and was trying to make me say the big L word, he had an odd sense of timing. They hadn’t invented voicemail so you could leave a woman in a high state of sexual arousal to answer the phone.
My confusion grew even more when he reappeared, fully dressed.
“I’ve got to go out for a little bit.”
What? “You’re kidding right?”
His rueful look didn’t have a trace of humor, neither did his hard kiss which left me breathless.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he murmured against my lips while his hand stroked across my damp folds.
He started to walk away. “Um, aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked.
He turned to look at me and gave me a chagrined look. “Sorry.” He walked back, but instead of releasing me, he grabbed a remote and flipped HBC on.
My mouth opened wide and my eyes even wider as with a grin and a blown kiss, he sauntered out of the bedroom. The bastard! I growled and thought of expending some of my special demon strength and breaking the bonds. I mean seriously, tough as his chains might look, my special blood made me stronger. But, I knew he knew I could get free, and obviously he expected something of me.
So I wondered, should I break free and check his place out? Break free and leave so he could chase me down again? Or did I stay as I was and wait for him to come back and continue where he left off? Too many choices and I didn’t know which to choose, although I was starting to get a headache thinking about it.
With nothing better to do for the moment, and undecided still as to my best option, I watched HBC, and surprise, it was a rerun of the last episode of Last Sidekick Standing.
Watching the entire drama unfold was a little easier this time round, not to mention I saw some extra footage I hadn’t noticed at the time. Such as Dretnor scowling as Drake passed his own test of truth. I still didn’t get that demon, he didn’t even seem to like me, so why did he care? When the curtain came down at the end of the episode, and the cameras showed my hasty departure, I expected the show to end at this point.
Instead, the emcee came on and announced that due to exciting developments, the show’s regular time slot had been extended. Curious at the fresh footage the emcee hinted at, I watched avidly as Dretnor hurried off, looking around him suspiciously as he scurried through Helltown and entered the offices of … HOE.
What the fuck was Dretnor doing there?
“…It looks like there is more than one devious plot unfolding. Is Dretnor truly after the sidekick position, or has he joined the competition for nefarious reasons? Find out more after this commercial break brought to you by Hell-A-Roni, Hades’ favorite, supper treat.”
My mind worked furiously as I tried to think of an ulterior motive for Dretnor. Was he after my soul hunting job? It made no sense as anyone could apply for a soul hunter position, of course the mortality rate tended to make it almost impossible to get life insurance, but nothing prevented him from applying. I didn’t think he had a secret sexual yen for me, we’d never even spoken and while Drake’s lust shone in his eyes whenever he saw me, Dretnor’s reflected only dislike.
I really hoped Drake won the competition because I really couldn’t see myself working with the demon. Not to mention, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer under Drake’s torturous method of getting me to confess my feelings. But damn was I enjoying myself while he tried.
The commercial break ended and the emcee came back on along with video footage of Dretnor opening a portal and stepping out into a mountain range.
“What is our villainous competitor doing outside his only opponent Drake’s home?
Is he planning to kill the only other contestant or does he have more sinister plans?” Outside Drake’s home? Surely, I’d misunderstood. I continued to watch the television and saw Dretnor blast a hole in the rock and unless Drake had a really wicked television set, I actually felt the tremor in the bed. This couldn’t be good. I caught a brief glimpse of my naked flesh on the television screen as suddenly my spread eagle predicament was broadcast to the world. Shit. This really is live footage. I didn’t have time to admire my curvy body, I needed to get free. Drawing on my demon side, I pulled at my restraints, my muscles screaming in protest. With a clang and sudden jingling, I freed one arm albeit with a new heavy bracelet. With one arm free, I was able to use both hands to pull free my other bound arm.
I’d managed to snap one of the chains holding my legs when Dretnor appeared in the bedroom.
He grinned at me, a nasty look full of sharp teeth which went well with his evil glowing eyes. “If it isn’t the slut herself,” he said approaching with heavy feet, just as I broke the last chain.
I bound up on the bed, heavy chains flying. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to kill you.”
“Why?” I know stupid question when I should have been looking for ways to kick his ass, but I truly wanted to know. I mean, come on, I was standing buck naked in front of the guy, um demon, and while every other male in the known planes would have been sporting a hard on, he wanted to snuff me. Something was seriously wrong with this picture.
“Once you die, my beautiful Meddie will be mine.”
“Who the fuck is Meddie?” Seriously, I had no idea and why did he need to kill me to be with her?
Dretnor snarled and lunged at me. “You will speak of her with respect. Medusa has abided with your cruelty long enough. I will free her from your vile presence and once I do, she will love me as she promised.”
His words startled me enough I stumbled and he raked a poisonous claw across the skin of my arm. Ouch, talk about stinging.
Pain didn’t stop me from replying though. “You mean she put you up to this?”
“I tried to discredit you first,” said the demon as he stalked me around the bed. “But no one noticed or cared because of your stupid reality show. Then that idiot dragon fell under your spell and helped foil the attack by the assassins.”
“And let me guess, you joined the competition to get close to me.”
“Yes, but anyone can see the game will be fixed so Drake, your lover can win. I must make my move now while he is distracted.”
“Wait a second,” I said panting as I tried to dodge and still got sliced. The damn chains kept throwing my balance off and now the poison also made my moves more sluggish. “You’re the one who called Drake away?”
“I used a cloaked phone and called to tell him we were interested in hiring him to kill you. Loverboy immediately took off to try and save your sorry ass.” My heart melted to know he’d left in an attempt to be my hero. Turns out he should have stayed for more than one reason. “You won’t get away with this. All of Hell is watching you right now. Drake will come back any second and eat you. I’m his mate you know.”
“Drake should be dead by now,” said Dretnor with a sneer. “His meeting was with a coven of lamia in need of some dragonskin. And you will join him shortly.”