Drake stopped dead en route to his apartment. No way. However, his beast stirred and whispered sibilantly in his mind. Mark her. Claim her. She is our mate.
Drake shook his head in negation and resumed walking, but the idea he’d found the one woman who could complete him churned in his mind. And all I know of her is her name is Sally and she’s a bounty hunter for Hell. Oh, and he shouldn’t forget the fact someone wanted her discredited or worse from the soul retrieval game.
When he’d accepted the job to steal a bounty out from a hunter’s nose, he hadn’t asked questions, not with the zeros attached to the fee. Nor had he batted an eye at the postscript which stated there would be a bonus if the original hunter for slimy Albert got hurt or killed. The games played by the denizens of Hell were both varied and deadly, and in this demon eat demon world, only the strongest survived. And while it would seem Sally had been unknowingly drawn into a game of survival, she had a hidden advantage— Me. Which begged the question, what are the rules and who is the opposing player? Something he’d have to discover if he was to keep her safe until he could claim her.
His beast growled. Danger. We must protect her. Drake got the feeling she could protect herself, but that wouldn’t stop him from finding out more about sexy Sally and who had set her up. And once he found the one who thought to hurt his mate, he’d first thank them for introducing him to the woman who would soon grace his bed, then he would rip their head from their body. Inside, his beast chuffed in anticipation.
Chapter Two
I stalked into my apartment in a high dudgeon. “Stupid, too hot for his own good asshole.”
“Ooh, sounds like I missed out. What happened?” asked Jezzie coming out of the kitchen munching on some chips. I snatched the bag from her hands and flounced over to the couch where I collapsed. It took several handfuls of sour cream and onion crunchiness before I could tell her the events of the evening.
The bitch laughed. “Damn. I wish I’d been there. You kicking his balls up into his stomach would have made an awesome video for your fan page.” I just ate another mouthful of chips. Some women turned to chocolate in times of stress, I preferred salty goodness and if I couldn’t indulge in the bedroom variety then the crunchy out of a bag kind would do.
“Speaking of fan pages, did you know we already have over five thousand followers? You’re a hit.”
I perked up. “Really?”
Jezzie bobbed her head. “We’ve also got tons of names for you to check out and even a few applications for the sidekick position. Now, I was thinking. Interviews seem like a piss poor way to test your new sidekick’s mettle. It occurred to me, what we really should do instead is make them accomplish some tasks.”
“Like fetching my coffee and making sure it’s the right temperature with just the right amount of cream?” I added helpfully.
“No. Harder stuff. Television worthy shit. My buddy over at HBC says this would make a perfect reality miniseries and we’ve already hashed out the contracts.” HBC, Hell’s Broadcasting Corporation, talk about the big times. “Me? On television?” Hot damn. I’d need to go shopping again.
Jezzie went over the details of the contract with me and gave me the knife to prick my finger. Hell’s bureaucracy didn’t rely on unreadable signatures to sign contracts, nothing but one of a kind blood would do. As to the show itself, basically, I needed to do nothing. No lines to memorize or scripts to follow. Without me even being aware of it, cameras would be trailing me and the contestants selected to compete for the position of minion. I’d have to make sure I looked my best at all times. I also really hoped they hadn’t taped this evening’s fiasco.
I went to bed excited about becoming a television star, but I tossed and turned as a certain muscular somebody kept interrupting my thoughts of fame and fortune.
Attraction to a male wasn’t a new feeling for me, thinking about him though after I’d left his presence, I couldn’t remember that happening before. Love ‘em and leave them—
I’d grown up faithfully following our family motto. My longest relationship with an incubus—my blood protected me from their soul sucking, that or I had no soul—lasted less than a month, a record for me.
I tried thinking about anyone else, even the superhot Damon character from the television show The Vampire Diaries, but over and over, the rugged face and body of Drake superimposed itself over my usual fantasy figures. Maybe it was because he’d left me horny. I needed some kind of explanation for why for I couldn’t help remembering Drake’s muscular body as he’d slugged it out with the escaped soul. His smooth tanned skin which I still, even after his obnoxious behavior, wanted to lick. Mmmm.
Shuddering in arousal, I gave in to my libido and pulled open the drawer to my nightstand. I pulled out “Bob,” the boyfriend who never disappointed me. Long and hard, his black rubber length was just the thing I needed to sate my pussy tonight. I dripped some oil on his rubbery length then rubbed the bulbous head across my clit, but while it felt good, I needed more.
Closing my eyes, I pictured Drake, his chest slick with sweat, his dark hair rumpled and his blue eyes smoky with desire. My pussy flooded with wetness. I wondered how his cock looked. Long and lean or thick and juicy? Would he fuck me fast or torture me with long, deep strokes? I worked my rubber phallus into my sex, sliding it in and out, my thoughts of Drake exciting me, but my orgasm hung just out of reach. A rubber substitute just couldn’t take the place of the real thing.
Frustrated and fucking horny, I pushed faster, my breath coming in pants. But when my cell phone rang, satiation slipped away.
Cursing technology but wondering who could be calling at this hour, I let go of Bob—it’s not like I was getting anywhere—and grabbed my cell. A glance at the display showed a number I didn’t recognize. Maybe if I was lucky it would be an obscene caller who’d have suggestions on how I could get off.
I answered in my sexy voice. “Hello.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
I almost dropped the phone in shock. I hadn’t actually expected a naughty caller.
Things were looking up. “Who is this?” I asked.
“I can’t stop thinking of you,” my anonymous caller replied instead. “I wanted you to know that even though you did your best to turn me into a eunuch, I have recovered and I’m stroking my big cock right now.”
My eyes widened and even in my shock over him calling, my pussy began to throb.
“Drake? Is that you? How did you get my number?”
“I have my ways. But you never answered my question? Are you touching yourself?”
I thought for maybe a nanosecond about hanging up, but as usual my hormones did my thinking, and instead I put him on speakerphone and placed my cell on the pillow beside me.
“I’m naked,” I told him huskily. “And very, very wet.”
Drake groaned. “Oh baby. You are so fucking hot. Squeeze your tits for me and pinch your nipples.”
I admit having him give me orders of a sexual kind excited me. I grabbed my breasts and eagerly obeyed. Already aroused, this touching on his command just heightened my pleasure and I moaned.
“Just so you know babe, I’ve got my hand around my cock. It’s so fucking thick and hard right now. I’m imagining it between your tits, the tip of my shaft touching your lips.”