I didn’t reply, just slid a hand between our bodies and squeezed his hard package.
His rumbling groan accompanied his hips thrusting into my cupping hand.
“Fuck me,” I whispered.
At my words, I felt his hands on either side of my hips and a tearing sound followed by fresh night air on my lower lips which signaled the demise of my panties. Offending material disposed of, his hands came back to cup my bottom and he lifted me, pressing my molten core against his still hidden cock. The rough material of his jeans as he rubbed me against him made me throw my head back and moan loudly.
Even lost in the throes of passion, I couldn’t miss the distinctive smell of brimstone.
“Demon!” I hissed. Drake immediately set me down, my skirt fluttering down to cover my bare crotch. I opened my eyes to scan the alley. I would have seen a lot more if Drake hadn’t placed himself protectively in front of me. Totally macho, so totally hot.
But I was a modern girl who didn’t need saving from a man, and besides I really wanted to kill whomever had interrupted what was shaping up to be my greatest orgasm ever.
I slipped to Drake’s side and looked at the demons who’d come to pay a visit. Red skinned with long curving horns, these beasts were one of the nastier castes from Hell.
The biggest of them took a step forward and spoke. “Leave shifter, our business is with the girl.”
Drake’s a shifter? I stored this interesting tidbit for later. Apparently I had a date with some thugs. Before I could say a word though, Drake spoke for me, with his fist.
The lead demon flew back and hit the opposite wall with a loud crash. He slid down the dented wall and slumped to the ground. For a moment I wondered just what Drake’s animal was because it took a lot of bloody strength to knock out a demon.
“Who’s next?” asked my hero, um, I mean my wanna-be minion.
Four more demons stepped forward and I admit, I was impressed. Five demons to handle little ol’ me. Ha, they’d obviously never watched me train. My dad had made sure at an early age I knew how to defend myself. He said a girl should be able to back up a
“No” in case it wasn’t heard. I always found it ironic that my dad, the demon of lust, ended up being an overprotective father. He claimed it was because he knew what males were thinking and no way were they doing those dirty things to his little girl.
But back to the fight. Drake charged the demons and I would have applauded his balls— I bet they’re huge— but I had my hands full with the two demons which leapt up and over his mad dash. In a flash, I’d palmed my silver daggers, enchanted ones of course, nothing but the best for daddy’s girl.
They tried to flank me, but I kept the wall to my back and when they dove on me, I sprang up, then down, one high-heeled foot kicking out to one side while I slashed towards the other side with my blades. I connected in both instances and was rewarded with grunts of pain.
However, it wasn’t enough to make them back off. The next few minutes were a blur as I dodged, feinted and stabbed, the exhilaration of the fight making me laugh.
“Come on you pussies,” I taunted. Enraged, they charged me.
A slice through a hamstring here, a stab which nicked an artery there, a well-aimed kick at a pair of sensitive demon balls and suddenly I found myself whirling to see my attackers disappearing through a portal back to Hell.
“Come back,” I yelled at them. “I wasn’t done with you yet.” A deep chuckle accompanied with clapping made me turn to see a deliciously rumpled and sweaty Drake. I gave him a mock bow.
“I have to give you credit,” he said shaking his head ruefully. “You really can take care of yourself.”
“Thank you,” I replied primly. My insides quivered in pleasure though. I liked compliments as much as the next girl.
“Let’s get you home before they come back with friends.” I followed him out of the alleyway and watched as he hailed a cab. When it arrived, he opened the door and handed me in, then closed it. I quickly cranked the window down and frowned at him.
“Aren’t you coming with me?” Translation: “Aren’t you coming home with me so I can fuck your brains out?”
He answered me with a hard kiss. My toes curled and my pussy started to throb. He broke off the heated embrace, his eyes glowing. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then he tapped on the taxi’s roof and stepped back. I refused to turn around and look at him with the stupid look females always have in movies. And the tears in my eyes weren’t frustration, they were rage. How dare he leave me horny, again!
“Bloody fucking hell!” Drake’s anger coursed through him and needed an outlet. His fist hit the brick wall where just moments ago, he’d almost taken Sally. However the pain didn’t clear up the white hot rage still enveloping him at the knowledge the demons they’d fought wanted to hurt her.
How dare they!
His beast roared and screamed in his head. Violent thoughts raced through his mind’s eye as his animal came up with ways to punish the perpetrators, nasty, bloody,
permanent
ways. Revenge was why he’d sent her away even as every ounce of his being had screamed for him to go with her. To claim her and place his mating mark upon her body, a warning to those who thought to hurt her.
But he wouldn’t force his brand upon her until she agreed to it, possessive as both he and his beast felt. Life with his feisty intended would be a lot easier if she thought she had a choice.
However, while he worked on gaining her trust and affection—and invested in a jock strap for she hadn’t seemed happy he’d sent her away—he could use his skills and call in a few more favors to discover who dared try and hurt his woman.
And when I find them, I shall let them meet the wrath of my beast.
Chapter Five
I got home to find Jezzie bouncing like a bunny at Easter. She held the remote in one hand and pointed incoherently at the television screen.
I was more interested in the bag of chips on the table—regular rippled with a container of herb and garlic dip beside it. I consoled myself with lots of double dipping before I could finally focus on Jezzie who stopped jumping and regarded me with a hand on her hip.
“Don’t ask,” I mumbled through a mouthful of chips.
“I don’t need to. I saw it all,” she said smirking. She stepped aside and played the paused show in progress—you had to love TiVo. And it wasn’t just any show, it was my reality show featuring yours truly.
“Holy fuck.” I’d completely forgotten about the cameras following me. And they hadn’t missed a thing from my hot dancing with Drake to our impromptu make out session—I really liked the part where he ripped my panties off—to the foiled demon attack. It ended with the cab speeding away, but with a scene I hadn’t seen; Drake cursing then turning to hit the brick wall behind him with a closed fist.
If he didn’t want me to go, then why didn’t he come with me? What suddenly became more important than pleasuring my pussy and in the doing, himself?
I would have liked to ponder it further, but an exuberant Jezzie wanted to know all the pertinent details.
“Is he a good kisser?”
“The best,” I sighed. Suddenly though, I found myself tired. I didn’t want to think about what I’d almost experienced. For the first time in my life, my emotions were a muddled mess and I didn’t like it one bit. Something about Drake drew me like no other man ever before. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, wanting him with me. Sexual frustration, that had to be the answer. I refused to contemplate anything else. And it definitely wasn’t the dreaded L word.