CHAPTER 13
Zarreth
I lick my lips once more, relishing the taste of her. I think I might be developing an addiction. We turn on a movie, and Frankie soon falls asleep in my arms. Her lips are slightly parted, her soft snore putting me at ease. I love being the reason for her looking so peaceful.
I pull out my phone, texting Ronin to see if he can set up a meeting with Dante.
I know Dante can’t help us with Nate, but maybe he knows something about the hell-humans running around.
Not even a minute goes by before Ronin calls. “You have a meeting already?” I whisper.
“Why the fuck are you whispering, man?” Ronin says.
“Don’t fucking worry about it.”
“Are you doing your freaky stalker shit again? Dude, if she’s your mate, you’re going to scare her away.”
“Why are you calling?” I whisper-shout.
“Dante called. He’s having a little get-together tomorrow night, and we’re invited. He said to bring the halfling.”
Fuck! He knows about Frankie. I’m sure he saw it the minute we decided to set up the meeting. I don’t know exactly how his abilities work, but Dante can see the future based on the choices others make.
He’s one of the oldest demons alive and is extremely powerful. No one really knows where he stands, but he treats his horde better than most overlords do.
“Do you think he wants Frankie?”
“Does anyone know what Dante wants?” Ronin asks pointedly.
“You got a point.” Dante is a little eccentric, making it difficult to know his motives. “Looks like we’re going to a party,” I huff before disconnecting the phone. I can’t imagine what Dante’s get-togethers are like. Frankie is not ready for this.
“I owe you a new shirt.” Frankie’s sleepy voice pulls me from my thoughts.
Lifting her head, she rubs her mouth with the back of her hand. How the hell does she manage to look so cute with drool dried to her cheek? I must have it pretty bad.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I look at the wet spot on my chest. “This is my new favorite shirt.”
She blushes. “So, I didn’t get a chance to return the favor before I fell asleep.”
“You did me a favor by letting me eat your sweet pussy.”
Her eyes widen as her cheeks turn red. I love watching her reaction to my crude language.
“Oh my God, Zarreth! You can’t say stuff like that!” she screeches.
I can smell how much she secretly likes it. “Why not?”
She hides her face with her hands. “Because it’s embarrassing.”
I pull her hands away, pressing my lips to her palms. “You never need to be embarrassed around me.”
“I can’t help it.” She smiles sweetly before kissing me on the cheek. “I’m going to take a shower and wash the lake water from my hair.”
Hopping off my lap, she looks at me like she’s debating saying something else. Finally, she stammers, “um, you can wait for me here or something if you want. Or, like, I don’t know, maybe you could…” She covers her red face with her hands again, struggling to find words. I know she wants to invite me to shower with her, but I don’t say anything. I’m enjoying this too much. “I’m just going to be in there.” She blurts out, pointing toward the bathroom before quickly turning on her heels and heading down the hall.
I chuckle when I hear the door close. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I don’t ever remember feeling this content before.
A framed photo of an older man with his arms around Nate and Frankie sits on the side table. Picking it up, I study young Frankie with bare feet and a missing tooth. They’re standing in front of a run-down trailer house. I wonder if the man in the photo is Grandpa G. I smile to myself. Only Frankie would name a plant.
I hear the shower running and figure I gave her enough time to regain her bearings, so I decide to join her. When I open the bathroom door, I’m immediately greeted with the fresh scent of lavender. I smile when I see the shower curtain. It has the words ‘are you pooping?’ printed on it with cat faces peering at me.
I quickly strip before entering the steamy shower. Frankie wipes water from her eyes. “Hi,” she says, shyly.
I slowly take in her perfect body. “Fuck.” Her full breasts and round hips are screaming to be licked again. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair is just long enough to be pulled.
Her eyes widen as she nervously asks, “Why do your eyes turn black like that?”
I rest my hands on her hips. “They change color with emotion, and I’m very turned on right now.”
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she looks down at my erection. “So am I,” she breathes.
She runs her hands through my hair and freezes when she feels the nubs where my horns once were.
“Does it hurt?” She gently strokes them, nearly bringing me to my knees.
“No,” I respond. “Quite the opposite. It feels amazing.” Touching a demon’s horns is almost as arousing as touching their cock.
Biting her lower lip, she continues to explore them. A hint of magic emanates from her palms, causing my scalp to tingle. The type of powers Frankie is supposed to possess are rumored to be very dark, so I’m surprised when pure ecstasy courses through my body instead of pain.
My erection hardens, and I swear my horns grow a little. I don’t want to embarrass myself, so I pull my head away before I come without meaning to.
I lift Frankie up as she wraps her legs around my waist. She begins moving her hips, sliding the folds of her pussy up and down my shaft. Wrapping my mouth around her nipple, I suck hard, making her moan. I almost enter her right then.
“Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly.” I set her down, taking a step back. “But not yet.” I can’t fuck her no matter how much I want to. I won’t take advantage of her right now.
When a demon goes through the change, their senses become more heightened, making their sex drive go through the roof. When she’s coming on my dick, it won’t be because she’s desperate to take the edge off. It’ll be because she can’t live without me inside her.
“Please, Zarreth.” She drops to her knees, grabbing my cock with both hands. She looks up at me; her big green eyes glowing with arousal. Her little pink tongue slowly licks pre-cum off my tip.
“Frankie, I won’t be able to control myself. We should stop.”
“Please, I need you,” she begs before taking me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock.
Oh fuck!
Holding my dick in her hands, she runs her wet tongue down my shaft, covering it in saliva before sucking on my balls. “That feels so fucking good.”
She runs her tongue up the other side of my cock before wrapping her lips around it once again, taking in as much length as she can manage. Her hands grip what doesn’t fit in her mouth, and she begins bobbing her head up and down as she sucks, hollowing out her cheeks.
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
She moans at my praise, sucking harder. Her nails dig into my ass, pulling me deeper down her throat.
“Oh fuck,” I growl as I grab both sides of her head and thrust. She gags when I hit the back of her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her teeth scrape against my cock as her jaw becomes more and more sore, but I keep going.
I don’t stop fucking her mouth until tears and saliva run down her beautiful face. My balls tighten. I debate pulling out and coming on her tits, but I can’t. It feels too good. My head falls back, moaning as my cum spills into her mouth.
Frankie gasps for air when I pull my cock away from her red, swollen lips. Her eyes glow a beautiful emerald green. She has never looked more perfect than she does right now.
I pull her to her feet, bending down to taste myself on her mouth. “Are you okay?”
She looks down, biting her bottom lip. “I really liked that. I didn’t expect your cum to taste so good.”
Her words make me instantly hard again. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I wrap her in a towel, covering her naked body so I don’t bend her over and fuck her from behind. Instead, I dry myself off and carry her to her bedroom.
She giggles as I throw her on the bed. I lift her left foot, kissing her toes as she tries pulling away. Tightening my grip, I make my way up her leg when the front door crashes open.
“I’ve been calling you guys. I could use some help carrying the groceries in,” Jess yells.
Growling, I rest my head on Frankie’s stomach.
“Shit,” she swears, hopping off the bed. “She has the worst timing.”
“Be right there,” Frankie yells, bending over to pick up her robe, providing the perfect opportunity to spank her ass. She gives me a devilish smile. “To be continued.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” She winks at me before leaving the bedroom to find Jess.
A squeal comes from the other room. “Did you just get out of the shower? Where’s Zarreth? Holy shit! You finally did it! How was it? I bet demons have enormous dicks. How are you still walking?”
I smile to myself when Frankie hushes her. “Girl, I will give you details later. He has super hearing, remember?”
An hour later all three of us are sitting at the table—Frankie and Jess with their chicken parmesan.
“So, what are the chances this get-together is just a book club, and nothing nefarious?” Jess asks.
Frankie almost chokes on a bite of food. “What do you mean nothing nefarious ? We’re in the same book club. Trust me, they’re nefarious.”
“I’m just worried.” Jess moves the chicken parmesan around her plate. “Will you at least take Nate’s gun with you?”
It makes me feel better knowing there’s a gun in the house, even though it won’t work on demons. At least she can protect herself against humanity. Humans treat their own kind worse than demons do. “A gun won’t work on a demon. You might as well leave it behind.”
“Well, what the hell does kill a demon?” Frankie asks.
I shake my head. “It’s nearly impossible, but it can be done. All demons will die if beheaded, and hellhound poison can kill us.”
Jess slouches in defeat. “Well shit. That won’t help us any.”
I look Frankie dead in the eyes. “Promise me when I say it’s time to leave, you’ll listen and not put up a fight.”
“I will,” she says. “I’m not looking to become a late-night snack. I only want to see if anyone knows something about Nate, then we can bounce.”
“I’m staying here tonight,” Jess declares. “If it’s your last night on Earth, I’m not leaving your side.”
“See, that’s the spirit,” Frankie replies. “Zarreth, will you stay here tonight as well?”
She’s lost her mind if she thinks I’m sleeping anywhere else tonight. “I’d do anything for you, remember?”
“Awe, well aren’t you two cute?” Jess throws a piece of garlic bread at Frankie. It bounces off her head, onto the floor. Ms. Kitty swats at it, chasing it around the kitchen.