My Funny Demon Valentine (Hell Bent #1)

Chapter 6

6

A First Time for Everyt h i n g

E va’s favorite scenes in TV shows were always the long-awaited moments when the onscreen couple finally gave into their bursting sexual tension, and it exploded out of them in a clothes-ripping, knocking-over-furniture sex fest.

That was exactly what happened the moment she unlocked the door to her apartment.

Door slamming shut with a stray kick, they stumbled backward into the room, fused at the lips, until she hit something. A wall maybe? But no, it was awkwardly shaped, jabbing into her lower back. She didn’t give a damn what it was. She only cared about getting the heavy leather jacket off Ash, dropping it on the floor, and then running her hands all over the most perfect specimen of maleness she’d ever seen.

He picked her up and set her down on whatever it was her back was bumping against—ah, yes, her grand piano. He was tall enough that it was the perfect height for her to wrap her legs around his hips and align their bodies where she desperately wanted them to be.

They started up a heavy grind through their clothes while their tongues engaged in a gold-medal wrestling match. She tugged his T-shirt up his hard stomach until he had to break the kiss to whip it over his head.

“Nice piano,” he said before diving back in. “Hard to get a grand... upstairs apartment?”

She moaned, tipping her head back while he feasted along her throat, her palms sliding over his bare skin like she couldn’t touch all of him fast enough. So. Many. Muscles. “I’m lucky. Was here before I moved in. Came with the place— Oh my god, Ash.”

He was still grinding his hips against hers, the friction so exquisite she nearly lost it. She could feel the ridge of his hard cock through his pants, and she had never wanted anything more.

“You have a roommate?”

“Cat. Why.”

“Wanna fuck you right on this piano.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

A big hand landed on her chest and pushed her flat on her back against the cool wood. Her own shirt was already off—fancy that. On her back, she got her first proper look at the bare-chested man between her thighs, and her mouth actually went dry.

He was magnificent. Unlike anyone or anything she’d seen before. All that silky black hair spilled over a godlike body that was ribbed with strength, and those luxurious indigo eyes were looking at her like he wanted to eat her for dinner.

She wanted to ask him how he was real, but she was quickly distracted when he stepped back and began pulling her leggings down. He took them and her high-tops and socks off and threw the whole works over his shoulder without a backward glance.

When they were gone, he trailed his mouth up to her inner thighs, stopping to slide her panties off and toss them away too. Watching him do that... She was pretty sure she might have come already.

If not, she definitely came within minutes of his mouth dipping between her legs, his tongue expertly working her clit. Her scream probably woke the neighbors.

But he wasn’t content with just once. As soon as her body began to relax, he spread her apart with his fingers and feasted once again on her tingling flesh without a shred of mercy. He didn’t let up until she orgasmed again, and this scream probably woke the whole building.

This time, he didn’t stop when her climax crested, not even when she begged, and miraculously, he pushed her over the edge yet again. The man was a genius.

Gasping for breath, she sat up, pulling him up to kiss her and tasting herself on his lips. Her head spun from pleasure so fast she nearly passed out. Three orgasms in one go? Never before, not even on a marathon with her vibrator.

Ash slid her bra straps down, pushing the cups aside to free her breasts like he had no idea how the clasp on the back worked. Chuckling, she reached back—one pinch and it fell off. He got busy sucking on her nipples. She got busy working his jeans open.

She shoved the intrusive fabric down, and her fingers closed around a cock that was, like the rest of him, too good to be true. Just the smooth, silky feel was nearly enough to send her over the edge again. Long and thick, the satiny head was already slick with pre-cum, and she spread it around with a thumb, fighting a somewhat feral urge to rub it all over her. His responsive moans as she stroked him... Unbelievable. Heavenly.

He scooped her up again, her legs winding back around his hips, and then they were traveling. Where? Didn’t matter. Just as long as he ended up inside her in the next two minutes.

Her bare ass landed on something cold. The kitchen counter. Slightly lower than the piano—better for penetration. And there he was, pushing at her entrance, the head of his cock stretching her as he just barely pushed inside, making her head spin and her sight blacken and—

“Condom,” she gasped, hating herself for saying it but knowing she had to.

“Shit, Bel warned me— I have one.” He whipped his wallet out of his back pocket, and, lo and behold, there was the fabled condom. She’d never been happier to see one of those flimsy latex bastards.

Normally, Eva averted her gaze while her sexual partner put on a condom, but this partner was so incredibly sexy that watching him roll on a rubber was nearly as good as foreplay.

But it sure as hell wasn’t as good as how it felt when he entered her a second later. He was a little rough, like he needed this, would die without it, which was fine with her. There was no easing in gently. He just aligned and thrust, sinking deep in one smooth motion until she thought she’d burst from the fullness.

She cried out and threw her head back, promptly smacking it into the cupboard doors, turning her scream into a curse. The curse turned back into a scream with his second thrust. “Fuck, Ash!”

He picked her up again, fingers digging into her ass hard enough to bruise, and they were traveling once more. They hit a wall. He pressed her into it, fucking her against the drywall like his life depended on it. She threw her head back again, smacking it on the wall of course, and clutched him desperately, lost to the wildness of the moment.

“Bed. Where’s your bedroom.”

But she couldn’t speak. He was hitting her in just the right spot, and she started to come again . He moaned as her inner muscles convulsed around him, and they slid down to the ground like his legs couldn’t hold them anymore.

He fucked her on the floor, her body contorted in an awkward, half-bent position because there wasn’t room to lie sideways in the hallway. It didn’t matter. She soon discovered if she lifted one leg, she could brace it against the opposite wall and meet his thrusts with her own.

He liked that, moaning some more, and his hand landed on the wall above her head. Then things got really serious. He was tensioned between the wall and floor, and she was pushing against the other wall with her leg, their bodies braced for maximum thrust action.

And that was exactly what happened—hard, hot, heavy pounding with sweat dripping and hair plastered to faces and necks. It was glorious. Heavenly. She felt like she was flying. She forgot she was anything besides the white lights of pleasure bursting behind her tightly shut eyelids.

Ash’s whole body tightened as he climaxed. She felt his cock swell and flex inside of her, and a deep, sexy groan escaped him that made Eva’s eyes roll back in her head.

A moment later, he collapsed on top of her like he was boneless. The breath whooshed out of her lungs, and she lay flattened to the floor beneath him, her head spinning, complete satiation rushing through her veins.

That was when she remembered the bat wings.

And the long, black claws cutting off the creature’s head.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared at the ceiling. “Meet him at the club, ask him questions”: that was the plan. Not “get him back to her place ASAP and fuck his brains out.”

But damn. That was the best sex she’d ever had, hands down. She’d never felt that kind of desperate, explosive chemistry with another person before, and right now, basking in the afterglow, it was impossible to regret anything about tonight.

Ash’s glorious hair was spread all over her chest, his face buried in her neck. Slowly, he lifted his head. Their gazes met. His midnight-blue eyes seemed to glow, and there was a warmth in them she hadn’t seen before.

Duh . Of course there was.

She’d just given him the orgasm of a lifetime. And that wasn’t some grandiose statement—she knew it was true because she felt the same way. Looking into those eyes and seeing that connection, the strange, dark memories faded away again.

At least for a little while.

“That was amazing.” She lifted a shaky hand and smoothed some of the hair off his neck. “Incredible. The best.”

He smiled. A real smile, a naked smile. One that warmed her heart. “Evangeline.”

“Asmodeus.” She chuckled at his ridiculous name.

“I never did find your bed.”

“I’ve never had sex on the floor in a hallway before.”

His smile turned wicked. “There’s a first time for everything.”

“Take me to bed, you crazy man. First door on the left, behind you.”

He lifted her and stood up like she weighed nothing—every curvy woman’s dream—and then he took her to bed and ravished her until the sun rose.

Sometime the next morning, Eva sat bolt upright in bed, clutching the sheet around her naked body. Beside her, the man who’d spent all night inside her in every possible position still slept soundly.

He was on his side, arms flung out in front of him where they’d been wrapped around her. His hair was spread over the bed behind him, a few long strands winding down his chest between his arms. The sheets bunched around his naked hips, and his skin looked darker through the curtains’ shade, currently blocking the rays of morning sunlight.

She stared at him with a combination of horror and amazement. Horror, because what the hell had she been thinking? Had she gotten too wasted last night and lost control of herself? But no, she couldn’t pretend that was the case. She’d barely been tipsy on the walk home.

The truth was, their off-the-charts chemistry and his indescribable hotness had swept her off her feet, and she’d been more than happy to ignore the memories of the beast burning to ash after having its head chopped off. By claws. That grew out of Ash’s fingers.

Was she ever going to stop thinking about that night? Was she going to push away what seemed like the perfect man because of what was probably just a hallucination, brought on by shock from the shooting in the club?

But it didn’t feel like a hallucination. It felt real. But wasn’t that what all hallucinating people said?

And what about that whispering voice, telling her she was on the verge of discovering why she felt like she didn’t know herself?

Why did she feel like she didn’t know herself anyway? She wasn’t that complicated a person, but she’d always felt oddly vacant, and it made no damn sense. All the soul searching in the world couldn’t give her the answers she sought.

Would she ever make sense of that? Was it a byproduct of the hallucinations or the cause of them?

She may have been sidetracked from her recon last night, but it wasn’t too late to look for clues.

Leaning in, she inspected Ash’s hands as closely as she could without touching him, looking for signs of claws. A little voice in her head screamed that she was being completely irrational, but she ignored it. The memories were too real.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, his hands were perfectly normal. The only abnormal thing about them was how incredibly sexy they were. The veins on the backs were clearly defined, and his fingers were long and graceful. He had the hands of an artist. The hands of a man who could give her multiple orgasms.

She’d never realized she could be so attracted to a man’s hands, for god’s sake. But of course, with him, she was. She was pretty sure she’d be attracted to his ear.

Slipping out of bed, she skirted around the side to look at his back. His hair was in the way, so she gently brushed it aside. He gave a soft moan and stirred slightly, and Eva’s heart instantly melted. She stared at him with hearts in her eyes for a moment until she kicked herself back into focus.

His back was free of any sign that enormous wings might be anchored beside his spine. It was just a normal, human, muscular, sexy back that she wanted to lick and bite every inch of.

Fighting the urge, she tiptoed down the hall until she found where Ash had shed his pants after their first bout of lovemaking and pulled out his wallet. There was no ID, no indications of identity at all. Just a fat wad of cash. Suspicious, certainly, but nothing that said red skin or horns.

She found his phone in his other pocket. It had no passcode and was even less interesting than the contents of his wallet. No apps, emails, or pictures, and only three contacts: Bel, Meph, Raum. Were those his brothers? He’d never actually told her their names. What kind of name was Meph though? Mefff . Weird.

Guilty conscience alive and humming, she jumped about a foot in the air when the phone rang in her hand at that moment. The call display said “Bel.” She froze, wondering if she should shove it back in his pocket and pretend she hadn’t been near it.

“Eva?” came a sexy, sleepy voice from the bedroom.

“Your phone’s ringing. Want me to bring it?” There. No lying involved.

“Sure.”

She went back to the bedroom where Ash was sitting up, dragging a hand through that gorgeous mane, and passed him the phone. Answering it, he climbed out of bed and strolled shamelessly naked across the bedroom.

“What do you want, Bel?”

“Where are you?”

Asmodeus found his discarded pants and donned them before wandering over to the grand piano, a smile curving his lips when he remembered eating Eva out on top of it last night. He sat on the bench and pressed middle C with his free hand, the clear note ringing through the quiet apartment. “Where do you think?”

“Did you get laid?”

“Yeah.”

“Congratulations.”

He rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Well, hell, it’s been a while. I feel like I should get you a trophy or something.”

“Do that and I’ll shove it up your ass.” He played a minor--major-seventh chord for ominous emphasis.

Bel chuckled. “Look, you should probably get back here. Meph ran into another gargoyle last night when he was out.”

That was the fourth one this week. “And?”

“And there could be more.”

“I’m not coming back for that. You can kill a gargo—” He cleared his throat. “Deal with it yourself.”

“I already did, and I got fucking blood stains on my favorite pants for my trouble.”

“If you dealt with it, then what’s the problem? Besides your fancy pants.”

“There could be more.”

“So call me if more show up.”

“Damn it, Asmodeus, this is serious. I don’t like how easy it is for them to find us. We should be staying behind the wards as much as possible.”

Gargoyles weren’t trackers. They didn’t have the brains, nor did they possess any unique powers to aid them. They were just strong and stupid, and there was an abundance of them, so they were used for everything. “It’s probably a coincidence that they’re here.”

“Or they’re following orders.”

Ash climbed up a chromatic scale with his thumb and forefinger. “Whose orders?”

“You know who.”

His hand curled into a first. “There’s no way they’d send him this early on in the game.”

“Yes, they would. I’m a goddamn King of Hell.”

He had a point.

“Look,” Bel said, “if the Hunter’s involved, he could have already tracked you to the human’s house. You should leave now.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“You’re a stubborn jackass.”

“And you’re a neurotic, overbearing bastard.”

“ Ass- modeus.”

His eye roll was epic. “Never heard that one before, Bel --ligerent.”

Bel snorted. “All right, fine. Stay with your human for now, but I’m calling you if anything happens. Anything at all, and you get your ass right the fuck back home, got it?”

It was annoying when Bel tried to give him orders, but Ash played along for the sake of their dysfunctional little family. “Life or death, Belial. Don’t call me unless it’s life or death.”