Taming the Wicked Wolf (A Date with a Demon #2)

Chapter 9

NINE

Silas

The world folds around me as I step easily from the bar, returning home. Home. No, home is my villa overseeing the coast back in the demon realm. Home is not a tiny apartment in a one Starbucks town like Moonstone Ridge.

But if this is true, then why do I feel so comfortable here? Surrounded by Emilia’s things and her scent, frustrating and enticing at the same time.

As the faint smoke around me clears, I see Poppy lift her head and look in my direction. She huffs out a bark and stands, walking into the kitchen to bring out one of her toys, squeaking it as she stares up at me.

I look down at her offering.

“I’m fine.” I say, more to myself than the dog.

It was just a kiss. We are both adults, and it doesn’t have to mean anything. But it did. It meant more to me than any kiss I have had before.

In any other situation, I’d be licking my wounds in my own realm, searching for some chaos. I’d find a soul to twist or a fight that I might not win.

Is it the healthiest coping mechanism? Probably not, but that doesn’t stop me. I should just accept that things end, but this never was given the chance to begin in the first place.

If I was smart, I would have done everything to detach from her, but I don’t see her as a soul to take and put on a mantlepiece, not anymore.

I could have played the doting pet and helped her regain her power from a far, it was in her all along she just needed to remember who she was and what she rightfully deserves.

I was a goner the moment I saw her standing there in front of me, blood dripping onto the floor, cross with me for not being who she had wanted.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t look away from the slight scrunch to her nose and the crease in her brow backed up with that fiery spirit someone had reduced to embers.

I wanted nothing more than to bring it out, restore it, and feel the flames lick against my fingertips.

Now that I have touched her magic and tasted her lips, I don’t think I can step away.

Poppy nudges my hand with a squeak of her toy, and I gently wrestle it away from her, tossing it into the dining room, watching as she nearly skids to a stop in front of it, scooping it up to repeat the entire process again.

I’m not supposed to be having these feelings, especially not for my charge. Of course, like everything else, the apple doesn’t seem to fall far from the tree.

I thought this would be simple. Emilia offered her soul up to me without hesitation, all I had to do was keep my wits about me and stay the course until she felt the bargain was satisfied.

A soul of her caliber would have surely earned me the respect that I deserve and prove myself as the heir to my father’s legacy, but now I can’t bring myself to take it.

You would think this was my first deal. Allowing myself to be collared by the little witch, bound to her in ways beyond the usual expectations.

Though not bound to her in the way I long to be, body and soul.

“What the fuck am I thinking?” I scrub my hand over my face, then take the toy, and throw it again. Poppy’s tongue lolls as she chases it.

It’ll be several hours until Emilia returns home from work. Normally, I’d pick up another one of her books, but I have read so many romance novels over the past few weeks that I am seeing her in every main character.

Now that I’ve kissed her, I don’t want to settle for a fantasy.

So, instead, for the first time in several years, I turn on the television.

“Are you watching Bake-off?”

Emilia’s voice shakes me from my trance, I was lost watching a contestant make spun sugar to accent their lemon poppy bundt cake. I grab the remote and shut off the tv.

“Yeah, I guess I was. I can see why it was listed as one of the highest rated show on Netflix.” I run my hands over my thighs, turning towards her, “Oh, I fed Poppy and took her outside.”

“Thanks.” She smiles, putting her purse away.

I look over at the clock, “I didn’t realize it’s almost four. I was thinking of making an omelette, if you want one.”

“No, it’s okay. Carly Beth and I got burgers after work and time kind of got away from me.” She turns to me, “After the night I’ve had, I’m probably just going to turn in.”

“Alright,” I nod, “Have a good night.”

“Good night, Silas.” Emilia stands there looking like she’s going to say something else, then snaps her fingers, “C’mon, Poppy.”

I watch as she walks down the hall, Poppy trailing behind her. Maybe that was my only chance, now all I can do is stay the course and follow this through. Hold up my end of the bargain.

It’ll be rough living here with her, but as soon as Chase is less of an annoyance, I can leave, though I might stay in town for a while longer just to make sure he won’t return.

Then, Emilia stops at her bedroom door, her hand grips the handle, and she glances back at me before slipping inside.

Maybe all I have to do is wait for her.

I push up off the couch and change into my black lounge pants and grab the spare pillow and blanket I’ve been using from the hall closet. As I walk past Emilia’s door, I hear the shower turn on and my cock twitches at the thought of her stripping out of her clothes.

I can almost smell her coconut shampoo.

Willing my legs to move, I turn off the hall light and walk back into the front room, fixing my place.

It would be better if she had a second room, but sleeping on the couch isn’t too bad. It’s wide enough that I fit fairly comfortably. Sure, it’s not my king sized bed, but I get to fall asleep surrounded by her scent. If I close my eyes, I can imagine she’s right beside me.

I can still hear the shower as I settle back onto the couch, sinking into the cushions and letting my legs fall open.

The kiss must have driven me mad, because I am hard just thinking about it. The feel of her soft lips and the warm blush of her cheeks as she looked up at me with those brown eyes, searching and finding just how much I want her, something I have been trying to hide.

I listen to make sure the shower is still going, then slide my hand under my waistband, palming my cock and wrapping my fingers around my shaft, giving it a long languid stroke from base to tip.

I grip the elastic of my pants and shove them down over my knees to free my cock, letting my head fall back, continuing the slow torture as the fantasy takes shape.

Emilia is straddling my lap with her hair back in a ponytail, something I can grab ahold of as I kiss her neck and sink my teeth into the meat of her collarbone, deep enough to leave a mark. She’s wearing that loose top from earlier, with the black cotton panties I catch a glimpse of occasionally when she bends over. The soft fabric nearly soaked through as she grinds against me, taking whatever she needs.

“Fuck,” I moan, running my hand along my shaft and over the tip, gathering the bit of pre-cum with my palm.

I can barely hear anything over the sound of my breath as I fuck my fist, thinking about all the delicious sounds I can draw from her lips. The knot at the base of my cock already swelling as I stalk my release.

“Silas,” her voice is a soft sigh that could be mistaken for a whisper. It sounds so real. A little too real.

My eyes snap open and I find Emilia standing across the hall, her back flat to her bedroom door.

She looks like she stepped out of my fantasy, her hair cascading over her shoulder, damp from the shower. She’s even wearing a baggy shirt that barely grazes her thighs so I can see her shapely legs and the tiny dimples on her knees.

“Emilia.” I choke out, stilling my hand and moving to cover myself.

From here I can see the sharp rise and fall of her chest, the material of her shirt clinging to the hard peaks of her nipples and flowing over her ample breasts. I’m practically salivating at the thought of having them in my mouth.

“No,” she murmurs, her eyes focused on my cock, no, not just my cock, she’s staring at my knot. “You don’t have to stop.”

Her hand trails up her hips, lifting her shirt so I can see her stomach as it slips under the lace hem of her panties.

I must be fucking dreaming. I have died and, somehow, gone to heaven, that’s the only explanation for the sight in front of me.

I give my cock another slow stroke, watching as she presses her thighs together, the outline of her hand moving under the thin fabric of her underwear.

“You could come over here and let me take care of that for you.” I say, drunk on the view as I do my best to draw out every movement, savoring the tension building towards the base of my spine, “I bet my fingers would feel so much better.”

She shakes her head, “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

My balls tighten at the whimper in her voice. I want to take her into my arms and tease her until she’s crying my name like it’s a prayer, but I keep doing what she wants, using the warmth seeping from my tip to fuck my hand nice and slow like I’d fuck her, nudging at her entrance with my knot until her legs are shaking.

“Good boy,” she breathes out, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

Damn, she catches on quick. It takes everything in my power not to come. I reach down and squeeze the base of my knot until the sensation ebbs, noticing her fingers moving quicker at the sight. Oh, that’s what you want.

I groan, holding the base of my knot as the other hand works my cock, and her response is immediate, the door rattling as she closes her eyes and rests her head against the wood.

“No,” I growl out, the sound loud enough that it shocks both of us into awareness, “Look at me, little witch. Look at what you do to me.”

She tilts her head down, her eyes shadowed in the darkness.

It only takes a few more strokes, my palm grazing over the head of my cock with every twist of my wrist, slick with pre-cum. My hand brushes against the base of my knot again and I whimper. Thick ropes of cum painting my hand and falling onto my bare thigh.

I look up just in time to see her orgasm taking her over, her brows creased as her lips part in a silent gasp. She continues rubbing her clit, her shoulders shaking until her hands stutter to a stop, slowly slipping out of her panties.

“You could give me a taste.” I quirk my brow, tilting my head.

Emilia huffs out a laugh and reaches back with her other hand, opening her bedroom door and stepping into the darkness.

I’m left alone. Again. Though this time, the air is thick with her arousal.

Fuck, I’m not getting any sleep tonight.