Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nox
I’d never felt so comfortably warm in my entire life. It was all around me. It was under me.
On a little mewling sound, I snuggled closer to it.
“Take all you need from me, shadow girl,” Daemon’s voice said, soft, sweet.
It was then that I became aware of his hand drifting up and down my back, toying with my hair. Soft, chaste little touches meant simply to soothe.
But fire ignited in my body, making a pressure start in my core that quickly became a dull ache.
“Up?” Daemon asked, feeling me shift uncomfortably.
“Don’t wanna be,” I admitted.
“No?” he asked, rolling me until my back was against his front, his legs crooked under mine, making his hard cock press against me.
There was no stopping the needy whimper that escaped me, or the way I wiggled back against him.
That sexy little growling sound moved through Daemon as his hand slid around to slip under my shirt.
His warm touch against my skin had a shiver racking my system.
His fingers moved up over my belly, stopping only when his hand closed over my bare breast.
My whole body shuddered at the intimate touch, my nipple pebbling up and pressing against his palm.
“You sure?” Daemon asked. “Seems like you like being awake right now.” His other hand pressed between my thighs, feeling my heat, my wetness, the proof of how much I was enjoying being awake. With him.
“We can’t,” I objected, but as his finger and thumb started to roll my nipple, I was quickly losing my objections to hooking up in a semi-permanent space. Within a moment or two, I was relatively sure I wouldn’t care if we had a whole viewing party.
“Sure we can,” he objected, his lips meeting my neck as his hips rocked his cock against me.
I wiggled back until his hardness was pressed against my cleft. Close to where I needed him most, but not quite giving me what I needed.
“Arick is in his sound room.”
“His… what?” I asked, my voice breathless as his hips rocked into me as I wiggled backward.
“Sound room. Soundproof, so he can meditate with his singing bowls. He can’t hear anything. He’ll be gone for hours.”
My only answer to that was another needy moan as his fingers pinched my nipple, then twisted just to the point of pain.
His hand released my breast, dragging a grumble out of me.
A little chuckle escaped him as he rolled me onto my back, then leaned over me.
Yanking up my shirts, he sucked the same nipple into his warm mouth as his hand went to my other breast.
“Yes,” I whimpered, holding his head against me as he sucked in little strobes.
He moaned around my nipple, making my sex clench hard.
But then… then… something felt different as his tongue slipped out, teasing around my nipple.
“Daemon?” I asked, my voice high as I stiffened.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were molten—and perhaps redder than before?—and another of those devilish little smiles tugged at his lips.
Then, seeming to know the unspoken question, his tongue slipped out, showing me what I had been feeling.
His forked tongue.
“Didn’t you notice before?” he asked, ducking his head to kiss down my belly. “When I had my mouth all over your sweet pussy?”
“I… I…” I couldn’t find the words, with the need growing through me.
“Maybe you need another demonstration,” he said, his face just above my sex.
He sat back on his heels. Then my pants and panties were gone, he was spreading my thighs, and his face was between.
This time, yes, I could feel the difference; I understood why the orgasm had been so quick and intense the last time.
The sides of his tongue slid up the sides of my clit, they circled around it.
My thighs were shaking, my moans loud and uncontrolled.
My hand slapped down on his head, feeling something that hadn’t been there before, either.
Something hard sticking out of his soft hair.
My eyes opened even as my fingers teased around it.
A horn.
His horns.
I mean, of course , he had horns; I’d seen them before. But they weren’t there most of the time. Maybe they only came out when his emotions were high.
Somehow, that fact only made my desire ratchet up. My hands went to each of them, wrapping around them and using them to hold on.
A growl escaped Daemon at the move, and he went back to eating me with more fervor. His fingers slipped inside of me, thrusting wildly as my hips rocked against him, and my moans filled the room.
“ Yes , Dae— fuck ,” I cried as the orgasm screamed through me, overtaking me completely, leaving my thighs clutching around his head, my whole body stretched taut as the pleasure crested over and over.
The second my thighs released him, he sat back, looking down at me with eyes that I was sure, now, were burning red.
“You like them, huh?” he asked, tipping his head to the side as he unzipped my hoodie.
“Yes,” I told him. There was no use denying it. There was something about them.
“And my tongue,” he said, reaching for my hands to pull me to a seated position so he could remove my three layers of tops.
“Yes,” I agreed, reaching for his shirt—a new one he must have borrowed from Arick after his shower.
He smelled different—earthy and spicy.
I leaned in, breathing in the scent, then pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.
“You’re so warm,” I said, pressing my cheek to his skin as my hands teased up and down his ribs.
It wasn’t long, though, before those curious hands of mine were moving across his waistband, pulling his pants down to expose his straining cock.
I dipped my head, teasing my tongue over the head, lapping up his salty taste.
But the position was frustratingly difficult.
Feeling the same, Daemon suddenly got to my feet, his head on the back of my neck, making me go up onto my knees in front of him.
“Open your mouth, sweetness,” he demanded, his thumb running along my lower lip.
There was no shame in me then, not an ounce of self-control left.
My lips fell open like he wanted.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked, fisting his cock and tapping it against my lower lip.
A low moan was the only answer I gave. “You gonna take me deep?” he asked.
I gave him a tight nod.
Then his cock was in my mouth as his hand pressed on the back of my neck, making me take him past the point of comfort, my gag reflex engaging, making me swallow it back as the head of him hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his head thrown back as he took a deep breath. “That’s my good girl,” he said, his gaze cutting to mine. “You look so pretty with my cock deep in your throat.”
A whimper escaped me again.
That was what had him losing control.
His hands were on both sides of my neck, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth, his thrusts getting harder and faster with each passing moment.
I should have been disgusted, horrified by his roughness, at how he was taking what he wanted, but my sex was aching, my wetness slipping down my thighs.
My hands sank into his ass as he thrust faster still.
Then suddenly, when I was sure he was going to come down my throat, surprising me with how much I wanted that, he pulled away, leaving me panting and confused.
Until, suddenly, his hands grabbed me under my knees and flipped me onto my back.
Before I could catch my breath, he was over me, pressing into me, his firm lines to my softer ones.
My arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling his welcome warmth closer as my hips shifted until I felt his cock press against my cleft.
“Your pussy is so wet for me,” he murmured, his lips against my neck, creating little sparks of need.
“Daemon, please,” I whimpered, rocking myself against his length, the need a clawing thing.
“You sound so good begging for my cock,” he said, teeth nipping my earlobe.
His hips shifted, the head of him pressed against me.
Then, with one thrust, he took every inch of me. My back arched as my moan ripped from deep in my chest.
“Fuck,” Daemon groaned, pressing up to look down at me, his cock settled impossibly deep.
My hips rocked side to side, restless, aching for friction.
Then he was giving it to me, driving slow and deep, giving my body time to adjust to the stretch.
Then, as my nails raked down his back, as my hips rose to meet his thrusts, he moved faster, harder.
My cries were damn near screams as he drove me right to that edge, then sent me shooting over.
I crashed down hard, body shaking, breath catching.
Daemon thrust hard and deep through it, milking it for all it was worth, then slamming to the base as a growl escaped him.
His weight came fully down on me after, his warmth seeping into me, as my heart hammered and my breath rushed out of me.
My mind felt slow and thick from the pleasure. Until, suddenly, my common sense came rushing back.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, pushing at his shoulders.
“Nope. Wrong direction,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“Daemon, off,” I grumbled, pushing his shoulders, then planting my feet on his hips and pushing.
“What is it?” he asked, brows pinched as he sat back on his heels, his body gloriously on display. “What happened?” he asked.
How could I be so stupid ?
“We did not just do that.”
“We did. And we did it well,” he said, shooting me a self-satisfied smile.
“We didn’t use anything.”
“Toys?” he asked. “I love a good toy…”
“Protection,” I said, wondering how close the nearest pharmacy was.
“We didn’t need it,” he said, shrugging.
“Um, yes we did.”
“No, sweetness,” he said, hand massaging my knee. “I can’t carry any diseases,” he told me, making my stomach unclench. “And I can only get you pregnant if we really, really want it.”
“You’re sure?” I asked, legs pressed tightly together.
“Positive. But if it makes you feel better, I’ve always used it in the past. Human women… they can’t exactly know what I am. So I wouldn’t be able to explain all this. But, fuck, was it nice to be raw with you,” he said, fingers slipping up and down the outsides of my thighs. “Love the idea of you having my come inside you right now.”
It was vulgar and weird, but somehow, my sex clenched in agreement.
“You do too,” he said, taking a deep breath. Almost like… oh, God. Could he, like, smell my desire?
That was kind of—thrilling, sexy—weird.
“I, uh, need to find the restroom,” I said.
Daemon jumped to his feet, reaching down for my hands, then pulled me onto my own feet.
“Right there,” he said, gesturing.
Thankfully, he turned away so I could penguin-waddle into the bathroom without being seen.
After cleaning up, I inspected myself in the mirror, finding my skin actually had a little color, that there was some life in my eyes.
I even felt better.
Sure, there was still some aching. But now, it was just in my thighs, and thanks to the sex with Daemon, not from some weird demigod sickness, or whatever I’d been dealing with.
I opened the door, ready to wrap my shadows around myself, only to find Daemon standing there, all my many layers of clothes in his hands.
“As much as I would love you to stay just like that, I don’t think we should be going into the Underworld naked.”
The Underworld?