Sparkle
My hands are on the buttons of Lucien’s shirt as soon as we pass the threshold of my bedroom.
His hands frantically work to rip my shirt off me, and both shirts land in a pile on the floor.
I press him to the edge of my bed and straddle his lap.
My heart pounds, my brain has shut off. Only pure need exists.
I swallow and kiss Lucien again. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He chuckles, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine.
“That’s the fun part. Not knowing.” His hand slides lower, over the curve of my ass.
He kisses my shoulder, making sure not to jab me in the eye with a horn.
“But first, how about a little show?” He lifts a brow and his gaze goes over my half naked form.
I nibble my bottom lip. There’s no one else I’d rather dance for right now than Lucien.
Maybe anyone ever again. I stroll over to my dresser where I have a speaker set up and fiddle with my phone for the perfect song.
But I close my eyes and let shuffle take the wheel.
Then promptly stop the music when Cotton Eye Joe starts blaring through the speakers.
“No. Fuck. No.” I groan and drop my phone into a drawer where it shuffles to the Macarena.
I look to him. “I swear I have better songs.”
He chuckles and holds out his arms. “I wouldn’t mind watching you strip to either, I just wanna see you naked.” He winks of all things and that calms me. I let the Macarena play on softly, mocking me as I sway my hips and ignore the beat.
I run my hands over my body and watch the heat in Lucien’s eyes. He likes what he sees. Slowly I unbutton my jeans and shimmy them down my hips, just teasing a peek of my hip before bringing them back up.
“Darlin’ you’re such a tease.”
“Are you liking the show?” I spin and shake my tail as I pull my pants completely down.
Lucien swallows and nods. “You’re very talented.”
Now comes the tricky part. Getting completely out of the skinny jeans without tripping over them. I don’t succeed and end up in Lucien’s arms.
“I don’t usually get fully naked and I’m not normally in jeans.”
He hauls me back to my feet, but I crawl into his lap. My cock juts out and presses into his stomach. Neither of us acknowledge my nakedness.
Lucien licks his lips. “Lay on your stomach.”
My breath catches in my throat. We’re doing this. I flop onto my bed and gather a pillow to press my face into. My tail flicks nervously. It brushes against him somewhere and I smash my face deeper into the pillow.
He laughs again, softer this time, and grabs my tail, giving it a gentle tug. “This is going to be a fun challenge.”
I whine and my traitorous legs spread.
“Shh, let me know if you want me to stop.” He lets go of my tail and runs his hands over my thighs, squeezing gently. “You know I love your tail. It’s cute.”
I bury my face even deeper in the pillow, because cute is not what I want to be right now. I want to be sexy. Irresistible. But then his tongue traces a line down my spine, and I forget to care about anything else.
He takes his time. Too much time. His tongue is everywhere.
My back, my thighs, the sensitive skin behind my knees.
He nips at my calves with his sharp teeth, just enough to make me jump, and then soothes the sting with his tongue.
My tail goes wild behind me, and I can feel Lucien’s laughter vibrating against my skin.
“You’re going to wear yourself out,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the small of my back. His hands slide over my ass, squeezing gently before spreading me open. The heat of his breath brushes over me, and every muscle in my body tightens in anticipation.
“Relax, darlin’.”
“I can’t,” I gasp, because a second later his tongue circles my entrance and whatever else I was going to say disappears. “Lucien, please.”
“Please what?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an edge to it now. “Tell me what you want.”
I don’t know how to say it. I’ve never had to say it before. Then his tongue presses inside me, and I forget how to form words entirely. All I can do is whimper and push back against him, my fingers twisting into the sheets.
Lucien groans against me, and the vibration sends another rush of pleasure through my body. One of his hands stays firmly on my hip while he takes his time until I’m squirming beneath him. When his mouth finally leaves me, I make an embarrassingly disappointed noise.
He chuckles and kisses my hip. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m not done with you.”
A slick finger replaces his tongue, pressing inside me just enough to make my breath catch. Lucien moves it slowly, watching every twitch of my tail and listening to every ridiculous sound.
I push back against his hand, needing more. He gives me exactly what I ask for, but only for another minute before his finger slips away. I twist around to glare at him.
“What?” Lucien’s grin is pure trouble as he catches my hip and rolls me onto my back.
His cock juts from between his thighs and I immediately forget whatever complaint I was about to make.
He spreads gentle kisses across my body before lying over me.
His cock drags against mine, leaving a trail of wetness behind.
Then he’s rocking against me, our cocks sliding together, the slickness of our pre-cum making everything glide.
I moan, my hips bucking up to meet him, my tail thrashing against the sheets.
He sets a slow pace at first, his hips rolling in a way that makes my toes curl. But then he speeds up, his breath coming in harsh gasps, his claws digging into my hips. His cock throbs against mine, the ridges of him rubbing against the sensitive underside of my length.
“Fuck, Sparkle,” he groans, his voice rough. “You feel so good.”
I can’t answer. All I can do is whimper and writhe beneath him. I cling to him, my nails digging into his flesh. The pleasure builds, coiling tight in my gut, and I know I’m not going to last.
Lucien must sense it, because he reaches between us, wrapping a hand around both of our cocks and giving a few rough strokes. “Come for me,” he growls, his voice a command. “Come with me.”
And I do. I cry out, my release painting our stomachs, my tail thrashing so hard it knocks over the lamp on the nightstand. Lucien follows me over the edge, his cum mixing with mine.
He collapses against me and slides off so he’s not crushing me. Our chests heave, our skin slick with sweat and cum. My tail still twitches, but it’s slower now, like it’s just as exhausted as the rest of me. Lucien presses a kiss to my forehead, his lips so damn soft.
“That was…” I trail off, because I don’t know how to describe it. Amazing? Life-changing?
Lucien chuckles and nuzzles my shoulder, being mindful of his horns. “Yeah,” he says. “It was.”
I curl into him, my tail lying over his waist, my ears twitch contentedly. Lucien pulls me closer, his arms wrap around me like he never wants to let go.
The room is quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Lucien’s skin is so warm against mine, his heartbeat a steady thrum beneath my ear. My tail has finally stopped its frantic wiggling, though it still flicks lazily against his thigh now and then.
I should probably move. I should probably clean up. But I don’t want to. I want to stay right here, tangled up in Lucien, his scent surrounding me, his arms holding me tight.
Lucien’s arms tighten around me. I drift off to the sound of his heartbeat. He may be a ridiculous demon, but he’s sweet and gentle and all mine.
Some days sunlight is evil. I grumble and shove my face deeper into the pillow, but the pillow makes a strange noise beneath me.
“Did you just growl at me?” I crack one eye open and find Lucien sprawled beneath me, his hair sticking up in several directions.
One horn is dangerously close to the headboard, and my cheek is pressed against his chest. At some point during the night, apparently I decided he was a mattress.
My tail is wrapped around his thigh, and his is curled around my ankle beneath the blankets.
“Go back to sleep,” I mumble, closing my eye again.
“I wasn’t the one growling.”
“You were being too bright.”
“That’s the sun.”
“Tell it to stop,” I groan.
Lucien reaches blindly toward the window and snaps his fingers. The curtains yank shut, plunging the bedroom back into blessed darkness. I sigh happily and settle more comfortably against his chest.
“Useful.”
“I have centuries of magical training, and this is what you value me for?”
“And teleporting.”
“Wonderful.” Lucien laughs, making me bounce, which makes me laugh.
His hand slides into my hair, and he scratches between my ears. Immediately I start purring, which probably doesn’t help my argument that I appreciate him for more than convenient magic and excellent petting skills.
Neither of us speaks for a while. I don’t know what time it is, and I don’t particularly care. There’s nowhere I need to be. I stretch across Lucien before lifting my head. He’s watching me with a soft expression that makes my stomach flip.
“What?” I ask, propping my chin on his chest.
“Nothing.” He smiles and brushes my hair away from my face. “I like waking up with you.”
My ears warm, and I try not to let the simple admission turn me into a puddle on top of him. “I like waking up with you, too.”
Something occurs to me. I push myself upright again, making Lucien blink up at me.
“What?” Lucien tries to grab me to pull me back to him, but I have to get this out.
“You’ve been taking me on all the dates.” I sit back enough that the blanket pools around my waist while Lucien watches me suspiciously.
His expression clears. “Obviously. I’m wooing you.”
I chew on a nail and refuse to look at him. “Maybe I want to woo you.”
Lucien’s fingers stop moving. I’ve actually stunned him.
“You want to woo me?” His eyebrows lift as if I’ve just suggested something completely absurd.
“Yes.” I nod and it’s probably more enthusiastic than I should be.
“But I’m wooing you.”
“I know.” Laughing, I plant one hand on his chest and lean over him. “I know.”
He still looks confused, which only makes me smile wider. I run one finger down the center of his chest before leaning down to kiss him. Lucien’s hands settle automatically at my waist, and I let the kiss linger before pulling back just enough to meet his eyes.
“You’ve been trying really hard to make me happy,” I say, running my thumb over his cheek. “You don’t have to try so hard, though. I am happy. And I want to make you happy, too.”
That shuts him up. Something vulnerable flashes across his face before he covers it with his usual smile. His hands tighten slightly around my waist as he murmurs, “Darlin’, you already do.”
My purr starts again. I press my forehead against his and close my eyes for a second, letting myself enjoy the warmth of his hands against me. “Still taking you on a date.”
“When?” Lucien asks, his tail sliding lazily over my ankle beneath the blankets.
“Tomorrow.”
Lucien’s tail gives an amused little flick. “What should I wear?”
“Something comfortable.”
Recognition immediately flashes across his face. He squints up at me, and I know exactly what he’s thinking before he says my name in that suspicious tone. “Sparkle.”
“Lucien.”
“You’re using my own lines against me.”
“Yep.”
His grin grows until I can see the tips of his fangs. He pulls me closer and I’m sprawled over his chest again, clearly far too pleased with this development. “I think I like being wooed.”
“You haven’t even gone on the date yet.” I give his cheek a peck.
“Doesn’t matter.”
I laugh and settle against him. Lucien’s arms close around me, one hand finding its way back into my hair while my tail curls comfortably around his leg.
Tomorrow, Lucien gets his turn. And I have absolutely no fucking clue what I’m going to do with him.