Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
Leda
The book lay forgotten in my lap as I stared out the window of the library, watching the sun filter through the trees surrounding the manor. In my mind, I was watching Bokkan fight Talus, the memory causing me to squirm in my seat.
Though daemons moved slower than most of the human fighters I knew, they were still strong and graceful in their own way.
I understood why they were so slow. The smallest of Bokkan’s soldiers was still nearly six and a half feet tall and had to weigh close to three hundred pounds.
That much mass was difficult to move quickly.
Their fighting style was different than the ones I’d practiced over the years. There was more grappling and less striking, but they didn’t appear to utilize joint locks the way humans did. In fact, they seemed to rely on pure brute strength.
That was both a blessing and a curse if I had to fight one of them again.
I had plenty of experience with sparring men much larger than me and, after watching the sessions today, I had a much better idea of what a daemon’s weaknesses would be.
As long as I stayed out of their grip and moved fast enough, I would have a slim advantage in a confrontation.
But that wasn’t why I was squirming on the couch I’d stretched out on. No, my body was flushed with heat and a not-so-small dose of lust.
Watching Bokkan fight had flipped a switch inside of me. The sight of his huge body moving so efficiently made me remember how he felt against me when I woke up this morning. How thick and hard his muscled thigh was between mine, and the rigid length of his dick prodding me in the hip.
I wondered what would have happened between us if I hadn’t frozen like a trembling virgin this morning. Would he have turned that same power and aggression onto me in his gigantic bed? Would he have growled and snarled as he did when he fought before he sank his fangs into my skin?
I never shied away from a little rough handling during sex, but what I imagined with Bokkan went beyond that.
I pictured him pinning me down to the mattress and using my body however he pleased.
I also imagined him bringing me to orgasm before forcing me to have another and another until I was begging him to stop because I could take no more.
All the daemons I’d met seemed to have an animalistic edge, but Bokkan was the only one who’d incited my own primal desires. No human man had inspired the same wild fantasies in me either.
I had no idea what to do with the desire swelling within me. I was no prude, but I also didn’t know if daemons had casual sex. The last thing I needed was to jump on Bokkan’s monster cock and find out that we were married or something.
Not that he seemed like he’d be a horrible husband or anything. He was more considerate of me than any of the men I dated in the past. He anticipated my needs and did everything he could to make sure I was comfortable.
But I didn’t want to risk being stuck here. I wanted to go home. I had a life. Friends. Clients. It would be crazy to abandon that because I had the hots for a sexy daemon who looked like he could fuck me through a mattress.
Because I was staring out the window, I saw a flicker of movement in the reflection of the room in the glass. I straightened and turned quickly, the book in my lap falling to the floor.
Bokkan paused mid-stride, his guarded gaze on me. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you might be asleep.”
I shook my head and leaned over to pick up the book, placing it on the small table beside me. “No, I was just thinking.”
“Guldan and Masu explained to me that there are stores in the city that provide humans with their more traditional garments, such as shoes and underwear.” His eyes dropped to my feet. “And socks, I’m sure. Would you like to go?”
I stood and crossed my arms beneath my breasts. It sounded amazing, but I didn’t want to be further indebted to this daemon. “I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
His head cocked, bringing my attention up to his horns.
It was strange. I’d been around him for a couple of days now, and I’d already grown accustomed to his alien appearance.
I barely noticed them anymore. His tail briefly lashed in the air behind him before curling around the leather of his belt behind him.
“You don’t want shoes and underwear?” he asked.
I sighed. “I do, but I have no money. Once I’ve had a chance to earn some, I will, but my feet will toughen up the more I walk around barefoot. I should be fine in a week or so.”
Bokkan mimicked my stance, crossing his arms over his chest. His biceps and triceps bulged. He wore a sleeveless tunic now, but he’d been shirtless in the fighting ring earlier.
I fought the urge to stare at his corded muscles when he finally spoke. “As your host, it is my responsibility to provide for you if you have need of things.”
I shook my head. “When it comes to a roof over my head and food to eat, I could agree, but I would rather spend the money on hiring a witch to get me back home.”
“You’re getting shoes, socks, and underwear. You can either agree to go with me and select items you prefer, or I can go alone and come back with all I think you need.”
“Bokkan, it’s not necessary—”
“I say it is.”
I scowled at him. “Since you’re talking about buying things for me, I think my say is more important.”
“You are too humble. You refuse to ask for what you need. I’m not familiar with the ways of humans, but we daemons ask for what we want and need without shame.”
“I’m not a daemon, and humans consider it rude to request things as basic as clothing from their hosts. A decent bed and meals are the only things hosts are expected to provide to their guests.”
“You are no longer in the human realm,” Bokkan argued, his arms dropping to his sides as he came toward me.
“And?”
I stood my ground as he drew closer, tilting my head back to keep my eyes on his face.
“And we do things differently here. It’s also rude to argue with your host.”
“I’m not letting you spend money on me unless it’s to send me home,” I argued, ignoring his statement.
He stared down at me in silence for a long moment, a muscle in his jaw flexing. I met his stare, refusing to back down.
“Very well,” he relented. “I will go to the shop alone. Masu will be with you in a moment to take your measurements.”
“I won’t wear anything you buy,” I shot back.
“You will.” His answer was firm.
“What are you going to do? Force me into them?”
He shook his head. “No, but I can make it so your access to other items of clothing is restricted.”
I gaped at him. “You’re saying I will either wear what you buy or be forced to walk around naked?”
He shrugged.
I scowled at him, my eyes narrowing until they were little more than slits. “I can’t believe you’re threatening me.”
“It’s not a threat. I’m offering you alternatives to the clothing you’re wearing now.”
With that statement, he turned his back on me and started walking toward the door. “Please don’t give Masu a difficult time when she comes to take your measurements. She is just trying to do her job.”
He was almost to the door when I relented. I would rather have a say in the clothing I wore than stand by my principles and end up in something he picked out that made me uncomfortable.
“Fine, fine,” I cried out, chasing after him. “I’ll go with you.”
He paused and turned back to me. “You do not have to.”
“If you’re going to shop for me no matter what I say, I want some input in the clothing you purchase. Otherwise, I’ll end up in dresses or some other bullshit I hate.”
“You dislike dresses?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered, my scowl deepening. “I always feel like my legs get tangled up in long skirts and dresses. I have more freedom when I wear pants.”
“Very well. We should leave immediately.”
Biting back a litany of curse words, I followed him out of the library.
Two hours later, I was riding back to the manor with Bokkan in the saddle behind me.
Two saddlebags filled with underwear, socks, and two pairs of shoes for me were on the back of the horse, as well as two sets of nightclothes, a long, warm robe and slippers.
This wasn’t counting the clothing I was currently wearing—a brand-new outfit from underwear to pants, shirts, socks, and boots.
I’d tried to discourage Bokkan from buying all of it, but he’d ignored everything I said, other than whether I liked something or not.
Currently, I was trying not to shift in the saddle because Bokkan’s crotch was pressed right up against my ass, but my inner thighs ached something fierce and the urge to move filled me.
The horse we rode was huge. Its back was taller than I was, and it was so wide around that my legs only hung halfway down its sides. The stretch of my legs, combined with my efforts to hold onto the horse with my knees, was downright painful.
Fuck it. I had to do something, or I wouldn’t be able to walk when we reached the manor. I put both hands on the saddle horn and shifted my hips, trying to relieve the pain running down my adductors.
Without a word, Bokkan planted a hand on my belly and brought my body tightly against his.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I answered. “Just not used to riding a horse. My legs hurt a little.”
“You can swing your legs around to one side and hold on to me,” he offered. “Take some of the strain off your muscles.”
His arm tightened around me as he spoke, as though he planned to pick me up and help me do just that.
“I’m good,” I answered. “Besides, we’re nearly there, aren’t we?”
He grunted in response, which made me smirk.
The longer we’d been in the clothing shop, the more stoic and silent he became, but his eyes never left me.
He watched me, almost without blinking, as I tried on shoes, picked out socks, and disappeared into the changing room to try on the bra and panties that the shopkeeper had found for me.