Chapter 11
ELEVEN
Mia
It doesn’t bother me that I just found out that my best friend since high school is a witch. It makes sense; she taught me everything that I know about astrology, manifesting and even how to read tarot. Her spreads were always superior to mine. Even the deck she got me for my birthday last year puts me on blast whenever I use it.
No, I’m fine with that.
What bothers me is the last thing she said to me as she was climbing into her car.
By the way, if you get the chance, you should totally bang that demon.
Trust me, I want to. It’s ridiculous how much I want to. I want to touch him, to taste him, and to have him pressing me into the mattress. I’m sure I will dream about that kiss for the rest of my life. Not to mention his shadows, I can’t stop thinking about all the filthy things he could do with them.
I can read the room and I know, at least from our small make-out session in the kitchen, that he’s attracted to me, too. But, like an idiot, I told him to sleep on the couch. I can’t help it. I panicked.
Dammit, Mia, don’t get attached. This isn’t the new normal, just one very weird and very satisfying day. He will always return to the demon realm. Don’t fall in love.
Sure, he’s gorgeous and remarkably gentle with me, but he’s still a demon. Even if his darker side only comes out to play to protect me. Ugh.
I pad across the bathroom, reaching behind the curtain to turn on the shower, testing the water with my fingers.
“Stupid.” I hiss to myself, pulling my shirt over my head and letting it drop on the floor before stripping out of my shorts, kicking the small pile of clothes towards the wicker hamper.
I step into the shower and close my eyes to feel the warm water pelt against my skin, making my hair stick to my neck. It doesn’t take long for my thoughts to wander.
In my fantasy, Tobias opens the door to my bedroom after hearing me in the shower and strips down to join me.
It wouldn’t happen in a million years, but this is my feral daydream, so I can’t decide which I want to feel first, his shadows or his strong hands.
I keep my eyes closed and reach for the shampoo bottle, instead, my fingers graze the smooth tile wall. The water blurs my vision as I reach for the bottle again, this time knocking it over completely, the corner landing right on top of my foot.
When I go to pick it up, my elbow slams into the wall of the shower, taking out two other hair products. The sound of them hitting the tub is enough to wake the entire neighborhood, if not the whole town, and I’m stuck here partially blinded and in pain .
“Mia?” Tobias asks.
“Shit.” I hiss under my breath.
I can hear the concern in his voice, and he’s a lot closer than I expect. I imagine he rushed to the bedroom as soon as the first bottle hit.
“I’m okay,” I grit out, standing up straight after retrieving the shampoo bottle, “I just dropped something.”
“No, you’re hurt. I can feel your pain.” He’s closer now, just on the other side of the curtain, “I’m coming in.”
The thin fabric rustles, “No, Tobias, your clothes!”
There’s the unmistakable sound of a zipper and heavy jeans falling to the floor and I turn to see Tobias step into the shower, completely naked. I keep my eyes shoulder height, watching as his gaze skirts all over my body. It’s not the least bit sexual, just appraising until he stops at my left elbow.
“Here,” he takes a step forward and brushes his fingertips against my skin.
“It’s okay, I just?—”
The pain is gone.
“How?” I look up into his eyes, his brows knitted in concern as he takes the shampoo bottle from my hand.
Tobias smiles and nods, “Turn around.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to wash your hair, if you’ll let me.”
“O-okay,” I turn and hear the cap to the shampoo bottle. The next thing I know, he is gently combing it through my hair. A chill shooting down my spine as his fingertips glide over my scalp.
This is so intimate and there’s nothing sexual about it. He hasn’t even tried to touch me.
“Pain is tied to emotions,” he explains, gently tapping my side, directing me to turn back towards him again. “I just follow the thread and I’m able to dull the sensation as well.”
“That’s kind of incredible. You’re almost like a healer.”
Tobias chuckles, “There is a first time for everything.”
He slips a finger just under my chin, tipping my head back, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. With his attention focused on that one task, I better look at his face.
Tobias’ red eyes are darker and closer to a blood red in the shadows, but I have seen them glow like embers when he’s angry. There is a slight curve to his horns just behind his hairline that doesn’t hinder the way his dark hair falls down towards his brow.
Without thinking, I reach up and brush his hair, damp from the shower, back and out of his face. His eyes snap to mine and I can’t stop the gasp that escapes my lips at the sight of him.
“You are,” he exhales, “so beautiful.”
Oh, yep, I’m going to bang this demon.
Leaning onto my tiptoes, I tangle my fingers in his hair, gently coaxing until he gets the message and leans down. Letting out a soft moan as his mouth covering mine, hands grab at my sides and squeezing.
I don’t have time to stop and wonder if he’s noticing my stomach, the dimpled fat on my thighs, or the light dusting of stubble on my legs.
Tobias just breathes me in, his lips skirting across my jaw and then down my neck with a graze of his teeth while he explores. His arm snakes around my waist, tugging me closer while his other hand brushes over my breast, fingertips lightly grazing my nipple. It feels so good. I need more.
The warm water streams down my back as Tobias peppers kisses across my shoulder and down my collar bone, trailing down lower until his mouth closes over my breast. His tongue is hot against my skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh, and sending chills through my entire body.
“Oh,” I mutter, threading my fingers through his hair and pressing his face against my chest, the growl caught in his throat rumbling against my skin.
Tobias sinks to his knees, kissing my hip, then resting his forehead against my stomach, his horns gently nudging me, “Fuck. You smell so good. I bet you taste just as sweet.”
A growl catches low in his throat, he grips my hips before reaching back and grabbing my ass, leaning forward to run his tongue along my pussy and over my clit.
“Oh god.”
“There are no gods here, little doe, just your devil.”
Tobias grabs the back of my thigh, pulling my leg to rest on his shoulder.
I yelp, trying to regain my balance, my palm splaying against the shower wall.
Black shadowy tendrils slip from between the tile, coiling around my forearm while others twine around my middle and my thigh to stabilize me, rooting me in place.
They’re warm and slick, like his tongue.
He takes his time, each lick methodical, like he’s learning me, memorizing every taste.
I close my eyes, lost in the lazy rhythm he set, letting water cascade over my head and down my shoulders, warmth spreading across my abdomen and drawing higher.
I could get used to this.
Tobias runs his tongue along the length of my pussy, dipping between my folds, each time it brushes over my clit I shudder.
He hums against my flesh, the sensation threatens to make my knees buckle. I rock my hips, seeking more. He flicks his tongue, once, teasingly.
“Tobias,” I gasp, my eyes fluttering open, digging my nails into his shoulder.
When I look down, thick dark translucent tendrils have coiled around my stomach, two creeping up and circling my breasts. They squeeze, their tapered tips rubbing back and forth over my nipples, the sensation almost overwhelming.
“What is it? Did I hurt you?” He stops, pulling away to look at me, his entire face has changed, the whites of his eyes have gone black and his red irises are practically glowing in the low light.
Fuck, am I into this?
It’s not even a question. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. My sweet demon has gone feral with lust.
He sits back on his feet, panting, his thick cock resting heavily on his thigh. The tip is blushed a darker gray and I can almost see it pulsing in time with every movement of his shadows. Careful, little doe. They’re quite sensitive.
“No, I need more.”
“Tell me what you want, I will give you anything you desire.” He purrs, his tendrils tightening around my breasts.
At first the words die on my tongue, I’ve always felt so awkward asking for what I like in the bedroom. Usually it feels like my pleasure is an afterthought.
A new thicker tendril slithers up my leg, brushing over my sex, slipping between my folds, teasing and insistent.
“My clit,” I breathe.
His eyes darken, “You want me to suck on your clit?”
The thick tendril nudges against my pussy, almost stealing my breath away .
“Please,” I whimper.
Tobias’ mouth closes over my bundle of nerves, his tongue slow and teasing at first. The tentacle continues putting the slightest bit of pressure along my folds, my muscles tightening in anticipation.
It finally sinks into me, twisting and rolling against my walls. He chooses that moment to pull my clit between his lips and I see stars.
The shadows wind tighter, pulsing and twitching, making my orgasm roil through my body in what feels like endless waves. He doesn’t stop, his mouth fixed on my pussy as he growls and fucks me with his magic.
As I come down, his licks turn sharp, each one making me shake.
“Wait,” I whine, nudging at his shoulders, “It’s too much. I’m sensitive.”
He releases me immediately, his eyes glowing and hazy. I notice his own release dripping down his thigh. Slowly, the shadows retreat through the breaks in the tile.
We use the rest of the hot water to clean each other off. Nothing about this feels casual, from the soft reverent touches or the way he smiles down at me, pushing my wet hair away from my face.
Why does he have to return to the demon realm again?
After we get out, I dress in my regular pajamas while he puts on his boxer briefs. I turn down my covers and look to see him walking towards the living room. He’s going to sleep on the couch.
“You can sleep in here with me,” I say, my heart hammering in my chest, “if you want.”
This holds more weight than what we just did in the shower.
If he kissed me, I bet I could still taste myself on his lips. I’m used to the quick exit, not the lingering touch. I’m already thinking up excuses why it wouldn’t work, reminding myself why I shouldn’t get attached, waiting for him to refuse, but he just turns and smiles, the look of relief clear on his features.
“Please.”