Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Lothar
I followed Roxy and did my best not to scowl. That was as far as my acting skills went. I sure as hell didn’t know how to play the part of besotted fool.
She turned to me, a frown creasing her brow. “Well, knock.”
In other words, she didn’t lift a finger, that’s what her paramour was for—besides other things, obviously.
I pounded on the door and stood back, barely swallowing the growls building in my chest. I didn’t like going into situations blind.
Every instinct I possessed told me this place was dangerous.
Someone approached at a fast clip on the other side of the door, and my arm snapped out like I was fucking possessed, and hooked around Roxy’s waist, pulling her back against me.
I had no idea what was coming, but I would be prepared. My other hand slid to the hilt of my knife.
Roxy’s gaze sliced up to mine, her eyes sharp, but she laughed, the sound musical and completely fake. “You need to chill, lover. You’ll have me all to yourself again soon enough.”
This was her acting, and I didn’t like the part she was playing. It only took a split second to see that this Roxy was calculated, not warm, not loving and sweet. She was who she needed to be in this pit of vipers.
The door opened and she smiled. “Grimmel! It’s been forever,” she said to the dour-faced male holding the door open a foot and peering out.
“Miss, Roxana.” He wasn’t happy. “My master wasn’t expecting you.”
“No, and that’s my bad. Luci has me traveling all over the place.
A tour, if you will, visiting all our friends as a gesture of goodwill, to show them how much we appreciate them.
” She slid the small red box from her pocket and held it up.
“I have a gift for Drake, chosen especially for him by Lucifer.”
The lies rolled off her tongue with practiced ease.
Grimmel’s gaze slid from her to me, then back. “And your companion?”
“Oh! This is my paramour, Lothar.” She giggled. “I can’t bear to leave home without him, especially on such a long journey.” She slid her arm around mine. “Isn’t that right, Cookie Monster?”
Cookie Monster? What the fuck? “Yeah, that’s right…” I searched my mind for a name, and it popped up out of nowhere. “Kitten.”
Roxy’s head snapped back, the smile still plastered on her face, but she’d stiffened against me, and her eyes looked a little wild.
Grimmel didn’t seem to notice the change, but I did. I noticed every tiny thing about Roxy lately.
“I’ll check with the master, and see if he’s free.”
Roxy’s smile shifted, not nice, not sweet or friendly. “Of course, though I’m sure he can find time for me. Lucifer would be so disappointed if I wasn’t able to personally deliver his very thoughtful gift.”
The threat was veiled, but there was no missing it. If you want to keep Lucifer as an ally, then let us in or you won’t like the consequences.
And sure enough, three minutes after Grimmel left us waiting at the door, he was back, welcoming us into the house.
The tall male was spindly, like skin stretched over bone. I didn’t like the way he looked at Roxy, as if she were a snack he wanted to take a bite out of, and honestly, I didn’t fucking like the way he looked at me either.
“The master will see you at dinner. Until then, I’ll show you to your room.” He looked down his long nose. “And you can freshen up.”
We followed the walking corpse up stairs that were uneven in depth and height to the second floor, then down a hall that wasn’t even close to straight. The whole place was misshapen and uneven. Grimmel opened the door with a flourish. “Your room. I trust you’ll find your accommodations acceptable?”
Roxy patted his arm as we walked by. “This will do nicely.”
He bowed a little and stepped back. “Dinner will be in an hour. The master requires formal attire. If you don’t have anything appropriate, I’m sure you will find something suitable in one of the closets.
” His beady gaze slid over me, before darting back to Roxy.
“There are fresh towels in the bathroom.” Then he backed out completely, and shut us in.
I spun to Roxy. “What the fuck was that?”
She screwed up her face and strode to the window, shoving open the drapes. “Grimmel has been with Drake for so long I don’t remember one without the other.”
“I don’t trust him.” Roxy opened the window, no doubt for me. My gut tightened. I didn’t like that she knew how her scent affected me, my rogue beast hated that I’d said something and was pissed off that I’d caused her distress. I was starting to agree. I wished I could take it back.
“You shouldn’t,” she said, turning back to me. “You shouldn’t trust anything or anyone in this house.”
We held each other’s gaze. Was that another dig at me? Then she cleared her throat, breaking the weird vibe that had surrounded us and scanned the room.
“You think they’re watching us?”
“In here? I don’t think so. Pissing me off would mean pissing off Lucifer, and that’s not something Drake would risk. It’s the only reason we were granted admittance. But let’s stay cautious.”
I nodded and closed the space between us, dropping my hands to her waist, wanting her to know that her scent wasn’t bothering me, that she didn’t repel me, at least not right then, and that I did trust her. And yeah, I wanted to know if she’d let me touch her, or if she’d deny me and push me away.
She stilled, standing there like one of the statues outside, but she didn’t shove me back. Pushing my luck, I leaned in, and her eyes widened before I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Just in case they are listening, we should probably continue to play our roles.”
Rox released a shaky little breath that lifted the hair on my neck. “You’re probably right.”
“Yeah?”
Her hands lifted to my biceps and she squeezed. “What do you suggest?”
You on all fours, pussy wet, ass up. I wasn’t sure if the voice in my head was mine or my rogue beast, but we were both on board with that idea.
I didn’t think Roxy would go for that though.
Even I knew that was too much too fast. She’d denied me only a short time ago, but now she seemed to have had a change of heart, and not just for appearances.
Despite my excuse to get closer to her, no one was in this room but us, and she still hadn’t shoved me away.
I lifted my head, my gaze dipping to her lovely mouth, then back up.
“We got interrupted earlier, right before you were gonna give me another taste of that pussy. How about we pick up where we left off?” Pink hit her cheeks.
The fact that someone like Roxy could still blush did something to me. “I promise you’ll love it.”
Her fingers stilled on my arms, then flexed. “But why would you want that? If I’m remembering correctly, and I know I am…you said, and I quote, ‘This is way too much trouble just to get off.’ I wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble, Lothar,” she said and batted her long lashes.
My gut gripped tight. “I regretted those words the moment I said them, Rox. I’m sorry I said that shit, baby.” I ran my hands up and down her small waist, squeezing gently. “I want to make you feel good, female, so fucking badly. Please. Please let me make you feel good.”
“You’re truly sorry?”
“Yes. I can guarantee that right in this moment, I regret it more than fucking anything.”
Her lips curled up. “You really think this is a good idea?”
Something was holding her back, but I could see how much she wanted it.
It was all there in her pretty, expressive eyes.
I got the feeling she wanted me to talk her into it, but that wasn’t something I could do.
The decision had to be hers. I could only tell her the truth.
“All I know is, I fucking want more of you, Rox. I don’t know why now, I just know it’s all the beast…
all I can think about.” I tucked her hair behind her ear.
“You wanna take this slow, we can do that, but, baby, I really need to make you come. I need to hear you crying out in pleasure, and I can do that without using my dick, if you’re not on board with us fucking yet. ”
Her eyes drifted shut, and I searched her face, the subtle shift, the slight parting of her lips, the trembling of her lashes, the quickening of her breath.
I waited, my own breath trapped in my lungs.
Finally, her eyes opened, and I was fucking dazzled by their beauty. They seemed brighter somehow, like liquid sapphires.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Let’s see how this goes.”
“Yeah?” Truthfully, I expected her to say no fucking way.
She nodded.
I bared my teeth, cock hard in an instant as pleasure throbbed through me. “Get on the bed.”
More pink hit her cheeks. “Let me shower first.”
I shook my head. “I like you like this.” I breathed deep. “All I can smell right now is how wet you are, and you’re making my fucking mouth water.” I tugged the button of her jeans open. “Take these off, Rox. Now.”
She stepped back, nibbling on that lush lower lip again, and slid off her jacket.
She was wearing an oversized T-shirt under it, some band I’d never heard of emblazoned on the front.
She left the T-shirt on, and instead kicked off her boots, stripping down so all she had on was that shirt. How was that so unbearably sexy?
“You want me on the bed?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She backed up, and I took a step toward her.
One of her hands lifted, and she shook her head, telling me to stay where I was.
I did, but fuck it was hard with all that smooth bare skin on display for me.
My fucking mouth was watering as my gaze slid up her strong, muscled legs to the bottom of that shirt that was covering everything I wanted to get my hands on, my mouth on, so fucking badly.
Roxy got up into the middle of the bed, her gaze not leaving me as she slid her hands back so she was leaning on them. Her legs were out in front of her, her delicate feet crossed at the ankle. “Like this?” she asked, her head tilting to the side, the move was coy and sexy as hell.
“No.” I took another step forward, but again she shook her head.
“Stay where you are, Cookie Monster.”
My nostrils flared, every muscle tight as fuck. “Female, do not fuck with me—”
Her knees still pressed together, she slid her feet up, so they were resting on the edge of the mattress. “Better?”
“No…” The beast interrupted me, emitting a hungry, desperate sound that had nothing to do with me. It was the first time that rogue motherfucker had taken control of my vocal cords. I gritted my teeth, forcing the beast back when he tried to take control again. What the actual fuck?
She opened her knees, just an inch. “Now?”
I growled, the beast and me in unison this time.
Then fuck, Roxy let her knees fall open, which forced her shirt up to her hips and bared her pretty pussy to me, spreading it wide. It was smooth and blush colored and glistening from her juices.
“What about now?” she asked huskily.
“Roxy,” I growled.
She licked her lower lip, then dragged her teeth over it. “Well? What are you waiting for? Come get your cookie,” she said.
With a snarl, my boots ate up the floor between us and I sank to my knees beside the bed.
Then hooking my hands under her thighs, I dragged her ass to the edge.
The beast rumbled as I slid my mouth along her inner thigh, breathing her in, then finally, fucking finally, I licked her.
Some of us older hounds could partially shift, and we were more adept at making smooth changes.
It could make it far more pleasurable for females when we went down on them.
The beast surged forward, merging with me again, the way it should be, the way it always had been, and my tongue shifted, widening and lengthening.
Like this, I had more control over the various muscles, and my chest vibrated as I lashed hungrily through her slick pussy and up to her clit.
I worked her with the tip, while the rest undulated against her, keeping her pussy spread wide and massaging her tight little opening.
Roxy groaned, her fingers thrusting into my hair as she lifted her hips and ground up against my mouth.
She was gasping and panting, but she didn’t have to beg me for more.
I knew exactly what she needed. Covering her pussy with my mouth, I slid just the tip of my tongue down to her tight opening, slipping it in and out, teasing her, over and over again.
“Lothar, please,” she all but sobbed and lifted those churning hips, opening her thighs wider. “Please, I need—”
I pushed the tip in, and kept going. In one smooth movement, filling her with the full width and length of my beast’s tongue, then rolled it in a wave of hot flesh, moving inside her.
Roxy cried out, shuddering, writhing against the mattress, not holding back this time. No, she fucking lost it, arching and jerking and calling out my name as her inner muscles clamped down, pulsing deeply before she came all over my rolling, thrusting tongue.
When she slumped against the bed, gasping for breath, I carefully slid my tongue out and stood. She blinked up at me drowsily as I retracted it, shifting the muscle back to its human form.
Her eyes were all innocence as they lifted from my mouth and caught mine. “See? Total Cookie Monster,” she said, and her lips twitched.
Fuck me, she was cute, and so sexy I’d been close to coming in my jeans getting a taste of her. I reached back, grabbed my shirt, tugged it off, and tossed it aside. Her gaze slid down my bare chest, following my hands as I undid my pants and fucking finally freed my achingly hard cock.
I grinned, flashing my fangs. “Your turn, kitten,” I said, teasing her, using the stupid pet name I’d come up with when we’d gotten here, since she was using the one she’d given me.
“Is that right?” She swallowed thickly, then licked her lips.
“Oh yeah, the only question is, where should I put it?” With how hard she’d gotten me, I’d take her fucking hand at this point.
I leaned over her, planting a fist in the mattress.
“Just warning you though, you stay lying there like that, legs spread wide for me, I’ll start to think you don’t want to take it slow anymore. ”