Chapter 38
NO BONES ABOUT IT
THE FRONT DOOR BANGED OPEN, THE HANDLE LEAVING a dent in the drywall right over the repair from the last time it was thrown open. This time, it was for a much different reason.
Murmur kicked aside a bunch of shoes in his way and pushed his witch up against the wall, kissing her so hard, he could tell she was fighting to draw breath.
She didn’t seem to mind. When he reached back to slam the door behind them, she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him right back to her lips.
He let her grab him. He’d let her do anything she wanted to him. And the dark memories stayed dead, as all ghosts of the past should. They no longer had the power to rise from their graves and haunt him—not now that he’d allowed himself to feel.
And especially now that he was with her.
She grabbed his coat and shoved it off his shoulders.
He pulled it off and dropped it onto the floor, reaching back to grip the base of her neck and pull her closer.
They made it several steps into the hallway before she was trying to tug his shirt over his head.
He broke the kiss for a second to tear it off and throw it away, and then he yanked on her jacket until she did the same.
She wore a shirt with thin straps underneath. That was no fun.
Crushing his lips back to hers, he drew the straps over her shoulders and down her arms, trapping them against her sides. While furiously kissing him, she struggled to free herself from the fabric.
Now that was fun.
Still, he allowed her to free herself, and she moved backward, tugging her shirt off and tossing it away.
Her breasts were bared to him, small and perky with those little brown nipples.
Stooping to kiss her again, he cupped them and stroked all over her skin, feeling the curve of her waist and the arch of her spine.
That was definitely fun.
“Murm—” She couldn’t even finish his name before his tongue was back in her mouth, and she moaned as one of his hands closed around her ass and ground her against his hard shaft. “Shift,” she groaned.
That got his attention. He pulled back just enough to see her eyes. “What?”
“Shift,” she said again, panting. The rise and fall of her bare chest nearly made him forget what they were talking about.
“You don’t like me better in this form?”
“Hell no.”
“Because I’ll stay in human form for the rest of my life if it makes you happy.”
“Don’t you dare,” she told him, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his pants. “I fell in love with a demon, and I’d like him to look like one when we make love.”
“Make love.” I like this term.
He couldn’t keep his hands off her long enough to reply, so as he bent to kiss her again, he granted her request and shifted back to demon form.
And thank fuck, because while he had meant what he said, if she’d asked him to stay in human form forever, he’d have developed a serious complex.
He didn’t know how the other demons could stand to be shorter, weaponless, and far less impressive all the time.
But he would’ve done it for Suyin. He would do anything for Suyin.
Luckily, she required no such sacrifice. In fact, she moaned like he was already stroking between her legs as his skin morphed back to pale gray and he gained a foot of height. He didn’t form his horns, knowing he had difficulty fitting them in her tiny house.
Tail wrapping around one of her thighs, he stooped and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she squeezed him like she was clinging on for dear life.
Digging his fingers into her thighs, mindful of his claws, he strode down the hallway.
He’d never been more determined to reach a bed in his life, especially as Suyin began rocking her hips against him.
Their size difference meant that her core was pressed against his stomach, and he could feel the heat between her legs against his bare skin. It made him crazed.
So crazed, in fact, that he didn’t quite make it to his destination before he lost all sense. He turned, pressing her against the wall and kissing her like his life depended on it.
“Take these off,” he snarled against her lips, hooking a claw in the waistband of her pants, “before I rip them off.”
He let her slide to the ground, and she shoved her pants and underwear down her hips. The scent of her arousal doubled in intensity, and he groaned. He had to taste her, bed be damned.
He picked her up before she’d even finished taking her clothes off and lowered them both to the ground, laying her on her back. Her pants were still at her knees, and he realized she hadn’t yet taken off her big boots. It didn’t matter; he couldn’t wait.
He gripped the bunched fabric and used it to push her legs up. And then he dropped his head and trailed his black tongue through her core, the taste of her desire flooding his senses.
She cried out his name, her spine arching off the floor, and it was the most exquisite sight he’d ever beheld. He licked her again, thrusting his tongue into her opening before sliding it up to her clit and swirling around. Her cries were the sweetest music.
“God, Murmur!” His tongue plunged back inside of her, and there was something so deliciously forbidden about his monochromatic coloring against her warm-toned human flesh.
He licked her with increasing intensity until she came apart in his arms, her thighs trembling, her ecstatic sounds filling his head.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned as she came down from her peak. “Fuck, please, Murmur. I need it so bad.”
Well, far be it for me to deny such a request.
He sat back, releasing the grip on her legs and allowing them to fall forward again. He found the zipper on her tall boots and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder.
She watched him with a wicked smile, and he smiled right back at her. He couldn’t believe how perfect she looked, spread out naked on the floor, her hair a mess, her makeup smudged, her cheeks flushed from her climax.
He pulled her pants off and threw them away.
“That’s better,” he purred. “That’s how you should always look in my presence.”
She chuckled and set her perfect little feet on his shoulders, giving him a mouthwatering view of the glistening flesh between her thighs. Her taste was still all over his tongue.
“Come here,” she said, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure.
“Shall I take you to your bed?” He leaned over her, planting his palms on either side of her head. She reached down and concentrated on pulling his pants down.
She may have answered him, but he didn’t hear a thing the second she freed his erection and wrapped her hands around it.
Curses spilled from his lips, and he dropped his head, kissing her and then dragging his mouth down her neck.
His lips peeled off his teeth and he dug his fangs into her neck, but he wasn’t going to bite her without permission.
He wasn’t doing anything to her without her permission ever again.
But then she said, “Do it,” and he lifted his head in question, wanting to be certain of her intent.
“Iris told me you guys like to bite.” Her dark eyes were burning. “I want to feel it.”
“It hurts,” he warned.
“Then you’d better fuck me while you do it so I don’t notice.”
He groaned and bent his head again to kiss her. Reaching down, he scooped up one of her legs below the knee and spread her up and open to him. She was still stroking his shaft, and she aligned the head with her entrance, lifting her hips and angling them so all he had to do was push forward.
“Suyin,” he moaned against her lips.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I need it. I need you.”
But he stopped. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. He needed her to understand this first. “I will never hurt you again,” he swore. “I will never lie to you again. I will never make you feel betrayed again. From now on, you come first for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, and her eyes were soft. “I trust you.”
There it was—that tender look he’d once chased and fought to understand.
This time, it was only for him, and he would guard it like the most powerful, secret knowledge that existed.
And it was powerful. It empowered him to know he had conquered her heart and earned her forgiveness.
She had given the gift of herself to him and only him.
He would spend every moment of the rest of their lives proving she’d made the right choice.
He bent to taste her lips again as he sank into her body, her tight core squeezing his shaft. She clutched the skin of his back, her nails biting his flesh hard enough to leave marks. She cried out his name, her chin tipping back and exposing the soft column of her throat.
He dropped his head and fixed his teeth around her neck.
She moaned, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes,” and he took that as the green light to bite.
His fangs broke her skin. Her powerful Cambion blood filled his mouth with a rich flavor that made his head spin.
He thrust faster, sinking into her as deep as her body allowed him to go.
She gasped at the pain from his bite, her nails digging deeper into his back. All of a sudden, they were sharp. Sharp enough to pierce his skin and draw blood. Sharp like … claws?
He pulled his teeth from her neck, lifted his head, and then blinked in surprise. Her eyes were pure black, sharp fangs framed her mouth, and her skin was faintly tinted with a purplish hue. Purple. It was his favorite color.
“You were right,” she said with a fanged grin. “I can shift.”
He groaned at the sight of her. He’d never seen a more stunning thing.
Needing her even closer, he shoved his hand under her back and picked her up. She tightened her arms around his shoulders as he sat back on his knees, setting her atop his thighs so he could sink even deeper inside her.