17. Anything
CHAPTER 17
ANYTHING
BILLIE
O nce I set my mind to something, there’s no reason to wait to go through with it. That’s why, later that night after Glaine brings home a dinner that one of the mated demonesses in the village made for us, I wait until we’re winding down, ready for bed, before I look Glaine in his glowing green eyes and ask, ““Would you like to take a bath with me?”
Since giving me his essence, I’ve learned that Glaine is a pro at locking down his emotions. It’s as though he’s steeling himself against the time I have to leave him. Now that I know about his history with Lilith, I understand him a lot better. I didn’t need to peek at his past, either. Glaine still had his privacy, and after hearing the story from Lilith herself, it explains a lot .
All Glaine’s ever wanted is his mate. He thought he found her once, only to watch her choose the most powerful male in his village. It didn’t matter that he was a respectable soldier who had a close relationship with Duke Haures. In Nuit, Apollyon was in charge—and Lilith was his fated mate. Glaine couldn’t stand in their way of their bonding—and the male I’ve come to know wouldn’t if he could—but she left scars on his heart.
He’s sure I’m his mate. For real this time. I doubt he’d understand the concept of rebound dating, and even if he did, it’s been centuries since Apollyon and Lilith bonded. Considering the damage Trevor did to me, my undeniable attraction to Glaine is probably my rebound… but the more I think about doing this, the more I’m sure it doesn’t matter.
I’m not trying to tie myself to Glaine forever. I mean, I’ve known him for a week. Declaring my love for a guy I barely met is Tandy behavior, not Billie. It took me seven months before I told Trevor that I did, and a month longer before I introduced him to Sierra. I need to take my time, and no ‘fated’ bond or mate sickness pushing me toward Glaine is going to change that.
But sex? Sex is different. It can be emotionally-charged, but it doesn’t have to be. It can be purely physical, too. I’ve had my share of one-night-stands, just to scratch an itch. I encouraged Sierra to do the same before she was too famous for it to be feasible. I’ve never been shy, either. I’ll proposition a guy if I’m down to fuck, and if he is, too… well, let’s go.
But Glaine isn’t just a random human guy, is he? Does he realize that, when I say bath, I’m not asking because I’ve changed my mind and want him to scrub my back?
Glaine closed himself off as soon as I invited him to join me. Me? I did my best to keep my thoughts and intentions open so that, if he dipped into my essence, he’d know that I was hoping the bath—with both of us naked and in close proximity—would lead to something more. I wanted it to. I couldn’t offer him anything more than pleasure, but if he could accept that…
Our eyes meet. I see that same hunger that was there the night we met and he stole me away. I see straight-up lust. I see need … and, through the whisper of a bond stretching between us, I sense an excitement tempered with a touch of resignation.
Glaine knows. He knows that, if we have sex, it doesn’t change anything; at least, not when it comes to my desire to get back to Sierra, or my insistence that I can’t be his bonded mate. For now, though, we’re stuck together in Nuit, chains or no chains. We’re obviously attracted to one another in spite of our huge differences, and even if I can’t give him forever, I can give him tonight.
And he wants that connection with me enough to accept that.
He simply bows his head, then turns to set the tub up. Just like the one the doppelseers’ have, it fills up on its own, and empties the same. By the time I’ve stripped off my dress and pulled my curls up into a knot on the top of my crown, the slightly steam water is at the right height for the both of us.
He starts to pour in the soap, but I stop him. I don’t trust the local healer enough to risk a UTI, and since I don’t know how far we’ll go in the tub, we don’t need the soap. After all, I’m not trying to get clean. I’m just trying to let my demon get used to my naked body.
Glaine is not shy one bit. As he climbs in first, sporting one hell of an erection, he puffs out his chest when he notices me staring at it. He’s preening again, showing off his cock to me, and I let him.
More than that, I know that I made the right choice.
I join him in the tub, sitting on the opposite side. His legs stretch out past me, cocooning my much smaller form. I smile and tilt my head back, resting it on the edge of the tub as I close my eyes in bliss. Somehow, the water temp is always perfect. Refreshing when the heat of Sombra gets to me, but cooling me down when I’m hot and horny.
Glaine growls softly under his breath.
I smile.
Whoops. Does that have my tits up and out of the water? Maybe. When I peek over at him, is Glaine staring at them like a starving man?
You know it.
My smile widens as I move my foot. The best part about our height difference? When we’re sitting in the tub, Glaine’s legs on the outside of mine, my foot is nestled right in the crook of his groin. With the slightest flex of my ankle, I’m stroking the length of his dick.
He sucks in a breath at the first touch.
I look at him. “Is that okay?”
“My heart is yours, my Billie,” he grates out, speaking through closed fangs as if it’s all he can manage. “My body is, too. Learn your male. Touch him. You can do anything you want to me.”
I’d hope that would be his answer.
My smile turns wicked. “What if I want to use you instead of my false cock?”
He gulps. “Are you saying you will mate me?”
“Not bond,” I say, hating that I have to clarify that, but knowing that I’ll regret it—and so will he—if I don’t, if he gets the wrong idea, and our first time together ends in his disappointment. “But if you’re down… I’d like to mate.”
Saying I’d like to fuck just seems wrong. It implies I only want him for sex, not because I care about him, and though I teased him about acting like my vibe… if only for tonight, I can be his mate.
His claws scratch against the tub.
I raise my eyebrows at him. “Is that a no?”
“If you are in need of your male because the mate sickness is being too powerful, I would rather use my mouth and give you pleasure.”
Is that the problem? “Glaine. It’s not because of the mate sickness. I feel fine.” I move my foot again, using my toes to trace the thick vein in his shaft. “I just thought… maybe you want to do this. But if not?—”
I try not to feel rejected. After all, I’ve been putting him through that since we met. Can I really be peeved that he’s willing to go down on me instead? That was amazing, yeah, but because it was, I figured sex would be, too. I won’t rush him, though. If he’s not ready, he’s not ready. Just because I thought I was?—
I dropped my gaze to the water. That was my mistake. I looked away and Glaine… he surged from the water, gripped me by the waist with his shadow claws, and moved me. I squeal, expecting he’s making good on his offer to eat me out, but instead of lifting me up to his shoulders, he plops me right on top of his cock.
It’s trapped between us. The way I’m straddling him has my open pussy pressed against his heated flesh, but it’ll take a lot more wiggling and maneuvering to that thing inside of me.
I dig my nails in his chest, clinging to him.
He grins down at me.
“My mate requires her male, not because she is sick for him, but because she’s chosen him on her own. Even if this is as close to mating as we get this eve, I have never been so satisfied.”
“Hold on, demon,” I laugh, the relief making me feel as light as Glaine thinks I am. “Don’t go nutting already. I haven’t even shown you the good part yet.”
“As I told you, my body is yours. Take your pleasure. That’s all I need to find mine.”
We’ll see about that.
Reaching between us, I grab his dick in my hand. He jolts, and I hear another scratch of his claws against the tub. I grin. So that wasn’t a bad sign before. It was just a clue that Glaine is already close to losing his control.
Good. That means it won’t take much for me to make that happen.
I rise up on my knees. Angling his dick, I wait until I feel the warmth against my entrance. The sensation is so unlike anything I’ve ever known that I pause for a moment just to let it sink in.
Then, before he could try to tell me that I don’t have to do this is I don’t want—this close and this open, I couldn’t resist tapping into his essence if I tried—I do the same.
I sink down .
It take a couple of minutes. I coo soft assuring sounds so that Glaine knows that this is normal, that I’m taking my time fitting him inside of me, and once I’m halfway down, he relaxes his big body.
Oh, baby. He relaxed too early. Even though I haven’t fully seated myself on him, I lift a little, squeeze, and drop further down.
Scratch .
I laugh. “Doing okay?”
His voice is impossibly deep as he says, “Never better, my mortal.”
I let that one pass because he’s staring at me with such awe on his face, no way is he trying to be dismissive. Instead, I tease, “I like the tub. After tonight, it’s gonna be my top favorite. I’d hate to see you claw it to shreds.”
“I’m sorry, Billie?—”
I’m not. “Here.” I take his hand in mine and place it on my tit. “Try holding on to this. See if you can control your claws.”
“For you, anything .”
He said that so kindly, I offer him the second one. Then, once he’s grabbing onto me, I start to move.
And, I don’t know if the Sombra demon gods are anything like the one I grew up learning about in Sunday School, but I swear, Glaine sees heaven .
He really meant it when he said that I could use my body any way that I wanted to. The most he does—at my urging—is hold my breasts in his palms as I get used to him.
I’ll admit: he’s bigger than I thought, but still not as bad as Biff. I know he doesn’t want to think about Trevor, but the fact is that I was having regular sex up until I met Glaine. It’s not like it’s been years and I need to be stretched out. I actually prefer this position because it let me get used to him.
Once I am, I turn all of my attention toward making him feel good.
Just as I’m about to explode on top of him, Glaine grips my ass cheeks. Pulling me to him, he rises up from the tub without even needing his hands to do it. Good thing, too. They’re too busy kneading my flesh, holding me close, keeping me pinned on his length.
Water rushes onto the bedroom floor as he climbs out, taking both of us with him. Knowing how much he loves it when I play with his horns, I grab the first set on each side I can find and hold on tight.
We’re both soaked. Glaine could easily use his shadow magic to dry himself off, and I have a spare piece of woven fabric that I’ve claimed as my towel. But instead of that, he lays me out on our bed, my back sticking to the covering as he bows his slick body over mine.
It hits me in a flash what happened. I was riding him in the tub, but he couldn’t really do anything except take it. He is a dominant demon soldier. Of course he’d have the instinct to thrust into his female. Virgin or not, I’m thinking some things are just natural, and a male shoving his cock in and out of a pussy to chase his nut is probably one of them.
I don’t mind one bit. I arch my back, moving my hands to his shoulders—or, really, whatever part of him I can reach—and enjoy the sensation of him quickening his thrusts.
It’s funny, though. He looks so… so determined. His face is screwed-up, he’s holding one of my legs around his waist so I can’t get too far from him, while the other is pinned down, opening me as wide as possible for him.
Without me clutching his horns, he can bend his head to nuzzle my bouncing tits with one of them. He’s careful not to gore me with them, but the way he’s methodically playing my body right now? I don’t think I would’ve cared.
I moan, and Glaine whispers my name like it’s a prayer. As if all he needed was another sign that I’m into him, he starts pistoning his hips a little faster.
I gasp. “Glaine, god . What are you doing?”
“I am… what’s the word? Ah, yes… I am fucking you, Billie.”
I squirm. Glaine is always so solemn and commanding with his speech with a rare hint of humor. Even when we were intimate together the first time, he was more in awe than anything. Since meeting him, I’ve enjoyed the small glimpses of his playful side, but to hear him say ‘fucking’ like that when I rarely do?
Damn it, I squirm .
Because fucking me… that is exactly what Glaine is doing right now. His big body is covering mine, thick fingers wrapped around my ankle as he pins it against his pistoning hip. My other leg dangles off the edge of the bed he laid me out on. Too much in a rush to get back inside of me, Glaine tipped me onto the side instead of in the center. Or maybe this way he could open me up as wide as possible, fitting his hulking demon body in the cradle of my legs so that I can’t do anything but take him.
I was so close in the tub. As Glaine starts to shake, my virgin lasting longer than I expected for his first time, I drop my hand to my clit. I want to go over the edge with him, and right now? This is what I need.
Glaine is a quick study. Noticing what I’m doing, he lets go of my ankle. Then, turning both his claws and most of his fingers to shadow, he replaces mine on my clit.
Holy shit. Holyshit. Holyshit .
It’s like double the pleasure. His finger does the work while the edge of his shadows amplifies every sensation in my body. He’s barely started before I’m keening, squirming closer so that I don’t miss a single touch even after I’m spasming around his dick.
That’s all it takes for Glaine. Roaring as he comes, he drops his head down to mine.
Well. What’s that saying. In for a penny, in for a pound.
I clutch Glaine’s jaw and I do something I’ve never done with a guy during sex unless it’s when I’m in a relationship: I kiss him.
It doesn’t matter that I surprise him. I figured he had no idea what I was doing, but since it was pleasurable, he went along with it. Until he checks my essence, he won’t have any idea just what a big deal that was for me.
But I do. And with my fingers now tangled in Glaine’s long, damp hair, our bodies so intertwined that I can’t tell what part is mine and what part is his, I kiss him the same time as I admit that Fate’s more than got her hooks in me.
It’s got a pair of claws and a demon dick in me, too.