Chapter 11 （No） Self-Preservation #2
A spark flashed in the depths of Ozirax’s gaze, as if that single word also crossed his mind. “Is that really the question you want to ask me?”
Why haven’t you submitted the application? “Is that really something you can answer right now?”
His brows softened, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders with her counter, but it didn’t stifle the fire still burning in his eyes. The heat of him so close to her. “No.”
He didn’t back away.
“Our bargain is complete,” she muttered, licking her lips.
Ozirax tracked the movement. “We could make a new one.”
“Avoiding our problems is probably unhealthy.”
“It definitely is.”
“Just sex.”
“And training,” he added distractedly.
Kaly rolled her eyes. “What happened to—”
“I’ll still get you to say attachments aren’t a weakness,” he said, voice low. “But that’s for me to worry about. For now, fighting and fucking.”
“That’s all I’ve ever been good at anyway,” she muttered, then grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked herself to his lips.
Ozirax wasted no time, hands framing her face and tongue diving between her teeth as his body pressed against hers. But he didn’t cage her against the wall, and despite his flicking tail, it only grazed her leg in teasing touches. He was both feral and reserved, and that was…
Fuck, why did he have to be so observant?
Kaly used her grip to push him back, kiss never breaking as he removed his hands to work at his pants.
But she was stripping too, pulling away as she tugged her shirt and chest band off, then his tunic, before returning to guide him back.
He kicked himself free from his pants just before the backs of his legs hit the bed.
But even thrown off balance, everything about the demon falling to the mattress was precise.
She paused before following, taking the moment to admire what she’d not appreciated in the shower.
Ink covered his body, from his neck, across his chest, and down to the dips of his abdomen.
But it didn’t stop, black runes tracing down his thighs until they reached two back-to-back crescent moons above either of his knees.
“I knew you favored Frank; I just didn’t realize you worshipped them, too.”
Ozirax propped himself up on his elbows with a smirk, unashamed of his nakedness. “Seems I’ll worship a lot of things. I got on my knees for you, didn’t I?”
“After you failed to get me off.”
“Demon females are different. Plus, it’d been a while.”
“I broke your vow of celibacy?”
“A while since my partner had been female.”
Kalypso let her eyes wander along his muscles, narrowing on the hard cock that she’d also not seen much of, despite feeling every massive inch of it.
Including the head piercing and thick veins that she now had confirmation of.
As much as she recognized what it was, it was also…
not human. Ridges lined the underside of him, his already thick and long length putting humans to shame, and she understood exactly why he thought that would be enough to get a partner off.
“I won’t do that.”
“Females?”
She blinked and met his gaze. “What? No, I’ll definitely do that. I meant getting on my knees.”
Ozirax frowned. “I never asked you to.”
“Most do.”
“I’m not most.” At her raised brow, he sat up straighter. “This might surprise you, Spicy, but I like a partner who isn’t afraid to bite back. Even I’m not a fool to have your blunt teeth so close to my cock. I enjoy performing the act, not receiving.”
Well, that was… different.
“Now,” he said, fisting his leaking length. “Strip and turn so I can see the ass I didn’t get to last time.”
Any other time—any other partner—that order would have irked her.
She was the one who preferred to give direction, but now it was with confidence that she turned and gave the demon her back.
Slowly, she peeled her pants over her hips and down her thighs, bending and showing him the view he wanted so badly.
Strong hands gripped her ass, spreading her before a hot tongue swiped through her center. Somehow she managed to stay upright as he nuzzled even farther into her heat.
“Fuck, you taste so good. Hurry up.”
Kalypso blindly swatted behind her, connecting with half of his temple and horn. “You’re the one making this harder.”
“Actually, it’s the opposite, but fine.” The words rumbled against her, but after another swipe of his tongue, he relented and pulled back. Well, his face did, because his hands dragged over her ass and rhythmically stroked her hips and thighs.
Muscle, she knew. That’s what he was tracing, because regular training and consistent meals had already made her healthier and stronger.
But he was appreciating that strength, evident in the flexing of his hands against her in a way no one had done before.
She kicked her pants away, barely making it to stand when his hand snapped out to grab her long braid. His wrist twisted once, getting purchase, and then he yanked her down.
Kalypso landed with legs spread on either side of his knees, which he promptly spread to hike her closer to his chest.
“This fucking hair is a hazard,” he grumbled against her shoulder, cock stiff against her lower back. Using the grip on her braid, he tugged her head back to latch his mouth to her neck and shoulder.
“I’m not cutting it,” she said breathlessly, dipping a hand between her legs.
He growled into the soft spot under her ear. “I’ll castrate anyone who dares touch it. Monster or demon.”
Rubbing herself, she closed her eyes to the promise of violence followed by the torture of Ozirax’s hand kneading her breast. She knew by their heights he could see the slickness on her fingers and palm as she worked herself, but he continued to simply watch, to graze his fangs along her oversensitive skin, to grind himself into her back.
There was freedom in this position, she realized. He wasn’t caging her in or controlling anything but the slight pull of her hair. It gave her space to breathe, to escape if she needed, but…
She didn’t want to.
With the next shift of her hips, she rose just enough for his cock to slip between her legs.
Ozirax hissed, and then her hand was holding that impressive length—not that she’d tell him she was impressed—as she glided over him.
Pressing him harder against herself, her thumb teased the piercing through his cock head.
“Fuck.” His grip tightened as she laughed, tugging her head back further. “Fool me once, Spicy. I’m not coming that easily this time.”
“You sure? You’re leaking a lot just from this. Might have to go find my release with someone else.” She grinned as his growl rumbled against her back. “Maybe Rand didn’t go far—”
Kalypso groaned as her head was jerked back against Ozirax’s shoulder, but the moment his fingers tightened around her nipple, she couldn’t help the low moan and shudder that ran through her.
“Keep his name out of your mouth when I’m fucking you.”
Her laugh was strained with his continued hold on her. “You call this fucking?”
She certainly got what she’d been asking for with that taunt. His hand and tail met her hips, lifting her up before slamming her back down on his cock. Every part of her body screamed out at the intrusion, the burn just on the right side of pain and pleasure, but then…
He fucking stopped there.
“You fucker, not again,” Kaly snarled.
Ozirax readjusted his grip on her braid, winding it tighter on his wrist at a casual pace. “You want it, take it.”
Despite the annoyance, there was a thrill in the power he was giving her. A back and forth, but also a respect. An understanding that they had agreed was better to ignore in favor of what they were both good at.
So she lifted just enough to give her room to put her shins on the bed underneath, and then she was riding him.
Harder, faster, deeper than what they’d accomplished in the shower.
Her hands found his thighs for purchase, and she did not marvel at the muscle under her grip as she angled herself on his length.
Ozirax’s piercing slid along her walls, the thick length of him stretching her anew with each thrust. Yes, maybe his magical dick powers were doing things with the girth and those ribbed veins and the damn jewelry, but it was also his hand tugging her hair just the way she liked, his fingers teasing her sensitive nipple.
Her mind slipped away, the day disappeared, and there was only release and pain and pleasure on the horizon. This was better than the alternative.
That precipice was upon her almost as embarrassingly fast as his own had been their first time, but as she cried out her release, there was a hazy awareness of his own cursing.
Then both his hands were on her hips, taking over as he thrust into her quickly from below until he stilled, cock pulsing deep inside her.
As she sat there, panting, she forgot about the demon she was meant to hate. She forgot about her sister’s words and the threats and the bargains. There was just a silence, an absence of rage. It was… nice.
Ozirax’s hands flexed at her sides, and that was all she needed to come back to herself.
Kalypso rose, the demon hissing underneath her as he slipped free along with a… fuck, that was a lot of cum. Whatever.
“Where are you going?” he asked as she leaned down to pick up her clothes.
“To shower.” The bed creaked, and she shot him a glare. “Alone.”
Ozirax rolled his eyes. “I’m not also allowed to shower?”
“You can’t wait, like, five minutes to make it less obvious?”
“No one is out there. And, if you didn’t notice, they all bailed because they knew exactly what we were about to do.”
Kalypso shuddered at the thought of Tonomoch sensing all of her emotions. “Gross.”
“At least let me do something for the soreness,” he said, gesturing to the space between her legs.
But that was dangerously close to—
“I’m fine,” she lied, although she’d do her own care because… yes, he had magical dick powers and it was nice to be roughly handled in the right way. “See you tomorrow.”
“Wait, Kaly—”
She was already out the door, because if she spent another minute in there with her sex-addled brain, she might do something stupid.
Like stay a little longer.