Chapter 4 #3
I pulled away from his embrace, grabbed my purse, and hurried out of the workshop.
As I entered the main hallway towards the entrance, a familiar ball of fire zipped past me in the strangest déjà vu.
Vazul stopped in front of the door and shifted back into his demon form.
Fist on his hips, his cock still erect, he glared at me disapprovingly.
“Where’s my goodbye kiss?” he demanded.
I snorted. “Haven’t you had enough of those already?”
“From you? Never,” he said in a self-evident manner.
Cue exploding ovaries. Yeah, I was a sucker for feeling needed and wanted.
I didn’t know if being a sex demon made it an automatic go to behavior for him, or if he felt compelled to act lovey dovey towards me.
But right this instant, I didn’t care. His reactions to me seemed genuine, and I loved how he made me feel.
“Fine, you bully,” I said playfully while closing the distance between us.
He drew me against him and claimed my mouth with a possessiveness that had my toes curling and my girly bits standing to attention.
Fuck, how could he get me this horny so quickly?
My pussy was still raw from the most savage ride it had ever experienced before.
And yet, here I was aching for more as his wicked tongue plundered my mouth.
His hand slipped over my behind, giving my right cheek a tight squeeze even as he pressed me against his pelvis. My demon loved my butt. I couldn’t blame him. Of all my physical attributes, I couldn’t deny that my booty was fine as hell.
The bell ringing again had me yelping against his lips. I pushed away from him while he chuckled smugly. I glared at him and flicked his dick as punishment. He gasped, and gave me the weirdest expression halfway between shock, outrage, and amusement.
“See you later. And be a good boy while I’m gone,” I said in a singsong voice before hurrying out of the house with his sexy laughter following me.
I picked up my car and drove directly to the mall. The whole drive, I started questioning everything all over again. What the hell was I doing? How did I go from picking up my ex-roommate’s leftover junk to getting my pussy plowed to oblivion by a demon, all in one day?
I don’t know jack shit about him.
Granted, everything I read online after he pointed out the proper spelling to me matched what Sophia had said. Frankly, her stating that I would be crazy not to keep him played a major role in lowering my defenses. But this still was nothing like me.
The sex was beyond stellar. I couldn’t picture myself ever settling for anyone else after that. There would be no possible comparison. But was he leeching me? He swore he wouldn’t, and I didn’t feel anything that indicated that he might have been. However, was it something you actually could feel?
What did that mean for the future? Should I eventually meet a man I wanted to settle down with, he would never accept me having a demon lover—not that I would ever want to cheat on my partner.
And I strongly suspected that Vazul wouldn’t be willing to share me either.
It didn’t really make sense why it would upset him.
After all, as a sex demon, he would likely be down with fucking everything and anything that moved.
And yet, at a visceral level, I genuinely believed he would incinerate any male that came sniffing my way.
It’s the way he said that I was his.
That thought gave me pause. Right before he came inside of me, he did claim me with a possessiveness that left no room for interpretation. As much as he said that he belonged to me as my loyal servant, my gut told me that he also claimed ownership over me.
What kind of freak am I that this pleases me?
Yeah, with my demon around, there would be no other boyfriend. Anyway, based on what I read—and which he confirmed—the only way for us to separate was if either one dies. So I was stuck with him, and he with me. I could think of worse situations to be in.
But that also meant I needed to get him legal papers. As the arcane world continued to evolve in secret, I would have to hit up the Council of Witches for their assistance in sorting out his paperwork.
Not for the first time, I berated myself for not pursuing the craft more seriously.
I didn’t know anything about summoned demons.
As I’d never been power hungry, I only dabbled in the lesser spells of convenience like the strength spell I used earlier this morning.
Officially, I didn’t belong to any coven, which left me in a rather vulnerable place and without some of the resources those more seriously involved benefited from.
Vazul’s entrance into my life would require me to make a number of changes.
More importantly, I would need to really sit down with him and sort out our future relationship.
I was fine with a demon boyfriend, but I didn’t want a slave.
He called me Mistress a few times, and that made me uncomfortable.
We would figure out a way to cater to his need to perform tasks in a way that didn’t make him a servant.
As if things were still steadily looking up, I quickly found a parking spot near the entrance and hurried inside.
Having already pre-planned which stops I would make, I made a beeline for the main men’s fashion store and grabbed the essentials.
I should have questioned him about if he had specific preferences.
Granted, I was only picking some undies, socks, a couple of pants, and shirts, but I didn’t even know if he had color preferences.
As his human form was also substantially bulkier than his demon one, I focused on buying items for the former.
I suspected Vazul wouldn’t bother with too many layers while at home in his natural form.
After picking up a pair of shoes, once again berating myself for not taking proper measurements, I headed for the checkout counters. I had just taken my credit card back from the cashier and was returning it to my wallet when a familiar voice resounded behind me.
“Fancy seeing you here!” Angelique said, with that annoying sultry voice she always used, thinking it made her sound seductive.
I groaned inwardly as I turned around to face her.
I wasn’t ready to have that confrontation so soon while still trying to sort out my own feelings about my demon.
She glanced at the two heavy bags as the cashier placed the last shirt inside the left one.
The speculative glimmer that sparked in her eyes, and the way they ever so slightly narrowed spelled trouble.
“Someone sure is on a shopping spree,” Angelique said in the fakest enthusiastic voice. “Menswear at that! What’s going on? Any news you’d like to share?”
I fought the urge to squirm, wondering how much or how little she knew. I doubted Sophia spilled the beans without my consent. As no one else would know, I could only pray that she was also clueless, and that she didn’t remember she had left her egg in the apartment.
“Hey Angelique,” I said politely. “I thought you were out of town.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “I was. But I had to come back sooner to handle a big order. You know how impatient wealthy patrons can be.”
“Right. So why didn’t you drop by the apartment to fetch your stuff?” I asked, instantly flinching inwardly for raising the topic I wanted to avoid for now.
My wretched mouth would be my downfall. But I really wanted to call her out on her bullshit.
She gave me the least sincerely shocked expression before pressing her palm to her chest and looking at me apologetically.
“Oh shoot! I’m so sorry. It completely slipped my mind. I had so much going on.”
“I bet. Well I got your stuff out to avoid Mrs. Hopkins charging us a cleaning fee.”
“Aww, you’re always so lovely!” she exclaimed in that patronizing fashion that always made me want to claw her pretty face and poke those baby blue eyes out. “I appreciate it. If you don’t mind holding onto them for a few days, I’ll arrange to have them picked up from your place.”
“Sure, no problem.”
I took the receipt from the cashier, tossed it into one of the bags, and picked them up, ready to leave.
“So you never told me who those clothes were for,” Angelique said in a pretend friendly way, although I didn’t miss the harder glint in her eyes implying that I wasn’t going anywhere until I answered her questions.
“It’s for my boyfriend,” I said with a shrug.
Her eyes widened with genuine shock. “A boyfriend?! I didn’t know you were dating anyone. Who is he?”
“No one you would know,” I said in a non-committal fashion.
“Try me,” she insisted.
“I assure you, it’s no one you would know,” I replied, lifting my chin slightly in a subtle act of defiance.
Anger flashed over her attractive face so quickly hidden most people would have missed it.
But sharing an apartment with her for a year had taught me to recognize all the precursor signs of trouble.
She flicked her long, platinum blonde hair over her shoulder as she gave me a greedy and speculative look.
Angie loved to steal other people’s boyfriends.
Anytime a woman in our circle of ‘friends’ expressed interest in a man, Angie would always swoop in and seduce him first. She had no interest in a long-term relationship with any of them.
She only liked to brag that everyone else settled for her leftovers.
“Well then, that failure must be rectified. I must meet the man who has finally managed to capture the heart of our elusive little Coral!” she said with a sickly-sweet smile. “Make sure to bring him along to my party in two days.”
“Your party?” I asked, confused.
“Oh! Did I forget to tell you?” she asked with that same fake innocence that made my skin crawl. “I’m holding a pre-fair party at my penthouse this Thursday.”
“Wow! Then yeah, you totally forgot to invite me,” I said in a neutral tone, totally unsurprised.
Stupidly, it hurt my feelings not to have been invited, even though I actually dislike her and most of her inner circle.
Chances were, I would have found an excuse not to attend.
But it was the principle. I hated feeling excluded or unwanted, even by the likes of her.
I seriously needed to cure myself of my people pleaser and pick me tendencies.
“Oh, my bad! But you must come. I’ll have your favorite cocktail on hand as an apology and as a gesture of goodwill.”
Your bad, my ass.
“I can’t promise,” I said in the same fake apologetic tone. “I still have a lot of final preps to do for the fair.”
“I insist,” she countered, in a tone that brooked no argument. “It would be unbecoming for you to be the only one not in attendance. I might think you’re punishing me for accidentally forgetting to send you an invite,” she added with an annoying pout that most people would find irresistibly cute.
“I’ll do my best,” I said with a stiff smile.
“See that you do,” she replied with a big grin to soften the rudeness of her demand. “Tata!”
I cussed inwardly as I watched her strutting away, her ass swaying in an exaggerated fashion meant to draw every male’s gaze, which she spectacularly succeeded at. But how could she not?
As obnoxious of an individual as she was, Mother Nature had been very generous to her.
She was tall and statuesque. Her long, platinum hair fell to her behind.
It wasn’t her natural color, but you couldn’t tell—not that she would ever admit to it.
Her hourglass figure would have anyone drooling with envy.
Her generous breasts were sheer perfection, big enough to draw attention, but not so much to imbalance her figure or risk falling into excessive territory.
I highly suspected that a scalpel or two helped achieve that result.
While her ass had nothing over mine, her legs were quite amazing.
Considering she was 5’10, it always confused me why she loved wearing crazy high stilettos. Granted, it made her long legs appear even more infinite and sexy. But I suspected it was just another way for her to dominate others.
Heaving a sigh, I turned around and made my way back to the car. If only I’d been here ten minutes sooner or later, I would have avoided the witch. The only reason she’d invited me was to test my boyfriend and see if she could lure him away before discarding him.
I simply won’t go.
But I shut down that thought even as it popped into my mind. I couldn’t avoid her forever. As Vazul would likely stick around for the long haul, them meeting was inevitable. The question was how much was I going to reveal when they did meet?
Whatever it was, I had two days to figure it out.