Chapter 13
Joseline
A heartbeat throbs between my thighs, and I don’t remember ever being so wet. Which is crazy, because nothing has happened to turn me on. In fact, there’s not even anyone near me.
I’m in the middle of a stage, watching Tobias play the drums as colorful spotlights swing overhead, but there isn’t a camera in my hands. I’m just standing there, watching as he beats the fuck out of his instrument, pouring his heart and soul into his music.
The other band members are moving around the stage, but I’m not paying them any attention. Is there a crowd? I try to turn and look, but I can’t drag my eyes away from the asshole drummer.
When his golden eyes snap in my direction, my stomach knots and my lips part. It’s like he’s looking inside me, rummaging around. Like he knows what’s going through my mind, but he can’t possibly sense the heat consuming me. Can he?
The throb between my legs intensifies, my pussy weeping with need; it drenches my panties, leeching into my leggings.
I squeeze my thighs together to staunch the flow, but it doesn’t help, and my cheeks burn. How fucking embarassing to be on stage in front of a crowd, pining for some fucking jerk I can’t stand. Desperate for his attention, his touch.
Why him?
Why now?
As I watch, a masked performer I don’t recognize steps up to the drummer’s side and taps his shoulder. Without looking up, Tobias hands over his well-worn drumsticks and stands, moving around the drums and slowly heading toward me.
With every step closer, the lights around us dim, the indecipherable music blurring around us. I’m more aware of my breathing, of my pulse pounding in my ears.
He stops in front of me, swiftly pulling me against his broad chest.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my heart beating in my throat. I'm hyper-aware of the lack of distance between us, and electricity sparks across my skin at every point of contact.
There are thousands of people watching. His band members are going to see. Why is he doing this on stage?
Why is he doing it at all?
“You love attention, little brat,” he chuckles. “I figured you’d enjoy this, everyone seeing what you do to me. You drive me crazy.”
He's lying, and I know it, but a goofy smile spreads across my face nevertheless. Who would have thought this stupid stubborn asshole could be even remotely sweet?
Certainly not me.
“I need you to close your eyes.” His hands slide over my hips and grab my ass. “You can’t see what I look like if I’m going to keep you safe.”
“But…”
That doesn’t make any sense, because I’ve already seen what Sebastian looks like. Maybe there’s a piece of the puzzle I’m missing. Maybe there’s something I don’t understand.
“Close them,” he demands, his voice sharper now. “If you open them, this ends.”
Fuck. I don’t want this to end. That sounds like a terrible idea.
With a scowl, I do as I'm told and squeeze my eyes closed.
The floor disappears as Tobias sweeps me off my feet, and I throw my arms around his shoulders with a squeak, bracing myself for whatever is coming.
The sudden shift in gravity has my stomach cartwheeling, and a second later he's laying me on a soft surface.
I let my hands roam, and they find pillows above my head. A comforter beneath me.
A gasp tears from my lips and, against his orders, my eyes fly open. I’m no longer on stage, but back in my hotel, staring up at the ceiling. Unlike when I fell asleep, Tobias is kneeling between my legs, glaring at me through the holes of his mask.
“You never listen, do you?” he growls, the sound vibrating over my skin and making my nipples pebble so hard they ache.
I shake my head. We haven’t known each other long, but he should at least know that.
I don’t take orders from anyone.
He chuckles low and shakes his head. “Then, I guess you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”
His words should scare me. A demon in my bed threatening me with consequences? A smarter person might be fighting to run away.
But at the thought, my pussy flutters.
“I guess so,” I reply without thinking. “Do your worst, drummer boy.”
His yellow eyes glint with something sinister. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Tobias reaches beneath me and flips me over more easily than should be possible, leaning over me to speak into my ear. The feel of his hard chest against my back sends shivers down my spine and heat to my core.
“You don’t know much about demons, sweetheart, but consequences where I come from are somewhere between pain and pleasure.” His deep rumble has me trembling beneath him. “I could fuck you until you bleed, make you come until you’re a whimpering, blubbering mess. Would you like that?”
Is that even a question?
“Yes,” I whine, trying to lift my ass in offering, but he has me pinned unforgivably to the mattress. “Please, I… I want you.”
The words don’t sound like me, but I’m too riled up to care. Tension is building in my core, my pussy throbbing desperately for attention. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to fist myself and give him a show.
He shifts, crawling down my body, but I can’t crane my neck enough to see him. A second later, his black leather mask lands next to me on the bed, staring at me with eyeless holes. I gasp.
He’s taking off his disguise.
I can finally see what he looks like.
I shift, attempting to catch a glimpse of him, but his hand fists in my hair and shoves my head back down.
“I told you not to look at me. You’re already about to pay for one transgression. Would you like to make it another?”
I fight the urge to giggle.
Transgression. He’s funny.
Maybe he should have been a comedian…
“Well, I haven’t seen any punishment yet, so I’m not sure why you think you’re so big and bad,” I tease.
A growl rumbles in his chest, making goosebumps rise on my arms, and he grabs the waistband of my leggings. In a swift motion, he yanks them down, exposing my ass to him. I don’t have time to think before he grabs my hips and lifts them off the bed.
“Still don’t think so?” he taunts.
I shake my head again and wiggle my ass at him, my clit throbbing needily as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“You are a fucking goddess,” he says, his nails raking over the globe of my ass and down my thigh. Delicious heat crawls over my skin at his touch. “Everything a damned soul like mine searches for. Something to obsess over, taste, touch, dive into…”
Without warning, he pushes a finger into my pussy, and a soft, slow moan rolls up my throat. He buries the digit, pulls it out, and adds a second. My muscles contract around him, eager for more. I want more stretch, more friction, more Tobias.
“Gods, you’re dripping,” he rumbles, picking up his pace. “But your cunt is so tight—I don’t know if you’ll be able to take all of me.”
Again, I want to laugh. Sure, she’s tight, but with a little coaxing and a lot of lube, I doubt there’s a cock she can’t conquer. And even if she couldn’t, I’d do it anyway, just to prove a point to this asshole.
With all that attitude, there’s no way he’s as big as he thinks he is.
“Only one way to find out.” I shove my hips back to encourage him. I’m aching, needy, wanton to be fucked by this demon, but he seems perfectly content taking his precious time.
“Correct. But before you get my cock, let’s see if you can take my tongue.”
He shifts, his fingers still pumping steadily into me, and dips low. Something impossibly long and wet drags over the curve of my asscheek, making me shudder. It doesn’t make sense for his tongue to be so huge, but it can’t be anything else.
He pulls his fingers out, and I whine at the absence, rolling my hips.
“For someone who hates me, this greedy little hole can't seem to get enough, can it?” He chuckles behind me before his enormous tongue thrusts inside my pussy, swelling and filling me more than any tongue should be able to…
I gasp as my eyes fly open. Rather than being face down, ass up, I'm lying flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling of my hotel room. Tobias is nowhere in sight.
It was a dream.
Just a dream.
The sensation of Tobias’ determined, slick tongue shoving its way inside hits me again, and I shudder, wiggling out of the blankets. My jaw drops when I find my silk shorts absolutely soaked, like I came several times in my sleep.
Heat scorches my cheeks.
“Oh, hell no.”
There’s no way that fucking dick gave me a wet dream. Even though the proof is in my pants.
Dios mio.
Did he do it on purpose? Is that part of his creepy demon magic too. Sex dreams?
With a groan, I scowl and stomp toward the bathroom. I’m going to need a long, long cold shower.