Chapter 9 #2
When I opened my mouth to scream, coarse fabric was shoved between my lips and teeth and tied at the back of my head, tangling strands of my hair in it.
I couldn’t even buck my body because there was a knee in the center of my back.
Whoever was kneeling on me was putting most of their weight on me.
I could barely breath. All I could do was whimper.
Black rimmed my vision as the hopelessness of my position overwhelmed me. There was literally nothing I could do.
Claws sank into the fabric of the shirt I wore and ripped it off my body, leaving me naked except for the socks I’d made. Strong fingers grabbed the backs of my knees and pried my legs apart, even though I tried to resist.
My vision faded further as my face was shoved into the mattress below me. I couldn’t breathe. Oh, God. I fought passing out. If I passed out, whoever had me could do whatever they wanted.
Judging by the number of hands on me, it was at least four daemons or imps.
When the fingers released my ankle, I didn’t think, I just reacted. I kicked out, my heel hitting something soft.
Upon impact, I opened my eyes and gasped. The phantom hands holding me were abruptly gone. I still wore the shirt Bokkan had lent me. There were no daemons or imps in the bedchamber. None of it had been real. Only a nightmare.
Well, there was one daemon, and I had wrapped myself around him like a vine. My arm was around his waist, my palm spread wide against the middle of his broad back. My leg was between his, my knee cocked so my thigh was pressing between his legs. Right into his balls.
I was clinging to him, and he was holding me in return.
His bottom arm was bent and pillowed my head on his massive bicep.
The other arm was draped over my shoulder and running diagonally across my back.
His enormous hand cupped the cheek of my ass, and his fingers tucked beneath me between the mattress and my hip.
He was holding me tightly, as though I were a teddy bear. I felt dwarfed but still safe somehow.
There was a firm hold around my ankle and calf, all the way up to my mid-thigh. It took me a moment to realize it was his tail. He’d wrapped his tail around my leg like a shackle, holding my leg exactly where it was between his.
What in the hell?
I tried not to move too much and wake him up as I looked around. I realized at that moment that he was on the edge of the bed. Which meant he had tried to keep space between us, and I was the one who basically crawled into him.
What surprised me the most was that I hadn’t woken up during all of this.
Had he?
Surely not.
If he had, wouldn’t he have kept his back to me?
Though my body remained still, my brain was running a million miles an hour. I needed to move away, but I had no idea how to do it without waking him up. While I was trying to decide, he shifted, rolling more toward his back.
But he didn’t lose his grip on my butt or the hold of his tail on my leg, which meant I rolled with him and ended up straddling his thigh. With no panties on. His shirt was like a dress on me, but it had ridden up in the night, leaving my lower half bare.
My core slid across the smooth, bare skin of his thigh, and my shifting weight meant I settled deeper into his body. Deep enough that I felt the hard, huge length of his erection against my hip. I blinked rapidly as I stared at his relaxed expression.
Bokkan was still asleep. Maybe male daemons got erections in their sleep like human men did, because his breathing was too slow and easy, and his muscles were too lax for him to be anything but deep in slumber.
I finally decided to slide off to the side and creep across the mattress until there was a foot or so of space between us. The furs on top of us had already trapped his body heat beneath them. I should be plenty warm enough, even though the fire had all but died in the hearth.
Unfortunately, as soon as I shifted a half inch, his hand flexed on my ass, and his eyes popped open. Since I was staring at his face, looking for signs he was waking, our gazes locked together.
His grip on the bare flesh of my butt cheek tightened enough that I felt the prick of his claws. His cock twitched against my hip, which made my eyes widen. Bokkan’s gaze remained hooded and sleepy as he stared at me.
Then, his leg shifted, pressing his muscled thigh more firmly between my legs.
A bolt of electric heat zapped my clit, making me squirm against him.
Flames danced at the edges of his black eyes, casting a reddish glow into the onyx depths.
A low rumbling sound started in his chest, growing louder as we continued to stare at each other.
It was too rough to be a purr, yet too soothing to be a growl.
It also moved from his chest to the rest of his body, meaning the flesh of his leg vibrated against my clit.
Another arc of lightning shot from my core to the rest of my body, tightening my nipples and inciting wetness to gather between my legs.
The lecture I’d given myself about being attracted to Bokkan completely vanished from my brain. All that was left was the far more primitive voice of my body, demanding that I do something about the sensations coursing through me.
My entire body tensed as I tried to grasp a rational thought rather than a horny one. Before I could, it was Bokkan who moved. But not in the way I expected.
He shifted his grip from my bare ass to my hips and gently moved my stiff body off of his. His gaze never left mine.
“You are safe,” he murmured, removing his hands from my body and holding them away from his body with his palms out. “No one will touch you, remember?”
I realized that he mistook my tensed muscles for fear rather than a wild surge of lust. But I didn’t contradict him. I only nodded.
He slipped from beneath the blankets and walked over to the fireplace. I collapsed onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling as I listened to him put more logs on the fire.
“When you’re ready, come downstairs and Masu will feed you breakfast,” Bokkan said. “I have to train with the soldiers today.”
Before I could reply, he grabbed some clothes from his wardrobe and disappeared into the bathing room, shutting the door behind him. I still had no idea what to say when he emerged a few minutes later, fully dressed.
I didn’t move or even try to say anything as he left the bedchamber. Though he didn’t appear to be rushing, I got the distinct impression he was running away from me.
And for reasons I really didn’t want to examine, it hurt my feelings.
With a groan, I grabbed the blankets and tugged them over my head. Bokkan’s spicy, slightly smoky scent suddenly surrounded me. And it definitely didn’t help the throb between my thighs. What in the heck was wrong with me?
Maybe it was time to give myself another lecture on why this was reality and not fiction, and I couldn’t jump on a giant monster dick like the heroines in the monster romances I read.