Chapter 14 #2
I frowned at her. “I said I wasn’t comfortable because I don’t really know any of them. I like to know someone for longer than two or three days before I have sex with them.”
Masu shrugged again. “So, don’t fornicate. Or do humans not pleasure each other with their hands and mouths, too?”
Yep. What I feared would happen, happened. The dull pop in my ears was my head exploding due to too much blood rushing upward.
“Of course they do!” I rubbed my hands over my face. “Some humans will even have sex just to scratch an itch, but I’m not like that! I usually can’t get off if I don’t know the person well. I can’t relax enough. Okay?”
Shit. I was yelling.
I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Masu. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just frustrated.”
The imp patted my arm, and her demeanor seemed sympathetic, though it was difficult to tell with the red eyes and grey skin. “You’ll feel better if you let the master help you. I’ve heard he’s quite talented with his—”
“Thanks, Masu. I’ll figure it out,” I interrupted, not wanting to hear what Bokkan’s talent was.
“I will let you know when I hear something from one of my friends,” she assured me.
I turned my back to her and the hulking daemon by the door, running my hands over my hair.
What in the hell was I going to do?
My body was rioting. My skin tingled and stung, as though someone was running an electrical current over me.
My breasts felt swollen and achy. I crossed my arms over them, and the pressure helped a little.
A trickle of wetness dripped down the inside of my left thigh.
I was ready to lock myself in the bathing room and make myself come a few times just to make all these sensations stop. Or at least weaken.
The bedchamber door shut, but I could still feel Bokkan’s presence in the room. I should have known he wasn’t going to leave me to handle things myself.
“Do you have another room I can use until I’m, um… better?” I asked him without turning around.
“I am going to be honest with you about something, and I would like you to try to remain calm.” His words were measured and steady, but his voice was gruff and deeper than usual.
I leaned my forehead against the cool stone of the hearth as I shivered at the sound. This was not good.
Then, I managed to focus on what he’d said rather than how he sounded. “I feel like I’m not going to like whatever you have to say.”
“Probably not, but please do not get upset. I am in control of myself and will remain so.”
“I believe you,” I answered.
“You awakened certain instincts in me the past few days. When you fought Venna, those instincts say you laid claim to me. That you won the right to touch me.”
Oh, my horny side loved the sound of that, but the rest of me wasn’t so quick to join in.
“What does that have to do with my current predicament?” I asked.
“Of all the males on this estate, I am the only one who will be concerned only with what you want. What you need. These instincts I speak of will make sure of that.”
There was a buzzing in my head, and an increasingly louder inner voice was demanding I let him prove it to me. That I throw the seven-and-a-half-foot daemon on the bed and take him for a ride.
“What instincts?”
“They are tied to our traditions. When you accepted Venna’s challenge, it convinced the more primitive part of me that you wanted to bed me…
” He paused, waiting for me to respond. When I didn’t, he continued, “That same part is eager to convince you that I can please you more than any other male you might want.”
“I don’t want any other male,” I stated without thinking.
The air in the room grew heavier. Thicker. I could feel his focus on me, but I couldn’t think clearly. My brain was too clouded with visions of what he could do to me with that huge body and thick cock.
“I would only give you what you asked for,” he said. His voice was getting closer. “If you told me to stop, I would. I would let you shackle me to the floor and use me as you wanted if it would help you.”
I shook my head at the thought. I didn’t want him chained down at my mercy. At least not right now. No, I wanted him to make me come. And come. And come. Holding me down and pleasuring me until I was begging him to stop. Until this horrible ache in my pussy was gone and I was too sated to move.
“I only want to give you what you want,” he rumbled.
I could feel the heat of his body right behind me, and I shivered. His hot breath wafted over the nape of my neck, and I knew he’d bent down.
“All you have to do is tell me what that is,” he continued.
I might regret it in the morning, but I was too wild with need to think straight right now.
“I want you to use your hands and your mouth to make me come until I don’t hurt anymore. Until I can’t possibly come again.”
At my bold statement, I expected him to grab me or to snatch me off my feet and carry me to the bed. Instead, the tip of one clawed finger trailed down the side of my neck. His touch was whisper soft, but his claw was sharp. I shivered again at the combination of sensations.
The finger hooked the wild tangle of hair around my shoulders and pulled it to the side, baring my neck. Hot, soft lips touched the skin below my ear, lightly sucking as they moved down toward my shoulder.
A quiet moan escaped my lips as all my focus went to the feel of his mouth on my throat. The tip of his tongue traced the same line back up to my ear before his sharp fangs gave the lobe a light bite.
It wasn’t until I leaned back against him, letting his body take my weight, that his hands moved to my waist. They were so huge they spanned from the bottom of my ribcage to my hips. I felt tiny and fragile in his grip.
Even though I understood the strength in those hands, knew the destruction he must be capable of, I felt safe. Safer than I had in a long time.
I’d broken up with my last boyfriend a little over a year ago because I never felt safe.
Not because he threatened me. Not because he hurt me.
But because I couldn’t trust him to follow through on his word.
Not when it came to remembering to stop at the store.
Or when I needed him to pick me up at the dentist after I’d had laughing gas.
If I couldn’t trust him to do what he said he would on small things, how could I ever trust him to handle something big?
In the past few days, Bokkan had somehow convinced me that he was trustworthy. That he was safe.
I sighed as his mouth moved to the back of my neck, his sharp teeth nipping ever so lightly at my skin. A shudder ran through my body, and goose bumps broke out on my arms and legs.
His nose nuzzled into my hair, and he inhaled deeply.
My breath caught in my throat as his hands flexed on my waist before moving down to my hips. His body curved over mine as his fingers gathered the material of the shirt I wore, lifting it slowly.
“If you want me to stop, tell me,” Bokkan whispered. “I do not want you to say yes when you wish to say no.”
I shook my head, and the movement of his hands ceased. I nearly cried because the wild, aching need in my body was growing worse with each passing moment.
“Leda, do you want me to stop?” he asked.
I tried to speak, but my throat was too tight. I cleared it, wetting my dry lips with my tongue. “No, don’t stop.” My voice was little more than a croak, but I managed to push the words past my lips.
He moved immediately, lifting my shirt high and baring my lower body. A firm touch to my inner thigh had me looking down. I watched as his tail wound around my leg, the tip coming to rest a few inches below the apex of my thighs.
I shivered at the soft, leathery skin sliding against mine.
His tail was smooth and soft, like suede, but I could still feel the firm muscles flexing beneath the skin.
It wound tighter around my leg, squeezing rhythmically.
The tips of his claws were sharp against my hips.
Using one hand to hold the shirt up, his other palm pressed to my bare abdomen.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away as his hand smoothed down my skin until the tips of his fingers brushed my pubic hair.
He paused for a moment, and I wondered if he wasn’t sure what to do.
Then, I remembered that daemons didn’t have any body hair.
Awkwardness squirmed through me. Maybe he hated it, but didn’t want to say anything. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but he spoke before I did.
“Your skin is so delicate,” he rumbled, his mouth close to my ear. “I don’t want to scratch you.”