Chapter 35
Istarted to follow but I couldn’t keep my feet from trying to run off by themselves.
He took my arm and escorted me around the garden and down the main drive.
Cliona was giggling behind me and making comments about Charles’s butt.
I was trying to keep a straight face but kept slipping into stupid giggles.
Jordan opened the door to his home with a huff. “Sir,” Charles said meekly. “The priestess insisted on seeing you.”
Jordan’s gaze found its way to Charles’s arm, slung around my waist. Charles pulled his arm away as if burned, and I almost fell, but Jordan caught me as I stumbled forward, my hands falling on the pythons he called arms.
“Oooh!” I said with glee, squeezing them.
“Dismissed,” Jordan said to the guard standing in his doorway.
“Sir?” he questioned.
He groaned again. I swear I made that man growl and groan constantly. “I’ll watch over the priestess tonight. The killings are not related to her.” His voice got more rigid as he explained.
Cliona caught Charles around the shoulders and started to walk him away. “You off for the night, Sailor?” she asked.
I laughed against Jordan’s chest muscles.
He had removed his shirt and evidently showered.
I was captured in the feel and scent of his skin, clean and spicy, all male.
I looked up at his face. He still looked displeased and I remembered why I was there.
I straightened myself as best I could while swaying.
“I came to apologize to you, Sir.” I hiccupped.
“You’re smashed.”
Not a question, so I kept going, trying to ignore his rippling stomach muscles.
His lip did a little quiver thing that usually meant he was trying not to laugh at me.
I put my little wall back up as best as possible.
“I have been informed that I inad…inaddve… That I hurt you. I am truly sorry. I had no intent…of making you a onesie.”
He cringed at that last part. He started to talk but I put my hand up. “No. I mucked this up. I have to fix it. I don’t know why, because we fight like angry badgers, but I want you all the time. Over there on that couch would be a good place to start.”
He just stood there looking at me. I couldn’t read either of his faces. They were both a little fuzzy. “I accept,” he finally said.
I took a second to let that sink in. The time didn’t help.
“The apology or the couch?”
“The apology. You’re too drunk to take advantage of on the couch.”
I pouted and tried to get closer to him. I attempted a sultry walk but managed only an awkward stumble and fell against him instead. “How about we finish that dance then?” I asked. “Music?”
After giving me a frustrated sigh, he held me steady to make sure I wasn’t going to fall.
Then watched me as he moved away. The music he chose was similar to what was played in the club, just not as loud.
He moved himself back into position, his big arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Those silver eyes looked into mine, the shadow of hurt still there as he started swaying us together to the beat.
Slow. Steady. And sexy. His thick, muscled leg was rubbing very nicely between mine.
The feel of it went a long way toward breaking up the tequila haze in my head.
He put his hand on my stomach as he had in the club and let his Demon power spread and move over me.
It was hot, like tiny little fires dancing on my skin.
I let myself lean back and feel his magic move through me.
Every nerve jumped as the power stroked them.
The beat slowed even further and he moved our hips in a delicious, churning, circular motion.
I felt my body heating up. The tequila haze was gone, replaced by his power pulsing through my veins.
I managed to drag my gaze from where our bodies met back to his eyes.
The silver swirling in them was like molten metal, his pupils tiny and his expression filled with hunger.
I leaned as far back as I could and pressed myself harder against his erection.
He groaned. I opened the place where I had found my own Demon power and let it free.
It thrust out abruptly but I quickly pulled back.
He gasped as it hit him full force, then I rolled gently, as he had done.
I had no idea how my power would feel for him, but I hoped it had the same effect his had on me. To make him burn.
It must have, since he pulled me back up and took me into a hard, possessive kiss.
His tongue demanded entrance to my mouth.
His hand moved through my hair, pulling my head back, making his access to my mouth easier.
The kiss sizzled. I had to pull back to catch my breath.
He gave me only a second before taking my mouth again.
His hands roamed across my back, leaving streaks of heat as they left one place and found another.
He pulled back this time and moved to my collarbone and started trailing kisses over my exposed shoulder.
I started to remove my tank. He stopped me.
“Not this time, Keena. We rushed last time. This time, I get to play a little.”
I couldn’t get any words to form either to argue or agree.
He lifted me and carried me toward the bedroom.
I got a good look around his place. It wasn’t that big, much like a two-bedroom apartment.
But it was immaculately clean, not a thing out of place.
All the furniture was bland, sturdy, and sensible.
That was, until we made it through the bedroom door. The music was also piped into the bedroom—in this case, more bed than room. The darn thing was bigger than mine, bigger than any bed I’d ever seen.
The room was dark navy. Hell, maybe it was pitch black.
The walls, the floor, the bed…everything was dark.
There was a neat ebony dresser on either side of the bed and fanciful paintings of Demons on the walls.
The paintings were in brilliant colors that stood out on the dark background.
The bedspread also had an image of a ferocious Demon in the same bold colors.
A soft light burned from a source I couldn’t find, making his tanned skin glow and the swirl of his eyes look incandescent.
He watched my face as I looked around, still in his arms. “The true nature of a Demon is in his lair,” he said with his arrogant tone.
“What does this say about your nature?” I asked, suddenly caught up in the swirling of his silver eyes.
“You can tell me when you get to leave here.” He smiled a genuine smile that gave away his thoughts. “I remember your fantasies, my lady. Don’t forget that.”
With that, he threw me on the bed. He stood on the foot of it.
Not on the floor, but on the bed, the ceiling more than high enough to accommodate his six foot six inch height.
He undid the button on his pants. I crawled over and took the zipper from his hand and pulled it down, watching his face as I pulled the opening apart to find he’d not bothered with underwear after his shower.
“Well.”
He took the pants off his hips. I gave a greedy gawk at the sight before me.
The ridge of muscles just above his hips was too enticing not to touch.
I ran my fingers along them and followed the journey down his lower stomach to the treasure below.
I took that beautiful cock in my hand and he dropped to his knees so he could kiss me again as I moved my hands over his tight skin.
Rock-hard and satiny smooth all at the same time—and not just his cock.
His whole body was taut. He moved against the rhythm of my hand, reacting to the slightest touch, thrusting into my fist. The responsiveness was such an aphrodisiac.
His stomach muscles tightened as he made low, grunting noises. Cauldrons, I loved that stomach.
I kissed my way down his chest, lingering over his tight nipples and nibbling them.
I kept up the stroking and he gave no sign that he would take control.
I ran my tongue along the line of each of those stomach muscles that I had fantasized over so many times, weaving a path to the small indentation of his belly button.
He moved us around, putting his back to the headboard without breaking the motion of my hand or his thrusting.
Then he purposefully fell backward, leaving me between his muscled thighs.
He was completely naked, and I was still fully dressed. I was there for his pleasure at that moment, and I didn’t mind at all. After all, this was an apology, wasn’t it?
I looked into his eyes as I took as much of that hungry cock as I could into my mouth.
I couldn’t take all of it. But he growled that throaty growl in appreciation of my efforts to do so.
I really loved the sound of that growl. I pulled back, little bits at a time, stopping to run the tip of my tongue around his head.
When I reached the end, I let his head linger on my lips, our mingled juices dripping from my lips.
I was still watching his reaction and noted his face was now completely relaxed and blissful. Not sure I’d ever seen him this way. I wanted to see more.
I ran my lips along the side of his shaft and watched his eyes roll back from the sensation.
I took as much of him as I could again, gagging when pressed further, testing my limits, loving watching him watching me.
I felt the first hint of him losing control to the pleasure I was giving him.
His hips arched and his stomach clenched.
He reached down and pulled me up to straddle his waist. “I’m in control tonight. Remember, little girl?” he said. He was a wide man and my legs were stretched around his stomach, the leather of my pants straining. “Strip for me, Princess.”