“You like?” She sauntered towards him, a mysterious little female smile on her lips, and each step revealed a flash of her pale thighs and the scrap of satin masquerading as a thong which tied at the sides.
Ties she played with, running the silky ribbons through her fingers as she watched him. Tiny swallowed and nodded dumbly. In truth, he couldn’t have framed a response even if he still had the power of speech.
“You want to see more?”
Another nod. Of course he wanted to see more. What did she think he was, some kind of monk?
The ties pulled taut, sliding from the bow centimeter by slow centimeter. All Tiny’s attention was riveted on the thin scraps of ribbon. He’d never watched anything as intently in his life as he watched those little ribbon bows get smaller and smaller until they weren’t there at all.
The satin fell away, revealing the bare mons at the apex of her thighs to his interested gaze. Blood surged through his body as his arousal deepened, tightening the skin of his c*ck and balls in a vise-like grip as she turned away, bending over and spreading her legs so he got a good look. The plump pink lips of her p**sy glistened as she spread them a little, teasing him, and the scent of her arousal filled the air like fine perfume.
She wriggled her hips. “How about now? Seen enough yet?”
“Witch,” he growled and strained against his silken bonds. All he wanted to do was grab her, place hands on either side of those wonderfully curvy h*ps and plunge his tongue as far as he could into her delicious p**sy. “Come here.” His voice was hoarse. “I want to taste you, run my tongue over your clit. Suck and nibble on it until you come screaming. I want to make you scream, let me make you scream,” he begged.
Pretending to think, she “absently” slid a finger deep into her p**sy. He lost the ability to breathe, watching as she worked her cunt with first one, then two fingers.
“Well… I guess you’ve been a good boy and good boys deserve treats.”
She pulled her fingers out with a wet pop and crawled onto the bed. Instead of straddling his face as Tiny expected she turned the other way and faced down his body.
Tiny closed his eyes and counted to ten as her p**sy waved tantalizingly just inches from his face and her mouth hovered over his cock. Bloody hell, he’d just died and gone to heaven.
Cass held her breath as she sat astride him. Her whole body tightened in anticipation as his hot breath fanned over her exposed p**sy. She’d been fantasizing about this since the night at the club, wanting to taste him and have him taste her in return.
He didn’t disappoint. Before Cass could take another breath, his warm tongue explored, sweeping from her cl*t to the soaked entrance to her body and back again.
Unerringly he located her clit, nibbled and sucked on it, not letting up as Cass shuddered and moaned above him.
Dipping her own head, she ran her tongue over him, wetting him from root to tip before sliding her lips around the swollen head. She sucked him in, feeling the surge of blood in his c*ck as she took him as deeply as she could, the tip pressing into the back of her throat. A groan against her cl*t was his only response, the sound more a vibration against her sensitized flesh. Cass gasped, her eyes threatening to roll back in her head.
Using her hands, lips and tongue, she worked his c*ck and relished every helpless jerk of his hips, each moan and muffled curse from between her thighs. The tension in her body wound tighter as he upped the ante, teasing her with quick sweeps against her cl*t then plunging deep into her body and f**king her with his tongue. He played her body with frightening ease until she was hanging on the very precipice, just one more move threatening to push her over and into her cli**x.
“Stop.” Pulling away from him with a gasp, she rested her forehead against his hipbone. “I want you to be inside me when I come.”
She felt rather than saw his smile, and a second later he laid a gentle kiss on her clit. “Okay, honey, you take what you need. You’re in charge, remember?”
Cass lifted off him, unable to resist a last slow lick along his c*ck before she did.
He tasted fantastic, far better than any other man she’d had, a message in itself. Her mate would be compatible in all ways. Even taste.
Impatient as the needs of her body made themselves known, Cass swung her leg over his h*ps and settled herself into his lap. His rigid shaft was trapped between them, settling into the cradle of her thighs. Biting her lower lip, she rocked, rubbed against him, and chuckled when his back arched in response. So she did it again, her eyes half closing in pleasure at the delicious friction.
“Are you going to screw me, or do I have to rip these scarves off, turn you over and f**k you from behind again?” he demanded, passion flaring bright in his eyes as he looked up at her as though she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Cass shook her head. Her hair danced over her shoulders as she leaned forwards to brush her leather-covered br**sts against his nak*d chest. “Oh no, lover-boy, this time is all mine,” she whispered in his ear, “but next time you can take me any way and any how you want.”
With that tantalizing promise she reached between them, positioned herself and slowly sank down onto his rigid cock…
Chapter Six
“Ugh, do you demons actually need to eat or…” Cass asked the next evening, her disgust at the prospect of eating apparent as she popped her head around the door whilst Tiny showered. Catching sight of him nak*d and soaped up, her expression changed. A sparkle of interest in her eyes had Tiny rising to half-mast automatically.
“Naked man. If we weren’t on a deadline here, I’d be tempted to join you.”
Tiny grinned and opened his arms. “Plenty of room for two; give you a replay of last night,” he offered her, his grin widening as her cheeks flushed pink. She’d been insatiable last night, but to be fair, so had he. After the first time on the bed, they’d done the round tour of the apartment -- the bedroom, the bathroom, the shower, the lounge, the kitchen. They hadn’t missed a room in the “christening.”
“You are an evil man,” she told him and disappeared from the doorway. Tiny chuckled out loud as the sounds of muttering filtered through the open door.
Something about “damn teases of men who got a woman all worked up and then let her down.”
He wrapped a towel around his lean waist as he walked through into the bedroom, and snagged her around the waist as she tried to bustle by him. “We can always leave a little later,” he suggested, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind her ear.
She sighed in pleasure and stretched against him, catlike and lazy, but her voice filled with regret as she disengaged his hands and turned in his embrace. “I’d love to but…”
She wouldn’t meet his eyes. Her gaze dropped down to his shoulder instead. At first he thought it was the usual female emotional kickback. Most women needed to be reassured after a night of mad, passionate sex. Needed to be reassured it meant more than two people f**king like bunnies.
Usually Tiny didn’t have the patience for it. He tended to leave as soon as possible and avoid it all. Leaving wasn’t an option with Cassia, though. Without the apparent intervention of his brain, he found his arms tightening around her and never-before-uttered words of comfort on his tongue.
Then he realized her attention was fixed on the pulse beating strongly in his neck. The flush he’d taken to be shyness -- although why she should come off as shy after all they’d shared -- was revealed to be hunger when she lifted worried eyes to his.
Tiny didn’t need any mystical abilities to read her mind. The worry that she’d disgust him was written all over her face. Without thinking, he tilted his head to the side and offered her his throat.
“Feed if you need to,” he said in a quiet voice, something which shocked him.
Where the impulse came from, he had no idea, but it was a no-brainer. She needed to feed so he would provide.
“No!” Cass recoiled, putting the distance of the bedroom between them. She sounded horrified, her eyes wide in her face as she stared at him. Even from this distance, he could see the trembling in her limbs and the stark longing in her eyes. “I --
I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Frustration raced through him as she turned away to finish getting dressed, sitting down on the side of the bed to slide her feet into more sensible boots than she’d worn in bed last night. It was frustration laced with puzzlement as he pulled his own clothes on. Why had he offered to let her feed from him? In all his long life he’d never offered his throat, or his blood, to anyone. Apart from the fact nice demons didn’t do that sort of thing there was the whole darker side of domination he’d never been comfortable exploring with anyone before.
But with Cassia it seemed natural, seemed right, to take care of her and her needs, all her needs. This was something else that was new, like his sensitivity to the smell of blood and the marks on their palms.
Pulling his jeans over his hips, he left them unbuttoned to look at the symbols etched on his palm again. They seemed deeper and more defined than they had last night. It was probably a trick of the light. Surely they couldn’t be getting deeper?
Realization hit him hard and fast, like a full broadside from a galleon’s cannons.
He loved her. Somewhere between their night in the club and this morning, the sassy, awkward vampire with the killer figure had grown on him. He’d fallen for her, and when a demon fell, they really fell -- hard and fast like an angel from the heavens.
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He’d offered her his throat -- his blood -- for no other reason than she needed to feed. She hadn’t coerced him; she hadn’t used mental manipulation -- she didn’t think that was possible with Tiny -- or even the physical force some vampires resorted to.
He’d offered of his own accord, and Cass was still in shock an hour later when it came time to leave.
“Ready?” she asked, picking up her purse and going to check the belt on her jeans where her warded chains usually hung.
“Mind still on the job?” Tiny asked, a half smile on his lips as he caught her movement. “Remember, tonight you’re all mine.” The expression in his eyes was a sensuous promise of long nights spent in pleasure.
Cass swallowed as her heart fluttered madly again, distracting her for a moment from the hunger gnawing at her gut. “Yeah, old habits die hard.”
Like not going in even though it was her day off. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a day off. She’d had a bad run-in with a Keres demon a couple of years ago and been off her feet for a week or two healing up.
Wrapping strong arms around her, he pulled her into an embrace. Cass sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. She closed her eyes, relaxed, and let his touch soothe her, absorbing his quiet strength.
They were bonded. Finally Cass accepted the fact and gave into the tugging on her heart she’d been ignoring. Released, the denied bond settled into every fiber of her being. Echoing her own response, his heavily muscled chest expanded in a sigh of relief, but he didn’t say anything, just carried on stroking her hair gently.
She had no idea how this was going to work but she didn’t care. Somehow they would make it work, even if he was a demon.