Hot Demon Nights (6 page)

He continued to hold out his hand. “The key.”

I didn’t hand it over, and in the next moment, I felt a light scrape and looked down to see the key had disappeared from my hand. When I looked up again, the keychain was dangling from his fingers.

“Strength and speed, remember?” he said.

“That was totally uncalled for,” I grumbled. “Give it back.”

“I’m tired. Yes, demons need rest too. And I’m hungry.” He inserted the key into the front entrance and opened the door for me. “And I don’t feel like eating alone, nor do I think you’ll actually order and eat food unless I stand over you and make sure you do.”

I marched past him and into the stairwell, taking the steps one at a time. The more I climbed, the harder they were.

He stuck my key in the door lock and twisted with a decided jerk. “I’ll order the food, you get a shower. By the time we finish eating, you’ll be ready to fall straight to sleep.”

“You’re not my keeper,” I muttered. “Stupid, bossy demon,” I said as I walked into the bathroom. “I should have skewered him with my letter opener.”

The door opened behind me a crack. “I’m hiding all sharp objects.” Blaise’s chuckle only made my anger sizzle.

I slung my jacket against the wall and unhooked my shoulder holster, laying it across the counter, eyeing the Glock’s dull gray finish.

“Bullets won’t kill us.”

“They’re silver.” My fingers curled around my shirt hem.

“That’s for werewolves.”

I ripped my shirt up over my head and slammed it into the door, knowing my anger was more at myself than Blaise. If I couldn’t learn to control my desire and my temper around him, I’d always be at his mercy.

Think, Danske. Think with your brain, not your female parts.

“Give your female parts a little credit. You know you want me. I just need to hear you say it.”

My fist slammed into the door and pain radiated through my knuckles, bringing my mind and body parts back in line. As I stepped into a cool shower, I gathered my wits and prepared for battle with a demon.

Chapter Six

N
ot until I shut off the water and grabbed for a towel did I realize I’d come into the bathroom without clean clothing. I had two choices, either ask a demon to rifle through my underwear drawer or wrap a towel around myself and march into my bedroom to get dressed before Blaise had a chance to cop a peek.

I quickly finger-combed my hair, realizing it was hopeless to try to get it straight without the brush I’d left on my dresser. With the towel wrapped around what was important, I opened the door a crack and peered toward the living room. I didn’t see Blaise. Good. He was probably in the kitchen.

I flung the door open and scooched into my bedroom, heading straight for my dresser with the underwear, trying to ignore the strong scent of soy sauce and bell pepper assaulting my nostrils, making my stomach groan.

“Don’t feel obligated to get dressed for me,” a warm, resonant voice said from the doorway.

I squealed and spun, a pair of thong underwear curled in my fingers.

Blaise lounged against the doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned and chopsticks poised over a box of Chinese noodles.

“What are you doing in here?” I demanded.

“Eating. I couldn’t wait.” He winked and scooped noodles and broccoli into his mouth.

My insides squeezed and my mouth watered. “Not fair. I’m starving.”

He held out his chopsticks, holding a morsel of chicken slathered in sauce. “Here.”

Knees weak, I was drawn to the food, to his body. “I’m only coming because of the food.” My feet carried me within reach.

“Yeah.”

My lips parted to deliver a scathing retort.

He gave that infuriatingly smug smile and poked the chicken into my mouth.

I closed my eyes to his naked chest and moaned as an explosion of flavor filled my mouth. I chewed, savoring the taste, my hand clenching the towel. “Mmmm. Delicious.” When I opened my eyes, Blaise was staring at me.

His smoky, black gaze centered on where my hand held the towel over my breasts.

My breathing grew more sporadic, my pulse hammered against the vein in my neck. I wanted him more than any man I’d ever come in contact with. I reached out, my hand going for the skin exposed between the edges of his open shirt. At the last minute, I grabbed the chopsticks and the box of noodles, digging in to keep my traitorous hands off his body.

As I lifted a scoop of noodles and chicken to my lips, my hands shook and my vision blurred on the chicken, focusing instead on the man.

He ripped the box of chicken from my hands, and the noodle I’d been holding plopped onto his chest, slowly slithering down until Blaise caught it and held it in place against his skin.

Blaise set the box of Chinese food on the nightstand and stretched out on the bed, eyes staring into mine with clear challenge.

I couldn’t take my eyes off where the lone noodle rested against his skin. Stepping forward until I reached his side, I sucked the edge of the long thin strand from his chest into my mouth.

He tipped my face up and took the other end of the noodle, sucking it between his lips, his face drawing closer to mine in the process until our mouths met.

Sparks ripped through my body, igniting an uncontrollable flame.

Blaise flipped me over onto the bed and leaned down over me. “Say it.”

I blinked up at him, my brain cells flowing south to the place that burned for this demon. “Say what?”

“That you want me. For more than just tonight.” His palm cupped my cheek, his lips hovering over mine, his gaze boring into me. “Say it.”

With no more will to fight, I sighed. “Damn it. I want you.”

His mouth crushed mine, his body pressing me into the mattress, his fingers parting the edges of the towel.

My leg slid up the side of his, curling around the back of his calf until my pussy rubbed over the top of his denim-clad thigh. We were close, but not close enough.

His hand cupped one breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then his mouth left mine, traveling downward across my chin, skimming my throat and the top of my chest until his lips found the turgid peak and sucked it hard.

Moaning low in my throat, I arched my back off the comforter, thrusting my breast deeper into his mouth. My other leg wrapped around his waist and squeezed. I wanted him inside me, filling me, stretching my channel with his stiff, hard member, remembering what he’d said. “I don’t believe your equipment is any different than a human’s.” My words came out soft and breathy.

He laughed. “Is that your way of saying ‘show me’?” He leaned back on his arms, smiling down at me.

My tongue slid across my swollen lower lip. I stared at the muscled chest, the ripples of skin stretching over his tight abdomen. If he was going to force me to give this a real try, then I’d get everything out of it that I could. “What the hell. Show me whatcha got, demon.”

His laughter filled the air as he stood beside the bed and shucked his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. When his hands reached for the button on his jeans, I stopped him, shoving his fingers away. I wanted to unveil his cock, to arouse him like he’d aroused me. I wanted him to know the depths of desire and frustration he’d driven me to.

Ever so slowly, I released the button and slid the zipper down over his engorged staff.

His cock sprang free into my palm and my eyes widened. “My, my, demon, looks like you were telling the truth about just what makes demons so…special.”

Blaise ripped the jeans from his legs and pounced on me, pinning my wrists to the pillow.

I reached up and bit his lower lip, dragging him down to me.

His cock poised at my entrance.

My legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his buttocks. “Now.”

“No.”

I frowned, my pussy aching for him.

He pulled back, releasing my hands.

Then he was off the bed and rifling through his pants pockets until he unearthed a foil packet. “We need protection.”

I grabbed the foil pouch and ripped it open with my teeth, like I’d seen it in the one porn movie I’d purchased on a whim. Then I slid the rubber over his cock, having difficulty with his sheer size. The condom only went halfway down before it would go no farther. “Really?”

He shrugged. “Can’t find them big enough.”

Once again pinned to the mattress. I stared up at him. “Are you always so aggressive?”

“Can you believe, I’m holding back?” His words came through gritted teeth.

Oh, yeah, he was struggling to control himself.

A surge of power washed over me, at the same time I fought to keep from begging him to ram that thing into me. “Did I tell you I prefer to be on top? Or is this all part of the he-man-demon-chest-pounding act you put on for all your conquests?”

“You are not a conquest.” In the next second, he was below me and my head was spinning in my new position on top of him.

He grasped my hips and lifted me over his cock.

I positioned myself to take him in, his penis pressing against my entrance. A hot wash of liquid rushed down, trickling from my pussy. I eased down, taking him in a little at time, knowing he’d rip me if he slammed in all at once with his girth and the amount of force he was capable of.

His fingers curled around my hips, squeezing until pain combined with sweet ecstasy. Lower and lower I settled over him, until I felt I could take no more. His shaft stretched my insides so tight even the slightest movement sent a ripple of pleasure and pain.

I tilted up on my knees letting him slide back out of me to the tip before I eased back down over him. I repeated the process, rising and falling, rising and falling, slowly, steadily, his grip strengthening until he stopped me on the downswing.

“I can’t do this,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Do what?” Fear pulled me out of the moment. “You don’t want me?”

“Oh, baby, I want you, but much, much more than this.” He lifted me off him, setting me to the side. Then he was settling me onto my hands and knees. He positioned himself behind me and eased into me. Then he was pumping furiously, in and out. Already well lubricated and stretched, I didn’t rip. He didn’t tear me, only pleasured me beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

The animalistic position, his hands on my bottom, the way he thrust into me with all the power and tenderness of a real man, set me on fire. On his last thrust, he held me tightly against him, his body rigid behind me, his hand fisted in my hair.

The power, the intensity, the roughness all gave me a rush of excitement, triggering a cataclysmic orgasm. The tingling began in my toes, spreading inward to where our bodies joined. Every part of my body shook with the force of our combined passion.

Blaise eased me down to my stomach without breaking our bond, rolling us to the side where he spooned me, holding me close against his chest, his breath stirring the hair across my cheek. I didn’t even realize he was looking at the picture on my nightstand until he spoke again.

“Where is your family, sweet Katya?”

I stiffened. “Dead.”

“Even the little boy in the picture?”

“He disappeared shortly after that picture was taken.” I could recall my mother’s tears and endless suffering like it was yesterday.

“His loss broke your mother’s heart, didn’t it?”

“More than my father deserting us.” With my back to Blaise, it was easier to give voice to some of the pain that had built over the years. “After he threw us away, he’s lucky my mom bothered to give a damn about him at all.”

He brushed a tendril of my hair away from my face and pressed a kiss there. “Perhaps your father had good reason to leave. Perhaps he left to protect you.”

“You’re ruining the mood.” When I started to move away, his arms tightened around me.

“My mistake. Please. Stay. I promise, no more questions…tonight.”

After a few moments, I relaxed again and finally drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely devoid of the usual nightmare. Always the same. My brother standing in a dark alley, holding his hand out to me, calling my name. Every time I reached for him, he disappeared. And every time, my heart broke a little more. I’d awaken, my pillow soaked with tears.

Not this time. I awoke to the fragrant aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Although where it had come from was beyond me. My pantry stayed in a pathetic state of empty. Why keep food that would only go bad? I didn’t cook. What I needed, I could get pre-cooked at one of the local diners or markets.

But this morning with sunshine peeking through the corner of my blinds, I couldn’t think of anything I’d like better than to drink a cup of coffee in bed…with Blaise…and maybe…

No. No. No. I had to get past this longing for him. When the investigation was over, I planned to go my way, and he his own. I wasn’t good at relationships and I already had too much on my plate balancing living in a new city and, since yesterday, working a new job.

Now, if we were talking casual sex…that was an entirely different subject. I might be convinced…. But he’d told me that wasn’t what he wanted.

The demon of my thoughts appeared, as naked as I was and completely relaxed, bearing a tray with two coffee mugs and two bagels slathered in cream cheese. “Do you always overanalyze first thing in the morning?” he asked.

My insides quivered. I wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel that warmth again and experience the explosion of sensations from the night before. “When I’ve had sex the night before with a paranorm, I think it’s justified.” I pushed the sheet aside and stood, reaching for the mug he proffered, fighting the urge to cover my nakedness. Hell, he’d already seen me in my birthday suit, and he wore nothing with no shame. Why not me?

I’m glad you feel that way
. He smiled over his cup of coffee.
You don’t need to hide such a beautiful body.

“Get out of my head, demon.” I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling a hint of a headache coming on.

Blaise held up his hand. “I’ll comply, if you’ll answer one question.”

My eyes narrowed. “I’m making no promises.” Then I shook my head. “Why does it matter? You’ll just read my mind for the answer anyway.”

“Do you want me?”

His words cut through to my core, sending shivers of desire throughout my body. “Damn it. I have a job to do. Yes. I want you. But that means nothing. I want this coffee and bagel too. So what?”

He nodded and held the bagel out to me. “Eat. We have to be at the precinct in twenty minutes.”

“What?” I shoved the bagel aside and ran for the bathroom. “You could have woken me earlier.” I raked a brush through my hair and scraped it up in a serviceable ponytail.

“But you were so beautiful sleeping.” He leaned in the doorway. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Did I call you names?” I ran a toothbrush over my teeth and dodged around Blaise. “Do you mind? I could stand a little privacy.”

He held out the thong panties I’d dug out of my drawer the night before.

I snatched them from his hand and slipped them on. “Aren’t you going to the station, too?”

“I’ll be ready before you.”

My brows rose, but I didn’t argue, continuing in my mad dash around my bedroom plucking clothes from my closet and drawers. “How do you know we are to be at the station in…” I glanced at the clock. “…fifteen minutes?”

He still leaned against the wall as naked as he’d been five minutes before, sipping his coffee. “I called. They had a detail assigned to Victor Stewart’s apartment last night.”

I paused in buttoning my blouse. “And?”

“Nothing happened. He never left.”

“So, we’re still going to talk to him today, aren’t we?”

“Yes, after we stop by the station. Detective Thomas wants us to check in with him first and give him an update on what happened last night.”

My heart flipped over in my chest as all that
happened
the night before raced through my mind. None of which had to do with the investigation, but all of which involved what had occurred in my bed. I gulped and refocused. “Are you going like that?” Just staring at his naked body had my mouth watering and my pulse hammering through my veins.