How to Love a Blue Demon (30 page)

“Tease,” he whispered, sounding
a hair stronger.

She grinned around his cock, loving the smile on his face, the happy lines at the corners of his eyes that had replaced the lines of strain between his brows.
She felt a stirring inside herself, and instinctively knew that he felt it too.

“Yes, my dear. You feel our bond.”

It was her turn to groan, and her sucking grew voracious. She drew on his flesh as if she would draw the magic out, not help to put it back in, but that’s what happened. The more animalistic she became, the livelier he grew.

She let the tip
of his cock flirt with the back of her throat for awhile, then brought her hands into play around his shaft, concentrating her mouth on the cap and stroking one strong pulsing vein beneath the head with her tongue. He began to shudder, arms and legs shifting restlessly on the bed, and she hummed her satisfaction, knowing he was close. Suddenly he thrust up and groaned, but she was ready and didn’t choke. She swallowed him down and with eyes closed lazily cleaned the head of his cock with her tongue.

When she opened her eyes he was smiling at her. A restful smile. He still seemed weak, but not nearly as shattered as
before. He stretched, his long, muscular body testing the limits of the bed and looking unreasonable gorgeous for a demon who had been so close to deaths door.

He opened his arms to her. “Lie with me.”

“On top of you in bed?”

He nodded. “Please. I need to be close to you.”

“I’ll bet,” she teased. “I’m the best pain pill you’ve ever had in your life.”

He laughed softly
, nuzzling her happily when she lay in his arms. “I suppose that’s true, but you are much more than that, my dear.”

After awhile
Cass moved to rise but he tightened his grip.

“Why do you move?”

“So you can stretch out properly in this narrow ass bed.”

“
No. Please stay. Until you gave me release do you know how I felt?”

She shook her head.

“It felt like when I first came to Earth, and I materialized inside Lee’s body after the accident. It was horribly tight, restrictive. Until this stabbing I’d never experienced pain like that. Only this time, in addition to the pain there was this wretched heat, and I could only get away from it when you were here, touching me with cool water, or running your hands over my body.”

Cass went still at the mention of Lee’s name, and for
a long moment only the rhythmic beep of the hospital machines broke the peace.

Neither said anything for awhile. They just lay there, lazily touching.
Cass relished this opportunity to stroke him. Usually as soon as she started he was on her, but now he was too weak to do more than watch as she enjoyed his body, and she did, thoroughly, heady with the knowledge that her pleasure in his beauty was also healing.

“Do you still mourn him, my dear?”

Cass sighed. “I think of him, yes. Am I sorry that he’s dead, absolutely. Do I miss him? No.”

“You should
not feel guilty for this.”

“But I do.”

“Why?” He touched her back comfortingly.

She sh
rugged, frowning. “I feel like I should miss him more, or something. We were together for a long time. But,” she shook her head.

“But I am here now.”

She gave him a sweet, sad smile. “Yes. You are, demon. And my mind’s full up with you.”

They moved closer at the same moment, snuggling easily despite the confines of the bed.
They kissed lazily until –

Sire? You’re conscious.

Eyoen smiled. He could hear his servant’s relief.
Yes, Rierdane. I am feeling much better. What is it?

The hospital
staff has been trying to get into the room for the past 20 minutes. I’ve turned them away, but –

Let them pass in one minute.

“Cass, help me to dress,” he whispered against her lips. “The nurse is coming.”

“Oh!” She jumped up and snatched his gown from the chair.
They grinned at each other as they fumbled it over his head and smoothed the bed clothes in place. By the time the nurse appeared, Cass was sitting innocently in the chair holding his hand.

“Wel
l, don’t you look better,” the woman smiled, prepping to take his temperature. “Looks like all you needed to break that fever was a visit from your fiancé, huh?”

“Yes,” Eyoen grinned, unintentionally dazzling the woman.

“Tone it down, kid,” Cass whispered in his ear. “Are you trying to land her in the hospital? That bed’s barely big enough for two. Three and we’ll all end up on the floor.”

He just chuckled, blinking innocently at the nurse and making shameful use of his long la
shes as she tended him.

“Do you think I can go home s
oon?” He asked.

“Well, I don’t think so, you did have that fever, and,” she petered out, and Cass knew Eyoen was messing with the woman’s mind. “But why don’t I call the doctor
, and we’ll see what he says, okay?”

“That would be wonderful.”

After she left, Eyoen grinned wickedly at Cass and said, “You know, if you make me come again, I think I’ll have enough strength to bust out of here.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Cass laughed. “Well, then. I guess I better loosen up my jaw then hadn’t I?”

Eyoen was weak as a kitten when he was released from the hospital three hours and two, lengthy and thorough blow jobs later, but he was happy. Ecstatically happy. Cass had yet to release his hand. She maintained contact at all times, and his magic was slowly but steadily returning.

His pain was also less,
though not gone, but he hid the worst of it from Cass. Only Rierdane knew that the residue from the lead still coursing through his veins made every movement a trial. He leaned on his servant more heavily than he ever had anyone in his entire life. He might as well have been a baby again the way he was being carried.

“You know it is my pleasure to assist you, sire.”

Eyoen just grunted.

“I shall have to go home so
on, my dear,” he said, when he and Cass were tucked into bed.

He’d showered
with her help, enjoyed his fourth blow job of the evening, and had insisted on petting her to orgasm.

“Yeah?”

“It will help me get back to my full strength, and I feel a pull,” he admitted.

“What’s that mean?”

“I don’t know. Do you remember that day when you asked me what was wrong? I was rubbing my chest, and you asked if I had a pain.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I have that pain again.”

“Yeah. It’s called a stab wound.”

“No, no. This is different, and it’s telling me that I need to go home.”

“Well, I guess you should listen to it. I’ve got a lot of work to do before I can take off though.”

“Yes? I will help you.”

“Okay
, but I don’t know how much help you’ll be, it’s music and show prep, and shit for that commercial.”

She felt him smile against her neck. “You’d be surprised how helpful I can be.”

Eyoen was right. She stayed in bed with him until well past noon the next day, making him come several times until he felt well enough to engage in a short, gentle bout of lovemaking that cheered him immensely. Afterward she rose to fix them food, which she insisted he eat in bed. By one o’clock he was looking well enough that she let him leave the room to play cards with Boyd.

“You’re a jinx,” Boyd told Cass. “First Lee got hit by a car, now Eyoen got stabbed. Whenever we leave this house I’m staying at least 10 feet away from your ass.”

Cass and Priti burst out laughing. Eyoen glared at Boyd, who laughed too and quietly said, “Tunq. You lose, brother.”

Cass spent the rest of the night in her studio and on the phone.
Eyoen was never far from her elbow. On the one hand being near her actually did make him feel better. Her energy was instinctively feeding his now that his system had been weakened. On the other, he had no desire to be parted from her. While she practiced and took care of business, he and Rierdane pushed ahead with his plans for the spa.

“Are you sure it’ll only be like I was gone a few days, even if I spend weeks with you on your star?”

Eyoen nodded. “Actually weeks likely would only translate to hours. You would have to stay for months to be gone a few days. And it will take a week just to familiarize you with the palace and grounds. We likely won’t be able to see half the star in a month.”

“Is it that big?”

“Cyanus is the size of Chicago roughly times 10.”

“Shit,” she breathed. “I can’t imagine it.
Tell me about it.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything! Something. I know nothing. Tell me about the people, your family, the clothes, the food.”

“Well,” he began. “My family is large.
I have many brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews and cousins and aunts, etc. Most of them live in the palace. Cyanians are hard working and good, for the most part. Commerce is very important, so we spend most of our time tending to our various shops and business arrangements. Certain families are usually in the same business. My family is in the import, export business primarily, and we trade off world, but we have a number of businesses on star as well. Some of my siblings have adopted professions outside their royal duties. The clothes are loose and comfortable, a combination of silk and cotton-like fabrics, only sheer. Tight clothes are not worn.”

“
Not ever?”

He shook his head. “If you wore those jeans on Cyanus, demons would be shocked.”

“Men’s and women’s clothes are sheer?”

“Yes, and monochromatic.”

“And everyone’s skin is blue.”

“Yes.
Though there are different shades, and only those with royal blood bear my shade of blue. You will be quite a novelty. Only those who can afford to space travel or who visit our library have seen creatures with non blue skin.”

“What about movies, TV?”

“We don’t have any of that. And,” he hesitated.

“What?”

He looked sheepish. “Well, there is no music on the star, my dear.”

Cass
stared at him. If it had been a cartoon, birds would have started chirping. “When you said that before I thought you meant – are you kidding?”

He shook his head apologetically.

“There’s no music at all?” She was appalled.

“No. We’ve learned about it from other cultures, but I’m afraid most Cyani are tone deaf.”

“That is absolutely horrible. Wait a minute. What will they do when I play? I can’t just be gone for months and not bring my guitar. I haven’t gone more than 48 hours without touching my strings in over a decade.”

“
Actually, I thought you might teach the people a little something about music. Perhaps you could put on a show?”

She considered that. “Okay
. It’s not against the law or anything is it? Playing music?”

Eyoen laughed. “What do you think my home is? That town in Footloose?”

She grinned at him. “How the hell would I know? I know nothing about a place that doesn’t have music. What do you do for fun?”

“We are very competitive, so there are lots of sporting events. And we have theater.”

“How can you have theater and no music?”

“Well, you’re right actually, that’s about the only place you will find any
thing approaching music. And then it’s only a series of sounds here or there for emphasis or to facilitate plot. It’s not that we don’t like music, it’s just that for the sake of the peace, we’ve had to do without it.”

“Come again?”

“Most demons really are tone deaf, my dear. It’s an unavoidable flaw in our makeup. And most demons seem to like music, a lot. So, if it’s played we wouldn’t be able to help ourselves from singing along or trying to play. Then someone else’s peace would be disturbed, and that is against the law.”

“You know
, that sounds completely crazy. You punish people for noise pollution for having bad voices?”

“I’m afraid so.”

She laughed. “Ya’ll must be pretty bad singers.”

Eyoen rolled his eyes. “You have no idea. So you see, your musical ability is just one more reason why m
y people will love you.”

“I just hope your mother likes me.”

The Queen would indeed like Cass. But the Queen liked almost everyone. Except perhaps the elders who were aggravating her beyond reason as she tried to carry out some of her husband’s duties.

It wasn’t that they thought her incapable, at least, she hoped that was not the case. But they certainly seemed to think she was in need of their advice. On everything. At every moment. No matter how m
any times she told them she did not!