Strum: virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster (The Squirm Files) (7 page)

The hallways for books were endless. Doorway illustrations gave hints as to what would be inside. Heaving bosoms
, ballroom dresses, and kilts were on the historical romance door. Once through that doorway, there was yet another corridor and more doors leading to more subgenres like highlanders and regency. The science fiction doorway showed lasers and aliens. They went down corridor after corridor, opening doors, alert for anything odd, trying to appear like normal curious shoppers in the crowd toddling through the Zon.

After yet another fruitless search,
Zagan held up his hand. “This is getting us nowhere. I’ve seen nothing that suggests a book that can alter reality has been through here.”

He drew out his cell phone and texted three times
. Then he lowered the phone.

*
Nothing?* Dangerous Bob cocked his head.

“No. They’re n
ot answering. I figure we have three choices. Blunder about trying to find them, or we can stay here, still with no clue, or I can enhance my power and see what I can detect.” He turned and studied Virginia, swung his gold guitar off his back and propped it against the wall.

Oh-oh.
She took a step away and hit a door. Cornered.
What an unexpected development. Not.

“Good choice,”
Zagan murmured. “Contemporary urban fantasy.” Then he was on her, taking her wrists in his grasp and pinning them above her head with one hand.

Fuck.
She didn’t like this, did she? Being grabbed by a vibrant, shirtless, male demon who she knew wanted to have his dirty, smutty way with her?

Even if
her panties were damper than a swamp full of alligators in monsoon season, she was still outraged. As a woman with a valid virgin card, she would protest vigorously.

The yawn in the back of her mind warned her.
Protest? You mean like this? Oh no! Save me, save me!

The
tasering effect hadn’t lasted long enough. Her conscience cross sneering-inner-onlooker had returned.

Sneering? That hurt me
, sweetums. P.S Monsoons are in India. Alligators are not.

Ignoring it seemed the best choice when her priority needed t
o be getting loose and running.

“Where do I bite you first?”
Zagan smiled as he looked her over. “Neck?” He moved closer until his body mass pinned her too.

A little wriggle of her pelvis assured her that she was fastened there well and truly.
It also told her his cock was well and truly hard. Thoughts of escaping went bye byes. She whimpered.

“Can’t get away?
Hmm? Poor girl.”

He bit the side of her neck
. His teeth sank in, hurting her, but in a nice way that sent throbs through her muscle. So deliciously primal. Her gasp seemed to amuse him.

She was going to lose her virgin card.

“You mustn’t do this!”

“Must
n’t I?”

Dangerous Bob
had developed an acute interest in a door that went to war stories. Crush was watching them avidly, as if this was better than any TV channel he’d ever seen.

She
showed her teeth to both him and Zagan.

“The kitty cat snarls?”
Zagan kicked the door open and hustled her through backward. The door clicked shut and they were alone. “Let’s see if I can be your urban fantasy.”

“Wait, wait.” The determination in his gaze was both daunting and
exhilarating. Her heart was already doing a tango on fast forward.

He’d let go of her wrists but she figured she’d not get far if she ran. Plus she’d likely trip
, sprain an ankle, sprawl on her face...then he’d pounce on her, wrench down her tights, worm his hand between her legs and a finger up inside, she’d be sooo wet, and tight...she’d squeal, then come enough times to make a porn star jealous... She sighed and cleared her throat.

From the back of her mind came heavy breathing.

Well, that was a first. Her inner voice was speechless.

S
he couldn’t help checking her demon out. The pasties had disappeared in a puff of flame and smoke. The fiery pattern on his bare chest had gone into intense burn and churn mode – enough that she wondered if he’d feel hot if she ran a finger around those nipples, or a tongue.

Zagan
had a distinctive aroma that struck her whenever she breathed in this close to him. She took another sniff. Yes. Brimstone and magic with a hint of down and dirty sex, like he’d accidentally put a condom in the toaster.

She shook her head.

“I never said yes...to whatever you have in mind.”

“True. But I’m about to coerce a yes from those
sweet, luscious lips.” This time after he held her against the wall, he bit the upper swell of her breast.

“
Zagan!” Her knees wobblified, a condition that really should be in the medical journals.

“F
irst, this comes off.” He grabbed the sides of her T-shirt and quickly stripped it off over her head.

She covered her breasts.

“Now we’re both a little naked.” He whistled and pulled her hands away. “Let me see. Nice tits. Nice lacy red bra. Love your color scheme. Red’s my favorite too.”

“
That
is your chat up romance line?”

“Do I need one?” He spun her so she faced the wall and molded hi
mself to her, trapping her again.

“Yes, you do,
” she managed to squeak.

Ther
e was no way she could get free. With each heartbeat, the heat from his body throbbed deeper into her. Something stiff pressed between her butt cheeks. She swore she could hear his cock.
Throb, throb.

Psychiatric
help required STAT.

“Karl needs us to do this, Virginia.”

She
sucked in a shuddery breath.

Ohmigod
. Something was slithering up her side. If this was a part of Zagan, it wasn’t his cock, not unless it was detachable and operated by remote control.

“I want to be inside you so bad. My cock in you,
my cum in you. My name on your pretty lips. I want to be so close to you no one will be able to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.”

She thought that through. “
As in smooshed together like amoebas do it?”

“You could put it that way.”

“Sort of Vulcan mind meld plus superglue?”

“Kinky. I like where this is heading.”

“If we need surgery afterward to get us apart, it’s a no.”

With his fingers raked into her hair, he dragged her head around.
“You do know you don’t have a choice?”

The
slithery thing nudged at her tights as if looking for the way in. She wiggled her butt and tried to deter it. “Zagan!”

“Yes?”

“Do I need bug spray? There’s something poking at me down there.” His chuckle made her bristle. “What?”

“That’s my tail, dear girl. I’ve decided
since I can’t come inside your cunt, I’ll fuck you with my tail.”

Tail?
She thought fast. He was a demon.
Tail, tail, tail.
All she could think of was cartoons. “Is it red with a barb at the end?”

“
Close. Not wanting to scare you, but it’s alive with fire, like my markings.” That baritone voice and what he meant to do to her, made her pussy moisten and her nipples bunch up like pencil rubbers aiming to erase graffiti from the wall.

H
er nose was getting squashed. She turned her head, breathing heavily through parted lips and finding she had a nice appreciation for the way he’d caught her between a hard demon and a hard wall.

Zagan
kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue slipped in at the same time his tail gave up on pulling down her tights and slid between her legs. She gasped. It prodded harder. Cloth ripped and without further ado, it rammed determinedly up inside her. Thick. Thicker than she’d thought it was. The ridges of the barb tormented her as the tail squirmed into her pussy, driving a tunnel through her slickness. Pleasure ripped through her.

She
thrust her ass back at him but her thighs shook so much that she sagged a little down the wall.

“Oh yeah.
I can feel that. So fucking good.” The rasp of his words said he was loving this too. “You know what? I can taste every molecule of you with my tail, and it tells me you’ve got zero residue from my cum. So I think it’s safe to do this too.”

“
Do whut?” Her brain had fuzzed out, what with his tail invading her most intimate place.

Her tights ripped again and
, shocking her awake, his fingers probed her other hole. One sank slowly in past the tightness, relaxing her slowly.

She groaned.

He’s going to fuck both your holes.
Her inner voice giggled.
Go, go, go.

There was something infinitely
pervy about an inner voice that wanted to watch.

“I can’t stop myself, baby. Hang on for the ride.
I can tell from the responses of your little hole that you’ve done this before.”

Her eyes widened. She had?
She’d done anal? And she’d forgotten? Whoever arranged her amnesia was in deep trouble. “I did?”

“
Yeah, you did. And you will.”

Then his cock was probing at her too, dead center on that forbidden entrance, which
apparently wasn’t as forbidden as she recalled.

“More,” he c
roaked. His cock, as hot as could be without frying her, and his devilish tail, both forged inward.

“Wait, wait.” Despera
te, not thinking too well, she burbled out. “Isn’t lube needed for
that
? I mean, I heard it was.” She panted some more, whining, he wasn’t stopping, not yet. “And aren’t you too big for
there
?”

He laughed. “
That
and
there
? I’m just right. You can take it. Lube is for humans.” As his teeth fastened on her nape, his hand smoothed its way down her belly, all the way to clit territory.

What with the double fucking
of her pussy and ass going on, and now her clit getting a gentle massage with the V of his fingers, and the tip of them, and now those fingers were circling, and pressing, and
unngh
.

She
lost track of thoughts and presented her ass outward so she could get more of him in her.

“That’s it.
Take me. Take all of me. I don’t need lube, Virginia, because I have natural lube.”

“Convenient,” she gurgled. When she fluttered her eyes open he was watching her intently.

“Being a sex demon has advantages. Who needs lube when you have lava?”

“What?
Lava? You’re not really –” She found her mouth taken by his in a possessive, silencing kiss.

Fuck.
What this demon could do with his tail. As the rhythm of sex took them both, his tail surged back and forth, fucking her in spirals, in tandem with his enormous hot cock, even in corkscrew, as if she was a tight bottle needing to be plugged. Her moisture dripped out when his tail withdrew, along with whatever demon juice he’d taken her ass with. The rear and inner thighs of her tights dampened as the wetness dribbled down her. Her mouth was open but she’d forgotten how to kiss him despite him fucking her there too with his long tongue.

She was drowning in sex.
The sounds of him slapping into her. The wet noises. The pain of his bites and hair pulling. The sting when his tail or cock was too rough. The primitive smell of mating. Her mind shut down. Fucking didn’t need it.

Pleasure rose, humming through her from where he shoved himself into her, widening her, making her body into his sex toy. She panted, moaned
, and even squeaked her way to the edge of a climax. Her body ached for that last, exquisite surge. That push. The need was
there
, pulsing, filling her.

“Come for me,”
he told her at precisely the right moment.

Wasn’t any stopping
it. With her lips parted and her eyes sightless, she came, arching, crying out his name. The orgasm blasted away all coherent thought.

Zagan
kept thrusting into her, a relentless machine ridden by the directives of sex. Tail and cock, in and out, fucking her, until he too cried out his release. His cum pumped inside her, hotter than hell, triggering another wave of pleasure.

She was his
, totally and thoroughly fucked.

He hugged her to him as they
panted their way back to reality.

“Let me go
.” She licked drool from her lips.

“Why? Your legs are shaking. You’ll slide down the wall.”