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  What would it feel like against her lips? Without conscious thought, she moved closer, lifting on her toes to press a kiss against his chin. Just one, letting her lips linger, to see what he’d do. The answer was nothing. Hands at his side, he stayed frozen in place, letting her do what she wanted.

  Game on.

  A small smile curving her lips, she kissed him again and then dipped her tongue into the slight cleft in the center of his chin. He tensed at the soft brush, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

  “You don’t play fair,” his complaint was ragged and nowhere near human. The deep timbre sent a shiver of excitement right to her clit. She pressed closer, rubbed her full breasts against his chest and kissed him again. Her lips explored along his jaw and trailed down onto his neck.

  “Since when did you expect that, Raterrenh?” She nipped his earlobe gently. “I’m not nice. I’m a dragon. Remember? And I want this…I want you. Now, are we going up or do I need to go back to the club to find that huma—”

  She didn’t finish the words. He snarled and his lips crashed down over hers, tongue forcing them apart so he could drive within. Heat and need blasted through her as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. She clutched at his shoulders for support, feeling the ground tilt beneath her feet and the air rush past them.

  “Wow,” she murmured when he broke the kiss. “I’ve heard of rocking someone’s world but that was…”

  It was only when he pressed her backward against the cool glass of her own balcony doors that she realized they were no longer on the sidewalk. She blinked. Her apartment was the penthouse, this balcony only accessible from the air…

  His lips quirked a moment before he bent his head and claimed her lips again. This time all bets were off. He used every inch of his body against hers, hard frame pressing her softer one against the glass. Still he didn’t touch her, hands placed either side of her head. The night air coiled around them, and she summoned shadows, using them to tug at his shirt and slide beneath to reach his skin.

  He shivered, pulling away to nip at her full lower lip. “Playing games, Baby? Sure you want to go there with me?”

  She used a tendril to wrap around and tweak his nipple. “Always.”

  The growl came out of nowhere, his face hard, implacable. She was beginning to realize it was a mask and the fires within ran deep. Hell kind of deep. “You’re not as innocent as you smell.”

  She shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve lived countless times, watching from my sleeping place. Lived and died and loved. This body is innocent. I am not.”

  “Good.” His grin spread over his face slowly. The effect made her catch her breath. He wasn’t merely an immortal…he was a dark god sent to tempt her into sin. “Because that lets me do this…”

  He hijacked her shadow tendrils, edging them with fire that didn’t burn to wrap around her wrists. She gasped as they were hauled above her head and held firmly. Trapped. Helpless. At his mercy.

  Oh hell yes! Her clit ached in approval and her breathing hitched as he dropped to his knees in front of her. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you.”

  His big hands looped around her ankles and urged them farther apart. A wash of cooler air kissed her inner thighs and she bit her lip. Then she bit it harder when his hands stroked up her legs.

  “Stockings…that was just fucking low. How was I supposed to resist when I saw these peeking out?” he asked, fingertips tracing the edge of the lace where it peeped from under her hem.

  For a moment, he seemed content to do just that, but then he flattened his palms over her thighs, fingers sliding under her hem and pushing upward. Her dress caught on his strong wrists, carried over her hips by the movement.

  Her cheeks burned with heat as he uncovered her, revealing the suspenders and the tiny matching thong panties. The growl and bite of his fingers into the flesh of her hips told her he liked them.

  “These have to go.” His voice was deep and nonhuman, the demon tones whispering across her skin and reaching her clit hidden beneath the thin satin. Tangling his fingers in the thin straps, he yanked. There was a thin bite of pain as they snapped, her pussy exposed to the night air as he discarded the ruined garment behind him.

  He looked at her and she quivered, her stomach full of butterflies. She’d never done this, not really, and certainly not in this body, her real body. Did he like what he saw? Was she…normal for a human female?

  “Beautiful,” he breathed. Moving forward, he hooked a hand behind one of her knees and looped it over his shoulder. His hot breath washed over her pussy lips and she sucked a breath in. Was he going to… Oh god, he was going to…

  His hand around her other knee made her squeak, sure she was going to fall as he looped her remaining leg over his shoulder, carrying all her weight.

  “No…I’m too heavy!” she argued, but the bonds around her wrists held her firmly, extra tendrils wrapping around her forearms as she sagged between them and his knees.

  “You weigh less than a feather.” The words were puffs of air against her pussy. His wide shoulders kept her legs parted and he reached between them to part her lower lips gently. Her clit throbbed as it was revealed to the air and his gaze.

  “You’re hot and wet for me already. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” he murmured and leaned in to sweep his tongue over her.

  A jolt of pleasure sizzled through her and her hips bucked, as though eager to offer more of herself to him. Liquid heat rolled through her veins, rendering her weak. He rumbled deeply in his throat, crowding closer as he circled her clit. Little licks alternated with longer ones, from her slit to her clit, but he avoided where she needed him most. Her clit throbbed, needing more, needing anything.

  Big hands cupped her ass, holding her opened to him, her hips angled where he desired. His tongue swept down to probe the entrance to her body. She couldn’t breathe, her lungs frozen as he circled. Endless circles around her needy cunt. She wanted to scream at him to get on with it, to buck and thrash against him as the tension within her built and built.

  He stabbed his tongue deep, thrust it within the grasp of her needy body, and she rewarded him with a rush of heat. He growled, agile tongue stroking and sliding within her. Stronger and thicker than she remembered from her illicit ride-alongs, but he was a demon…

  He pulled back just as she thought she was going to crack and licked the length of her lips. His tongue brushed her clit, just once, and she almost broke there and then. With a chuckle, he latched on to the small nub of nerves. Wet heat surrounded her, the experience so erotic and wonderful she arched against him.

  He sucked, and she cried out in need, but he didn’t stop. Lips firm around her clit, he sucked and flicked the little bundle with his tongue. Her body moved of its own accord, hips bucking to ride the pleasure he offered her. His hands moved from her ass cheeks, sliding inward. Parting her pussy lips, he thrust a finger deep within her soaked channel, pumping leisurely as he built her pleasure with his lips and tongue.

  She lost control of her breathing, panting and straining against him. Pleasure the likes of which she’d never experienced filled her body. Who knew sex could be this good? It certainly hadn’t been in all the lives she’d witnessed. Perhaps it was something to do with this being her body, not someone else’s.

  He let go of her clit and pulled his finger away at the same time. She pouted in disappointment but his words filled her with fire. “Fuck, you’re so tight, sweetheart. I need to make sure you can take all of me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t,” she panted, straining against her bonds again.

  They didn’t budge, merely wound their way farther down her arms. When they reached her shoulders, they wrapped around her collarbones and slithered lower, under the fabric of her dress…reaching her breasts. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks as the tendrils found and tweaked them. A line of fire arrowed through her body, pulling on her clit, and she groaned.

  “Rat…please…” She wasn’
t above begging, not now.

  He moved, big muscles bunching in his shoulders. She barely had time to draw breath before he latched on to her clit again. This time, though, he wasn’t playing. He attacked the bunch of nerves ruthlessly. Sucked, licked, and flicked. He thrust two fingers deep into her aching pussy and finger fucked her.

  Her need spiraled out of control, driving her up and up. Tension filled her body and she knew as soon as it broke she’d be awash with the kind of pleasure she’d only dreamed of.

  She couldn’t wait. Couldn’t hold on. Couldn’t reach it without him…

  He growled, the vibrations heavenly against her clit. His fingers deep within her curled back and massaged her G-spot. She squirmed, panting. Needing to come. A thick finger pressed against her ass. Slick with her juices, he stroked and pressed against her back entrance. She couldn’t breathe as her body slipped out of her control. He breeched her, slipping just inside.

  She screamed. Pleasure crashed into her, shattering over her and filling her. Wave after wave of ecstasy as her body convulsed around his fingers. Then they were gone and he was there, wrapping strong arms around her.

  “Shhh, sweetheart. I got you,” he murmured, pinning her to the glass door. She barely registered they were both naked and her bonds were gone. More demon magic. She didn’t care about that, nor the fact she had her legs wrapped around his waist.

  What she did care about was the fact that the position nestled the hard bar of his cock in the slick, wet lips of her pussy. Biting her lip, she rocked her hips, sliding along that rigid staff and rubbing the head against her clit.

  “Oh…god. That feels…”

  She couldn’t finish, enthralled by the tight look on his face. Somewhere between pleasure and torture, he let her dry-hump his cock. He let her rub herself against him until her breathing hitched again. How could she be so uncontrolled around him?

  “Amazing. It feels amazing.”

  “Fuck!”

  One word, full of need and heat. He stopped her motion by pinning her between his solid body and the door. She looked up and his gaze pierced her, holding her motionless. Her clit throbbed where it was trapped between them.

  Still holding her gaze, he bent his knees and repositioned himself. Her teeth caught her lower lip as the broad head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her pussy. Thick and wide, she worried she wouldn’t be able to take it. For all her bravado, she’d never actually done this in the flesh.

  “Shhhh…I’ll be gentle,” he promised, flicking his bangs out of his eyes. Gathering her up, he took all her weight in his arms. Then, little by little, he eased her onto his cock. The wide head parted her, stretching the delicate tissues wider and wider. She held her breath, anticipating the pain of her first time.

  “Relax,” he whispered, rocking back, and the pressure was gone. When it returned, her body gave and he slipped within her half an inch. His nostrils flared and he did it again, working himself in a little bit more. The sensation, the feeling of flesh against slick flesh and sliding nerves that had never been touched, drew a moan from her. This time he didn’t pull back. He merely pushed harder and filled her in one long, slow slide.

  “Fuck,” he whispered when his hips met hers and he stilled. “You…I…you feel so fucking good.”

  Hands braced on his shoulders to push him away in case she needed to, she nodded. It felt…there were no words. His cock throbbed within her, heat and sin made flesh. But still her body ached, needed something more…

  “Move,” she ordered, sliding her hands around the back of his neck and pulling him down to her. “Fuck me. Make me come again.”

  * * *

  Being inside Baby at last was like nothing Rat had ever experienced. He’d been with a lot of women in his time, but none exuded the same mixture of innocence and decadence as his little queenling.

  One moment she blushed like the virgin she was, and the next she demanded he fuck her. His beastly nature urged him to do just that. She was a dragon. Her human body could take the kind of punishment that would kill a real human. He couldn’t do it, though; he could never bring her pain, not even when taking her innocence.

  The thought of that had his cock swelling even more. He was used to being the first demon a lover had, but to be the first man ever…he wanted to howl his male triumph to the moon like some damn werewolf.

  “Make you come? I can do that,” he rasped and pulled back, almost all the way out. Even that, the slide of his cock in her sweet, tight cunt, almost crossed his eyes. Not leaving the haven of her body, he thrust back in again, careful not to use his full strength. He slid home and filled her, memorizing the little tic at the corner of her lips as she tried not to moan her pleasure.

  “Let it out, Baby,” he whispered. “I want to hear how I make you feel. I want to hear your pleasure as I fuck you. Because you like fucking. Don’t you? You like the feeling of my cock deep within you, sliding in and out…”

  He matched action to words, seducing her with both his body and his mouth. She whimpered, eyes closed as he pressed her back against the door. He took her as hard and fast as he dared.

  Harder than he wanted, but the silken embrace of her body around his cock blew his mind. His good intentions slipped, one by one, until his hips slammed against hers and still her cries of pleasure urged him to move harder and faster.

  “More…” she demanded, looking into his eyes. Her grip on his shoulders had gone from clinging to using them for leverage as she drove herself down his cock. She used his body so she could ride him harder. Her glorious hair, the color of flame, surrounded them like a cape, caressing his skin as much as the tendrils of shadow swirled around them. Tendrils that shivered in pleasure as he set his thighs wider apart and used his grip on the back of her neck to impale her on his cock in a swift move.

  “Like that, sweetheart?”

  He did it again when she gasped, her little nails scoring his back and drawing blood. The pleasure pain shot through his body like a drug. The cords in his neck snapped into high relief as he did it again, and again. “Fuck!”

  He needed more. More of her touch. His very soul ached to come within her, to empty his seed deep within her and have it take root. He lost all sense of rhythm, driving upward with a primal thrust that drew a scream from her lips. Her expression tightened, her lips parting in increasing need as she lifted and slammed herself down over him. Cock buried in her up to the hilt, she rolled her hips, pressing against his.

  Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she came. He stuttered, hardly able to move…all his senses hijacked by the tightness of her pussy. Dragging his hips back through that tight grip was almost enough to make him lose it there and then, but he managed, and then shoved forward again.

  His climax hit like a bolt from the blue. It slammed into him less than a second after he’d sheathed himself in her rippling heat. It tore through his body, ripping apart every cell and filling them with fire. It turned him inside out until pleasure and the woman in his arms were all there was, all there would ever be, and all he ever wanted.

  How long he stayed like that he didn’t know. An hour, a month, an eternity, or a few seconds. It didn’t matter. He knew this wasn’t the last time he would have her. Even if he had to tear apart the world to do it, this woman was his.

  Staggering forward, he used the door behind her for support and drew in a ragged breath as he looked down into her equally stunned eyes. Managing a half grin, he asked, “Ready for round two? In the bed this time?”

  She nodded and he had to suppress the surge of triumph. Not bothering to alter his grip, he waved a hand to open the door and walked through with her still impaled on his cock.

  One night. He’d deal with everything else in the morning, but for tonight…

  She was all his.

  Chapter 7

  Did she look any different?

  The next morning Baby stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom and studied her reflection intently. Rat was still asleep, s
prawled all over her bed, so she’d taken the opportunity to slip out and grab a shower and some time to reflect.

  She leaned forward, searching her reflection’s eyes. She didn’t look any different. She’d thought she would after… memories of Rat taking her last night filled her mind, the images playing through her head x-rated and carnal enough to bring a blush to her cheeks. She couldn’t believe the things they’d done… having a demon be her first had definitely been the right decision. He really knew what he was doing and had barely let her get any sleep. The guy was insatiable.

  She shifted slightly in front of the mirror at the term “her first,” not entirely comfortable with the idea of other men. But demons were rarely exclusive and Rat had given no indication this was more than a passing fancy.

  Treasure, her dragon chose that moment to whisper sibilantly into the back of her mind.

  No, she replied firmly. He’s not ours. Not our treasure. We can’t have him.

  The dragon snickered suggestively. Already did. Ours. Our treasure.

  She sighed. Her dragon had gone from innocent to dirty-minded overnight. Great. But, regardless. They couldn’t claim Rat as their own. He’d probably lose interest in her now anyway, now he’d had her… taken her virginity. He didn’t strike her as the 2.4 kids and white picket fence type, even if they could somehow have kids. Dragons and demons were like oil and water. She wasn’t even sure they were genetically compatible.

  They sure were genitally compatible, the little voice in the back of her head sniggered. It wasn’t her dragon, thank scales, so she ignored it in favor of starting the shower and stripping off to step beneath the fragrant steam.

  Closing her eyes, she let the hot water run over her naked skin, luxuriating in the feel of it. After so long asleep, even the little things, like feeling the sun warm her skin, or cuddling up in a warm blanket, were still new to her. Things to be savored.