Angie Fox - ADS 01 - The Accidental Demon Slayer

“Bastard.”

He chuckled and I felt his breath, warm against me, like its own caress. Holy moley, I didn’t have a chance. His tongue flicked in and out of me. If he kept this up, I’d never let him go. My insides melted. Glimmering heat wound from between my legs and up…everywhere. I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. He dipped a single finger inside of me and I wanted to scream. Fingers, tongue, mouth—he never stopped. My world revolved around the exquisite heat radiating through my body.

When I didn’t think I could take any more, he’d pull back enough, just enough for me to settle down. Then he’d start again, licking, sucking, pushing, demanding. It was too much. I heard myself scream.

Finally, after I could sop up no more pleasure, he took mercy. He lifted his head, and cast me a wicked grin. “You know you belong with me.”

I swallowed, desperately searching for my non-screaming, panting, whimpering voice.

“I think I’ve known for a while,” he said absently, as if he wasn’t hovering over my quivering girlie bits. “But it hit me like a sucker punch when I thought I’d lost you to the black souls.”

It was hard to think with my whole body pulsing. But he seemed eager for an answer. Okay, so we were smitten. There was no way to know what would happen after tomorrow. I had to return to my normal life. But I knew what I wanted right then and there. “Come here,” I said, urging him into my arms. I wanted him, needed him inside me.

He snaked up my body, pure sin blazing in his eyes. He had to know what that did to me. He was all warm heat and hard muscle.

“I have to tell you something,” he said.

Oh no. “Now?”

“Yes. Now.” He frowned slightly, tipped my chin up and kissed me hard. His tongue found mine and pleasure rippled through every place he’d licked and then some. I could kiss him for weeks and still want more. I ground my naked body against his. Harder, faster, slower, I wanted him anywhere and everywhere I could get him. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard.

“Once my people make love,” he said, his lips inches from mine. “We have a hard time—aggggguh!” My hips found him and pressed the tip of him inside me.

He was immense and I was drenched. My body gripped him, refused to let him go until he finished what he started.

“Ah,” he said, trying to assemble a coherent thought. “I—” His breath jerked in his throat. Clearly, breathing was not a priority at the moment. He held me in a vise grip, fighting to keep me, and himself, from moving another inch. “My people,” he gasped, holding me in place. “We have a difficult time letting go.”

“Good to know,” I managed to say on an exhale. I strained against him, hoping to end any conversation once and for all. But, dang, he was strong. And as far as him not letting go, well, his bad luck he fell for a demon slayer. “Don’t forget. I’m going to hell tomorrow,” I said, giving it one last wriggle.

He pulled out and my body screamed in protest.

“Well, sure you can go to hell,” he said, his naked body pressed to mine. His cock hard against my thigh. “But I mean afterward.”

“You know if you hadn’t started talking, we’d be boffing our brains out right now.”

“Soon. I’m not the kind of guy,” he began. He reconsidered and simply said, “You need to know what you’re getting into.”

I’d already made my decision. Now my body screamed for him to finish what he’d started. “You want me. You need me. I’m yours.” For tonight, for as long as I could have him. Or at least until we got back from hell. “Now will you pleeeeze—”

“What?” He asked, his mock innocence not fooling anybody.

“Do me,” I demanded.

“With pleasure,” he growled, his eyes hot with anticipation. He opened my thighs and shouted as he slammed into me. I gripped his shoulders, his back, I matched him thrust for thrust. His muscles were tight with strain. Pure exhilaration spiraled through me and stretched taut. I stood on the edge. Heaven knew I’d been close, so close for so long. Dimitri pushed me harder, faster until I fell. Pleasure exploded from between my legs and radiated through me. It was almost too much.

“Stay with me,” Dimitri whispered in my ear, as he continued to push me harder, deeper, faster than I’d ever been. I didn’t care if the entire hotel came down around our ears. He ground his mouth over mine, nipping my lower lip, my neck, the tip of my ear. Our bodies grew slick with sweat. I wrapped my legs around him and felt myself coming again. Sweet pleasure washed over me until all I could do was clutch him and feel it in wave after luscious wave.

He tensed, thrust two times, hard. He clutched me so tightly that he lifted us both off the bed as he pounded into me one last time. I came again and so did he.

We collapsed onto the bed, his head buried in the crook of my neck.

I woke to find Dimitri stroking my arm and sunlight creeping through the light-blocking curtains we’d failed to close the night before. Who knew hot love with Dimitri would be as exhausting as, say, battling a power-hungry werewolf or blasting a few dozen black souls? I snuggled closer, wishing we could spend the day in bed, knowing it was time to meet with the Red Skulls and make our final stand against the demon Vald.

I played with the springy dark hairs on his chest. “You don’t have to go with me.”

“Yes, I do.”

I lifted my head to find him gazing intently at me. He flashed a cocky grin that made the skin around his eyes crinkle.

What do you say to a guy who’d go to hell and back, just to be with you?

I wrapped my arms around him. “Kiss me.”

He devoured my mouth. It was like coming home. I ran my hands up his chest and to his shoulders, tight with tension. He kissed me like he was afraid to stop.

After a long, enjoyable while, he broke away. “Lizzie,” he said, mouth brushing mine. “I need to tell you something.”

“Oof.” Then he’d better stop thumbing my nipples.

“Lizzie?” He pulled his hands away. My nipples whimpered in protest. “I’ve owed you the truth for a while now, but it never seemed to be the right time to tell you.”

My brain swam back through a haze of desire. “And this is the right time?”

“No,” he said ruefully. “But if I don’t tell you now, I might not get the chance before,” he seemed reluctant to say it, “tonight.”

“Okay. I’m listening,” I said, praying it would be something simple, knowing it wasn’t.

“I lied to you,” he said, his mouth forming a grim line.

“About what?” I asked, getting that awful, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that our little love bubble was about to pop.

“I had to do it,” he said quickly. “For my sisters.”

Not helping. “What’s the lie?” I asked.

And why did this have to happen while we were buck naked at Motel 6?

“I’m not your protector,” he said simply.

I stared at him and managed a squeaky “What?”

“You don’t have a protector,” he said, as if every word pained him. “You don’t need one. The truth is,” he cringed as he said it, “I need a slayer.”

The shock of it made my head swim. Dimitri needed me, not the other way around. A horrible thought slammed into my brain. Had he been using me?

I bolted upright in bed. He’d searched me out. He’d found me. He’d lied to stay close to me. Why? I yanked the sheet up over my breasts.

What did he really want?

“I had to do it,” he said, reaching for me, fisting his hands when I ducked away from his embrace. “You’re the only one who can save my sisters.”

It didn’t make any sense. I retreated to the corner of the bed, hauling the covers with me. “But your sisters, they’re…”