Dancing for Her Demon (2 page)

“
Am
I more than he can handle?” Larissa glanced pointedly down at her flat chest. “He has very large hands.”

Saffron laughed. “Your Julian’s very large hands won’t be on your breasts, not with your… ummm… other assets.” She smiled wickedly, and Larissa raised her eyebrows, confused about what other assets Saffron was referring to.

“You have legs any female would kill for,” the succubus clarified. “Legs perfect for wrapping around a demon’s waist.” Saffron’s demon groaned, reinforcing her words, his cock bobbing enthusiastically. “Remind him you have those legs, and he’ll be putty in your hands.”

Julian
did
act distracted when she wore shorter skirts. Larissa gazed up at Saffron, the older woman’s confidence renewing her hope. If anyone knew men, it was the sexually skilled succubus.

She could wear an obscenely short skirt the next time she saw him, if she saw him. “I have no opportunity to remind him. Julian spends all of his time at my father’s strip clubs,
working
. Even tonight, he’ll be here,
working
.”

“Then tonight, you’ll give him a show he’ll never forget.” Saffron pulled Larissa’s hair back from her face. “We’ll open a spot for you.” She snapped her long, blood-red nails at one of the other strippers, getting her attention. “Bambi, grab the naughty angel outfit for us.” Bambi rushed out of the room, her big breasts bouncing.

“The demons will sense your innocence, and they’ll go mad with lust.” The succubus smiled. “Competition is the best aphrodisiac.”

I’m a great dancer. And tonight, I’ll be dancing for Julian
. Larissa returned Saffron’s smile. “I know the naughty angel routine.” Bambi had taught her the moves, and she’d practiced it in front of her mirror at home. “I can do this.”

I can’t do this
. Larissa peeked between the red curtains. Bambi spun around the pole, her big breasts bouncing unfettered, her G-string sparkling between her ass cheeks, the lights shining on her blonde hair. The audience sat transfixed, their mouths partially opened, their cocks hard.

Almost all of the audience.

Julian filled a seat completely, his big arms folded, his lips pressed into a thin, white line and his red-eyed gaze fixed on Trajan, one of her father’s many enemies. Julian appeared as disgusted as Larissa was with the grotesque rage demon. The rival male grabbed the strippers with his beefy hands, making them squeak with pain.

Valens and Bono flanked her mate, equally oblivious to the nearly naked entertainment. The three demons sat in silence, ignoring the hopeful glances and flashes of skin from the working girls.

If bouncing Bambi can’t get his attention, I’m doomed
. Larissa patted her small breasts. Gold ribbons crisscrossed the white chiffon blouse, accentuating her curves, the outfit making the best of what she had.

Bambi bounded through the curtain, dollar bills tucked into her G-string. “You’ll do fine.” She gave Larissa a quick hug, her golden skin covered with a sheen of perspiration. “Concentrate on Julian. You’re dancing for him, and no one else.”

“No one else.” Larissa breathed deeply, struggling to calm herself.

“And now for a special treat, we have a local girl,” Saffron announced. “This is her first time on stage so please give her a warm
Fallen
welcome.” The crowd clapped halfheartedly. Julian’s gaze didn’t move from the rage demon.

Pop music filled the air, the beat pounding.
Only for Julian
. Larissa strutted onto the stage, swinging her hips and flipping the hem of her short ruffled skirt, her feather-covered wings fluttering behind her. Humans, demons, vampires, and other paranormals straightened in their chairs.

Larissa stumbled, the males’ stares and potency of their collective arousal unnerving. They looked her over as though she was already naked, their hungry gazes pausing on her breasts and legs.

“I’m dancing for Julian,” she whispered, focusing on her demon. He turned his head with a snap, as though he’d heard her, and their gazes connected, recognition and lust in his red demon eyes. His nostrils flared, smoke wafting around his head, his desire unmistakable.

He wants me
. Larissa strode in front of him, teasingly flicking her skirt as she passed, giving him a glimpse of her white thong panties and long pale legs. Julian growled, his low rumble heard over the music, and the males seated close to the stage hastily moved farther back.

Larissa pivoted, swiveling her hips, running her hands over her white blouse and her ruffled skirt, allowing him to see her entire body from every angle. She caught his gaze, intoxicated by his arousal, and she shimmied, shaking her breasts.

The wings dropped to the floor. Julian’s eyes didn’t flicker, his focus on her face. Larissa unbuttoned her blouse, flashing the tops of her lace-covered curves before covering up once more.

Julian’s big hands clenched the arms of his chair, all of his attention on her, looking at her as a male looked at a desirable woman. She skipped along the stage, her skirt flouncing higher and higher, wiggling her ass and playing to the crowd, enjoying the hoots and hollers, before she returned to him. Red shimmered over his tanned skin, his demon provoked.

Larissa smiled, pleased by his lack of control, and she turned, standing with her back facing him, her legs braced apart. She bent over, swooped down with her arms, touched the stage, and her skirt pulled up, cool air wafting on her upper thighs. As she straightened, she glanced over one shoulder. Julian’s hands were gripped in tight fists.

She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged the white chiffon off her shoulders. The males in the audience whistled and bellowed at her to take it all off, wanting to see her naked flesh and her small breasts. Their demands, their need stimulated her.

Larissa wouldn’t be rushed. This dance was for Julian and Julian alone, and he required more teasing, more tempting, as punishment for years of neglecting her.

She undulated as she bent her knees, lowering her body, her thighs open yet facing away from Julian so he couldn’t see between them. He breathed heavily through his nose, his big chest heaving.
Can he smell how wet I am? How aroused?

She dropped the blouse to the stage, clasped her bra-covered breasts in her hands, and turned. Every male in the room, including Julian, stared at her hands, lusting for a look at her flat chest, and a womanly power filled Larissa.

She lifted her hands, flashed one breast and then the other, giving them glimpses of her bra. Julian’s lips pulled tight into a grimace. Larissa shifted her palms downward and cupped her curves, the bra’s white lace strategically placed to conceal her nipples.

Demon claws sprang from Julian’s hands, and she inhaled sharply, stimulated by the ferocity of his desire. She pinched and played with her nipples as she swayed to the music, grinding up and down.

“Holy fuck.” Julian stared at Larissa, his every wet dream come true. She moved the way he always knew she could move, her body rippling with the music as she danced for him and him alone, her gaze holding his.

Every male was enraptured, her innocence intoxicatingly unique in the den of depravity, the musk of her arousal layering over the stench of cum and spilled alcohol. Part of him wanted to hide her from the world, keeping her beauty for himself. Another part of him was proud. This was his female, his mate, responsible for the audience members’ erections.

“Keep to the plan, Julian,” Valens advised. “Don’t allow her to distract you. Trajan first; then your mate.”

“Fuck Trajan.” Julian tracked the swivel of Larissa’s hips, glimpsing flashes of virginal white silk under her obscenely short skirt. “He’s yours. I’m done with playing Magnus’s games.” The only being he now answered to danced upon the stage, the high heels of her shiny leather boots tapping to the beat.
My angel
.

Larissa toyed with her bra straps, sliding them along her pale shoulders, the movement lifting her small breasts, the lace barely concealing her pink nipples. Julian’s horns broke the skin on his forehead, his demon raging against his inner cage.

“Take it off, sweet cheeks,” Trajan yelled, the demon looming dangerously close to the stage. Julian growled his disapproval. Trajan’s beady-eyed gaze shifted to him, and the demon smirked.

“Fuck.” Julian leaned forward in his chair. If Trajan touched Larissa, he’d rip the demon’s skull from his neck.

“Discreet, Julian.” Valens placed his cool hand on Julian’s shoulder. “Don’t start a war.”

Larissa turned, facing away from them, and she ground down into a slow sexy crouch, her skirt swishing back and forth, back and forth, the hem dancing around her long legs.

“I said take it off.” Trajan lurched forward and grabbed a handful of the ruffled fabric, ripping the skirt away, daring to touch Julian’s mate.

“No!” Julian bellowed as he lunged forward, shifting fully into demon form, his body expanding, his claws extending, his horns curling toward the ceiling.

He raked his claws over Trajan’s neck, slicing his partially shifted head from his body, delivering justice and death with one swipe of his big hands. Trajan’s skull bounced, spraying blood into the air.

“Mine!” Julian roared his claim as the demon’s torso toppled to the floor. Larissa stared at him with wide eyes, her lithe form frozen in place, the scent of arousal, not fear, radiating from her body. She wore white thong panties, a teeny tiny bra, and nothing else, her legs endless and shapely and her stomach lined with muscles. Julian’s huge demon cock hardened.

Around them, women screamed, chairs and tables overturned, and glass broke. Demons wailed, vowing revenge, their rage feeding Julian’s.

Bring it on
. Julian turned, swinging his razor-tipped tail. He stood protectively in front of his mate, prepared to defend her with every ounce of his being. Trajan’s demon minions flew toward him, screeching with fury, their claws unsheathed.

Valens and Bonosus, in demon form, followed them, penning the demons in, allowing none to escape Julian’s anger. He fully unfettered his rage demon, granting him free rein to hurt and kill.

Julian spun, ripping flesh with his clawed feet, slicing blood vessels with his tail. He funneled years of sexual frustration into guarding Larissa, harnessing the strength of his fury.
She is mine
. He gouged out a demon’s eyeballs, popping them like grapes in his big hands.
No one will harm her
. He sliced open a demon’s stomach, releasing his entrails. Blood and gore speckled his red skin, hot and messy and real.

He fought until none of Trajan’s demons breathed, and then he crunched their spines under his big feet, the battle over too quickly, his rage not yet dissipated. Julian glared at the rest of the room, his chest heaving, and even Valens, that cold-blooded ice demon, gazed at him with new respect.

“Julian.” Larissa placed her hands on Julian’s back, and he jerked, the contact jarring. “Shhh… it’s okay.” She petted his heated demon skin, soothing him. “They’re dead. You’ve killed them all.”

“He touched you.” Julian turned and carefully pulled her toward him, her tiny human form dwarfed by his demon body.

“I know.” Larissa stroked his chest, her touch setting off tremors of pleasure. “I know. He shouldn’t have done that. Everyone knows I’m yours.”

“Julian,” Bonosus barked. “This is some bad shit. Magnus will be pissed. We have to do some serious containment or we’ll have a war on our hands.”

Julian growled, unable to think about anything other than Larissa.

“I should talk to Cyra and Tempest,” Larissa murmured, not moving away from Julian. “They’ll be scared.”

“Tempest is here?” Valens’s voice was edged with a raw emotion Julian had never heard an ice demon express. “Shit.” Feet slapped against the hardwood floor as the two demons rushed to find their mates.

“I thought that would do it.” Larissa gazed up at Julian, a small smile on her beautiful face. “There’s more to the dance, you know,” she whispered, her voice reviving his lust. “Would you like to see it?”

“I will see it, angel.” Julian swung her off the stage and into his arms, her curves fitting perfectly against his muscle. He stalked toward the back rooms.

“The blue room is empty.” Saffron frowned as her demon employees righted a table. “Don’t worry about the clean up out here. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thank you.” Julian changed direction, heading to the blue room. Larissa rested her cheek against his bare chest, her fingers splayed over his skin as though she had claimed him.
Everyone knows I’m yours
. He grinned, remembering her words.
And I’m hers
.

Larissa caressed Julian’s demon cheeks, calming him, as he stalked with her into the aptly named blue room and kicked the door closed behind them. He’d released much of his rage upon the demons, expressing his power in a pussy-moistening display of dominance, and now he’d fuck her. She wiggled in his arms, brushing her bare ass against his naked skin.

Julian sat down on a navy blue leather chair, settling her on one giant thigh. She glanced down at the demon cock rising like a pillar between them, and she wet her lips, her tongue darting over her flesh.

“Gods, Larissa.” Julian groaned, capturing her face between his big hands. “I tried to do the right thing, waiting until your dad gave us his approval, but there’s only so much a demon can take.”

He smashed his lips against hers, the impact stealing her breath and overwhelming her flimsy defenses. His mouth was hot, his lips firm, and his tongue unstoppable. She opened to him and he surged inside, claiming her mouth, tasting of fire and brimstone, violence and passion, love and rage.

Larissa clung to Julian’s shoulders, his muscles rippling under her fingertips, as he ravished her mouth, revealing a mind-blowing depth of desire. He pulled her closer, swinging her legs around so she straddled him, her silk-covered pussy pressed snugly against his demon cock, only that thin layer of fabric dividing them.