Dancing for Her Demon (3 page)

“That’s it, angel.” He kneaded her ass cheeks with his hands, encouraging her to move against him. “I’m too hard to shift. Let me come first in demon form so I can claim your sweet pussy as a human.”

“Do you want me to dance for you?” She undulated, rubbing her breasts against his chest and her pussy against his shaft, arousal building inside her. “Will you touch yourself as I dance? Will you stroke that big cock for me?” She skimmed her hands along his length, his blood pulsing against the thin skin.

“Gods.” He shuddered, his big shoulders shaking.

“
A striptease is as much teasing as it is stripping
.” Larissa, remembering Saffron’s advice, gave Julian a sultry smile. She rocked farther and farther away from her demon, her legs spread wide, open to him yet separated by distance.

“See how wet I am for you, Julian?” She stroked her white silk panties, the fabric soaked with her juices. Julian breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring, and he clasped his huge cock with both of his big hands.

“I’m so slick and tight, needy for your cock.” Larissa rose to her feet, rippling her body in sensuous waves and running her palms along her breasts and between her legs, touching herself.

“Needy in every hole.” She turned and bent over, brazenly shaking her ass cheeks in his face, his breath blowing hot on her skin. “Would you like to pound me from behind?” Larissa brushed her ass against his cock, his precum leaving a trail across her curves. “Drip your cum between my ass cheeks?”

“Larissa.” Her big strong demon whimpered.

I have power
. She straightened, playing with the thigh straps of her thong as she swiveled her hips, dancing to the music in her mind.
I am the daughter of a lust demon, the willing pupil of a succubus, and the mate of a rage demon
.

“Are you stroking yourself, Julian?” She gathered her hair in her hands, lifted the tendrils, and released. “I don’t hear the sound of palm against hard cock. You are hard for me, aren’t you?”

“Hard as hell,” he rumbled. Skin slid against skin.

“Good.” She glanced over her shoulder. Julian yanked on his cock viciously, abusing his shaft with hard, cruel pulls. “Because I don’t want your cum between my ass cheeks.” Larissa jiggled her ass, and his face darkened. “I want you to cover my breasts with your demon seed.”

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “I want you to grind your cum into my skin.” Larissa slowly shrugged the straps over one shoulder and then the other. “I want to smell of you.” The scrap of lace and silk fell to the floor. She crossed her arms over her small breasts. “So all of the other demons know I’m yours.” She turned to face him.

“Larissa, I’m close,” Julian growled, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white around his shaft.

She dropped to her knees before him, the floor surprisingly soft. “Do you have enough cum to cover both breasts?” She cupped her curves, her nipples painfully tight. “Or do I have to choose between this one?” She lifted one breast, rubbing her nipple against his cockhead. “Or this one?” She did the same with her other breast.

“Fuck, Larissa. I can’t --” His body jerked, his hips thrust upward, and a jet of hot cum spurted from his tip onto her breast.

“Larissa!” he roared, pumping the air with his hips, his cock gushing a torrent of cum. He came and came and came, bathing her in his essence, covering her breasts with his seed.

“Fuck.” Julian shifted to human form, his red skin calming to a more human golden brown, his horns and claws and tail retracting, his form reducing in size.

“Come here.” Julian reached for Larissa, the sweet little virgin he’d worried about introducing to sex. “Hell on fire.” He pulled her into his lap, his cock reviving instantly with her touch. “How did you learn how to move like that, talk like that?” The sexy, dirty words coming out of her innocent mouth had decimated his control.

“We’ve been taking lessons. I did well at most of them. Except for…” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Except for?” Julian rubbed his cum into her skin, branding her with his scent, ensuring she smelled of him and only him.

“I didn’t like whips or chains or the way the demon cried for mercy.” She shuddered, her pert breasts bouncing. “Saffron assured me he liked it, but I don’t think I could ever hurt you.” Her brown-eyed gaze met his. “Unless you need that to get off, and in that case --”

“I don’t,” he assured her, the thought of his little mate beating him, a rage demon, alarming. “All I need is you to get me off.” He pressed his lips against Larissa’s, stroking into her, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth. She moaned, her sound of surrender an exhilarating aphrodisiac.

He rolled her pink nipples between his fingers as they kissed, and she wiggled closer to him, pressing the crotch of her virginal white panties against his cock, her wetness sliding along his skin, the scent of her arousal permeating the air.

Julian wanted, needed to soak his shaft with her juices. He ruthlessly snapped the thin band of lace and pushed the scraps of silk aside. A narrow strip of dark hair covered her mons, directing him to her pink pussy lips.

He stroked into her wet warmth, skimming her sensitive flesh with his fingers, and she moaned into his mouth, riding his hand, rewarding him with more moisture, more heat. Julian circled her clit, and she twitched and wiggled, trying to get away from him.

He wouldn’t allow her to escape, clamping one big hand down on her ass, pinning her between his palm and his cock, swallowing her love noises with his mouth. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, her fingernails biting into his skin, the pain exquisite.

He pushed his index finger into her, and her body gripped him, her pussy impossibly tight. Julian pumped her, adding one, then two more fingers as she loosened, accepting his invasion, accepting him.

She thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he matched her beat, thrusting his fingers into her pussy to the same tempo, allowing her to set the pace. She drove her tongue into him harder and faster, and he did the same with his fingers, shaking her body, her juices oozing into his palm, running in streams down his arm.

Larissa panted, her body trembling, her thighs shaking, her pussy tightening around him. Julian grinned against her lips, ravishing her relentlessly, pushing her closer to fulfillment.

She shook her mouth free of his, gulping air. “Julian, please.”

“Come for me, angel.” He dragged his lips over her jaw and down her neck. She arched her back, writhing against him, her beautiful face flushed. “Come for me, now.” He tapped her clit with his thumb.

“Julian!” she screamed, his name on her lips the most arousing sound Julian had ever heard in all of his long existence, and she bucked, clenching and unclenching his fingers with her inner walls.

“I’ve got you.” Julian held Larissa, watching her face as she reveled in the orgasm, her eyes dazed, her cheeks pink, and her mouth open.
This delightful creature is mine
. He pulled her to him and brushed his lips over her forehead.

She stilled, gazing up at him with an adorable expression resembling wonder. “Julian?”

He sighed, knowing the next lesson in seduction wouldn’t be as delightful for his innocent mate. “Take me inside you, Larissa.” Julian lifted her above his hard cock. She swallowed, her throat convulsing, and she positioned him at her entrance. “That’s it.” He eased her downward, groaning as her tight pussy squeezed his cockhead. She whimpered, and he winced, wishing he could take this pain for her.

“Faster,” she begged, her voice thin.

With one hard thrust, Julian impaled her upon his hard shaft, breaching her virginal barrier and filling her narrow passage. Larissa screamed, carving her fingernails into his skin, struggling to be free of him.

“It is done.” Julian soothed her as she often soothed his rage demon. He petted her back, murmuring comforting nonsense into her ear, ignoring his need to move, to fuck, to come once more.

They stayed motionless. Larissa’s face nuzzled into Julian’s neck, her breasts flattened against his chest, and her pussy enveloped his cock, holding him as he held her. Julian gritted his teeth, his body’s yearning to thrust warring with his heart’s wish to comfort his mate.

Her body relaxed around him. Larissa gently rocked her hips, the shallow slide delightfully arousing. Julian forced himself to remain still, allowing her to drive the motion, not wishing to cause her any additional pain.

She pulled on his shoulders, leveraging off his muscles, rising and falling upon him, his cockhead pushing in and out of her tight pussy. “Too small.” Larissa huffed, her face twisted with frustration.

“You’re perfect, made for me.” Julian scattered kisses along her neck, pressed his lips against her jugular, tasting the salt of her skin.

“If I was made for you, I’d have longer legs,” she grumbled, climbing up his chest, her fingernails leaving a stinging trail of red. “Because I can’t fuck you hard enough to please me.”

Julian chuckled, amused by her dilemma and stimulated by her need. “Let me help.” He cupped her ass, easily lifting her slight weight, and he thrust her down upon him. Her ass smacked against his thighs, her pussy lips slapped against his base, and they moaned, her voice high and feminine, his low and masculine, their combined sounds of satisfaction filling the small room.

This is what he’d fought for, worked for, killed for. Julian drove his hips upward. Being inside Larissa was worth every sacrifice, worth everything he’d given up to secure her, worth more than he could promise. Her curves bounced against his muscle, and her hair rippled over his fingers, the tendrils silky soft.

While he’d killed to prove his worth, she had studied how to please him. Julian gazed upon her upturned face, her eyes glazed with passion. She had the brain of a businesswoman, her financial acumen valued by her father, the body of a dancer, her muscles long and lean, and the heart of a mate, generous and true.

The passion coiled tighter and tighter around them, Julian’s balls drawing up close to his body, his breathing quickening, his control frayed. He couldn’t last much longer, her embrace too snug and too right.

“Larissa?” He asked her permission to come. Her satisfaction danced too far away for them to quickly reach but if she wished to come first, he’d wait.

“Fill me, Julian.” She met his gaze, her eyes darkened to a rich brown velvet. “Fill me with your cum.”

“Larissa!” he roared, driving his hips upward, finding release, his satisfaction intense and true. He pumped his cum into her tight virginal pussy, baptizing her with his seed.

“You’re mine, Larissa.” He collapsed against her, burying his face between her breasts, his scent clinging to her skin. A calmness fell upon him, the rage inside him quenched by her embrace. In her arms, he’d finally found peace.

Larissa slid her palm against Julian’s, linking her fingers with his, as they walked toward her father’s study, answering his summons. They’d showered and changed, Julian’s broad shoulders clad in a black suit jacket, his hair still wet.

“Psst…” Cyra hissed from the shadows. “Dad’s really angry.”

“We mean
really
angry,” Tempest emphasized, indulging in her flair for the dramatic. “He looked ready to kill someone.” The two half-sisters glanced at each other, and Larissa silently groaned, knowing what question was coming next. “Was it worth it?”

“Yeah, did you try it up the butt?” Cyra whispered, her blue eyes and porcelain doll face deceivingly innocent.

“Is he as big as the dildo?” Tempest added, her pale skin framed by a riot of red curls.

“I can hear you,” Julian mumbled, his face turning an interesting shade of red. “That’s private information, and we have bigger concerns right now.”

“Right. Private.” Cyra winked at Larissa.
Tell us later
, she mouthed and the women hurried off, laughing to themselves.

“They need to be claimed,” Julian remarked dryly.

“They wouldn’t argue with you about that.” Larissa squeezed his fingers. “Don’t worry about Dad. He always looks like he’s ready to kill someone. He’s a demon,” she reassured Julian.

“I should see him alone,” Julian repeated his earlier argument. “I was to kill Trajan discreetly. I bungled that task. This is my failure, and it is my responsibility to face Magnus.” His eyes glowed red, his rage demon shimmering dangerously close to the surface.

“You killed Trajan in public to protect me.” Larissa hugged Julian’s arm, attempting to soothe him. “And we’re a team now. We’ll see him together.”

Julian’s lips twisted. He pushed the doors open.

“Are you hiding behind my daughter now, Julian?” Magnus sat behind his huge desk, Bono and Valens flanking him, their expressions blank.

“You taught me to take responsibility for my actions.” Larissa lifted her chin, meeting her father’s purple gaze. “My actions caused this. If I hadn’t been on stage, Trajan wouldn’t have ripped my skirt off, and Julian wouldn’t have killed him in public.”

Her father’s eyes narrowed. “Trajan touched you?” Smoke curled around his nostrils. Larissa nodded, and her father raked his fingers through his hair. “Then his immediate death was warranted but that changes nothing. Trajan’s people don’t respect females as we do, and his son, Tetricus, is a hothead. He wants blood.”

Julian smiled, deadly intent in his eyes. “I can give him blood. My men and I will meet him.”

“You and your men will meet him, dragging our entire family into a war, endangering my daughter, your mate, my other daughters and their mates.” Magnus nodded at Valens and Bono. “Is that how you protect Larissa?”

Larissa opened her mouth to protest. Julian squeezed her hand, silencing her. “What do you propose we do?” he countered.

Her father’s face hardened, an indication that his proposal wouldn’t benefit the recipient. “Do you have men loyal to only you?”

“Of course.” Julian pressed his lips together.

The two men stared at each other, an understanding hanging between them.
What understanding? And why would my father ask about loyalty
? Larissa sucked in her breath. “You won’t denounce Julian.” She dropped Julian’s hand and stepped forward. “He deserves the protection of the family.” She folded her fingers into tight fists. “He was protecting me.”