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“Yeah. But usually it's spontaneous frat parties,” Greg
muttered. “You have to tell your mom about this.”

Devon turned to Malik with a significant look and said in a
low voice, “Find out who her mother is and contact her. Escort her and her
friend home. Once you get there, take her aside with her mother and try to see
if you can get her to remember anything.”

Malik nodded, his gaze darting to Shan. “What will you be
doing?”

“I'm taking Shan home.” She opened her mouth to protest that
they had a few more hours before the convention ended, but he cut her off by
saying, “After ice cream.”

That made Malik snicker again, and he headed off toward
Pink-girl with one last reluctant look at Shan.

****

Devon tossed his costume into a corner of her living room
and grabbed the grocery bags. “So you really turned into this superhero, Kitty
Noir?”

Shan returned from her bedroom in a pair of silky pajama
bottoms and a matching shirt. Not her usual bedtime clothes but she wanted
comfort, and her vanity demanded something other than sweats. “Yeah. I even had
a tail. Too bad I can't remember much more than that. Why would our memories be
wiped? Do you think it's the good guys or the bad guys who don't want us to
remember?”

“I have no idea,” Devon murmured and began to rummage around
in her cherry wood cabinets. In his white T-shirt and blue silk jogging shorts,
he looked right at home in her kitchen surprisingly enough. Opening her fridge,
Shan put away the ice cream.

“I thought I told you to relax,” he said mildly and pulled
out a large ceramic bowl painted with sunflowers.

“I am relaxing.” Oranges and bananas went into the bowl,
along with some grapes. They had plundered the grocery store, both ignoring the
questioning looks at their costumes by the patrons

“No, you're working.”

Ignoring him, she put the milk away into the refrigerator.
“I hate to break this to you, Devon, but you can't tell me what to do.”

“Kitten, go sit on the sofa.”

The way he said his pet name for her changed something in
her body. The sternness of the tone, the seriousness, turned her on something
fierce. It was a command that he expected to be fulfilled. Nipples drawing to
hard points, she deliberately returned to the counter and grabbed some yogurt
from the grocery bag. Heat flushed through her at her act of disobedience.
Later, she would ponder what she was doing. Right now, it didn't matter what
her actions were. What mattered was his reaction.

Her hand actually shook as she placed the yogurt on the
shelf. Heat warmed her back as he stood closer. “I will not tell you again. You
worried me today. I’m battling pretty hard with the need to take you over, to
protect you, to keep you safe and make you mine in every way. Do not push me
right now, Shan, unless you’re ready for the consequences. Just know, this
isn’t some casual fuck to me. I want to own you.”

The breath hitched in her chest, and her pussy grew slick
with desire. She became hyper aware of him, of the faintest taste of his aura
in the air, the smallest movement of his body. Even though she wasn't looking
at him, she felt the moment he moved. Gods, he sounded so serious when he said
that. Could he really mean it? Did he really want her that much? She
concentrated and tried to hold her shields down as tight as she could. He could
just be reacting to her aura. She wanted Devon to like her and want her for who
she was, not because of some weird magical aphrodisiac that she seemed to give
off.

Reaching the bags at the dark granite counter, she slowed
her movements and pulled a bag closer to her.

Massive hands grabbed her wrists and held her hands to the
counter. Devon pressed his hard dick against her ass and back, rubbing into her
with a delicious roll of his hips. They both groaned and he swore softly,
rocking against her ass again in that suggestive movement that made her pussy
ache to be filled by him.

“Good girl,” he said in a deep, heated voice into her ear,
making her knees tremble.

Okay, this was going a bit fast, even for her. They needed
to look at this like rational adults. She never slept with someone she didn’t
at least know a little bit. Well, she knew Devon a little bit, in fact she’d
met his mother. Huh. Okay, so maybe she knew him a little bit, but there was so
much she didn’t know about him, important things. She tried to step away, to
put some space between them, but his arms tightened on her.

“Do not move,” he ordered.

This command she would comply with. With her heart
thundering in her ears, she closed her eyes and struggled to remember how to
breathe. Rough hands pushed her hair off the side of her neck, and he pressed
himself against her, pushing her head down toward the counter with her butt in
the air. It was a very submissive position and she somehow knew that was his
intention. His photography book of BDSM images went through her mind and she
recalled a photo like this, with a woman bent over a desk, her Master’s hand
buried in her hair just like Devon had his hand buried in Shan’s. Her body
ached for him and she arched her back, a smile teasing her lips at his heated
groan.

“Fucking perfect round ass.” He gripped a handful of her
right cheek and squeezed. “Fuck me. Perfect.”

Her fingers flexed and gripped the edge of the counter,
finding no purchase on the slick granite. Lowering her head the rest of the way
to the cold stone, she shivered as he moved directly behind her and his body
covered hers. Oh she loved how that felt, how he caged her with his body,
reminded her that she was at his mercy.

“I am here to take care of you,” he whispered into her ear.
His hard cock pressed against her bottom. The silk of their clothing barely did
anything to separate their skin, and she felt the ridge of the head of his
erection. Gods, he was huge. The thought had her panting, and her breath fogged
the surface of her counter.

“When I say it is time for you to relax, I expect you to
relax.” So calm and contained, his voice was a tether for her scattered mind to
hold on to. While her body was shattering beneath him, it was his will that
anchored her. “Do you understand?” Unable to speak, she nodded against the
counter and pressed back into his erection. Reaching beneath her, he ran his
hands down her sides, ever so slowly tracing through the thin silk of her shirt
toward her breasts. “I can't hear you.”

“Yes,” she whispered. His lips moved over her ear, and a
small moan worked out of her throat. Everything about him brought her pleasure,
and she thought she would die if he didn't touch her.

“Yes, what?” He tugged at the cloth around her nipples,
sliding the slick fabric over the hard tips. Even that little sensation had her
writhing against him.

“Yes, sir,” she said in a soft groan.

“Good, Kitten,” he growled into her ear as his fingers made
contact with her breasts. He cupped her mounds and squeezed gently. Pleasure
had her arching back, hard, and her shoulder twinged in protest. He noticed her
flinch and released her breast with a soft stroke of his nails over her
nipples. She whimpered and leaned back into him, but he sighed. Removing
himself from her back, he ran his hands down her body in a possessive gesture.

“You’re hurt, Kitten. My first job is to protect you, keep
you safe.”

The loss of his heat on her body made her want to cry. She
wanted him with a desperation that bordered on greed. Turning, she tried to
play it off. “I'm okay. Just sore from practice today.” Unable to look into his
eyes, she stared at the middle of his chest and became distracted by the rings
in his nipples pressing against his shirt.

A finger tipped her chin up. “Look at me,” he commanded.

She struggled with the intimacy of looking into his eyes,
afraid of what she would and wouldn't find there. Her shielding was still in
place, kind of, but it was close to crumbling with every breath. Once it fell,
she would know that he wasn't doing this because he wanted her, but because she
wanted him.

Finally, she looked into his eyes, and the gentleness she
saw there made her weak. Very deliberately, he cupped her cheeks and lowered
his lips toward hers. Unable to stop herself even if she wanted to, she stood
on her tiptoes to close the distance between them.

One stroke of his lips, and her shields evaporated.
Delicious, wild, powerful—hers. He tasted like his aura, a hint of spice mixed
with a flavor she could describe only as male. As his body wrapped around her,
so did his energy. They froze against each other, their essence mixing and
blending around them, lips barely touching.

Slowly, with consummate skill, Devon began to kiss her.
Lifting her so her feet dangled off the floor, he held her as if she weighed
nothing and devoured her lips. She wanted to touch him everywhere, absorbing
the feel of his magnificent body.

It was like being held by a warm rock, so solid against her.
The soft curves of her body pressed into him, and he made a rough noise deep in
his throat as her fingertips traced his face. Opening her lips beneath him, her
breath came out in a short pant as his tongue met hers and stroked against her.

“Mine,” he whispered against her lips.

The rational part of her mind wanted to argue about the
Neanderthal quality of that word, but her body and soul told it to shut up. His
hands traveled lower, gripping her ass and pressing her to him. Arching into
him, she cried out when his fingers brushed over the seam of her pajama pants.
He lifted her into his arms and licked his lips.

“All right, Kitten, I’m going to take what you’re so sweetly
offering. I’ve tried to hold back, to give you time, but you’re greedy and I
like that. I want you greedy for me, craving my touch, because I already crave
you. The softness of your skin is like nothing I’ve ever touched, the most
perfect silk, and I cannot wait to explore your fantastic body with my mouth.”

The world moved beneath her as he carried her into the
living room while devouring her mouth. He broke their kiss, both of them
panting against each other. The twitching of his lips was only warning she had
before he easily broke her hold on his neck and tossed her onto the couch.

“Hey!” she yelled and landed in a mound of rainbow-colored
pillows. Rather than breaking the mood, his rough play had her panties sopping
wet. Later, she would berate herself for being a pervert. Right now, she would
die if she didn't get more of him.

“Stay there,” he ordered and watched her. She felt him
waiting for her to test his command. The odd thing was she needed to push his
limits. Needed to see if he would stop her and make her follow his will.

Looking him dead in the eye, she pushed herself off the
mound of colorful pillows and stood.

In a flash, he was on the couch and pinning her down with
his weight, shifting his body so she didn't have any leverage against him.
Oh, goodie
.
Her hormones purred in approval at the feeling of the big, muscled male
pressing into her. She struggled against him, and his erection twitched against
her belly as his teal eyes captured her gaze.

Giving her his wolfish grin, Devon said, “Who wears the
leather pants in our relationship, Kitten?”

Growling at him, she said nothing and pressed her breasts
against the solid wall of his chest.

Devon shook his head in mock disappointment and leaned down,
whispering in her ear, “Who wears the leather pants in our relationship?” His
breath was warm, and the deepness of his voice made her shiver.

A touch breathlessly, she said, “You, sir.”

He laughed softly, the sound making her shiver against him,
which made him increase the pressure of his hips against her body. So tightly
wound, so aroused, she almost came from the contact of him angling his cock
against the heat between her legs. Ever so slightly, he moved her up and ground
his hips into hers, pressing down on the small nub of flesh that gave her so
much pleasure.

He nosed over the edge of her top, exposing the soft skin
where her neck and shoulder met. Dark spice crashed over her as he blew a hot
breath on her, and bit her. It seemed to hit some switch in her body as his
teeth gently held her. She went loose and liquid against him as an actual purr
came from her throat. This time she ground her hips against his strength, the
purr in her throat deepening. A lazy, relaxed desire overtook her and she
surrendered to the lovely sensation.

“I want you to come for me,” he rumbled, his teeth still
holding her still.

That brought her breath in a gasp. When she hesitated, he
thrust a hand between them and cupped her mound. It took only moments for his
massive fingers to find her clit through the thin silk of her pajamas.

“Kitten, you are so wet. You’re soaking right through the
silk.” His rough talk had her bucking against his thumb as he pressed down on
her clit. “Good girl. That's it—fuck yourself on me and come.”

Hunching against him, she pulled her body up on his
shoulders and gave herself over to his command, rubbing her mound back and
forth on his hand while his teeth continued to send little jolts of pain from
her neck. Everything in her body wound tighter and tighter until each swirl of
his thumb over her clit had her digging her nails into his back.

“Devon,” she cried out and trembled on the edge of her
orgasm. In response to her need, he rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb
and sent her over the edge. Heat, tension, and exquisite relief rushed through
her in a mind-blowing mix. Her body contracted in waves of pleasure, each
ripping a scream from her as Devon growled and held her.

“Good girl,” he murmured and stroked her hair back. “You are
very, very sexy when you come. I plan on watching you do it often.”

Shivering, she thrashed beneath him as his hand slipped
under the edge of her pants and traced over her overly sensitive labia. Coating
his finger with her cream, he spread it on her lips and licked it off in a
delicious kiss.

“Stay on the couch,” he ordered and removed himself from
her. The loss of his heat made her chilly, but her body was still floating in a
space he created within her. She had never felt like this before. It reminded
her of being high but didn't rob her of any sensation or clarity. Instead, she
felt hyper aware, yet sedate.

He returned moments later, and her breath came out in a
sharp hiss. Only wearing blue boxer briefs, Devon was like a male fantasy come
to life. He set a bottle of almond oil on the coffee table and laid a sheet on
the floor. His cock pressed against the material of his briefs, and her mouth
went dry. In the fading light of the sunset, his body was a work of art. And he
was all hers.

“Kitten, come here.”

Feeling shy, she licked her lips and tasted an arousing mixture
of her own need and his skin. Looking down, she padded across the carpet and
stood before him, keeping her gaze on the nipple rings of his chest.

“Take off your clothes.” This did make her look up at him
with panic. He was absolute physical perfection, and she...well, she didn't
have abs of steel. His face shut down into a cold mask. “I will only tell you
once.”

With shaking hands, she obeyed. First the silky shirt came
off, followed by her bra. He betrayed nothing in his stance, but his cock
twitched as her dark nipples tightened beneath his gaze. That reaction
reassured her, and she pulled down her silky pants, standing there in her cream
silk panties. Taking a deep breath, she hooked her thumbs into the sides and
began to pull them down.

“Stop,” Devon said in a voice so rough she had a hard time
understanding him.

Raising her eyebrows, she peeked up at him. His face was as
impassive as ever, but his body shook with a slight tremble as his nostrils
flared and took in her scent.

*

Looking down at Shan, Devon had to use every ounce of his
self-control to keep from throwing her to the floor and filling her with his
aching cock. The primal mating instinct rode him hard, threatening the careful
control that it took for dealing with the nature of her submission. With proper
training, she would be unrivaled, but he needed to make this as good as he
could for her. He would do whatever it took to keep her, including finding the
will power to savor her body, not eat her alive.

She was a gift, and he had to put her needs first. Right now
that meant working on her body and soothing her sore muscles. If he started to
fuck her, they would not stop until he passed out from exhaustion. The need was
that deep. His only choice was to try and hold it off as long as he could to
take care of her first.

Unable to stop himself, he reached out and traced one finger
down the smooth column of her throat, over the perfection of her skin, to the
tip of her dark nipple. Her breasts were large and complemented her thick hips
and rounded belly. The utter femininity of her form, her softness and delicious
musk, appealed to him like no one else ever had.

Those dark tilted eyes watched him with such trust and
desire. She had no idea how much power she had over him. He would do anything to
please her and give her what she needed. “Do you like that, Kitten?” He scraped
his nail over her nipple, and she shuddered.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. A long strand of her black
blue-streaked hair brushed over the back of his hand as she watched his finger
caress her.

About to lose himself, he stepped back. “Lie down on your
stomach.”

That lovely blush he coveted spread from her cheeks and down
her neck. Did she have any idea how appealing she was to him when she was
flushed pink? How he enjoyed making the blood rush in her body? Next time she
came he’d have to watch her chest flush.

Fidgeting, she obeyed his orders and turned her head to the
side. The light in the room was almost gone now as the sun sank behind the
distant horizon. He wanted her to think, to have time to realize her situation
and what she was giving of herself.

“Don't move.” He tore his gaze from her and hunted for the
item in her bedroom that he wanted.

Upon returning, he set up the large vanity mirror against
the wall, angling it so she could see their reflection. After lighting the
vanilla candle on the table, he turned back to her with a grateful sigh at the
sight of the beauty before him. Without a doubt he was a lucky, lucky man if he
could win Shan’s heart. Beautiful, smart, talented, and unbearably sexy. His
cock was still rock-hard, but he had regained enough of his mind to do the task
at hand without losing himself to his body's greed. That didn’t mean his balls
didn’t ache at the sight of her round, plush bottom just waiting for his touch.
The thought of squeezing that silky flesh had his dick straining against his
underwear.

She watched him in the mirror, her dark eyes hard to read in
the low lighting. Stalking over to her, he knelt and brushed the hair back from
her creamy shoulders. Unable to resist, he ran his fingertips between her
shoulder blades, choking back a groan. He could not wait to have her beneath
him, all this softness cradling his body. His touch had her twitching, and he
delighted in thoughts of spending the rest of his life learning what gave her
the most pleasure. And using it ruthlessly against her to make her always want
to stay with him. To let him be her man. Running his hand over her body, he
branded her with his scent. “Mine.”

Her lips parted in a soft whisper of sound, and her body
arched beneath his touch like the kitten he called her. Smooth, unblemished,
she had the most beautiful skin he had ever seen. It glowed in the light, and
his erection jumped as he imagined what it would look like with whip and cane
marks. And how hard she would come when he teased her to one orgasm after
another as he turned that lovely ass red with his spanks.

The unique scent of her aura brushed against him. Though
untrained, she still instinctively knew how to use her energy to touch him. In
the future, he would teach her how to really use it for bedroom play, but right
now, it was all about building a bond with her.

Cupping his hand, he poured the almond oil into his palm.
The candle flickered behind him, casting shadows in the large room. Pretending
not to notice her watching his every move, he warmed the oil between his palms.

What he wanted to do was cup her mound and coax another
orgasm from her. Instead, he smoothed his hands over her shoulders and sought
out the knot that had made her wince earlier. She stiffened beneath his touch,
and he smiled at how hyper aware she was becoming of him. That was what he
wanted, the focus of her world to narrow down to him and the sensations he was
giving her.

He didn't think her skin could feel any softer, but as the
oil spread down her back, it became liquid silk. Working gently, he followed
the curve of her shoulder muscle, pressing on a knot that elicited a groan from
her. Slowly, she began to relax under his touch. Her breathing evened out, and
he took pride in bringing her pleasure.

With great care he worked his way down to her full ass and
gave into his greed for a moment, kneading his hands into her soft flesh and
gripping her tightly. Her responding gasp and arch into his touch made him
smile. Wanting to see all of her, he gently pulled her buttocks apart. The
muscles of her body tensed, and she resisted his silent command.

“Kitten, let me look at you.” Stroking his fingers over her
ass, smoothing the oil into the crease, he smiled as she shuddered beneath him
like a skittish animal. Hands clenching at her side, she lifted her ass into
the air and spread her legs.

Lovely, sensual, submissive, his. He shifted his stance,
moving behind her so he had a better view of her secret flesh. Even without
oil, her inner thighs were shiny with her cream. Soft black hair covered her
mound, but she kept her labia waxed. Nostrils flaring, he fought to control his
lust and allowed himself to lean forward. Dusky and wet, her inner lips
protruded past her outer labia like the folds of an orchid.

He wanted to taste her so very badly. Barely touching her,
he parted the lips of her sex with the tip of his finger. Mewling, she tilted
her hips in a silent
please
. So wet,
so aroused, her pussy begged for his attention. Leaning in so close now, he
could taste her in the air, and he rewarded himself for his restraint by giving
her exposed clit one long, firm lick.

Pulling back and holding her hips still, he panted and
watched her pussy clench in need. Sinking into her would be like wrapping his
cock in hot velvet. Still tasting her on his tongue, he poured more almond oil
into his hand.

She made little wordless pleading sounds, keeping her bottom
high up in the air. Ignoring her and trying to regain control of himself, he
smoothed his hands up one leg and down the other, burying his fingers in her
softness. Gods, he loved a woman who wasn't skin and bones.

“Devon, please,” she groaned out as his hands slid back up,
brushing against the edge of her swollen labia.

He let his hand pause there, feeling the heat coming off
her. Using both hands, he slapped her ass hard enough to leave red prints that
decorated her skin beautifully. Her pussy clenched with need again, and the
smile he gave her in the mirror was full of predatory hunger.