How to Love a Blue Demon (47 page)

Cass
rose slowly, thankful the nausea had faded. She tossed the towel aside and scowled at him.

He grinned happily, and before she knew it she was smiling back. He sat beside her and took her face in his hands
for a lavish, worshipful kiss. “You’re pregnant.”

She nodded and sniffed. “Yeah.”

“I know you may feel dazed and a bit confused right now.”

She snorted. That was an understatement. Her mind was in such a fog if someone had told her the world was upside down and she was on a tilt she’d have believed them.
God only knew what she was in for now – she was brewing a baby demon!

“But I’ll be here to guide you through it all.”

That was a huge relief.

“Hell,” she whispered. “What next?”

Eyoen laughed and rolled them into the covers, their clothes vanishing like smoke. “Indeed. You’ve experienced interplanetary travel, integrated successfully with an entirely new species, saved my home with your wonderful voice and withstood a star takeover. You’ve been fully blooded. What’s a tiny, flying demon between soul mates?”

Cass sat up abruptly. “Flying?”

Eyoen nodded. “Yes, my dear, once Cyani demons hatch, they –”

“Hatch?”

Eyoen laughed when realized he was making the situation worse. He sobered at the appalled look on Cass’ face and wondered what to do to make it better. His beloved looked frightened, so he figured he’d stick with the basics. He pulled her into his arms, looked deep into her eyes. “Hatching,” he began, “Is just another way of saying give birth. And our little demon will only fly to get into your arms faster.”

She smiled, as he’d intended
.

He snuggled her close as he quietly told her about the birthing chamber, similar to the healing chamber in that all of her labor would take place in a pool of blessed, medicinal water. The Queen would attend her, as would all of his sisters.

“Where will you be?”

“Banished,” he said matter of factly. “Male demons are not allowed to participate in birthing rituals.”

“It’s a similar situation on Earth except that many of the doctors are men.”

Eyoe
n scowled. “There will be no male demons near you before or after you hatch.”

He subsided when she laughed and said, “Good! I’d probably throw something if I saw a man during that time.”

She would have to postpone returning to Earth until after the birth, he told her.

“Shit. I don’t know how the hell I’m gonna explain where I got a baby from. And my body’s gonna be jacked up! I may lose my contracts.”

“You won’t.”

“No?”

Eyoen shook his head. “The Cyani birthing process is not as tough on the body as it is on Earth. Your system will recover more quickly and no will notice anything different about you physically.”

Cass thought about that and realized The Queen and Eyoen’s sisters didn’t look as though they’d had children. In fact, none of the mothers she’d met on Cyanus did.

“Wow.”

Eyoen nodded.
“As for explaining our baby, we’ll employ a little magic to blur the timelines a bit. No one will notice anything strange.”

They lay quietly together, lazily touching, Eyoen investigating her body and thinking clearly of the changes that were coming. How her breasts would grow heavier,
her stomach curved round by his seed. She’d have to temper her long stride to accommodate her new body, and he sighed happily thinking of sleeping wrapped around her, his demon incubating safely in her belly.

Cass stared at him as he stroked her
still flat stomach. Sifting through his thoughts she realized he was already in love with her pregnant body and it hadn’t grown in yet.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Cass laughed softly and kissed him. “You better. ‘Cause you are puttin’ me through it.”

“Yes, my dear,” he agreed.

“I wonder what color the baby will be?”

“Blue.”

“Blue,” she repeated.

“That will be his base shade, yes. Although I suspect his disguise shade will be a mix between our two.”

“So he’ll know immediately how to disguise himself?”

Eyoen nodded. “And I shall protect him if he slips up, never fear.”

Cass sighed, relieved. “That’s cool. I had a bad moment just now, thinking of him turning blue in front of people. I don’t know how the hell I’d explain it, and what if somebody takes his picture before you can poof them straight? The paparazzi are gonna be on my tail for real now that I’m a mother.”

“Don’t worry. I will protect our seed. He will never be in any danger. For one I doubt my father will allow us to travel back to Earth without a guard to protect his granddemon.”

Cass laughed. “Will your parents want to come to Earth for our wedding?”

“We will marry here.”

“We will marry on Earth too.”

Eyoen raised his brows. “Okay
.”

“W
e need to tell my mom the deal. I don’t want to fool her with magic. And I want her to be at the weddings.”

“Do you think she will accept me when she finds out I’m not a human man?”

Cass shrugged. “I don’t see why not. She knows I’ve never been one for doing things the conventional way.”

Eyoen laughed. “That is true, my dear.”

“And she’s one of the most open minded people I know. She certainly won’t hold the difference against you, especially when there’s a grandbaby in the mix for her to spoil. She already loves you as a man. I doubt it will take much for her to love you as an alien, as strange as that sounds.”

“That is good,” sai
d Eyoen. “I want her to like the real me.” He nuzzled her, and pulled her beneath him, sighing happily when Cass opened her legs and obligingly wrapped him close. “Family is important, but I confess, my Cass. You are my primary concern, and thankfully you’ve already figured out how to love a blue demon.”

He talked to her then, of all sorts of wonderful things while he stroked slowly inside her. He told her how he’d first come to know her, by flipping
interplanetary “channels” on his Owe crystal. He fell out of bed, so taken with her he barely realized he was picking himself up off the floor.

A servant appeared, drawn by the unusual sound, and Eyoen waved the demon aw
ay. He watched the crystal for the next two days, barely moving even to eat or bathe, star struck.

“Is
n’t that what you say when you meet someone you can’t take your eyes off of?” he asked.

Cass nodded, smiling. He’d never told her these things, and she loved hearing them.

“I knew then one day you would be mine. Of course, I told you my sire didn’t make it easy. I had to campaign long and hard for permission to come to Earth and see you.”

He told her of the work he’d done, traveling far and wide to speak with interplanetary couples, learning their stories to use as fuel for his case. Eventually, he suspected, he’d just worn the King down.

“Even granting my wish he threw a wrench in the works.”

They were both quiet as
they thought of poor Lee.

Cass had given her permission a few weeks before to bury him, and
she’d ensured that his funeral on Earth was well attended. Priti and Boyd, Lani and Tommy had attended.

“I am grateful to him,” Eyoen said quietly.

“You’re okay now with the fact that I loved him?” Cass refused to hide her feelings for the other man. She felt Lee deserved that respect, though she didn’t deny she’d fallen out of love with him by the time Eyoen came along.

Her demon nodded. “I have. I shall always be grateful to him, my dear. I wish he had not had to die. But I got you,” he said simply, letting his pheromones loose as he sped up the pace of their lovemaking. He reached down, began to play with her sweet spot, grinning when her breath
s grew heavy signaling an oncoming orgasm. “And you, my dear, are worth any price.”

Cass wanted to return his beautiful words. Wanted to tell him that she adored him, that she loved every
inch of his hairless blue body. She could have relayed how much she loved his home, how much she’d come to love his family, how much she looked forward to marrying him, to “hatching” his demon spawn, but she gave him something he wanted more than words. She came.

The End

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Fiona Love

Fiona never intended for Dane to be more than a one night stand, but then morning came, he was still there, and she no longer had any desire to get rid of him. Still, it was nothing serious. She was on vacation. What better way to relax than in the company of someone as beautiful and sexually exciting as this cover boy with his New York accent and flashing green eyes?

Then she started back to work
and began to spend more time with her baby Flora. Daney – he’d acquired a nickname by this time – was still around, and people started to notice. Fiona was famous, so the relationship brewed a load of evasive, paparazzi dodging trouble, but she couldn’t let him go, and Daney wouldn’t have let her anyway.

But trouble waits
to separate the two lovers in the form of a co-star doppelganger who resembled Daney, sans most of his character, and a new love enters the picture.

Natty is handsome, sexy, and her music producer, so they have tons in common not to mention they’ve known each other for ever. Falling into bed feels natural as well as amazing, but Daney’s not down for the count yet.

Then tragedy strikes…

…“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said softly, tracing the curves of her face with the back of his hand. “Wondering what I could do to you and still have you remain silent. I never would have guessed you’d be here crying like a mope from an almost accident. Flora’s perfectly all right, and you’re acting like she had a finger chopped off. My uncle Darcy says that’s what having a baby is like. It’s all one big game of, ‘Okay. It’s your turn to try not to kill the kid.’”

Like most sensualists Fiona knew instinctively when her mate wanted to dominate. So she pouted and flirted with him beneath her lashes.

“I thought about you on and off all day today,” he repeated, leaning to nip at that poked out bottom lip. “You haven’t even kissed me hello.”

Why is it most men never think to play these kinds of games? Fiona wondered, pressing herself against his broad chest. She knew he was trying to distract her, and she was more than willing to let him, so she kissed his plump pink mouth in thanks. She forgot being grateful as she licked her slow, catlike way between his lips and sucked until he thrust his tongue into her mouth and moaned.

Daney rolled her under his body, pushing her up by the arms until their dangling legs were on the bed. He nuzzled the cleavage spilling out of a sexy black bra. Web thin and lacey, it did absolutely nothing to conceal her succulent brown flesh. His mouth actually watered.

“Take that off,” he ordered. “If I touch it, it’s done.”

Fiona tried to hide it but a smile stretched slowly across her face as she wiggled out of her underwear.

“Hurry,” he whispered, licking his lips as he watched her flesh tremble as she moved.

“Yes,” she whispered back. “Yes.”

She doubted he was aware of the way he was looking her, the way his hands clenched and unclenched, but it excited her so much she was shaking.

Calm down
, she told herself, tossing her panties over the side of the bed.

“Get inside me, please.”

“What?” he whispered, hungrily kissing his way around her neck and ears.

It wasn’t enough. “Please, pretty. You can tell me what to do as long as I stay in this bed, and I’ll do it, but come here first.” She leaned back and rubbed herself between the legs, watching him with sultry, half-closed eyes. She was so wet her clever fingers slipped, rhythm interrupted and just as quickly picked up.

His scowling mouth suggested he wanted to resist, but the way his dick jumped at her words gave him away even before he moved to put on a condom.

“You’ve got 10 seconds to get on before I take over.”

Fiona yanked his clothes out of the way, clambered on and managed to lower and raise herself like nerve-filled lightning twice before he flipped her onto her back and sank in.