How to Love a Blue Demon (6 page)

His sire had pointed out the failed missions of his ancestors who had visited other planets and ended up locked in asylums or killed by scared mobs
accusing them of witchcraft. Eyoen countered every objection. Pointing out the couples who occupied the star who were from different worlds, and the healthy offspring they’d produced. He called on these married friends – he’d made a point to befriend them all – to give testimony on how they’d merged their lives and overcome differences. He cited the accuracy of space travel, the infallibility of their technology and innovation. Ironically these were projects his sire had successfully sponsored, never knowing that his own son would take advantage of the miracles of modern science to leave home for a destination billions of miles and several planets away.

“And what if she does not love you?” His sire asked. “What if she does not even like you?”

Here his mother had jumped to his aid.

“Don’t be ridiculous, my King
. Who in the stars could resist my beautiful son?” And he’d grinned as she stretched on tiptoe to pinch his cheek, bending down to sweep her into a hug that left her feet dangling a good foot off the ground for several minutes.

Cass
would love him. He would make sure of it. He had no choice, for he knew with certainty that he loved her, and would love no other until his death.

Lee
/Eyoen was released from the hospital two days later. He was walking pitifully slow, and he was black and blue and covered in bandages, but the hospital staff was agog at the speed of his recovery. They hadn’t wanted to let him go, but Eyoen had pleaded with Cass, ruthlessly employing the pout he’d watched his host use on her to great effect, and she’d gone to bat for him.

“It’s lucky Lee has no family,”
Rierdane said. His servant had been keeping him company in his mind, informing him of anything he felt was worthy of his attention. “He’s what they call an orphan, someone with no living relatives. Essentially, he’s alone in the world save for the family he creates or the friends he makes.”

Eyoen, with six brothers and three sisters, countless uncles, aunts,
cousins, nieces, nephews and relatives within-the-law, couldn’t imagine such a thing. Family was everything on the star, but he knew that was not always the case on Earth. It was one of the saddest things he’d observed about the planet.

“You wanna go home or come with me to this gig?” Cass asked him.
She’d postponed the Univision session to remain at his bedside.

“I would like
to go with you,” He said, eyes running over her tall curvy body for the fiftieth time since he’d laid eyes on her that day.

“Sure you won’t be too tired?” she asked.

He shook his head, though he was already weary. Human weakness! Bah.

“I’d cancel, but
they’ve already been good about rescheduling, and I still got that damn shoot tomorrow.”

She’d insisted he stay with her while he recuperated
, reasoning there was no one to take care of him at his place. At least, she thought she’d insisted. He’d never had any intention of staying anywhere else, and he had a feeling the real Lee wouldn’t have spent much time in his own home either.

“
Tell me about what we’re doing.”

“We’re going to do a live set for Univision.
Album sales show my fan base is growing quickly in Spanish speaking countries and among Hispanic markets here in the States, so I want to acknowledge them. Shouldn’t be more than a few hours. I’m only doing a few songs, but you let Priti know if you get tired before we finish, and we’ll get you home, ok?”

He shook his head
yes, though there was no way he would miss a moment of his first time seeing her perform live. A cushioned chair was found somewhere and dragged to the side of the stage for him, and he enjoyed the burble of Spanish from the workers flitting here and there.

Cass knew a little of the language, and had used her few phrases to charm the station execs who’d greeted her.
She used a few more phrases as she sang, translating a few of her lyrics to rapturous applause.

He sat grinning, so t
ired in his borrowed body he could barely clap, but enthralled as she sang and played her guitar. He could hear the conversations that flowed behind him. Discussions ranged from disbelief at her skill – apparently it wasn’t usual for a woman to be able to play the guitar as well as she did – to gleeful enjoyment at her voice – she sounded even better live than the studio album! one man insisted.

“Quiero algo
beber, por favor,” he said to a woman nearby holding a clipboard.

“Si, si que quiere
s?” she asked him, and rushed off to get his 7Up.

“I didn’t know you knew Spanish, Lee,” Priti commented, then went back to watching the show.

“Be careful, sire,” Rierdane cautioned suddenly. “Lee did not know Spanish.”

He does now,
he told his servant, smiling as he sipped the cold soda. He savored the taste; he’d had some in the hospital and liked it.

“How is it?”
Rierdane asked, curiously.

Sweet,
and it tickles
, he said of the carbonation.
I shall bring some home for you.

But his pleasure in the soda quickly faded.
Lee – he’d tried to insist that Rierdane call him Lee so that he could acclimate himself to his role; Rierdane just laughed – had a problem. He was enjoying Cass’ performance so much, he’d grown hard.

Eyoen
tried to take deep breaths, but his body would not relax. She was singing a very sexy love song, he realized, as he processed the lyrics and absorbed a story of making love in a secret place. In this place, she said, no one would be able to see as she stroked her lover until he could hear no sound, see no light, and feel nothing but her love making his heart pound.

Only it wasn’t just his heart
that was pounding,
Eyoen thought, slightly panicked. His borrowed cock was twitching mightily too. Casually, he folded his hands over his lap and crossed his legs, despite a sharp pain lancing up his right thigh. Thankfully, she trilled into silence, but he realized he hadn’t gotten a reprieve. If anything Cass’ guitar playing was even more evocative than her voice. Her hands flew over the strings, stroking, plucking, strumming fast, then slow, then fast again. She riffed the scales, up, down, turning musical tricks until he was all but panting, and as he looked around he realized he wasn’t the only male affected.

Mouths were open all around the stage. An audience had grown until people
completely surrounded them, but there wasn’t much sound. Even the conversations had stilled when her playing grew intense. Men shifted, more than one adjusted himself in his pants, and Eyoen realized that Cass held a bit of magic in her music.

Her voice, her guitar mastery, the way she held he
r head as she sharply cut off a soaring note, tilted her neck as she effortlessly trilled high registers, or lowered her chin as she growled out some bottom feeder bass. She was intoxicating. If he hadn’t already loved her, he would have fallen hard sitting there in the shadows of her gift.

She did one more fast number, and then Lucky was shepherding them out. Boyd helped him to his feet – he was miserably weak and stiff from sitting for hours – and shored him up as they left.

“Thank you,” he told the big man, who shrugged and smiled slightly as he buckled his seat belt for him and thumped him carefully on the shoulder.

“Home for you,” Cass said, worriedly, stroking a lock of blonde hair off his brow. “You’re so pale you’re practically gray.
And that’s saying something under all those damn bruises. You should have gone straight home to bed. I’m a terrible nurse.”

“But you’ll take good care of me at home won’t you?”
He asked softly.

Cass turned away from the itinerary Lucky was showing her to laugh at him. “You better believe it, daddy. One more stop
for radio for me, but its beddie bye for you.”

He wished he was
already abed, he was that tired, but no physical inconvenience could tear him from her side. At the radio station where she was stopping in, she tried to kiss him goodbye and tell the driver to take him home. When he refused she tried to order him to rest in the car, but he would not be moved, not wanting to miss a moment with her. He was so weak, Boyd was practically carrying him, but he laughed and had a wonderful time.

Cass
charmed the radio hosts effortlessly, making the callers laugh with delight as she teased them, answered their questions and granted a request for her to sing part of her latest hit acapella. The hour passed quickly, and he was thankful, though he’d enjoyed every moment. He was beyond exhausted. He was using some of his powers just to stay on his feet.

“You comin’
out with us?” Lucky asked.

Cass shook her head. “Not tonight. Tell the kids I’m sorry, but I
gotta take care of my baby,” she stroked his hair gently, and his eyes closed in pleasure at her touch. “Hold on, Leelee, I know you’re tired. We’ll be home soon. Mama Cass gon’ fix you dinner and feed you like a baby before I tuck you in.”

She spoke as though she was joking, but he knew she meant every word, and he couldn’t wait.
He dozed on the way home, and once there, after Boyd had installed him on a long, plush couch, she insisted the others go out, leaving them alone.

“Whatchu’ want to eat?” she called from the kitchen.

You, he wanted to answer.

“I’ma make chili. That’ll be easy.
Why don’t you nap until it’s ready? Then after you eat, we’ll give you a bath?”

It sounded wonderful, and he told her so.

“Po’ thing,” she whispered. “That cab did you wrong. Even your voice sounds different.”

He stared at her in surprise, then obligingly let his eyes close as her fingertips danced over his lids. To his disgust he fell asleep
, only waking when she returned to the room with a bowl of delicious smelling stew.

“I used chicken instead of ground beef,” she told him. “That’s all was thawed out. But you don’
t mind, with your healthy eatin’ self,” she chuckled, helping him to sit up before she placed a tray over his lap.

“It smells wonderful,” he told her, wondering how on the star he would
muster the strength to eat, though his belly was rumbling terribly.

But he needn’t have worried. Cass
began to feed him herself. All he had to do was open his mouth and chew, and that was about all he was capable of.

As she fed him dinner he could see her
confusion. She was nervous and couldn’t seem to settle her gaze. He caught several searching glances she threw his way. She didn’t understand the feelings she had for him. Sure he was injured; her mother hen instincts were in force, but the desire to see him leave her was gone, and she had no idea why.

He bre
athed deep as he chewed, taking her arousal deep into his nose. It wasn’t a strong scent like a flower at mid-day, this was the freshest bud just beginning to open. If he had been a bee he’d have hovered and dipped into her petals until he was drunk.

He wanted
so badly to explain it to her. Wanted to say, it’s not Lee you’re attracted to, it’s me. My body is releasing a scent that makes you want me because I want you, and because I love you it’s even stronger. But that wouldn’t make any sense. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t even know there was something that she was unaware of.

“Full?” she asked when
she raised the spoon again and he shook his head. She continued to sit at his side, eating the rest of the chili from his bowl. Then she held the glass of 7UP to his lips, and he drank his fill, his eyes never leaving hers. The sight of her slight, sexy grin filled him more than the food.

“You need the toilet?” She helped him to his feet and walked him there, more of his weight leaning on her than he could help.

He was grateful she was a tall, strong woman. But he hated this feeling of weakness. It was completely foreign, but the arousal he felt building was familiar. He could feel his cock pressing against his pants, knew she would see it when she pulled them down, and there was nothing he could do. Eyoen, who came from a culture were sex of all kinds was as normal as breathing, was ashamed of his – borrowed – body for the first time in his life.

But Cass just laughed when she noticed his erection. She was gen
tle as she freed him from his boxers.

“I see one piece on you ai
n’t tired,” she teased.

“I’m sorry, my dear,” he said softly, sagging onto the toilet seat.

She looked at him strangely, and he wondered what he’d said wrong, but didn’t have a chance to ask before she left to give him privacy.

He
did the necessary, and after washing his hands managed to leave the bathroom unaided, though he was breathing audibly and sweat had popped out on his brow.

“Bed,” she said firmly, an
d quickly installed him in bed, stripped off his clothes, and pulled the covers to his chest. She went into the en suite and returned with a warm cloth which she used to wash his face and neck. She even wiped his teeth.