Keeping Her (7 page)

“Yeah
baby.  Just like that.”

“I
want to taste it.”  She said.  Demon flipped over to his back so fast
he bounced.

It
surprised a laugh out of her.  “You sure you’re O.K. with this?”  She said
following until she leaned over him with an ironic smile.  “I know you had
a definite plan in mind.  We can keep on with that if you would
rather.”  The sarcasm not lost on Demon, he threw his hands above his head
anyway.

“I’m
a S.E.A.L. baby.  Adaptation is the name of the game.  Do your
worst.”

“How
very stoic of you.”

“You
have no idea.”

She
laughed again while she took a good look at what was presented before
her.  A Demon banquet.  All you can eat.  She licked her lips
and Demon groaned, his cock springing tighter against his body.

“Keep
that up and I’ll blow before we even get started.”

“I’ll
be doing the blowing thank you very much.  You stay still; I’m forming my
plan of attack.”  She licked her lips again and smiled.  Demon began
to sweat.

“Let’s
see.”  She said, still making no move to touch.  “Should I lick you
like a lollipop or suck your balls, how to begin?”

“Fuck!” 
The picture she painted was heaven, and so unexpectedly graphic coming from
Clytie that Demon clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her by the hair and
shoving balls deep down her throat.  She might not take that the right
way.

“I’ve
never actually done this before but I like to read and there are quite a few
things I want to try.”

“Clytie. 
You’re killing me.”  He growled out, right before she took him down her
throat as far as she could.  He jackknifed at the stroke of her hot
mouth.  She only got about half of his length in, but she more than made
up for that with the enthusiastic use of tongue and teeth.  She took her
time sometimes licking sometimes sucking.  Both of her hands wrapped
around the base of his dick and squeezed along with her mouth until he felt
like she was trying to force his seed out.  His hands went to her hair and
buried themselves without thought holding her where he needed her as she bobbed
and sucked, licked and bit.

“Fuck
Clytie, you’re killing me.”  He groaned out, pulling her hair without
thought.  “I’m going to come.  Let up baby.”

Instead,
she took him to the back of her throat and hummed.  He shot down her
throat with a roar while she milked him dry.

Demon
was giving his impression of a big boneless cat.  Sprawled out on her bed,
he practically purred.  Clytie smiled, leaning over him with her arms
folded on his chest.  She licked her lips catching a stray spot of
cum.  He was salty and rich, but not unpleasantly so and having Demon
completely at her mercy had been a heady feeling.  Overall, one more new
thing she could get behind repeating.

Any
minute Demon was going to overwhelm her with the heat presently simmering
through her veins, but for now, she could think about his demands.  Move
in with him?  Have all this any time she wanted?  Should she? 
It was beyond ridiculous to move this fast.  On the other hand, what had
she been waiting for all these years if not this?

“I
think you killed me.”  Demon’s voice interrupted her musings with a
grumble.  She looked back at his face but his eyes were still
closed.  He pulled her closer against his chest.  “Give me a minute
baby and I’ll take care of you.”  He leaned down to kiss her on the
forehead, his eyes never opened.

She
rolled her eyes. 
Poor baby. 
A week.  She’d pack enough for a week
and see what happened.  She had the time and she was more than ready for
her first show.  After all these years of being good one week with a sex
god did not seem like so much to ask.

“About
asking me to move in...”  His eyes popped open and she found herself flat
on her back with a very awake Demon leaning over her.

“I
wasn’t asking baby.”  He growled.

She
rolled her eyes again but spoke before he got all worked up.  “A
week.  I have that long before my show.  I’ll spend the time with you
if you want.”

Demon
narrowed his eyes.  “I’m not a damn tourist attraction you can try
out.  I’m sticking Clytie.”

Her
eyes widened at his belligerence.  “That’s not what I mean.”

“Then
what the hell do you mean?”

“Don’t
take that tone with me.  I’m not some brainless bimbo you can boss
around.  This is my life we’re talking about.”  If Demon hadn’t been
smashed against her chest, she would have kicked him.  She also didn’t
appreciate that she could feel his excitement against her hip.  It made
arguing difficult.  She’d been in a constant state of readiness since
waking beside him, and he had to know how wet she was, pressed against her with
nothing between them, not even air.  He growled, proving he had indeed noticed
her response by grinding up against her.  His cock was ramrod straight and
dripping pre-cum as if he hadn’t shot off like a roman candle minutes ago.

After
a frustrated curse, his tone softened into a soft demand.  “Tell me what
you meant.”

“I
have a week where I can do anything I want.  I want to spend time with
you.  Is that so bad?”

His
face softened minutely, his voice a hard whisper.  “I want more than a
week.”

She
growled low in her throat with frustration.  “Wanting a week does not mean
I intend to drop you when the week’s over.  It just makes more sense to
take a little time together before a big commitment.  ”

He
thought about it then shifted and entered her in one smooth thrust.  A
tight fit, the move might have been painful if she hadn’t been so completely
turned on and wet with it.  She gasped, arching her back and unknowingly
offering her breasts up like ripe fruit to be plucked. 

“A
week isn’t going to be enough.  I think you know that.  You want to
discuss this logically?  Bullshit.”  He pulled back and ground forward
hitting her clit and her sweet spot in one.  She clutched at him, trying
to keep her mind in functioning order while her eyes rolled back in her
head.  “You need time to admit who you belong to?”  His voice, a hot
growl in her ear, he nipped the lobe.  “Fine.  We’re going to stay
right here until you forget what it’s like not to have me inside you.” 

He
pulled out and plunged back in, his hands going under her arms to hold her
shoulders and pull for better leverage.  She moaned at the exquisite
friction right where she needed it.  In and out, he battered her womb
while she clutched him closer and begged for more.  She wrapped her legs around
his waist arching up to meet each thrust, her nails bit into his back, her
heals dug into his ass and she screamed his name when she came. 

He
flipped her over, pulled her to her knees, forced his way in from behind. 
His teeth clamped down on her shoulder and held her in place with a warning
growl.  A hand went to her clit to work her back up to another screaming
orgasm.  He followed close behind, the wash of his seed like a hot brand on her
womb.

“Ready
to move in with me baby?”  His grip was as possessive as his voice while
he stroked her.  The hand in her hair pulled through the strands in soft
strokes and the kiss he placed on her neck was, well sweet.  The man, a
mass of contradictions, somehow made her feel both safe and cared for. 
She sighed trying to burrow closer and wondering how she could possibly have
fallen in love with a seven-foot alpha male who not only growled but bit to
make his point.

“It
makes absolutely no sense.”

“Fuck
that.  Nothing ever felt this right.”

There
it was, the one truth she couldn’t fight.  Nothing
had
ever felt
this right.  He made her laugh.  He blew her mind with great
sex.  The way he touched her, cared for her... 

What
exactly was she protecting here?  She was already falling in love with
him.  Seemed a bit late to try to protect her heart.

“All
right.”

He
froze.  “What?”

“All
right.”

“All
right what?”

“All
right. I’ll move in with you.”

“All
right, you’ll move in with me and call me master?”

She
snorted out a laugh.  “Nice try.”

Demon
flipped her over to her back and leaned over her studying her with earnest
eyes.

“You’ll
move in with me forever?”

She
opened her mouth and bit her lip:  “I’ll move in with you for now.”

“For
Now?”

“Indefinitely.”

“Indefinitely?” 
He growled.

“As
in for the foreseeable future.”

He
licked her abused bottom lip lightly.  “I want forever.”

Clytie
smiled her wicked smile. “I guess you have something to work towards then don’t
you?”

He
flashed a predatory grin that had her nipples puckering.  “Oh baby, you
have no idea who you’re messing with.”

She
reached between them and took hold of his cock.  The way his eyes rolled
back in his head infinitely satisfying.  “You think you have what it takes?”

He
growled again and took her mouth like his life depended on having her taste on
his lips. “Baby, you are playing with fire.”

“Demon.” 
She said squeezing him from root to stem as he shuddered in reaction. 
“Don’t call me baby.”

Within
a short while, she was the one trembling.  “Fine.”  She arched against him
between breathless pants.  “Call me whatever you want.”

Chapter
7

             
It amazed Clytie how fast Demon moved after that.  He made a call. 
Mac and Ben showed up with a truck and transported not only all of her art and
equipment but managed to move all her clothes, books, computer, and toiletries
while she supervised.  Besides a few inexpensive prints and her cheap
furniture, they took everything.  He even had Mac forward her calls and mail. 
His efficiency at taking over her life was truly frightening.

Everything
not art related went into Demons room, everything else went to her new
studio.  While not as big as her loft, certainly the place had better
lighting.

             
“What do you think?”  Demon rubbed his hands together in glee.

“I
think I have whiplash.”  She took a deep breath and looked around the
large airy room with a full wall of windows.  She had been working for the
last hour and had everything exactly where she wanted.  “You move awfully
fast.”

“We
should celebrate.  Break in the bed.”

“Have
you changed your giant bed since Saturday?”

“No.”

“Then
the bed’s broken in already.”

“Yeah,
but now you’re officially mine.”

Clytie
turned to give him her full attention and was nearly singed by the heat pouring
out of his eyes.

She
took a deep breath, the man was dangerous.  “I’d actually like to see the
house if you don’t mind.  Put away my clothes and stuff.  Take a nice
walk in your beautiful woods.”

“Right. 
The woods.  Listen you should stick to the house unless I’m with you.”

“Why?”

“Wild
animals.”

“What
about them?”

“It’s
not safe.”

“So,
I will only go out during the day and keep to the trails like I would any other
wilderness.”

“Better
not to go at all without me.”

“Demon,
I am going to need space to myself whether you like it or not.  You cannot
be with me every second of the day.”

“Fine. 
But do you have to leave the house for that?”

“Are
you kidding?”

             
He guessed from her tone he had better be.  He ran possible responses
through his mind but how was he supposed to think when he had her here, in his
house, and she smelled so damn good with his scent all over her.  He had
to keep reminding himself Clytie was human and needed space. 
Space? 
What the fuck did that mean?

“Knock,
knock.”  Ben pushed the door open.  “Eli wants a word.”  He said
passing the cordless to Demon who escaped into the hall like a man offered a
reprieve.  Ben got a good look at the room and whistled.  “Is this
your work?”  He stepped over to a large encaustic Clytie had finished in
the last week.  The work resembled a night forest with strange bold colors
and a stalking wolf hidden behind layers of texture.

“This
is incredible.”

“Thanks. 
I think it’s my best work to date.” 

“How
much do you want for it?”

She
beamed at him and heard Demon growl low from the hall.  She laughed.

“That’s
pretty much what Demon said and I’ll tell you the same thing I told him. 
I honestly couldn’t part with it.  But thanks for the thought.”

He
stared at the art for another long minute before he turned to her with serious
eyes.   “You are an amazing artist.”

“Thank
you.  I’m actually having my first show on Friday night.  I’d love if
you could all make it.”  The sincere flattery was enough to make Clytie
blush.  “You may be the only ones who do show up.”

Demon
walked back into the room, his face devoid of all emotion and his eyes
cold.  Clytie took one look at him and moved into his arms. 
“What?  What happened?”  She sensed his hesitation when he didn’t hug her
back, then he nearly cracked her ribs he pulled her in so tight.  “Demon,
talk to me.”

“My
mother.”  He said his voice the bleakest she had ever heard.  He
dropped the phone and hauled her up off her feet burying his face in her
neck.  He pulled her scent in deep as if he couldn’t breathe
otherwise.  “My mother is dead.”

“Oh
no...”  She wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him as tight as
she could.  Her hands went to his hair and tunneled through.  “Oh, Demon.” 
He went to his knees holding her in his lap, his face buried against her
neck.  Clytie was completely oblivious to anything but the need to comfort
him.  She barely noticed when Ben joined them on the floor, pulling them
both into his arms.  He held them, and sometime later Mac joined them. 
They all ended up lying on the floor in a big pile holding onto Demon while he
breathed in and out.

At
some point Clytie nodded off.  When she next became aware of anything, she
was in Demons bed.  She must have missed something significant because her
pussy was on fire and Demon was fucking her with his tongue and growling.  She
groaned and arched off the bed when he attached himself to her swollen clit and
sucked.

“Demon!” 
She yelled her voice a hoarse croak.  Even she didn’t know whether she was
screaming for him to continue or stop.  He leaned up, pulling her down the
bed until he had the right position and plunged, shuttling himself into her
oversensitive cunt.  She arched up barely noticing the pain with the
pleasure.

“Yes.”

“Mine.” 
He growled the word on each thrust.  “Mine.  Mine. Mine.”  He
pounded into her until she screamed her orgasm.  He shot fire deep into
her womb and roared out his release.  Her heart barely back to a normal
beat, Demon started all over again.  He pounded himself into oblivion and
she held him once he was spent.  She stroked his hair and waited for the
sun to come up.

“She
was the one who told me to leave.”  He lay with his head cushioned against
Clytie soft breasts.  Her hand in his hair she rubbed up and down, up and
down.  “She told me why he hated me and why he’d kill me if I
stayed.  I never understood until that day.”

“Your
father?”

“Not
my father.  My father died before I was born.  That’s why he hated
me, because I wasn’t his.  Him and that cock sucker Clancy he was so proud
of.  I was so fucking relieved when she told me.  He wasn’t my father
and Clancy wasn’t my brother.  I was free of them.  I left and never
looked back.”

“How
old were you?”

“Fifteen.”

She
swallowed the lump of tears in her throat.  “You were a child.”

“No. 
I wasn’t.  Not for a long time.”  He pulled her hand from his head
and kissed her palm.  “She told me to remember my father was a good man
and they had loved each other.  I had been made in love and not
hate.  She said that was my legacy.  Then she told me to leave and
never come back.  It was the most I ever remember hearing her say at one
time.”

“She
loved you.”

“Maybe. 
Once.  But she barely knew I lived most of the time.”

Clytie
said nothing, letting him talk.  She knew what it felt like to grow up
without the love of a parent.   I’m sorry had never been enough.

“If
she never told you any other way she told you the day she sent you away.”

“How
do you figure?”

“She
wanted you to be happy so she told you the truth and she needed you to be safe
so she sent you away.  Sounds like love to me.”

“Maybe.” 
But he didn’t sound sure.

“Demon.” 
Her hand stilled on his head.  “I don’t want you to feel any pressure or
anything, but in case you need to know.”  She paused taking a deep breath
before plunging on.  “I love you.”  He stilled lifting his head to
meet her eyes.

“Don’t
say it unless you mean it.”  His voice came out a tight growl in his
throat.

“I
mean it.”  He swooped, taking her lips and stopping whatever else she might
have said.  She melted into him.

“Say
it again.”

“I
love you.”

He
nuzzled into her neck and licked the bite he’d put there.  His voice was a
deep rumble.  “Then enough of this for the foreseeable future horse
shit.  This is forever.”  He grabbed his cock and led it to her wet
pussy.

“That
is so romantic Demon.”  She said and lost her voice when he pushed his way
into her aching channel.

He
grunted what could have been an affirmative answer.  Neither of them
wanted to talk for a while.

“What
do you mean you don’t want me to go?”  When Clytie and Demon had finally
left the bed she felt a connection with him that she had never had with any
other.  Now she stood in front of three strangers telling her everything
she thought she knew was wrong.

“Damn
it baby.  This is for your own good.”  Demons gravely voice was just
this side of desperate.

“You
don’t want me with you at your mother’s funeral and it’s for my own
good?”  Clytie crossed her arms and cocked her hip.  “Why?”

“Why?”

“Why
is it for my own good?”

“It
just is.”  He said his voice turning belligerent. “I don’t want you
there.  Do I have to have a reason?”

Mac
shook his head and Ben winced.   Looking at the way her eyes flared
and her lips thinned Demon knew he would be lucky to escape with his
balls.  When she did speak, it was in a soft cold tone that sent shivers
up the spine.  So angry she dripped icicles from every word. 

“You
say it’s dangerous to go, but you won’t tell me why.  Fine.  It’s
your mother’s funeral; you don’t want me with you.  Fine.  Hurtful
but fine.  Talk to me like I’m a dog begging for a treat.  Not. 
Fine.”  The last words were expressed with a definite bite.  Without
another word, she turned and left the room.

“God
Damn it!”  The panic Demon suffered watching Clytie’s back as she walked
away was nearly as gut wrenching as the news about his mother. 

Both
Mac and Ben looked at him like he was the stupidest man alive and he suspected
they were right.  “Fuck!”

He
caught up to Clytie in their bedroom.  He took one look at her face and
pulled her struggling into his chest.  “I’m sorry baby.  The thought
of you at the mercy of my family makes me crazy.”

That
stopped her struggles.  Instead, she looked up at him with wet and
confused green eyes.  “What are you afraid of?”  Whatever she saw in
his eyes must have reassured her because she hugged him, her soft cheek tucked
up against his fast beating heart.  “Talk to me.”

“They’ll
try to hurt you.”

“Your
family?”

“Yes.”

She
thought about that for a long time just staying soft in his arms.  “Are
you saying they will physically attack me?”

“I
don’t know.  But I won’t take the chance.”

She
blew out a long breath.  “All right.  I can accept that.  But Demon
the next time just tell me the truth.  The ‘me Tarzan, you Jane’ approach
only works in the movies, and occasionally in bed.   I won’t stay
were I’m treated like anything less than a full partner.”

“Then
you’ll be here when I get back?”  His voice, edging on timid, sounded
absurd coming from Demon.

“I’ll
be here.  Just make sure you come home in one piece.”

“I’ll
be back in time for your show tomorrow.”

“Good. 
Because otherwise I might forget all the really good reasons I put up with you
and find somebody else.”  His growl was long and ended with a snap of teeth,
which made her laugh.  The laughter turned into a squeak when she found
herself hauled over his shoulders.

“Tarzan
huh?  I think I can do better than that.”

“Demon.” 
She shrieked between laughs.  “Put me down.”  Instead, his hand found
the curve of her delicious ass and squeezed making her body jackknife up with a
gasp.  She was bouncing on the bed before the door even closed.

“Do
you suppose he would want us to remind him about the flight?”  Ben asked
from the hall where they had been watching the drama.

“Would
you?”  Mac asked dryly.

“I’ll
call and let the others know we’re running late.”