His larger hand engulfed her uninjured one, and his thumb stroked over the delicate flesh on the inside of her wrist. The gentle movement sent sparks of awareness through her, all meeting to pool low down in her belly. Cass’s footsteps sped up -- the need to get somewhere with a comfortable and horizontal surface uppermost in her mind.
He must have felt the urgency in her grip. He matched her step for step as they turned the last corner on the stairs and her door came into view. She’d been lucky and managed to get the apartment closest to the stairwell. Made it easier with her coming and going at all times of night. She led him down the corridor to her door in silence, the sexual tension stretching between them like a third person in the narrow hall.
Without a word, she unlocked the door, swallowed her nerves and stood aside to let him in. This was a big thing for her; she didn’t bring men here, back to her “lair,” a laughable description of her tiny apartment.
Her calm expression as he walked past her hid a seething mass of nerves. The kiss downstairs had re-ignited the need which had been a constant ache since the night at the club. Not only re-igniting it but fanned it to the blaze racing through her veins, causing liquid heat to dampen her panties. It was a need which transcended even her drive to feed, an overriding desire for her mate which couldn’t be denied.
Mentally she shied away from that fact in favor of watching him. Even standing still, he was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. The last few days apart seemed to have increased his attractiveness, even though she knew that was baloney. Her grip tightened on the door handle, knuckles showing white as she fought the urge to do something stupid like march over and rip all his clothes off.
He had agreed she was in charge though, hadn’t he? Her mouth went dry, and she closed the door behind her with a decisive click, cutting off his escape to the outside world.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Tiny didn’t need telling twice -- not when she was ordering him about in such a sexy, take-no-prisoners voice. It made him think of leather-clad dominatrices and whips. Unbidden, an image of her in a leather corset leapt to mind. He bit back a moan of need as his cock, already half hard from their kiss downstairs, came to full attention.
A tiny jerk of her head clued him into the right direction for the bedroom, and he headed that way, barely seeing the neat apartment around him. All he cared about was getting them into a room with a bed so he could get them out of their clothes, slide his c*ck into her warm, willing body and ease the ache that had tormented him since she’d run out on him the other night.
Once inside the bedroom though, he slowed and started taking notice. This place was her sanctuary, and finding himself wanting to know everything about her, he drank in all the details. The room was neat with the small, personal touches that said this was a home rather than just a place for someone to lay their head.
The only clue to her true nature was the heavy shutters on the inside of the window, between the gauzy net and the curtains, which were open to the night air at the moment but in the day would protect her from the sun’s harmful rays.
Tiny pot dragons in cute poses cavorted between the cosmetics and perfumes scattered across the top of the dresser. Tiny’s lips quirked. He knew a few dragons, none of whom looked quite as innocent as that. It was cute though, a hunter who collected pot dragons. Didn’t do much for her fearsome reputation, but the revelation of a softer side to the woman did things to him on levels he didn’t want to think about.
His gaze moved on, flicking over the bed and the deep scarlet satin draped there.
Arousal knotted hard in his stomach as he turned to her, eager to pull her into his arms and onto the bed with him. His hands itched to strip off the jeans and top she was wearing, revealing her luscious body to him again. Already he could feel the weight of her br**sts in his hands as he molded and caressed them, his lips on the soft skin of her throat, before lifting one darkened nipple to his lips and --
“Strip.”
Tiny jerked out of his erotic daydream at the command. He blinked in surprise.
When she’d said she was in charge, he hadn’t thought she meant it that way. Her expression, full lips drawn into a determined pout and her eyes hard on him, told him that oh yes, she’d meant it.
Excitement hit him in a dizzy surge, like a sugar rush after drinking too much soda, and he ditched his jacket and removed his T-shirt in the same move. His boots hit the carpeted floor with two dull thuds, the footwear quickly covered by his pants and boxers until he stood proudly nak*d in the middle of her bedroom.
Her eyes wandered over him, taking in the breadth of his shoulders and the hard planes of his chest. Tiny puffed up with male pride at the look of admiration in her eyes, unable to resist posing a little. He knew he looked good, a combination of genetics, species and trying to keep up with Knuckles in the gym. Since getting married, the guy had become obsessed with making sure he didn’t get fat or anything else that could mean his wife lost interest in him. Why he bothered, Tiny didn’t know; anyone with eyes in their head could see the woman was besotted.
Her eyes widened slightly and he knew she’d spotted the silver ring through his nipple. There were a few paranormal races who could withstand the burn of silver -- the Fae, for example, were only susceptible to iron -- but demons weren’t one of them. The ring through his nipple burned every day, as did the one through his eyebrow. They were there on purpose. Pleasure mixed with pain, the hallmark of the demon courts, reminders of who and what he was.
A demon.
Currently a demon with the hardest erection he could ever remember, and a hot woman looking at him as though she’d like to eat him whole. His c*ck jerked, signaling its approval of the idea, blood pulsing and pooling in the engorged shaft. He resisted the urge to reach down and palm himself. He wanted only one set of hands on his body, and they weren’t his own.
Her dark chocolate eyes slid from his face down to his rigid c*ck and back up again. A groan reverberated in Tiny’s chest as her small pink tongue flicked out to wet her full lips.
“A man can only take so much teasing, honey,” he told her hoarsely, but she was already moving towards him, a sway in her hips.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Trailing a finger up from his waist, she placed her hand on his chest and fanned out her fingers. He bit back a gasp as her fingertip caught the ring, and a lance of pleasure-pain shot through him, from his nipple all the way down to his cock.
“In fact, I think…” She leaned down. Her mouth hovered just over his pierced nipple, and her warm breath whispered over his heated flesh. His body tensed in anticipation. Her lips were just millimeters away. All she had to do was open her mouth and he’d feel her soft tongue against him. “…you’ll take everything I dish out.”
Then she did what he was waiting for. Her tongue snaked out and circled his nipple in a lazy spiral before she sucked it into the warm cavern of her mouth and suckled.
“Fuck yeah, baby, do that more.”
His hand latched into her dark hair, holding her to him as she lapped at his flat male n**ples. She alternated from one side to the other, seemingly fascinated by his piercing. Her small nips and licks were heavenly, not that a demon like Tiny had any concept of heaven, but it felt damn good. Better than anything he’d felt before. Then she moved, pulling and teasing the ring with her tongue and teeth, leaving him cursing.
God, he wanted her clever mouth working his cock.
She pulled away, smiling as she noticed his pout of disappointment, but he didn’t stop her. For such a hulking, well-built guy -- she had to face it, he was built along the same lines as the average linebacker -- he had some expressions which reminded her of the small boy he’d once been.
“On the bed, lover-boy, and be quick about it,” she ordered as she reached for the silk scarves over the chair at the side of the bed.
He was quick, easing his long frame onto her bed almost before she’d finished the sentence and watching her in the intent way he had, like a cat watching a mouse.
Cass avoided his eyes and stole a glance down his body to the impressive erection lying rigid against his flat belly.
He was as well built down there as she remembered, or rather, as her body remembered since she hadn’t actually seen him that night in the office. So she drank her fill now, biting her lip as she lashed his wrists to her bed. She wanted that c*ck inside her again. Liquid heat slid from between her thighs as she imagined straddling him and guiding that thick shaft to her wet p**sy and slowly, oh so slowly, sinking down onto it. Then she’d ride him until they were both slick with sweat and sated with pleasure.
Hands trembling with need, she checked the knots against both his wrists. The scarves held his arms captive above his head. Silk could be slippery, and it had been a long time since she’d had someone tied to her bed. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him and end up in whatever the demon version of the Emergency Room was. She had far more interesting things in mind.
“Comfortable?” She tweaked his pierced nipple, the eager thrust of his h*ps answer enough.
“I will be when you stop f**king about and sit on my cock.”
Cass grinned and leaned down until her lips brushed his ear. “Patience is a virtue.” With that she left the room.
* * *
What the hell? Where had she gone? She couldn’t leave him high and dry like this, not when he was about ready to burst with need. Hell, all he needed was a minute with her hot little body wrapped around his c*ck like a velvet glove, and he’d be shooting his bolt faster than a bloody rifle.
“Cassia? Cassia! What the f**k are you doing? Naked guy on your bed feeling a complete twat…” he called out, the demand in his voice unmistakable. Craning his neck, he glared at the door she’d disappeared through, hearing the sounds of movement from beyond.
It wasn’t the door they’d come through so she hadn’t just led him down the garden path, tied him up and left. Although, if she left him here much longer he’d be expecting the guy with the hidden cameras to step out of a cupboard or something.
“Smile, Prince Seren, you’re on Candid Camera!” Gods, wouldn’t that screw the pooch completely? If he was caught out by something so stupid, it would be more than embarrassing. Worse, it would lead to his father finding out where he was. Going back to the demon court for another couple of centuries of boredom was definitely not on Tiny’s to-do list.
He started to pull on the silk. Flimsy restraints, they weren’t strong enough to make even a pretence of holding him. It was a sensual-erotic thing; they symbolized him giving up control to her.
“Cas -- f**king hell!” Sensing movement in the doorway Tiny looked up halfway through his complaint and cut off with a curse. His mouth dropped open as he stared at the vision in the doorway. Gone were the black T-shirt and jeans he’d been fantasizing about peeling off her, and in their place she wore a black leather corset which nipped her tiny waist in and pushed her br**sts up until they were in danger of spilling over the top with a pair of killer-heeled thigh-high boots.
A thousand erotic images hit him at once, and his c*ck swelled even further. Shit, once he got between her thighs, this wasn’t going to take long at all.