Chapter Five

Lilah

By the time we reach the front door of my apartment, I'm ready to rip Amazra's clothes off. More to the point, I'm ready for him to rip mine off. Which he could totally do with those claws of his. Claws that are delivering a delicious little bite of pressure on my hips as Amazra grips me from behind, making it damn difficult to unlock the door.

"Am I imagining it, or have your nails grown since we left The Brew? "

"I will be more careful?—"

"Don't you dare." I clamp my hands over his as he begins to pull away. "It was a question, not a complaint."

"In that case, yes, my nails are longer now. Knowing I will soon have you bare and moaning has enhanced certain aspects of my demon physiology."

I suck in a breath when he curls his fingers tighter while trailing his tongue along the column of my neck. "Is your tongue hotter than before?"

"Hotter. Longer. The texture more pronounced. All for your enjoyment, Lilah. Do I still have your consent to taste every part of you?"

"Yes." I can barely get the word out without moaning.

"Then open the door and take me to your bed so I may begin."

"Dominant but polite really works for you," I say, managing to get the door unlocked and open, despite my shaking hands.

Without releasing me, Amazra closes the door behind us. The low click of the deadbolt turning seems to bring the walls in, creating a bubble of space with room enough only for our two bodies. Then his hands are all over me, unzipping my dress and unfastening my bra, pushing both items away as if he can't get to my skin fast enough.

I want to see him, too. All his naked glory, yes, but right now, I want to see his face. I wiggle backward, out of his grasp, hooking my fingers over the sides of my panties and slowly working them down as he watches with glowing red eyes.

"You are the most exquisite creature I have ever seen." He takes a step forward, then drops to his knees. "Open for me."

God, dominance suits him. And his dominance suits me. I will never acquiesce to a man again, but the idea of Amazra controlling my pleasure—I'm more than willing to submit to that. I step out of the pretty stilettos and stand before him with my feet shoulder-width apart. The room isn't cold, yet goosebumps cover my body, and my nipples harden enough that I feel the tight tug deep inside, all the way to my clit. I'm wound so tight, I can barely keep my balance when his big hands curl around my calves. "Your skin is so hot now."

"It is the fire you stoke within me." With a firm touch, he slides his hands upward. Slowly. As if mapping every curve and crease. At the top of my thighs, he curls his fingers, pressing his elongated nails into the soft flesh, making my knees buckle as endorphins from the light sting rush through me.

"Take hold of my horns."

"Are you tapping into my fantasies somehow?"

His deep-red lips curve into a hint of a smile. "This is my fantasy, Lilah."

"Then it's both of ours, because this has definitely been part of mine. Sooo many nights. Maybe during some self-nooners, too."

A deep rumble rolls up from him when I wrap my fingers around his tall, thick horns. "Tighter. Do not use care with me." His eyes glow with fire as I increase the pressure of my grip, then slide my fists up and down over the rough, bonelike curves. "Good girl. Just like that." Holding my gaze, he slides two long fingers between my legs, along my seam, parting my pussy lips. Then he inhales, the tip of his black tongue darting out before he groans. " Mmm … the desires your scent reveals to me. So deliciously carnal."

"You make me this way." I can barely hear my voice over the thump of my pulse in my ears. "Amazra," I grip his horns harder, "give me everything."

"Your voice alone makes me hard," he says, rolling his hot fingers back and forth over my clit. "And your scent…"

I stop breathing when he nestles his nose in my pussy and inhales so deeply, I swear he's pulling my soul out through my vagina.

"Once I taste you, Lilah, I may never be able to stop."

"Then don't stop. But please, please start."

Another brief rumble vibrates from him. Then his tongue is on me, hot and slick.

My eyes roll back in my head at the heat of it. So hot, it's almost too much, but only at first. My body quickly adapts, my hips pushing forward to meet each rhythmic pass of his long, ribbed tongue. I gasp as he pulls one leg over his shoulder, then laps at me—no, devours me—his full face buried between my legs.

He doesn't need to breathe, but he eats me out as if his life depends on it, and god, I hope he lives forever.

"Ohhh…" I moan as he pushes that long, thick tongue inside me until the hot ridges find my elusive G-spot as if it's his personal homing beacon. "Oh, yes, yes…" I pant, every nerve ending I possess going off like fireworks. Holding his horns, I ride his face, milking every second of climax. I shudder as his tongue withdraws, but he's not done with me.

He pulls back enough for me to see his dark-red face glistening with my arousal, then his mouth latches on to my clit, his tongue vibrating against it better than any toy—even the magically imbued ones.

Stars burst behind my eyes as another orgasm crashes into me. Sharper this time, concentrated on that one single point of pleasure. Primal sounds roll from my tongue as I rock on his face, grinding and greedy, until I'm breathless and panting, folded over him.

"You stopped," I tease, when the ability to speak returns.

"A pause. Your pulse and breathing had reached their limits."

"I've never given much thought to dying, but death by spectacular orgasm sounds like the way to go."

Again, his shoulders shake with amusement. "Perhaps sixty or so years from now."

Warmth fills my belly and butterfly wings beat wildly in my chest. I'm silly to think he means to be the one giving me spectacular orgasms sixty years from now. But it's what I want. He's who I want.

Eyes still glowing with desire, he lowers my leg until I'm solidly on both feet. "You have fantasized about me," he says, unbuttoning his shirt and making my mouth water with each inch of his mahogany skin that's revealed. "Tell me, lovely little human, what did you imagine my cock looked like?"

Heat floods my cheeks, remembering the many, many times I watched cross-species monster porn on websites only viewable to those of us in magically protected towns. I quickly learned that there's a lot of variety when it comes to demon anatomy. And I never found a video with a demon who looks similar to Amazra, though not for lack of in-depth research.

"I, um…" I can't be expected to form words while he's pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Clothing looks very good on Amazra, showing off his broad upper body and trim hips. His long, thick legs. But shirtless… I'm drooling. Literally.

The sound of his zipper lowering sends a shiver through me. I can't tear my eyes from the V of skin. Darker than his chest. But he doesn't continue, doesn't show me what I'm desperate to see.

"Describe it, Lilah. When you imagined my cock filling up every inch of you, what did you envision?"

Dominance and dirty talk? Yes, please.

Doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with him before I have fun with him. "Aren't you worried that reality might not meet the expectations of my fantasy? I don't want to make you feel bad. Size isn't everything."

Cupping one hand over the long bulge inside his dark pants, he smiles, and it's undeniably smug. "You will not be disappointed."

Dominance, dirty talk, and direct damn confidence. I'm putty in his big, red hands. He knows it, too. Even I can smell how turned on I am, and I don't have demon senses. But two can play the teasing game.

Dropping to my knees, I trail my fingers along his forearm, then over the parts of the bulge even his large hand can't cover. "When I thought about your cock, I imagined it deep red like your face. So thick I can barely get my mouth around it. So long, it should be impossible to take it all when you fuck me. But in my fantasies, I do both things. I take your cock everywhere."

His fingers catch the end of my hair and he wraps it around his hand, using it to tilt my head backward so I'm looking up at him. "Do you want those things?"

"Yes," I say, leaning in to his touch as his thumb sweeps across my face. "All of them."

"Take my cock out, Lilah."

Heat rolls off of him as I push the pants past his hips, allowing his cock to spring free. Taking himself in hand, he strokes up and down the ridged, nearly black shaft. "Tell me now," he says, squeezing the fat, bulbous head until a drop of luminescent red fluid leaks from the tip. "Do you want me inside your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Your pussy?"

"Yes," I say, squeezing my thighs together to get some pressure on my clit.

"You said everywhere, Lilah." He strokes again, touching his cock to my lips as another bead leaks out. "Do you want my cock in your ass?"

Just the thought of his tip breaching me makes me clench with desire. "I want you everywhere."

Eyes of fire locked with mine, he cups my chin, uses his thumb to part my lips. "Take me in your mouth."

I open wide, as wide as I can, breathing through my nose as his cock slides over my tongue. Hot and hard, there's so much of him, I can't suck the way I want to. All I can do is breathe and let him rock into me until there's no room for more.

Holding himself deep in my mouth, he plucks the ribbon from my hair. Then the pins. "So soft," he says, threading his fingers through the freed length. "Would you like to know what I imagined?"

Mouth full of hot cock, all I can do is hum and nod.

He pops free and scoops me into his arms, sealing his lips to mine while carrying me across the room and through the open bedroom doorway. Positioning me on hands and knees at the edge of the bed, he stands behind me, stroking through my folds with his hot length, nudging my clit with the fat, leaking tip until I'm on the verge of coming again.

I whimper at the loss when he pulls back, then cry out as he pushes inside me. Stretches me. Fills me so completely, I can't breathe. Then he moves, and—god, the ridges. The hot fucking ridges rubbing everywhere. So good, god, it's sooo good.

"This," he says, winding my hair around his fist and tipping my head back until my scalp prickles with a delicious burn, and our gazes meet. "This is what I stroked my cock to every night. My hand in your hair while I am buried in your tight, wet body. Watching ecstasy play across your beautiful face while you come around my cock." His fingers squeeze my clit, his next stroke hitting my G-spot.

Then I'm calling his name, panting, moaning as the ecstasy he promised ricochets through me. Behind me, he roars loud enough that the windows rattle. Heat flares inside me as he comes, sending another wave of climax through me, so deep and complete, it feels like my entire body had an orgasm. The most incredible sex of my life. But more than that. It feels like so much more. Because I want it to be.

Slipping free of my body, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us onto our sides, my back to his chest, my head tucked under his chin. "You are suddenly very quiet."

"Just…processing. That was amazing. You were amazing. It's just…I haven't been with anyone since moving here, and only human men before that, and not a lot of them. Three, to be exact. Two barely count because I was in college and they were really awful, meaningless one-night-stands. And the third one… I was married to him and it wasn't a good relationship. I'm not sure what the post-sex protocol is for single people, especially with a demon."

There's no clock in my bedroom, but I swear I can hear one ticking. Amazra is completely silent. Utterly still.

"That was probably a longer answer than you wanted. Too much information. Personal stuff you didn't want to know. I can condense it to be more direct. I'm quiet because I don't know the best way to say: I know demons don't do the deep emotions thing, and this was just sex for you, and I don't expect you to stay now that we're finished."

"We are not finished, Lilah."

"Oh, the butt stuff. I meant what I said about wanting it, but I'm not sure my body will agree right now. You're a lot to take, especially after being celibate for several years." A lump rises in my throat when he shifts away, and I can't suppress the damn gulping sob that follows when the mattress shifts as he rises from the bed.

I fucked this up royally, even though I knew what I was getting into when I walked into the bakery to ask him on a date. Where are my big-girl panties when I need them? I'm an independent woman, not a clingy sniveler, damn it.

The mattress dips behind me, Amazra's warm hand gently gripping my arm and rolling me onto my back. " We are not finished," he says, gently covering me with the chenille blanket from my dressing chair. "I told you earlier that you are all I want, all I have wanted since the day I first saw you. Physical desire, yes, but not solely. Each day, each minute I spent in your presence, I not only wanted you more, I wanted more of you. Nothing you tell me will ever be too much or too personal. I want to know everything. All of your likes and dislikes. All the things that make you smile and laugh so I can give them to you, and the things that cause the opposite so I can protect you from them. I do not want anything between us to be finished. I want this to be our beginning."

"You want all of that?"

"Only with you, Lilah."

Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him down to lie beside me, snuggling into his embrace when he cradles me against his big, warm body. "I'd like it if you stay. Do you want to stay?"

"Tonight, or forever?"

A laugh bubbles out of me, and I tip my head to look at his face, finding him watching me. Waiting for me. As he always does. As he has for over eight hundred and thirty days.

"Is it too soon to want both?" I say softly.

"Not for us."

My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, I'm sure he must be able to hear it. "What if I tell you I'm falling in love with you, is it too soon for that?"

"It is the perfect time," he says, brushing his lips against mine. "You have my love, Lilah, in every form, in every measure."

They say fate brings people to this town for a reason. At first, I thought mine was to save a fox shifter's life, but it was the other way around. Helping that fox shifter saved me. And now I know what fate truly had planned for me—love. The kind that simmers until the time is right for it to boil. This is the right time. The perfect time.

Thank you for reading this steamy, snack-sized romance set in the Fate's Falls cozy monster romance series!

If you're new to the Fate's Falls series, the best place to start is with Constantine and Natalie's story, Mated to the Minotaur .