SEVENTEEN

Elodie

Somehow I make it through the rest of the day. I have no idea how, since Azeroth literally can't get more than a few yards away. I somehow resist the urge to tell him to forget the silly rule about not fooling around at work and bend me over his desk.

It's a long afternoon.

Mentally, I blame the confusing swirl of post-break-up emotions for all my horny thoughts. It's not that, though. It's Azeroth. The way he glances over at me from beneath hooded eyes. The way his fingers move over his keyboard. They way he keeps making a soft, low, rumbling growl whenever he pauses to think. And a million other things I can't stop noticing.

When the clock ticks over from 4:59 to 5 pm, we both stand at the same time, looking at each other across the table. His mouth stretches into a broad, toothy grin and he reaches out a hand.

As soon as I take it, the room spins. I stumble. There's no desk between us to catch myself on. Instead, I fall into his chest and he catches me up in his arms. His mouth descends on mine, and I'm lost in his kiss for breathless minutes. When I finally look around, he has me with my back pressed up against the door of his bedroom.

Oh! We're in his bedroom.

I moan against his mouth. His lips stroke over mine. His tongue flicks out to tease against mine again.

"Couldn't wait one more damn minute," he says with a growl. "Do you know how much I need to watch you come for me again?"

I gasp when he nuzzles into my neck, cups his hands on my ass and grinds against me. My pussy presses up against the bulge in his pants and I can feel he's not lying. At least, I don't think he is. I hope he wants this half as much as I do, because it's been all I could do not to jump his bones all day. Ever since the kiss.

I'm still very careful what I say. I'm not about to spoil this with wondering if I somehow forced him into it. "It's like you read my mind."

He hums against my skin, taking my earlobe between his spiky teeth so tenderly it makes me shiver. "Would you like that? Would you like me to find out all your dirty secrets, sweet, so I can gratify them one by one?"

My pussy clenches when I imagine him being privy to half the filthy things I've thought about in the last five hours. If only he knew. Then I wouldn't have to ask him for them and force his hand.

"Yes."

Azeroth pins me against the door with his weight, and cups my breasts over the green blouse I have on. His hands expertly knead them until my nipples ache and I'm clinging to him with my arms and legs wrapped tightly around his firm muscular body.

I moan when he tugs aside my top and bra to expose one breast. I dig my fingers into his hair when he lowers his mouth to suck on the nipple, harder and harder, until I keen with delight at the feel of it. Like someone is tugging on a little cord connected straight to my clit.

I nearly tell him to do it harder, use his teeth. The thought of little imprints of his sharp teeth on my flesh has me dripping, but I bite my tongue.

A moment later that's exactly what he does. I cling harder to him and cry out. I'm wound so tight I could almost come.

"Oh, please. Please." I don't want to say more. I'm skirting the boundary of what I can say without forcing him as it is.

Thankfully, he seems to get the message.

With a grunt, Azeroth pulls back, gathers me into his arms and walks me to the bed. We tumble onto the mattress. It's so soft I sink into the dense, pillowy fabric with his weight on top of me, and all I can think about is the sweet ache between my legs.

"Please say I can undress you," he murmurs, toying with the hem of my skirt.

I laugh because my top is already pushed down to expose my tits and the skirt is rucked up so high my panties must be showing. "Yes. Of course."

He flips me onto my stomach, which I'm not expecting. Then he nimbly unzips the skirt and tugs it over my hips and down to my ankles. He removes one shoe, then the other. They thunk softly as they hit the floor beside the bed.

I don't have time to wonder what he'll do next. He yanks me up by my hips so my knees are on the mattress. My face is still pressed into his pillow. Ass in the air, I moan when his claws dig into my flesh. The sting is nothing the moment the unmistakable warmth of his mouth descends on my pussy.

Oh! It feels amazing. It's not an angle I'm used to, but I love how it lets me move. I push back against him, longing for pressure, longing for invasion. He only sucks my labia and uses his thumbs to spread me wider.

A vision comes to me of his forked tongue sliding higher, finding its way over my asshole, until there's nothing left hidden. What would it feel like to be so exposed to someone else? It's not something I've ever done before, or even thought about, but I'm so vulnerable in this position, so needy.

A moment later, he licks along my pussy lips and up to the very spot I was imagining.

Oh, mercy!

I'm so sensitive. But he holds me in place and groans with what sounds like satisfaction when he tastes me there. Soon all the sensations blend together into one perfect tease, and my clit is throbbing for attention.

I whimper when he carefully slides a finger inside my pussy. It's not enough. I'm so unbearably turned on I need more. The stretch of a thick cock thrusting deep.

My fist tightens in the bedsheets as he continues fingering and licking me. After another few moments, I'm losing my mind. "Please," I sob.

He raises his mouth from me and I could scream.

"Please, what, gorgeous? Tell me what you want."

"No, what if—" I don't finish my thought. I don't have to.

When he withdraws his finger, I'm left with no stimulation. A second later, I realize why. The small slap of warm, hard flesh makes my whole body tense and my core flutter. Makes my eyes press closed and pleasure course through me at the almost invasion.

His cock is there. Nestled against my opening, hard and ready to fill me. So familiar from how many times I've dreamed it over the last few nights.

What's he waiting for?

Azeroth slicks his cockhead through my wetness.

Surely now.

He still doesn't enter me. I'm starting to wonder if he will. This really is just like my dreams. The ones I woke from soaked and needy.

"What do you need, Elodie? I only want to hear you say it."

I let out a shuddering breath. I shouldn't, but he's not playing fair. "Please, Azeroth. Please let me feel you inside me."

Azeroth hisses when the head of his cock nudges inside me. "Fuck, yes."

The slide is perfect. I could easily take more—all of him!

He hesitates again. "Tell me, beautiful."

Very slowly, he withdraws and nudges just inside me once again.

I'm losing my mind!

"Fuck me, Azeroth. I need you to fuck me."

Finally, he grips my hips and drives his cock into me in one smooth motion. Right to the hilt. Buried deep.

We both let out a long, satisfied sigh. He hand scoops my hair from my face and gently holds it at the nape of my neck. He withdraws and thrusts in again. This time the slap of his flesh against me is audible.

"Yes." I gasp, barely able to form words. I only know I need more. Much, much more of that. Right this very second. "More. Azeroth, give me more."

He growls his approval. His hand tightens in my hair. "Your wish, Elodie, is my fucking command."

He fucks me in earnest, setting a steady rhythm, plunging into me over and over. He punctuates every few words with a thrust deep inside me. "Like this? Like this? You want. To be fucked. Like this. Angel?"

I nod, though the movement is lost in the pillow where my face is mashed. It doesn't seem to matter. Finally, he's built some momentum and keeps fucking me until my pussy is clenching around every thrust.

It feels so good. I love the shape of him. He's hitting just the right spot, and my eyes roll in my head. Some kind of ripples over the top of his shaft drag along the inside of my pussy and make my toes curl. He's not like any human guy I've been with. He's so much better. I haven't even had a good look at him. All I know is he feels amazing.

I want more. Want faster. I want him to really give it to me. "Harder," I whine. I'm moaning with every thrust. When he increases his speed again, I let out a long grateful sound to let him know I like what he's doing.

Azeroth curses. He stops.

Why does he stop?

Withdrawing, he turns me onto my back. When I roll over, I watch him line up his cock at my entrance again. The intense expression that furrows his brows makes me squirm with pleasure. "So damn good," he mutters, as if to himself. "So damn good. Not sure if I can hold on."

Did I do that to him? This powerful demon?

The look of bliss on his face when he pushes back inside makes my core heat and my breath catch in my chest. His eyes close. His mouth falls open. For a long moment, he looks as if he's really going to lose it. His eyes snap open and he implores me, "Tell me not to come. Tell me I can't come until you say."

I gape at him. I just want him to fuck me. I've never been the type to give orders in the bedroom or be in charge. But I'm not ready to come yet and I want to. So badly.

Is it really a violation of consent if he's putting the words in my mouth?

Now is not the time for a moral dilemma.

Azeroth rubs one thumb gently over my clit and I just about combust.

Not fair!

"Don't come!" I gasp. "Don't come until I say, but please keep fucking me."

It's like I've loosed a whirlwind. He grips my calves and pushes my legs up near my ears. Then he fucks me like I don't think anyone has ever fucked me before.

My breasts bounce. Our bodies slap together. My breath rasps from my throat on every moan.

He feels amazing. I didn't get a good look, but I'm pretty sure there are some ridges or something going on down there that is making my eyes cross and my tongue want to loll out.

My god! How is it that a demon seems built for pleasure? I guess this is why they're associated with sin, right?

I hold onto the headboard behind me for dear life as he fucks me into a deep, intense orgasm that seems to stop time. It radiates through my body in a slow delicious wave of heat and pressure and then release. Blissful release.

Oh, I could float on this feeling forever. I can't believe how good he makes it.

Azeroth is still thrusting in and out, shaking the bed with his steady rhythm. His expression is pinched.

With a gasp, he lets go of my leg and plants his hand on the headboard. "Fuck, you feel too good. Elodie, fuck!"

I'm lost for words. I'm also still on the tail end of that amazing orgasm. All I can do is moan.

He lowers his head and grazes his lips over mine as he speaks. "I need it. Fuck, do I need it. Please, Elodie."

His thrusts are frantic. Any moment, I expect him to push himself deep inside or pull out. He does neither.

I urge him on. "Yes, yes."

Sweat beads on his forehead and his breathing is labored. Despite my expectations, I feel another orgasm welling low in my belly.

Azeroth lets out a long string of curses in a language I don't recognize.

Then I remember. He's waiting to be told!

"Oh, I'm sorry. You can come now. Come, please come for me." I hope I've said the right thing.

Azeroth lets out a loud groan. "And you, Elodie? Could you come again?" His hips jerk forward. Beneath his shirt, bony ridges on his shoulders jut out, tearing through the fabric.

"Yes." I can hardly believe it, but I'm already tightening around him. If he can just keep going a little longer.

Flames of blue and white dance in his dark eyes. He should look frightening like this. All hard angles and fire. Instead, I think he looks almost sweet. "Holding on for you, but tell me. Tell me!"

"I'm so close." He lets my legs down and I wrap them around his hips, the change bringing us closer still. "So close. Keep going."

It forces him to slow the pace. He grinds on me instead of pumping in and out. That's what it takes. He thrusts inside me deeply and I'm right there with him.

"Now." I look up into his beautiful face, his tight jaw, brows furrowed with effort. His mouth parts and he freezes while still buried deep inside. The pulse of his cock inside my pussy sends me cascading into another climax. Slower and less fierce than the first, focused instead on his pleasure.

We stare into each other's eyes as the joint orgasm flows over us in waves. I can't tell if it's my muscles or his clenching and releasing, over and over.

Finally, he collapses on top of me. "Fuck. Fuck! That was unexpected." He lifts himself up to look down at me. "You OK there? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

I shake my head. I'm still trying to process what just happened.

Azeroth slips from me and it hits me we didn't use a condom. I must have let out a little noise. He looks up, pauses in the doorway to the bathroom. "What is it, sweet one?"

"Protection?" God, I'm an idiot. It's too late to worry about that now. I should have stayed on the pill, but when I broke up with Dustin, I didn't think I'd need it for a while.

Azeroth hurries back with a cloth and helps me clean up. Then he strips his torn clothes off and joins me on the bed. "Come on. Get over here. I need cuddles."

I creep into his side and he wraps his arm around me, pulling a pillow over his shoulder so I can lay my head down. I wasn't expecting this either. In the silence, even my own uneven breathing sounds unnatural.

"Forgive me. We should have talked about this, but you don't need to worry. Demons can't catch or spread venereal diseases and things with no soul can't create life."

"Oh." I never stopped to think about whether or not demons have a soul. "Then you don't...?"

"I don't."

"But what about... well... what about when you die?"

He pets my hair. "No need to worry about me, sweet. Demons are hard to kill. You never know, I might be one of the rare ones who can grow a soul, but I doubt it."

I'm quiet. I think about what he said and the way he treats me. He's too hard on himself. If any demon could have a soul, it would be the one who takes such tender care with me, who acts so selflessly.

I replay our lovemaking over in my head while he strokes my back. It feels strange to call it that even in my head, but I don't have a better word for it. It certainly didn't feel like fucking.

I hadn't really considered what would happen if I develop feelings for my demon boss. What will happen after the summoning is over? When he's not at my beck and call, and he can go anywhere he wants again, surely he won't be interested in anything romantic. With me.

Oh, God, I've gone and gotten emotional way too quickly, which is just like me. The longer I let that thought fester in my head, the harder it is to lie here with him and enjoy the cuddles.

I awkwardly pat his belly. "Thank you. That was great. You're really great."

Cringing internally at my choice of words, I try to disengage, but his arms clamp tight around me.

"Where do you think you're going? Those sound like the words of someone who isn't completely satisfied yet."